[ When the feed opens, it might be strange to see Ichigo looking so...despondent. Even stranger? He's broadcasting from Lior's old Place of Solace. But just like any Place of Solace that remains after the owner is gone, there's something....off about it. Some vitality gone from the place. ]
...I think...I think Lioriley is gone.
[ He looks down,
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Network signature not accessible.
[Encrypted]
[And since it's not as if Genero doesn't know already that he's been watching...]
No unusual activity (Unnatural) observed. [He saw your discussion with Nepeta.]
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Requirement. No access granted to subjects previously attempting unauthorized infiltration, entry.
[That should cover all relevant concerns. Well, the main ones.
The helmet angles slightly at the description, but he doesn't comment. He's also less than sure of their ability to screen the data. The sysadmins' surveillance covered far more than the network, after all. But Rinzler does value combat for its own sake. The data acquired seems valuable... but as much for his own purposes as any others.
He's still not certain about this group's efficacy. Or his own interest in (probability of) playing by their rules longterm. But Games? Games he can do.]
No other objections.
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[ Because you are not a popular guy right now, Rinzler. He's already wondering how he's gonna sell this to half the members beyond "Non-flammable".
Sighing, but smiling nonetheless, he finally does go to pick up his sword again. ]
Still, I think it'll work out. So...thank you.
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Rinzler's not used to change.
A lingering edge of tension bleeds out from his stance as Ichigo retrieves his weapon. Incongruous, given the calculated shift in threat potential. But relief all the same. Then again, the user doesn't make sense. Rinzler supposes his own reactions don't need to, either.
He stills at the words, ticking rumble quiet, though regular. The black mask dips slightly, lifts again.]
Want to play.
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