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@alteredcodes
"Rumors. Huh."
Ahh yes. He’d heard some of the stranger theories circulating the Grid. “Well…reports of my death have been exaggerated. Besides that, you tell me.”
"Oh, I know the feeling. I suppose, though, that's just life and death on the Grid!"
Castor paced closed to Flynn, curiosity playing in his fluorescent eyes.
"You are looking old, though. Time has not been kind, old friend."
profoundly-naive started following you
"You’re welcome to stay as long as you need." Zuse murmured, setting about turning on the lights of the workshop, which flickered before bursting to life. There were odd, half completed projects laying about, and he pushed them all into drawers as he moved around, "I know it’s…not safe to be outside right now."
Another faint explosion resonated outside, followed by muffled screams and shouting. The ISO cringed, unable to ignore the dread weighing down her core and burning her symbol. She watched the white-clad program clean up the cluttered space, trying to focus on him to distract herself from the dull ache. Settling onto a stool by a workbench, she spoke up, though her voice was low. “I’ve heard the attacks are only increasing. Tron’s Guard still hasn’t pinned the cause.” A crash sounded, followed by that sickening shattering. She rubbed her arms, glancing toward the door, then back at him for just a moment before averting her eyes. “Thank you. For letting me stay here.”
Zuse looked back at the young ISO, stilling his hands as he met her eyes. There was too much sadness for someone so young-- He understood, of course, that the ISOs were not truly as young as they seemed. But this one, so childlike in tone and motions. Had that been why he was risking so much? "I'm sure this will all pass before we know it," He lied, setting his hand gently on her shoulder, careful not to frighten her before he moved on, continuing to move things about the workshop.
"You can stay as long as you need," He repeated, before clearing his throat, "Or leave whenever you wish. I'm not keeping you here, just...providing a safe place."
Yori sighed, shaking her head.
"I know that he would have, in the ENCOM System," she said softly, and there was a touch of sadness in it. "But now….., I’m not so sure," she admitted, wrapping her arms around herself in the way that Tron had done, trying to comfort herself.
She turned back to Zuse with a small smile on her features. ”I want to explore this new System, too, but the tasks that Flynn sets for me……they could be performed by a Beta,” she sighed in frustration. ”Tron trained me in security; I could be helping him.”
But she knew that that would never happen. She looked too much like her User for Flynn to ever allow her to do anything like that, she knew.
Yori tilted her head at Zuse as he snatched something off of his desk, watching as he fiddled with the code.
She was going to say something when he finished what he was doing and held out what appeared to be a lily.
The simulation program felt her audio processes lock up as he handed the lily to her, and it took her a moment to regain her ability to speak.
"I … thank you, Zuse," she said with a smile. "It’s beautiful." He knew about her fascination with User plants and flowers, and instead of mocking her, the way that many Programs did, did things like this for her.
"That sounds like a good idea," she agreed, very gently placing the flower back down onto his desk. "I don’t want anything to happen to this; mind if I pick it up when we come back?"
"I'm sure Flynn will come around, and see you in your true light. On that day, you will be running through the Grid, getting into just as much trouble as the boys do, I'm sure of it." Zuse couldn't help but chuckle softly, watching her eyes as they looked over his split-second creation.
It looked horrendous, they all did. The only ideas he had of flowers came from downloaded information. He could describe the smell, the color, the touch-- but never experience it. But Yori, she always looked at them as though she were seeing the real thing, not a petty imitation.
And so he kept making them.
He gave a nod at her question, forcing a smile back to his lips as he held out his arm for her, "Shall we, then?"
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⋆ - A ship I have with my character
Originally, I really, really, really didn’t ship Zuse with anyone by matter of principal. And then simulationdesigneryori came along. And things happened.
And I’m still not sure how they happened, because they make no sense but there was a fanfiction written and fluff happened and glass flowers and now I ship Zuse and Yori, but only her Yori.
I think that would be the only ship I have for Zuse / Castor. I find him rather unshippable. Which I enjoy.
Munday Symbols
❤ - Any tumblr senpais ❣ - An unpopular opinion I have ⋆ - A ship I have with my character ❧ - A ship I have with your character ✗ - A ship I can’t stand ☒ - A fact about the mun ☑ - A fact about the character ✾ - Why I chose my character ◎ - Relationship status ❂ - Post a picture of myself ☄ - My opinion of you
//Although I’m new, so you’ll have to explain what a senpai is.
alteredcodes started following you
Who’s back there?
"Oh, no one of interest, I promise you that, Creator.”
"You…I remember you. Zuse, wasn’t it? What do you want?"
"It was. It's not, but it was."
"I just wanted to see if the rumors were true about you, old man."
alteredcodes started following you
Who’s back there?
"Oh, no one of interest, I promise you that, Creator."
Sam rolled his eyes at the first part. It was obvious that as soon as something else came along, Castor would betray even his closest of friends. Like he pointed out before, he had been playing all the angles.
He had tried to say something, but found himself cut off. It gave him the time he needed to think of a one word description for the program: insufferable. It made him almost wish that he had derezzed in that explosion that destroyed the End of Line, but then he felt guilty. The Siren, Gem, had been so nice. She also seemed so…familiar, Sam just couldn’t seem to place her face on anybody he knew.
"I had to fix the Grid. That simple. As for how I got back, there is no way I’m telling you that." Sam answered sharply. He wanted very much to get Castor out of his residence as soon as possible.
"Oh, yes, and a mighty fine job you're doing of that..." Castor chuckled under his breath, though with a lacking venom that could have fooled one-- one who didn't know Castor as Sam did, that is-- into thinking the comment was sincere.
The boy looked so much like his father in this light, it was almost disturbing. Memories the Program had tried so hard to lock away kept slipping through, and he found himself needing to note that the boy in front of him was not Kevin Flynn. This boy was young, and stupid, and emotional.
This boy is not Kevin Flynn. This boy is not your Creator.
Leaning back, Castor's cold eyes moved up to meet Sam's once again, for a moment still before he broke into a grin, "Do tell me-- How is our little friend? Taking care of her, like daddy told you to?"
Stunned into silence and the Anons stop. Well, that was a productive 30 minutes. x3
End of Line.
Oh come now. Anyone with eyes can see how you feel about Yori
”…”
Is there anybody you do like? Besides us anons?
I never said I liked the anonymous.
"Oh, I can’t much think of anyone I dislike. I had a few close friends, once. Now, it’s more…— it’s a wider group of lesser known friends, Programs, now.”
Oh of course not! We anons loveee you Castor. You're so much fun to talk to.
”Well, alright then.”
>.> Not a very gracious host if you ask me, but I'm just an anon, what do I know?
”Oh, come now. Surely you don’t think so little of me.”
What do you mean? As far as it seems, you betrayed him!
”Well yes.”
”He trusted Gem, followed her into a crowded bar, then followed his future betrayer into a secluded area. I would call that not seeing what’s in front of you.”
Wow, what a sore subject...well then, what do you think about Sam? He isn't much like his father.
”Sam, Sam. Not like his father at all, now, is he? Couldn’t see what was right in front of his nose, silly boy. Tsk, tsk.”
So, we know you respect Tron. How far does that respect extend in terms of his relationship with Yori?
”I have a tremendous amount of respect for Tron and what he does.”
”…I’m afraid I don’t understand what you’re implying, however. What would Yori have to do with my respect for him?”
Aw, that's mean Castor. Surely you like them in some way?
”Well, of course! I like them when they are as far away from me as I can possibly keep them.”
