eighth glitch

[perfectisnteasy]

[Filtered AWAY FROM Kevin Flynn and Alan Bradley]

I got another question for all of you... what do you do when someone who's supposed to be helping you can't remember you, all of a sudden? I know it's probably one of those losses, but ... I feel like I can't just ignore him the whole time.

[/Filter]

[Arya Stark]

Hey, it's your turn to teach me swords. Meet me in the garden, and bring me a spare. [hey, if you didn't use manners when you asked him, he doesn't have to use them when he asks you. manners are for wusses]

[/Arya]

[with that, he picks up his journal and heads down from the tower to meet Arya in the garden. if anyone runs into him between the two, he'll stop to talk, definitely, but he's had a lot to think about, and he's done with thinking. now he just needs to move, and learn more. Flynn may not be himself right now, but the last instruction he gave him still stands: keep learning.]

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CLU

[persequor]

Now?

Arya

[perfectisnteasy]

[amused as hell] Well, yeah!

CLU

[persequor]

I'm in the city now. [ She has a life, man. Gosh. But swords pwn all so they're good. ] Give me a few minutes to close and I'll meet you.

Arya

[perfectisnteasy]

[when she says that, it occurs to him that he's never been down to the City. now is not the time, though. now is the time for swords.] Arright ....

... A few minutes to close what, exactly?

CLU

[persequor]

The shop I work in.

Arya, until she gets there, LOL

[perfectisnteasy]

I didn' know you worked somewhere. ... They let'cha bring Nymeria?

CLU forever

[persequor]

No one has said no.

[perfectisnteasy]

Well, that's good enough for the both of us, then. [he laughs. there's a tinny, faint "YES" from Bit, too, since he's taken to following CLU around]

[persequor]

[ She's silent, but the journal picks up distant sounds as she closes up shop. Finally, she picks up her journal. ]

I'm on my way. Come, Nymeria.

Action!

[compromisedarrow]

[And someone's heading back into the castle, wearing a t-shirt, jogging pants and trainers. Clint's been out for a run while the weather's still good. Have to keep the cardio up, after all. And he very nearly bumps into CLU as he opens the door.]

Ah, sorry. Wasn't paying attention.

[perfectisnteasy]

[oh hey, it's you. luckily, he has AMAZING reflexes and swerves out of the way in time]

S'arright. .... [eyeing that outfit curiously, because really, what is it]

[compromisedarrow]

[Eyeing it enough so that Clint actually looks down at himself.]

What? I spill something?

[He has other clothes than black combat gear, yanno.]

[perfectisnteasy]

Your pants are interesting. [he shrugs, not really wanting to admit that it took him longer to recognize him than he would've liked, since he met him when he was human, and committing faces to memory wasn't the same process]

[compromisedarrow]

Yeah?

[He's not the one dressed up like some crazy cyberpunk raver, buddy.]

Look fine to me.

[perfectisnteasy]

[this is how he usually dresses, okay. not in crazy random hand-me-down cloaks and horse blankets and Flynn's extra jeans]

They're not bad, they're just ... different. ... How come you're in such a hurry, man?

[compromisedarrow]

[Yeah, he can tell sweatpants aren't your usual look.]

I was out jogging and didn't slow my pace down. Was gonna take the stairs.

[perfectisnteasy]

Oh. So ... you're not actually hurrying to get anywhere for a reason, you were just ... running?

[compromisedarrow]

Yeah. Gotta keep in shape, from what I've heard of this place, it'd be better to keep fit.

[perfectisnteasy]

Good idea. That's why I'm going to go learn how to swordfight. So that... if I have to deal with something without my disc again, I'll be ready.

[oh, right, he's got that, now. he pulls it off his back and shows him. SEE? ISN'T IT AWESOME]

[compromisedarrow]

Swordfight, huh? Sounds good. Might need it.

[And he frowns, looking down at the disc.] Does it pop sawblades out or something?

[perfectisnteasy]

Psht. It is a blade.

[he doesn't even really do anything perceptible, but suddenly the disc is glowing brighter, and he throws it at a patch of tall grass and weeds. it hacks clean through like a lawnmower, then arcs back to land perfectly in his outstretched hand.

smug CLU is smug. compare him to Clippit now, bitch]

[compromisedarrow]

[And have a low whistle. Impressed Hawkeye is impressed.]

Pretty deadly. How does it work?

[perfectisnteasy]

[he switches it off - again, without seeming to do a thing - and holds it out flat] It's part of me. Part of my programming. ... It also holds my memory cache.

[he boots that up, showing Clint the swirl of blue code that comes streaming up in a column. there's a tangle of white that's slowly seeping into the blue - most of it is already part of the same pattern, but there are parts still separate from the code - the human memories from the expedition that haven't completely cross-referenced themselves with his other memories, yet]

Disc's the most important part of a program.

[compromisedarrow]

[Yep. He's impressed. Congrats, CLU.]

Isn't it kinda risky, though? Using something as important as that as a weapon? What happens if you lose it permanently, or someone steals it?

[perfectisnteasy]

Lose your disc, you're fragged, man. [he shrugs] But nine times outta ten, it comes back. If it gets stolen, well. ... Then you hunt down the son of a glitch who took it, derezz them, and get it back.

[compromisedarrow]

I suppose if I was using it all the time, I'd be as confident as you.

[A pause]

Swordfighting the only thing you're interested in learning?

[perfectisnteasy]

[now THAT gets his interest. he raises an eyebrow, putting the disc back in place]

You sound like you're offering somethin'.

[compromisedarrow]

I'm good with a bow. I can teach you how to shoot.

[perfectisnteasy]

Like you did back in the Dead Zone. [he thinks about this, and nods. a proper baton had more than one mode, back in the Grid, but he doesn't have that here, just his Disc. so he's to to learn as many of these different weapons as he can, to mimic the versatility]

Yeah, you know, I'd like that.

[compromisedarrow]

Great. Any time that's best for you?

CLU, written

[foughtfortheusers]

Do not know, master.

Not first time for Alan.

Rinzler, to end

[perfectisnteasy]

It's not? ... Huh. ... What'd you do?

[foughtfortheusers]

Alan thought he was someone else. Tron.

Just... Kept watch over him.

[perfectisnteasy]

He thought he was --

[you]

-- well that must'a been weird. How long did it last?

[foughtfortheusers]

Was.

Lasted a week.

[perfectisnteasy]

Just like you and the cat thing. .... Sounds like a week's a pretty standard unit of measure for these things.

[a long pause, as he thinks about this. damn it, Flynn had promised to repair his directive when they got back, too]

... And you're sure there's no way we can speed it up.

[foughtfortheusers]

Want one. It is too strange.