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fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?

I've consulted with the muse for a few days about this. At first she was all "no fear. Not one." Which I was a bit skeptical on because everyone’s afraid of something.

And then she told me.

She's afraid of Clu and Dyson. Oh she considers them friends now. But there was a point that they weren't and that if she reports something Clu doesn't like? Makes her circuits run cold.

( there's also the fact he's read her disc a few times. Most of the time it's because he suspected she was lying to him and to make a point. )

She deals with it by putting on a brave face. If she stays on their good sides, and does what Clu expects of her-she won't have anything to worry about.

#spaceandthedigitalfrontier

cityandking

oc asks: not-so-nice edition

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?

bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?

break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?

future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?

hate: What does your OC hate? Why? How do they act towards the object of their hatred?

heartbreak: Have they ever had a relationship that ended badly? Experienced some other kind of heartbreak? What happened?

hide: What does your OC hide? Why do they hide it?

hunt: Who or what is your OC hunted by? A person, a feeling, a past mistake? Is your OC able to let their guard down, or are they constantly alert?

mask: Does your OC wear a mask, literally or figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask?

midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?

mistake: What's the worst mistake your OC ever made? What led to them making it? Have they been able to fix it? How have they moved on?

monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?

nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?

pain: What's the worst pain your OC has ever felt? Do they have a high pain tolerance?

secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?

skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?

torture: Has your OC ever been tortured? Would your OC ever torture someone else?

wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?

#; meme

liberatedthroughperfection

"Opal!" Dyson acted shocked, but was in fact incredibly proud. "You're in fine form this cycle. Glad to know you've learned something besides basic self defense." The Tower was just around the corner, and Dyson decided to wrap this all up.

"And surely not the whole Grid." He laughed, and pulled away from her. "I still want to know more about that, 'it's done wonders for me in the past' comment."

Admin tower loomed in front of them and Dyson settled back into his regular demeanor. Appearances were everything and Dyson had a reputation to uphold. Gone was the laid back and casual behavior. Once in view of the programs around and inside of the Tower, he shifted back into Marshal of the Grid mode.

In the lift, he lessened a bit. "Are you sure you can't give me hint as to what you've snagged?" Dyson asked. Giving it one last go.

designationopal

"Fine. Maybe there are parts of the Grid that don't know about you two being an item. Like the Bostrum ruins or the Outlands." She countered with a smirk. She was happy for the two of them and that they made her a part of their relationship in some odd way.

But she hated it when they fought. Clu just threw himself into his work and neglected himself ten times worse than normal and Dyson just went to the Line and drinks himself into a stupor. Well, he didn't do it at the Line anymore but Opal still knew he did it.

"Past clients, Marshall." She replied with a shrug. She may be small and delicate looking but she could still put a program twice her size in their place. Some clients had a thing for that. It did help her in her working relationship with Clu. Not that the Administrator would ever fall in the category of 'pathetic'.

In the lift, she waggled a white circuited finger in the Marshall's face. "No cheating, Dyson. You know as well as I do that the Luminary wouldn't allow it." And she shuddered as he recalled when he had read her disc when he had suspected she was keeping something from him.

That had been during the early cycles of their arrangement. Back before he had gotten familiar with her and grown to trust her. When Dyson had been convinced something deeper was going on and had reeked of jealousy.

She was so glad that Clu had decided to loop Dyson in. It made everything less awkward.

#liberatedthroughperfection #//oh Clu's read her disc #//that came out of nowhere

pantherpilz

can we talk about how extra Rinzler actually is. like? we all know he loves to do his little acrobatic moves. but I only recently realised he does a flip out of the window too when he, Clu and the guards are chasing Flynn

#; enforcer #// the show off(affectionate)

riinzler

Some segments of Rinzler’s system began automatically analyzing the positives and the negatives of her hair length in combat scenarios as it was let down, though he quickly manually aborted the process. It was junk data, and if it was impractical it was because it was suited to her function, not his. It was impractical though.

Once the elevator arrived Rinzler stepped inside, the disc held at his side as he returned to his default resting position. With his freehand he keyed in their destination and the lift obediently began to rise to take them to the Admin’s office. He expected that to be the extent of their interaction, he’d give the report of his assignment, give the disc to Clu, then return to his duties. He hadn’t expected her to attempt to speak with him again.

Rinzler stared. Why had she said that? There was an excruciatingly long moment where he continued to stare through her with no outward reaction before looking back towards the elevator doors. That was strange, and he was left without a response and so opted to ignore it and pretend she hadn’t said anything at all. The doors opened with a cheerful tone and he motioned her forward, following after her instead of taking the lead. It was a tactical choice, one that would make it easier to give his report as there would be a literal buffer standing ahead of him, one Clu was exceedingly fond of. Rinzler dreaded to think of what his reaction would be had she not been there as definitive proof that she truly was only minorly harmed.

designationopal

It was a bit hard to tell with his helmet but Opal could swear the other program was studying her. She was used to it considering what her function was. But normally, she could see the other program's face. With Rinzler it was just... well, the lack there of.

Not that Opal minded. The white and silver suit tended to draw attention. But at the same time, the Sirens could go almost wherever they pleased without question. The Admin had explained to her that was the brilliance of him utilizing her to gather intelligence for him.

Opal was both relieved and disappointed when the doors to the lift opened. Relived to not have to be under his scrutiny anymore but at the same time...disappointed to not be looked at. Featureless visor aside, Rinzler had a nice render to look at.

And she was ever one to appreciate the scenery when she had the opportunity to.

Opal progressed forward when Rinzler motioned to go ahead of him. Already rehearsing what she would tell Clu. 'Oh this? Just a scratch. I'll go see a medic and get it all straightened up. Rinzler showed up just in time to show me here.'

Yeah, that was a start. She needed something better than that. Then again, he could just see what happened from her disc. She kind of hoped not, that was always uncomfortable.

#riinzler #//hate to see him leave but you love to watch him go

//This is just a little bit of fluff I wrote as a little treat. Starring my brainchild, Opal, and Rinzler. It's a bit longer than I thought it'd be but hey... she had a lot to say.

The Siren had been enjoying a rare down cycle. In an odd coincidence, both Gem and Clu agreed that Opal needed some time off. She had protested naturally- more to Clu than to Gem- but the Admin had said that they could get by without her for a cycle or two.

It was her first cycle off in a long time and she was determined to enjoy it. Granted she had spent most of the cycle just wandering around the city. She had visited a club that wasn't the Line. Had found Bastian on his patrol. They had talked for a bit but he really had to keep going otherwise Dyson would notice his tag was stationary. Opal rolled her eyes, the Marshall would notice he was talking to her.

He had this kind of overly protective complex toward her. Not that she minded the majority of the time but when it came to Bastian, that's where she minded.

#; tron fic

liberatedthroughperfection

"Are you trying to play matchmaker? You know I only got eyes for one program. And he occupies more than enough of my time." The signal turned green and they strode across the crosswalk. "I've noticed Cade trying to make an advance or two. He's a touch..." Dyson fished around for the right word. "Pathetic, but maybe that's what she needs right now." "Anything else, or am I going to have to wait a milli longer?"

designationopal

"Oh please, I know about you and our lovely Administrator." Opal replied to the Marshall. "The entire Grid knows about you and the Luminary, in fact." Not that they were exactly subtle about it but no one was brave enough to comment on it. No doubt fearing they'd get sent to the Games or Rectified or....well, worse. "I cannot speak for the Grid but I am happy for you both."

Her nose wrinkled at the thought of Cade. "I mean, maybe she needs a pathetic program she can boss around. I know it's done wonders for me in the past."

A white and silver gloved hand patted his arm. "You know Clu gets the extra juicy bits and I think I got something he'd like to hear this time. I'm sure he'd let you sit in this time." Not that anything ever happened that would warrant Dyson not being in the room. In the beginning, it was to create an illusion that Clu was utilizing the services of a Siren and not a Siren spying for him. Dyson being in the room would just add to the illusion.

#liberatedthroughperfection #// she's got something good

riinzler

Rinzler’s head canted to one side, intrigued despite himself at the mention of an ambush. What had the attacking program hoped to achieve? Was it done to derez her or to try to gain information? He supposed he’d find out soon enough.

[You should begin taking alternative routes.] He advised. While the way she usually traveled was the fastest, most straightforward way to reach the Tower, it was also the most predictable, especially if one repeatedly used it. If the attack had been premeditated like she implied it wouldn’t have been difficult to learn her schedule and what road she’d take, using other paths at odd intervals would make her harder to find, even if one did know when she’d be leaving the Line.

One way she could use, albeit a far riskier option, was the one he was currently leading her down, utilizing alleys and walkways originally intended for programs working in the energy refinery. The reasons he picked it were the exact reasons she shouldn’t, seeing as it was exceptionally dark and rarely used by anyone else. Rinzler was able to navigate it both because of his optic filters and his other sensors working in tandem. The glow from his minimal circuitry functioned as a guide, though they didn’t cast enough light to prevent one from walking into the railings if they weren’t paying attention. He didn’t check to see if she was following, he knew she would be even if he wasn't currently able to hear her.

They arrived at the foot of the Tower soon after, with Rinzler heading inside and engaging the elevator, knowing they were both heading to the same place. While they waited Rinzler turned to face her, hand held out for the disc he had given her previously. Whether she went to a medic to repair her injury or the Admin himself was of little consequence to him. He had ensured that she arrived without suffering further damage, his obligation was completed.

designationopal

The Siren was able to follow the Enforcer easily enough. Rinzler had minimal circuits compared to other Programs, but they were unique enough to stand out. The way he led her on to the Tower was less direct than her usual route and a bit longer but maybe it wouldn't hurt to go different ways. Mix it up so as not to be predictable.

She wasn't a program written for tactics but it made sense. She'd run it by Bastian later. Maybe Dyson and Clu too. Although she'd leave the part out that it was Rinzler's idea. She'd picked up on the apparent disdain between Dyson and Rinzler. Opal guessed it was part of some history between the two programs.

History she guessed would be better kept buried.

While they waited for the elevator in the tower, she let her pink curly hair down as per Clu's preferences. She was off duty from the Line anyway. She noticed Rinzler's hand out like he was waiting for something. Oh, right, the disc. She handed it over figuring it would be safer with him than with her.

She didn't even really notice the injury anymore. If she moved a certain way, then it sent warnings through her processor. It wasn't a terrible one but it was annoying.

She'd had a few shifts in the Arena. Not outfitting the combatants but tending to the wounded after the Games. That was before Castor had decided she'd be entertaining programs at the Line. But she'd seen Rinzler compete a few times. It was something to witness.

"Thank you." It seemed like the right thing to say. If just for his time and effort.

#riinzler #//she likes him #//she's just shy

😈

😈 - Three ways my muse shows mischief || Here

The first way Opal shows mischief when she's off duty because she would never do so on duty unless the client just didn't care. She's kind of cat coded so she just kind of takes stuff and hides it. ( Just ask Bastian how many times she's stolen his light cycle batons so he can't leave. )

Opal, like all Sirens, are terrible gossips. It's never malicious. It's always stuff like 'Did you hear so and so broke up with her boyfriend?' or 'did you hear what x did to their hair?' That kind of stuff. It's how they communicate with each other. ( Opal has decided Dyson is her gossip friend. Everyone should have a gossip friend. )

She'll play harmless tricks on those she considered friends. One time she drew a smiley face on Bastian's helmet in pink.

#; mun speaks #// she's very cat coded #// like a tiny white kitten with a large pink bow

rp-memes-and-things

Three Ways

💕 - Three ways my muse shows affection 💘 - Three ways my muse shows they have a crush 💗 - Three ways my muse shows love 💦 - Three ways my muse shows lust 💔 - Three ways my muse shows heartache 👀 - Three ways my muse shows surprise 💥 - Three ways my muse shows anger 👓 - Three ways my muse shows intelligence 😈 - Three ways my muse shows mischief

#; meme

Continuing from here: xxx

Rinzler was always a bit unnerving but it had gotten better since she had gotten used to being around him. The program had a reputation even at the Line that went beyond Champion of the Grid. She wasn't sure if it was the featureless helmet that he seemed to never take off or the feeling that he was always looking right through her.

But whatever the case, and maybe her processor was glitching, but it was kind of... well, hot.

"Oh, mission status? Well, I had just finished my shift at the Line and was on my way to report to Admin Tower." As was her arrangement with Clu. Something she had done countless cycles before. She hadn't even been sure of her escort's name, she made a point to know those. It wasn't Bastian, of which she was eternally grateful. "We were..." What was the word again? "Ambushed?"

Luckily Clu and Dyson had seen fit that she be able to defend herself beyond the basic Siren self-defense. Otherwise, she'd be sure her voxels would be mixed in with her attackers'. Oh that thought chilled her circuits and made her forget about the injury. She was sure Clu could take care of that. He'd repaired half of Dyson's face, he could take care of a little gash.

@riinzler

#riinzler #// i think she had a 'oh no he's hot' moment

Consider this a starter call.

Feel free to message me with plotting.

#Tron rp

❤️‍🩹 (@riinzler)

Are you okay?

@riinzler found Opal trying to hide an injury

The pink haired Siren held her side as her heels crunched over blue colored voxels. She was more upset at herself than anything else. She had gotten sloppy. Dyson would know doubt give her an earful but it was out of worry than anything else.

She had no idea where her Sentry escort had gone off to. No doubt that would be one of the questions Dyson and Clu would have for her. She'd just shrug and say she had no idea. As to who the program that had attacked her? Again, she had no idea. But he was cubes now. Likely thought she was an easy target.

She came out of the alleyway and she immediately heard it. That unmistakable sound that could only be coming from…

"Oh, Rinzler, what a surprise running into you here." She tried to hide the gash on her side but she knew it was useless. He'd pick up on it eventually. "I'm fine. Really. You should see the other guy." She added with a nervous chuckle.

#Riinzler

beebssources

— ARE YOU OKAY?

Concerned roleplay starters. Send me... (Send 🔄 + any emoji to reverse the outcome.)

😭 to find my muse crying. 🤕 to find my muse with an obvious injury. ❤️‍🩹 to find my muse trying to hide an injury. 🤢 to find my muse visibly sick. 🩸 to find my muse after they've been in a fight. 💤 to find my muse passed out. 🥴 to catch my muse as they faint. 🌧️ to find my muse in the rain without an umbrella. 😵 to find my muse half dead in an alley. 🫳 to put a comforting hand on my muse's shoulder. 🫂 to give my muse a comforting hug.

#; meme

designationopal

She wasn't about to tell him that she had cheated a little bit to get that bag. Since she worked at the Line, Castor liked to reward those he felt were worthy of it. No doubt it was because of the fact she was frequently seen in the presence of some very powerful programs. Present company included. "You know how Sirens are, Dyson. Maybe better than anyone. We are the best at gossiping." But she suspected that was the reason Clu decided to employ her. Though it could just as easily be any Siren besides her. Clu had his reasons which she would likely never learn.

She did notice the glances their way. No doubt it was mostly because of her present company. Most programs were aware of the pink haired Siren seen too often around Admin Tower and the programs that frequently inhabited it. But she wouldn't let it dampen her present mood. "Well, there are the sightings of Flynn in certain sectors of the city. Granted those who claim to see him are also slightly guilty of over indulging." She replied as her fingers play slightly with the cuff of his coat sleeve. More of needing to occupy her hands with something than anything else.

liberatedthroughperfection

Dyson scoffed. "Flynn would be stupid to hide in the city. There isn't anything that doesn't happen that we don't know about." He cast a rare smile Opals way. "Thanks in part, to you." The complement was more than genuine. Dyson always enjoyed her company. The only other program he could talk to was Clu.

"How's the Line? Is Mercury still broken up about her ex-boyfriend?" They stopped at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to turn. "I saw that breakup coming from a mile of way."

designationopal

She knew the rumor about Flynn was just wild speculation. Maybe some sort of hope his supporters clung to. Or maybe it was to distract the Occupation from something else. Opal wasn't a tactician. She was foremost a Siren even if she was something of an Informant. "I'm sure Clu would know the milli Flynn did step on Grid." She added before she noticed his change in subject.

"She's gotten better. I've convinced her there are better Programs out there than any null code foolish enough to break up with her." Opal stopped fidgeting with Dyson’s coat sleeve. "She's open to the idea of seeking a replacement."

#Liberatedthroughperfection

designationopal

Continuing from Here.

She had to smile at his mock indignation. At one point she found him intimidating, since he was The Grand Marshall of the Grid. But now she had gotten to know him and considered him a friend. Odd how she had come to work with these powerful programs and enjoyed their company.

The Siren took his offered arm. "Perhaps I could." Sirens were not often thought of as fighters but Clu had seen to it that she had the means to protect herself if she should need it. 'Comes with the territory' he had said.

"Why Dyson, you're going to be just as bad as some of the other Sirens I know if you keep this up. I'm sure I could come up with something to occupy you until we get to the Tower so Clu can hear the 'Official Gossip'."

liberatedthroughperfection

"I can't believe you'd keep the good information from me. Need I remind you that it was me who got you on that list for your new bag. Those are individually custom coded to the wearer." Dyson scoffed, still somewhat jealous that she got hers before he did.

They made their way leisurely down the street. Programs rushed around them, out and about on their usual business. Tron City never slept. Dyson wondered if Clu kept it that way out of efficiency. "Come on Opal, give me something good. This milli's been the dullest on record."

designationopal

She wasn't about to tell him that she had cheated a little bit to get that bag. Since she worked at the Line, Castor liked to reward those he felt were worthy of it. No doubt it was because of the fact she was frequently seen in the presence of some very powerful programs. Present company included. "You know how Sirens are, Dyson. Maybe better than anyone. We are the best at gossiping." But she suspected that was the reason Clu decided to employ her. Though it could just as easily be any Siren besides her. Clu had his reasons which she would likely never learn.

She did notice the glances their way. No doubt it was mostly because of her present company. Most programs were aware of the pink haired Siren seen too often around Admin Tower and the programs that frequently inhabited it. But she wouldn't let it dampen her present mood. "Well, there are the sightings of Flynn in certain sectors of the city. Granted those who claim to see him are also slightly guilty of over indulging." She replied as her fingers play slightly with the cuff of his coat sleeve. More of needing to occupy her hands with something than anything else.

#liberatedthroughperfection

Continuing from Here.

She had to smile at his mock indignation. At one point she found him intimidating, since he was The Grand Marshall of the Grid. But now she had gotten to know him and considered him a friend. Odd how she had come to work with these powerful programs and enjoyed their company.

The Siren took his offered arm. "Perhaps I could." Sirens were not often thought of as fighters but Clu had seen to it that she had the means to protect herself if she should need it. 'Comes with the territory' he had said.

"Why Dyson, you're going to be just as bad as some of the other Sirens I know if you keep this up. I'm sure I could come up with something to occupy you until we get to the Tower so Clu can hear the 'Official Gossip'."

#liberatedthroughperfection #they have such a cute dynamic

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