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[hacktuarial]

@mauscleum asked: "where did you come from ?" -Jake

question prompts // accepting

He had to laugh as he dropped down from the ledge he was traversing to stand beside Jake. "Thought you said you could always see me coming from a mile away?" True, certainly, in the darker pockets of the realm -- where the bright lines of his suit cut starkly through the fog. He'd taken to wearing a borrowed jacket in most trials just to be a little less conspicuous.

But not here.

Now it was the other survivor who looked out of place, a contrast to how at ease he normally seemed slinking through the fog. Ram blended easily with the landscape highlighted in blue-white accents. For as warped and dilapidated as this version of the Grid was, he still looked -- and felt -- like he belonged here. Jake, though, hardly seemed comfortable. The approximation of circuitry lining his figure shone a bold yellow, drawing attention he usually tried to avoid. Not exactly friendly colors in Flynn's system, though it was closer in shade to the marks of a hacking program than an Administrator gone rogue. Fitting, Ram thought as he looked Jake up and down. He wondered idly if the Entity put any thought into the survivor's circuitry or if the choices were random.

"Do you want a tour, or am I supposed to let you wander around on your own to prove a point?" Their brief interactions thus far had been tepidly amicable at best, but Ram was never one to write someone off based on first impressions alone. And besides that, he wasn't about to leave anyone to struggle. "The rules are a little different here."

[hacktuarial]

@smugliar asked: are you new around here ?

question prompts // accepting

"I could ask you the same thing."

Of the two of them, it isn't Ram that looks out of place. He just feels out of place. Visually, he could believe that he's still on Flynn's Grid -- just a sector he's never seen before. Or that whatever happened out past the Sea fundamentally altered the place somehow. Because it's all recognizable as much as it isn't. The streets and the buildings are all similar to what he's familiar with, close enough to pass for the heart of the Grid's city center. Except it's all so quiet. There's no energy humming below his feet, no signatures of programs he can sense out there in the darkness that's just a touch too dark for standard.

He doesn't recognize this stranger. Not that he expects to recognize every program on the Grid, but... He just seems different. Ram doesn't often doubt his hunches, because they've served him well this far into his runtime. Something is definitely wrong here, and it's a kind of wrong that entirely unfamiliar. He's itching to reach for his disc, but refrains -- there's no telling how the stranger might react, and fighting the only other person he's come across won't give him any answers.

"You're not a program, are you?" A fragment of his uncertainty matches the suspicion he'd felt meeting Flynn for the first time. That isn't a very reassuring thing. "What system is this?" It's nothing like any of the ones he's encountered before.