Conflict://005 - Day: [Video]

[notglitching]

[PRIVATE to: Aqua, Snape, Death, Terra, Knock Out... and anyone else who
(a) has interacted with Rinzler over the network, and
(b) Has indicated (publicly) that they still have their memories.]

[Tron's standing at the center of the feed, eyes fixed towards the viewers. His expression's more or less even. Circuitry solid blue-white-a contrast

Comments

private / voice; Only by virtue of responding on the closed line

[bitty_berry]

[ It's a handy thing Stark helped Ichigo set up his PORTAL to warn him when he was being privately messaged, because this poor kid barely has any concept of what the PORTAL even is anymore.

Still, when the box blinks, and rings at him, he checks it - this time with the screen turned sideways. ]

Tron-san? What are you doing back in the box?

private / voice; "Encrypting Everything" was for a reason :)

[notglitching]

[Tron's head angles slightly for a moment, mouth opening, then closing as he decides to bypass any explanations of communications systems. A small smile does twitch up in response, though his tone can't quite match the humor.]

I wanted to talk to you. In person, if possible.

Are you still at your house?

private / voice; |D

[bitty_berry]

[ He's very young, Tron. He'll remember in good time. ]

Eh? Um...yes?

[ Guileless innocence, he doesn't even think to question how Tron could know where he lived. ]

private / voice;

[notglitching]

[That's... mostly what Tron's focused on, actually.]

Can I meet you there?

[Ichigo told Tron where he lived, more or less. Admittedly the program had to work off description to recognize the location, but he and Quorra covered a lot of ground over the last few days of exploring.]

private / voice;

[bitty_berry]

[ It's all magic to him, anyway. ]

Y-Yes? Are you hurt Tron-san?

[ Because strangers come to the clinic for medical treatment, but he considers that part of "his house" as well. ]

private / voice;

[notglitching]

[There's a brief pause of surprise. The connection between "clinic" and "user repair center" never quite formed in his processing.]

No. Nothing... [He shakes his head, though the transmission doesn't capture it.]

It's not like that.

[He moves now, helmet rezzing into place as he unclips a baton for travel.]

private / voice--> action?

[bitty_berry]

[ Well, to be fair, Rinzler never saw that part of the house, either. Still, Ichigo frowns at the PORTAL, then closes it, and goes down the back steps to locate, and pull on his shoes.

From there, he just..sits on the back stoop, with his arms around his folded knees, apprehensive about what this adult wanted with him rather than his father the doctor. ]

-->action! (ignore the lack of transparency on all helmet icons >.>)

[notglitching]

[It doesn't take long. The lightcycle pulls up in front of the clinic, light blue glow tracing wheels and structure a match for Tron's own circuitry. He lets it slow to a stop (for once) before sliding off, head jerking to the side as his helmet derezzes.

Tron turns towards Ichigo, a slight smile tugging upward as he gives a nod.]

Greetings.

action;

[bitty_berry]

[ Honestly the lightcycle gets big, curious eyes. Oh, and the way that helmet just folded in on itself. Ichigo also got to his feet at some point during his wide-eyed wonder, but hardly was aware he took two steps forward to stare way up at this strange, new person. ]

Woooow. Everything is magic around here!

[ Have a grin. He smiles much more readily than his older self ever did. ]

action;

[notglitching]

[Tron's staring down with equal interest. Despite their network interactions... both what he's experienced and what he's observed, the program's never seen Ichigo in person. And it's hard to get a sense of scale over the feed. This user is decidedly... tiny.

He returns the grin.]

Technology. Not magic. For this, at least.

[Claims at normalcy or no, his motions are deliberate as he reaches out a white-lined hand to snap the baton back together, entire structure of the vehicle twisting and folding in on itself as it collapses back to a slim glowing rod. Yes, he knows how cool this is.]

action;

[bitty_berry]

[ Well, he does hit a growth spurt in a few years. At least older!self can look these adults in the eye. For now, though, Ichigo just looks at the baton with a distinctly thoughtful frown. ]

...I found one of those in my room.

[ And glancing back up at Tron, again. There is something going on here that he's not quite getting. ]

Is it yours?

action;

[notglitching]

[Tron's head angles slightly in brief surprise at Ichigo's words. The network archives only gave him so much insight into his... future self's interactions.

He hadn't expected that.]

...No. It's yours.

[He reclips his own baton at his side, glances down, expression faintly rueful.]

I'm sorry I didn't come by earlier. I ran into some friends, and things got... complicated. Did it work out all right for you?

action;

[bitty_berry]

[ Ichigo nodded with another smile. ]

Uh-huh! There's lots of kids to play with, and I found a talking puppy. Shiro-chan is magic, too, but that just means he looks different than I do. It's fun here...but I'm ready to wake up soon.

[ He's not terribly bothered by that, though, and his train of thought jumps to something else fairly quickly; ]

We've got more cookies inside, do you want to come in Tron-san?

action;

[notglitching]

[Tron's own expression isn't quite a smile, but there's amusement visible nonetheless at Ichigo's descriptions.

He glances away for a moment at the mention of 'waking up'. Tron's still not sure this is a dream. But now, he's far too aware there's something different to go back to.]

I'd like that. [Though what are cookies?]

action;

[bitty_berry]

[ Gesturing for Tron to follow, Ichigo turned around, and scampered for the stoop, and the back door. He has to turn the handle, and then throw all his weight into opening the door, though, because these old steel doors tend to stick. ]

Yay--oh! Would you please come inside with me.

[ Oops, almost forgot his manners, and turned back properly to sketch Tron a little bow before hastily sitting down to carefully unlace, and pull off his shoes. That done with, he frowns at Tron's feet, then up at his eyes. ]

Stay here for a minute, please!

[ And he's off, up the stairs as fast as he can, socked feet thumping across the kitchen floor, and having to reeeach up to the paper towel roll next to the sink, get a handful, wet them in said sink, then come pelting back down the stairs again to hold the handful of damp paper towels at Tron. ]

Your shoes are part of your pants, so you better leave them on. You gotta wipe the dirt off of them, though, okay?

action; ...bitty!Ichigo is melting my brain. With *adorable*. o_o

[notglitching]

[Tron follows along, stare curiously tracking the small user. He nods back uncertainly, waits as the tiny footsteps race back and forth through the house. An amused grin spreads across the program's face at the explanation, and he accepts the towels, wiping the soles of his gridsuit carefully before offering them back with his own short bow.]

Functional?