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outofcode [ yoooo okay I know I've been MIA on this account for like a year? -ish? But I really do miss this muse and I might start anew with a different url and blog. Probably going to archive this one since I don't want to lose the memories. anyway, stay tuned if you care, and I'll redirect ya to the new blog later. ]
*leaves this here and flies away*
Happy 21rst Birthday Melody!
Here’s little Castor Mell,I Hope you like him. ;)
Unexpected Login || Alan & Zuse
isolatedalanone:
Alan put up with a lot from Kevin Flynn but being physically pushed and prodded into his secret office under the Arcade was almost too much. He’d considered pushing the man back but it was difficult to be angry at a man who had such a smile perpetually on his face. Alan tried to get a straight answer out of him. Kevin only smiled wider and answered with computer riddles. Alan gave up and let the other man sit him down at the console, punch a few codes in and step away. The last thing he heard from his friend was, ‘welcome to the digital frontier’.
He felt a warmth shoot through him as the world around him faded into something cleaner and darker. Alan stood abruptly when he realized that Flynn had literally disappeared. He called out to him but the only sound he heard in response was the escalating crowd noises outside. Odd, he thought as he exited the room, the arcade had been empty when they arrived.
As he headed toward the sound it became clear that this was not Flynn Arcade- at least not the one he’d entered mere minutes earlier. Alan’s mind ran through the riddles that Kevin was feeding him, trying to make sense of it all.
Once outside, Alan we met with a crowd of unique individuals but the environment stole his attention more so then the people. He gazed up suddenly as a thunderous vehicle circled above them. Alan gaped at the video game graphic made real- it was a recognizer. He watched it till it disappeared around a building. Alan’s eyes traced the massive structures. A deep, blue light seemed to pulse in the veins that outlined each building.
Only the sound and question from one of the individuals pulled his mind from the strange surroundings and flying objects. "What?" he asked confusion taking over. “Who-who am I?” he repeated the question. ”Who..what..Where am I?” Alan’s need for answers outweighed his manners.
Zuse took a steady step towards the user with an arched white brow. He appeared to look exactly like Tron. Was this the famous the famous programmer of Tron? As an algorithm designed to interpret and store information, he couldn't help but to smile at the recognition. He was Tron's beginning- Alan One. However, the User seemed very disoriented. "Are you alright?" He asked with his palms held outward to show he meant no harm. "My name is Zuse. I am a one of Flynn's programs. You are on the Grid. Are you...Alan One?"
He already knew who he was, so he didn't need to ask, but he seemed very confused about himself and where he was. Had their been some sort of memory loss? Before he could ask another question, the sound of an engine neared. A sleek black light cycle rode up on the crowd. The yellow circuits followed from his bike to his suit. It was CLU. Zuse put on a nervous smile and gave the User a look of reassurance. "Where's Flynn?" CLU asked as soon as his helmet folded away. "Not here," The interpreter answered automatically. "This is Alan One."
Your blog is very beautiful
"I designed it myself. The mun had no say in the color scheme. And look at it- mmh! Pixel perfect!"
You are one of my favorite blogs More importantly i think you are a brilliant writer and a wonderful roleplayer
{AhhhHHhhHHhhh tHAAAAAAAAAAAAAANKS thank you so much!!!}
*sobs* please don't delete your blog!
—outofcircuits {Oh darling, I’m not going to delete it. Castor is here to stay. I’m just trying to find some solid rp partners for plotting and development. I was a little depressed a few months ago because one of my partners deactivated and my muse was just a little upset. But I am back now and ready to go!}
♡ { Oh I can't help it. Ozias, please. c; }
Amid a crowd of babbling sentries, the fourth Guard of Unit 110010 enjoyed his free time by what he considered “impressing the locals with his presence.” A group of under-ranking minions had nearly cheered at his arrival, and he’d decided to sit with them if for no other reason than to stroke his own ego while they questioned him incessantly about his duties as an elite Guard.
Quite like himself, he’d deactivated his helmet some time ago so that he could sip lightly at the bright, blue energy swiveling around in his glass. He was cautious with the stuff, given his hushed system flaws; any abusive amount of intoxicating materials could drive the Guard over an edge he simply could not risk.
Finishing another prideful tale of his escapades, he gave a turn of his head while laughing and then— it happened. Ozias’s black eyes focused on the mouthy entertainer addressing a small collection of shaky civilian programs, when a sudden pain throbbed in his core. It was mild enough that he could ignore it while he quietly investigated the interaction going on across the room, raising only his hand to his abdomen to address it to himself. But as he watched the exchange continue, one of the sentries broke his thoughts with an interrupting, “Sir, wow, I didn’t realize…”
"Didn’t realize what?" he barked back, not withdrawing his gaze. The pain had begun to subside, fading only into a weak vibration and then gone. "That you like entertainers…I mean, really like entertainers," the sentry answered, and then the others began to chortle with him.
At last, the Guard turned his head sharply to look back at them. “What are you—” Then he saw it. His circuits were flushed with a hideous violet, surrounding his hand in those tiny details adorning his armor. Ozias yanked his hand back and sat up abruptly. “What is this?!” He’d never seen that color on himself, let alone for no good reason - but there was a reason, a very unsettling reason indeed. Cautiously, the Guard turned his head to look between the patrons of the club, just as its host turned away from the other Basics and headed in their direction. The flash of white and shimmering circuits…Ozias’s eyes went wide as the vibration pulsated again, this time without the pain. As the realization struck him, he averted his eyes to the floor, the laughter of his company just a horrible, background echo as he uttered, “…what kind of sick glitch is this.”
activateblackguard:
Hurt his feelings? He wanted to harm much more than that. On any normal cycle, Ozias despised End of Line’s host. Castor was quirky, loud - in both appearance and speech - commanding of attention, suspicious…everything opposite of a general Black Guard. But this one in particular wasn’t at all fond of flamboyance, and Castor’s practice of the personality was exceedingly great.
The sentries had trouble answering him between their incessant laughter, causing the superior Guard to grow more and more agitated. The overflow of energy within their systems was to blame for their courage, for none of them would have been foolish enough to mock Ozias while sober. “Ask old ‘Violet Circuits’ there!” one of them finally blurted.
At first, the others guffawed with him, but when they saw the face of total rage contorting the Black Guard’s features, they immediately fell silent. Slowly, Ozias rose to stand, and it looked as though he would tear the sentries apart, bit by bit.
In between their laughter and coughing on their own energy, Castor made out two very specific words- 'violet circuits'. He would have asked what they meant had it not been for the guard rising to his feet. His eyes seemed to flash with anger as he stared down his fellow sentries. Oh, then he understood. He noticed the warm color radiating from Ozias' circuits. Something must have been making him feel...embarrassed? Nervous? He wasn't quite sure but he had a hunch.
"Ooooh, watch out. He looks about ready to derezz all of your right here and now. And that would be unfortunate to clean up. We just had the floors refinished." He paused to glance around at the mingling programs. "Don't want my guests having to step over your pretty little pixels." Then, quite unexpectedly, Castor took a step closer to Ozias and grasped his jaw firmly with his metallic gloved hand. His hexagonal pupils dilated almost instantly to compliment his devious smile. What was it about the Black Guards that made him feel both intimidated and aroused? The two feelings were intoxicating to put together and this particular sentry continued to ensnare his attention. He analyzed Ozias' reaction, wondering if it would blind him the next second.
♡ { Oh I can't help it. Ozias, please. c; }
Amid a crowd of babbling sentries, the fourth Guard of Unit 110010 enjoyed his free time by what he considered “impressing the locals with his presence.” A group of under-ranking minions had nearly cheered at his arrival, and he’d decided to sit with them if for no other reason than to stroke his own ego while they questioned him incessantly about his duties as an elite Guard.
Quite like himself, he’d deactivated his helmet some time ago so that he could sip lightly at the bright, blue energy swiveling around in his glass. He was cautious with the stuff, given his hushed system flaws; any abusive amount of intoxicating materials could drive the Guard over an edge he simply could not risk.
Finishing another prideful tale of his escapades, he gave a turn of his head while laughing and then— it happened. Ozias’s black eyes focused on the mouthy entertainer addressing a small collection of shaky civilian programs, when a sudden pain throbbed in his core. It was mild enough that he could ignore it while he quietly investigated the interaction going on across the room, raising only his hand to his abdomen to address it to himself. But as he watched the exchange continue, one of the sentries broke his thoughts with an interrupting, “Sir, wow, I didn’t realize…”
"Didn’t realize what?" he barked back, not withdrawing his gaze. The pain had begun to subside, fading only into a weak vibration and then gone. "That you like entertainers…I mean, really like entertainers," the sentry answered, and then the others began to chortle with him.
At last, the Guard turned his head sharply to look back at them. “What are you—” Then he saw it. His circuits were flushed with a hideous violet, surrounding his hand in those tiny details adorning his armor. Ozias yanked his hand back and sat up abruptly. “What is this?!” He’d never seen that color on himself, let alone for no good reason - but there was a reason, a very unsettling reason indeed. Cautiously, the Guard turned his head to look between the patrons of the club, just as its host turned away from the other Basics and headed in their direction. The flash of white and shimmering circuits…Ozias’s eyes went wide as the vibration pulsated again, this time without the pain. As the realization struck him, he averted his eyes to the floor, the laughter of his company just a horrible, background echo as he uttered, “…what kind of sick glitch is this.”
activateblackguard:
The closer the entertainer drew, the more uncomfortable the Guard became. He pushed back deeper into his seat and gripped the chair’s padded arm rests, but his horrified glare could hardly manage to shift away from Castor’s uniquely rendered, white orbs. It sickened him that he even noticed the hexagonal shape of his pupils.
The sentries surrounding him continued to chuckle at his expense, especially as the other program placed his hand on top his shoulder and a very obvious discomfort flooded over the Guard below him. It was a good thing their circuits were as minimal as they were, because beneath the armor he could sense the heat rising, with it a fluttering sensation swirling about his metaphorical nerves. Without fail, however, this all ignited that accidental aggression, and he shoved the Entertainer’s hand off. At this, the sentries cooed with amusement.
"I’m fine," Ozias grunted, the corner of his lip curling with defiant annoyance, though mostly for himself. He raised the glass already in his hand and tipped it toward him. "I’ve got one," he added sarcastically.
He retracted his hand with a surprised "oh" and began to rub his fingers together while watching the program with utmost interest. For some reason, he seemed very uncomfortable with Castor looming over him. He tried to play off the awkward tension by letting out an amused chuckle. "Just one? Mm, that's not nearly enough." The entertainer stared down at him as if waiting for a response. "I'm offering to get you a drink on the house, dear friend, and you might hurt my feelings, would you?" Obviously he was just teasing, but inwardly he felt me might be a little insulted if he said no. His libations were the talk of the town. Surely he wouldn't turn down an offer like that. "Your partner here seems quite tense." His eyes trickled over to his comrades. He didn't particularly enjoy the sentries in his club, but he wouldn't argue. They seemed pretty relaxed and that was exactly what he wanted. "Any reason why?"
♡ { Oh I can't help it. Ozias, please. c; }
Amid a crowd of babbling sentries, the fourth Guard of Unit 110010 enjoyed his free time by what he considered “impressing the locals with his presence.” A group of under-ranking minions had nearly cheered at his arrival, and he’d decided to sit with them if for no other reason than to stroke his own ego while they questioned him incessantly about his duties as an elite Guard.
Quite like himself, he’d deactivated his helmet some time ago so that he could sip lightly at the bright, blue energy swiveling around in his glass. He was cautious with the stuff, given his hushed system flaws; any abusive amount of intoxicating materials could drive the Guard over an edge he simply could not risk.
Finishing another prideful tale of his escapades, he gave a turn of his head while laughing and then— it happened. Ozias’s black eyes focused on the mouthy entertainer addressing a small collection of shaky civilian programs, when a sudden pain throbbed in his core. It was mild enough that he could ignore it while he quietly investigated the interaction going on across the room, raising only his hand to his abdomen to address it to himself. But as he watched the exchange continue, one of the sentries broke his thoughts with an interrupting, “Sir, wow, I didn’t realize…”
"Didn’t realize what?" he barked back, not withdrawing his gaze. The pain had begun to subside, fading only into a weak vibration and then gone. "That you like entertainers…I mean, really like entertainers," the sentry answered, and then the others began to chortle with him.
At last, the Guard turned his head sharply to look back at them. “What are you—” Then he saw it. His circuits were flushed with a hideous violet, surrounding his hand in those tiny details adorning his armor. Ozias yanked his hand back and sat up abruptly. “What is this?!” He’d never seen that color on himself, let alone for no good reason - but there was a reason, a very unsettling reason indeed. Cautiously, the Guard turned his head to look between the patrons of the club, just as its host turned away from the other Basics and headed in their direction. The flash of white and shimmering circuits…Ozias’s eyes went wide as the vibration pulsated again, this time without the pain. As the realization struck him, he averted his eyes to the floor, the laughter of his company just a horrible, background echo as he uttered, “…what kind of sick glitch is this.”
A laugh rang through the air as he twisted away from a group of his finest regulars. "Chao darling, I will catch up with you more later." He twiddled his fingers in their direction before looking directly in front of him. His gaze settled on a group of guards sitting at a table. With a smirk, he made his way over and leaned against the edge of the table with his hips.
"My, my. You must have the day off, hm?" The edges of his mouth remained tucked upward as he spoke. "How nice." Castor dropped his gaze to a particular guard. Yes, it was indeed one of his favorites. A grin overtook most of his face as he placed a hand against his shoulder. "Your friend here seems down. Or are you just tired? That seems to be the usual excuse nowadays- any who, how about a drink, my friend?"
Am I still to create the perfect system?
Tron Legacy (2010)
Unexpected Login || Alan & Zuse
The center of the city radiated with a blue light. It shot into the sky from one location- the Grid's side of Flynn's Arcade. That meant their User was downloading into the system. Zuse looked to the light as hope. He ran closer to find a crowd had already gathered. He struggle to move himself to the front. Flynn would fix everything. Tron would tell him all that Dyson and CLU had been planning.
Except, the User coming through the portal was not who he expected.
"--w-who are you, sir?" He spoke above of the crowd's muttering.
TRON: Evolution concept art by James Paick, Pt. 1
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♡ { Oh I can't help it. Ozias, please. c; }
Amid a crowd of babbling sentries, the fourth Guard of Unit 110010 enjoyed his free time by what he considered “impressing the locals with his presence.” A group of under-ranking minions had nearly cheered at his arrival, and he’d decided to sit with them if for no other reason than to stroke his own ego while they questioned him incessantly about his duties as an elite Guard.
Quite like himself, he’d deactivated his helmet some time ago so that he could sip lightly at the bright, blue energy swiveling around in his glass. He was cautious with the stuff, given his hushed system flaws; any abusive amount of intoxicating materials could drive the Guard over an edge he simply could not risk.
Finishing another prideful tale of his escapades, he gave a turn of his head while laughing and then— it happened. Ozias’s black eyes focused on the mouthy entertainer addressing a small collection of shaky civilian programs, when a sudden pain throbbed in his core. It was mild enough that he could ignore it while he quietly investigated the interaction going on across the room, raising only his hand to his abdomen to address it to himself. But as he watched the exchange continue, one of the sentries broke his thoughts with an interrupting, “Sir, wow, I didn’t realize…”
"Didn’t realize what?" he barked back, not withdrawing his gaze. The pain had begun to subside, fading only into a weak vibration and then gone. "That you like entertainers…I mean, really like entertainers," the sentry answered, and then the others began to chortle with him.
At last, the Guard turned his head sharply to look back at them. “What are you—” Then he saw it. His circuits were flushed with a hideous violet, surrounding his hand in those tiny details adorning his armor. Ozias yanked his hand back and sat up abruptly. “What is this?!” He’d never seen that color on himself, let alone for no good reason - but there was a reason, a very unsettling reason indeed. Cautiously, the Guard turned his head to look between the patrons of the club, just as its host turned away from the other Basics and headed in their direction. The flash of white and shimmering circuits…Ozias’s eyes went wide as the vibration pulsated again, this time without the pain. As the realization struck him, he averted his eyes to the floor, the laughter of his company just a horrible, background echo as he uttered, “…what kind of sick glitch is this.”
|| THIS WAS SO FUCKING GREAT I JUST DIED AHHHHH oh my god i just ugh yes yes yes night=made.
Deep in the night, I’m looking for some fun.
[ Hey look, I got off my lazy ass and made something. My contribution to the fandom mmkay? ]
