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Things had vastly improved since CLU had been destroyed. The only programs that would disagree would be ones that still remained loyal to him even now. However, that's not to say that there weren't still issues.

"You know what happens to a program when they lose their disc, right?" The system monitor asked Sam Flynn. 

[isoquorra]

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       ❝ Can we see a movie ? ❞

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In a Time of War

In a time of war there was no place for grief. A soldier died in combat and the only thing to do was to keep marching forward. Too few Pilots, too many Kaiju. Send condolences to parents that had already lost two children to the Program, hold a funeral honoring the memory of the fallen, bury the brother that was the other half of your life, and find another Co-Pilot because war didn't stop when a good man was lost. She didn't cry at the funeral, she remembered that. Truth be told, she hadn't cried once since he'd been killed. They'd found her, hours after the attack, in the ruins of Obsidian Reaper with his head in her lap. Her hands had been gentle as she stroked his hair but her eyes dry and unseeing as she stared into something she could not remember. She knew what they whispered about her behind her back when she stalked through the Shatterdome but it didn't matter. This was war.

For the first time in over an hour she paused with a flutter of alarm as she realized that the athletic tape binding her hands had become stained with red. Veata stood in place, her body quaking with a physical exertion not felt by her mind, and for a breath that felt a lifetime she stared as red blossomed against the backdrop of sullied white. Blood. He had been bleeding, hadn't he? She remembered how it had traced his hairline and pooled in her lap. Her suit had been stained with it and no amount of scrubbing had taken away the stains. They'd outfitted her for an entirely new one. What had happened to that first suit: had they locked it away or given it to another younger recruit? She'd never thought to ask.

With a sigh she closed her fists, numb to the pain that she knew seized the muscles, and stepped away from the punching bag. She sank onto one of the nearby benches and pulled out one of the smaller first aid kits kept beneath them. Though only minutes had passed since her body had withdrawn from the vigorous exercise Veata could already feel her hands begin to stiffen as she unravelled first one and then the other. She stared at the bloodied and raw flesh for a moment, watch as they pulsed with head, and knew that come the next day they would ache something terrible. In this moment though she did not feel anything but the slightest of tingles as, with a sigh, she set about cleaning and bandaging herself. 

It was in this state that she heard several set of shoes interrupt the otherwise silent workout room. Not many people bothered to use the facility at such a late hour. She knew without looking the man that approached her and when his freshly shined shoes stepped into view she knew herself to be right. Still she did not pause in binding her hands in fresh bandages until a throat cleared and her name was spoken a heartbeat later. "Miss Pearson." A single pause before she finally lifted her head from her now bandaged hands. Her features were smooth, a blank mask, as she stood to attention. "I've brought somebody that I'd like you to meet." Tall, blond hair, blue eyes, well-built, male, stranger: her new Co-Pilot.

[abraxasvirus]

Distraction [Closed - sxmflynn] Userworld!AU

Normally Abraxas would have stayed 'home'. Quorra would keep an eye on him when she wasn't busy and he got his blessed peace and quiet during the day.

But after recent... incidents they no longer trusted him alone. Apparently he had to be 'supervised' which was just a fancy way of saying he needed a babysitter. So for the time being he had been dragged just short of 'kicking and screaming' along with Sam; to the user's work at Encom.

He was just sad they hadn't taken Sam's motorcycle; he would have enjoyed the user's discomfort.

But either way the former virus came to be milling around in Sam's office, staring at the tiny objects on the shelf in the corner. Sam was eyeing him warily; clearly he prized these objects and didn't want them touched... which only encouraged Abraxas to reach up and lift one of the figures from its perch, turning it over in his hands.

His finger brushed the button on the side, illuminating the tiny T on its chest - and with a disdainful sneer Abraxas put it back.

He lifted the toy lightcycle next; looking over his shoulder at Sam as he did so, mostly to gauge the user's reaction. "What am I doing to do?" He asked flatly, carelessly tossing the lightcycle in the air and catching it without looking. "While you work."