your light's reflected now
Who: Ram and Tron and possibly also other!Tron and Rinzler~ (otherwise closed, probably)
Where: Vicinity of the Arena
When: Directly after this post
What: After meeting Rinzler, Ram turns to Tron for advice. What he finds is not what he was looking for.
Warnings: epic angst. Also hugs.
After departing from Jazz's flat, Ram found himself working his way back toward the Arena, unsettled in instinct and calculation, unsure of how to process the things he'd just learned.
The night's Games had to be almost over by now. Programs strolled along the streets, excitedly discussing the results of their favorite matches; the bulk of the audience, surely, would still be in the stands, watching the final rounds. It was just as certain that somewhere among them, perhaps in the admin module, perhaps even taking part in the last few matches, was the program who'd taken control of the Games after Clu had been ousted.
And just as certain that Rinzler -- far above the madding crowd by this time -- would still be watching too.
Resisting an urge to look up as he passed under the Arena's wall, Ram took one of the ramps up into the structure, cutting through an inside corridor that circled the stands. He wasn't sure what he'd ask Tron when he found him, but knew he couldn't rest until he did.
Where: Vicinity of the Arena
When: Directly after this post
What: After meeting Rinzler, Ram turns to Tron for advice. What he finds is not what he was looking for.
Warnings: epic angst. Also hugs.
After departing from Jazz's flat, Ram found himself working his way back toward the Arena, unsettled in instinct and calculation, unsure of how to process the things he'd just learned.
The night's Games had to be almost over by now. Programs strolled along the streets, excitedly discussing the results of their favorite matches; the bulk of the audience, surely, would still be in the stands, watching the final rounds. It was just as certain that somewhere among them, perhaps in the admin module, perhaps even taking part in the last few matches, was the program who'd taken control of the Games after Clu had been ousted.
And just as certain that Rinzler -- far above the madding crowd by this time -- would still be watching too.
Resisting an urge to look up as he passed under the Arena's wall, Ram took one of the ramps up into the structure, cutting through an inside corridor that circled the stands. He wasn't sure what he'd ask Tron when he found him, but knew he couldn't rest until he did.