The Last Known ISO

I'm Quorra, an Isomorphic Algorithm (or ISO) from The Grid. After the purge I was saved by Flynn. Can someone tell me... what's the sun like? Part of KHT

[tron-legacy]

[lastknowniso-blog]

Quiet...

[lastknowniso-blog]

kh2tron started following you

Quorra blinked in confusion as she spotted the other program some distance away. Quietly as she watched him, she spoke. “Tron…? But…but how…?”

[kh2tron-blog]

He looked to the other program as she spoke, his name hanging lightly in the air. He turned to her, and watched for a moment. “Hmm?”

[lastknowniso-blog]

Her eyes widened for a moment as she was caught, in her confusion she’d allowed herself to let he guard down. Although, as usual, her curiosity got the better of her and she moved over to the other program, her head tilted to the side slightly. “How’re you…but I saw…”

[kh2tron-blog]

He wondered what kind of program she might be. Glancing over her appearance, he recognized her as an ISO, something he knew about, but never got the chance to investigate. “You’re an ISO, I haven’t had the chance to see any yet..”

[lastknowniso-blog]

Once again her eyes widened in shock at what he had said. Was he trying to get her caught or something? “Don’t say that!” 

[kh2tron-blog]

Tron gave a surprised look, unsure of why it might be a bad thing. “Ah- Is there something wrong?”

[lastknowniso-blog]

Warily, Quorra looked around them to make sure that no other programs were around. "Yes! Do you want them to kill me or something?"

[lastknowniso-blog]

kh2tron started following you

Quorra blinked in confusion as she spotted the other program some distance away. Quietly as she watched him, she spoke. “Tron…? But…but how…?”

[kh2tron-blog]

He looked to the other program as she spoke, his name hanging lightly in the air. He turned to her, and watched for a moment. “Hmm?”

[lastknowniso-blog]

Her eyes widened for a moment as she was caught, in her confusion she’d allowed herself to let he guard down. Although, as usual, her curiosity got the better of her and she moved over to the other program, her head tilted to the side slightly. “How’re you…but I saw…”

[kh2tron-blog]

He wondered what kind of program she might be. Glancing over her appearance, he recognized her as an ISO, something he knew about, but never got the chance to investigate. “You’re an ISO, I haven’t had the chance to see any yet..”

[lastknowniso-blog]

Once again her eyes widened in shock at what he had said. Was he trying to get her caught or something? "Don't say that!" 

[lastknowniso-blog]

kh2tron started following you

Quorra blinked in confusion as she spotted the other program some distance away. Quietly as she watched him, she spoke. “Tron…? But…but how…?”

[kh2tron-blog]

He looked to the other program as she spoke, his name hanging lightly in the air. He turned to her, and watched for a moment. “Hmm?”

[lastknowniso-blog]

Her eyes widened for a moment as she was caught, in her confusion she'd allowed herself to let he guard down. Although, as usual, her curiosity got the better of her and she moved over to the other program, her head tilted to the side slightly. "How're you...but I saw..."

[lastknowniso-blog]

kh2tron started following you

Quorra blinked in confusion as she spotted the other program some distance away. Quietly as she watched him, she spoke. "Tron...? But...but how...?"

[deadsongplaying]

[lastknowniso-blog]

What the-...? -Twitch-

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“I see…” Program was still somewhat confused by the other’s actions, though she still tried to mask it in mild understanding. Though nevertheless as she looked him over she couldn’t help but wonder about the circuit colour of his armour, it seemed to be a golden orange, somewhat reminding her of Rinzler or Clu. What did that mean about this user? Didn’t all users normally appear with white? 

Her thoughts were pushed to the side though as he attention was brought back t the key. Intently she listened to is every word and she looked over its form. Such a strange yet powerful weapon, she knew there had to be something special about it by the way he was talking. 

[traiwielder-deactivated20120916]

Terra held up Chaos Ripper for a little bit longer before lowering the Key. Sending it away in a spiral of Light. He paused, and looked at himself again, flexing his hands through the odd gloves. “…Do all…what did you call me, Users? Wear armor like this?” He asked softly. He looked up at the woman carefully. her armor was differently coloured. Not that it bothered Terra much. The colour on his armor looked like his normal armor, his Glider in it’s normal form. Still…It was at best, odd.

[lastknowniso-blog]

Curiously, the program continued to look over him, taking in his sudden change of attire. The colour still confused her. Hearing his question, Quorra paused for a few moments before she finally answered, shaking her head lightly. "Not quite...The colour is usually white with users..." The confusion in her mind was made clearly apparent in her voice as well.

[lastknowniso-blog]

Quorra watched curiously as she saw his actions, everything did seemed to surprise her. Terra was so much different to any program or user. And the weapon, the keyblade, its light, it gave a different kind of enegy to what she was used to light giving off. The whole situation was strange to say the least, nevertheless it facinated her. It made the program wonder more about what else there was to find in the physical world. Were there more people like this? Were there other strange things she’d never heard of before? Questions like these filled her mind until she saw his grimance. “Are you okay?”

[traiwielder-deactivated20120916]

Terra paused a few moments, lowering his wielding hand. Key held easily at his side. He shook his head a bit, blanking the grimace. “Yes, just…that was a little painful. I’m not used to having to change in different World’s energy.” As he spoke he began to look himself over. Fingerless gloves and black armor completely throwing him off. He looked a lot like Quorra now, in clothing sense. This was a strange world indeed.

He paused, then raised the Key once more. “This is my Keyblade, Chaos Ripper. It is a personification of my Heart and its Taint. My other Keyblades either show my Heart, or the Hearts of Worlds I have visited or the Hearts of those I have protected. The Keyblade is made of Light, and can only be Wielded by its rightful owner.”

[lastknowniso-blog]

"I see..." Program was still somewhat confused by the other's actions, though she still tried to mask it in mild understanding. Though nevertheless as she looked him over she couldn't help but wonder about the circuit colour of his armour, it seemed to be a golden orange, somewhat reminding her of Rinzler or Clu. What did that mean about this user? Didn't all users normally appear with white? 

Her thoughts were pushed to the side though as he attention was brought back t the key. Intently she listened to is every word and she looked over its form. Such a strange yet powerful weapon, she knew there had to be something special about it by the way he was talking. 

[lastknowniso-blog]

Thoughts of curiosity came back to Quorra once again as she remembered the weapon he had been using to fight with. Before she even really thought about what she was saying, the question had already left her lips. “Terra, what was that thing you were using?”

[traiwielder-deactivated20120916]

Terra blinked, canting his head faintly. The question surprised him even though it shouldn’t have. He was sued to being asked about the Keyblade, but it surprised him every time. “Ah, my Keyblade.” He rose his arm, going to Summon again. Light circled, but charge reacted to it. Swathing Terra in light, electrocuting him slightly in the process. Making him cry out faintly as the Light bared down on him.

Once the Light faded Terra stood still and sagged. In his hand was Chaos Ripper now, its eye gleaming over brightly as golden and orange lines ran up and down its long blade. Terra was in armor now, but it wasn’t his golden armor he had grown to depend on. It was black, veined with lines of glowing gold and orange. It clung tightly to him, accenting his body’s strength just that bit more. It had no helmet it seemed, Terra’s face still bared. Features contorted into a grimace of pain still.

[lastknowniso-blog]

Quorra watched curiously as she saw his actions, everything did seemed to surprise her. Terra was so much different to any program or user. And the weapon, the keyblade, its light, it gave a different kind of enegy to what she was used to light giving off. The whole situation was strange to say the least, nevertheless it facinated her. It made the program wonder more about what else there was to find in the physical world. Were there more people like this? Were there other strange things she'd never heard of before? Questions like these filled her mind until she saw his grimance. "Are you okay?"

[lastknowniso-blog]

((Muse is getting tired with mun. -n- So I'm going to go over and just stay on Essai until I go to bed, since he's an insomniac and won't fall asleep on me. 

Terra, I've saved your post in drafts, so I'll reply tomorrow.))

[lastknowniso-blog]

“I see…” She said, somewhat understanding what he was saying. The way he spoke about friendship, it was so different to what she was used to, but in a good way. Most of the friendship she had had been taken away from her in the purge. Though she’d managed to reclaim some of that in the form of programs and users like Flynn, though it was still hard for her to tell who she could really trust now. 

[traiwielder-deactivated20120916]

Terra nodded faintly. He thought she at least had a decent grasp on the whole concept. He doubted that she really understood magick, if she had always been here, in the Grid. Technology and magick rarely mixed in his experience. He sighed lightly, dropping his hand from its raised position. He was worn, highly so. He still idly wondered if summoning his armor would soothe him, butt even that seemed like a lot of effort for the Wielder. Instead his just half folded his arms over his chest, still radiating a chaotic aura.

[lastknowniso-blog]

Thoughts of curiosity came back to Quorra once again as she remembered the weapon he had been using to fight with. Before she even really thought about what she was saying, the question had already left her lips. "Terra, what was that thing you were using?"

[crystal-memory-deactivated20121]

“Simply telling me we are in the ‘grid’ does not tell me what exactly that means.” Maleficent replied curtly.

[lastknowniso-blog]

“But that’s what this place is. It’s the grid, a world created in data.”

[crystal-memory-deactivated20121]

“A world created in data? Interesting.”

[lastknowniso-blog]

"I guess you could say that, as a user, though it's been around for many many cycles now."

[lastknowniso-blog]

Quorra watched in amazement as the the scene surrounding them. Once again she found herself questioning herself about what this guy was. As far as she was aware, not even programs like Tron or Rinzler were able to do anything like that, so seeing a user being able to do it surprised her greatly. “What…what was that?”

[traiwielder-deactivated20120916]

Terra waited a few moments. Watching the green fire die down, revealing they had eliminated all the monsters. He sighed then, dismissing his Key. Light absorbing the all ready glowing Key. He grimaced a little, swaying a bit. He was between overcharged and drained. Maybe summoning his armor would ease his pain? He looked at his gauntlet, at its electrical currents playing over the plates of gold and earthen colours. He probably should.

He paused when Quorra spoke, hand halfway raised to touch the Summon Dial. He blinked, then shrugged the faintest bit. “The Power of Friendship. We call them D-Links, a connection of Power through someone you share a bond with through your Heart. Allowing us to summon on certain types of their Power, in this case, an attack from my Mother. Only myself and my two oldest friends can use D-Links though. A gift of out Bond together.”

[lastknowniso-blog]

"I see..." She said, somewhat understanding what he was saying. The way he spoke about friendship, it was so different to what she was used to, but in a good way. Most of the friendship she had had been taken away from her in the purge. Though she'd managed to reclaim some of that in the form of programs and users like Flynn, though it was still hard for her to tell who she could really trust now. 

[crystal-memory-deactivated20121]

((Oh goodness. So many characters who are all friends with each other :3))

“I thought all people were from the physical world. If this is not physical then where are we?” Maleficent scanned the area in which they stood. “Have you any idea where he might be?”

[lastknowniso-blog]

((Yep~ ^u^))

“I told you, we’re in the grid.” She said simply before shaking her head lightly. “I don’t.”

[crystal-memory-deactivated20121]

“Simply telling me we are in the ‘grid’ does not tell me what exactly that means.” Maleficent replied curtly.

[lastknowniso-blog]

"But that's what this place is. It's the grid, a world created in data."

[lastknowniso-blog]

Striking at another dreameater, Quorra became confused at what he had said. Jump? Why jump? What was going to happen. “What?”

[traiwielder-deactivated20120916]

He growled faintly, in annoyance and pain. She wasn’t going to jump, which meant he would have to change his attack. He redirected his energies, bringing his Key up closer to him. His feet left the ground as he began to levitate, the lack of gravity pulling on him making him sigh. The cloud of darkness absorbing him slightly, green magick flooding across his senses. He shifted his Key down then, pointing it at the ground. Green Dragon Fire blasting out hotly. Melting the Dreameaters it touched, beginning a slow circle. Directing the fire till it surrounded Quorra and himself, melting anymore enemies. He fell back to the ground then, landing rather steadily. Gauntlet truly over charged now in using both Light and Dark magick, right after one another. He held his Key loose to his side, the affect of the D-Link making it glow almost green, through the golden orange stripes.

[lastknowniso-blog]

Quorra watched in amazement as the the scene surrounding them. Once again she found herself questioning herself about what this guy was. As far as she was aware, not even programs like Tron or Rinzler were able to do anything like that, so seeing a user being able to do it surprised her greatly. "What...what was that?"

[lastknowniso-blog]

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