Mirroring complete. Disc activated and syncronized, proceed to games
Mirroring complete. Disc activated and syncronized, proceed to games
“well… About me being on the Grid well… Sam wanted me to check on the Grid after CLU’s defeat and upgrade the system.” Quorra fiddled with her thumbs and asked “can we talk in a more private area?” she looked around at all the programs around her, she still didn’t trust the other programs.The End of Line club wasn’t anything like it used to be. There were still a few glitches in certain corners of the room, which he made sure to block off. However, he was never one to let his guests go unentertained. He chatted up the local programs and offered free refills to those that were charming enough. The music was pumping and there were even a few Sirens dancing. It wasn’t as fantastic, but it would do for now.
It was always a natural habit to advert his eyes towards the door whenever someone came up in the elevator. When he saw the bright blue eyes of the last iso, he nearly froze in place. He figured she was there to arrest him- or even worse, derezz him…but he didn’t see the son of their maker with her. Why was she here?
“Well, well, well!” His playful voice boomed out as he made his way towards her. “Long time…” The glowing cane tapped against the floor, perhaps louder than it usually did. Nowadays, he used it more for it’s purpose than as a fashion statement, but he tried not to let on to that. “No-…see.”
Quorra looked over at the program approaching her. She tensed up, not sure how to react to him. “Hello Zuse” she said stifly, trying not to break their eye contact. Anger overwhelmed herself, anger at him, herself, and CLU; before she could think properly, she lifted her hand, slapping it across Zuse’s face, regretting it moments after. A few programs around them giggled and muttered amongst eachother. Quorra gasped, placing her hands over her mouth “I…I am so sorry” Quorra said softly, gently rubbing his cheek. Before the Purge, the two were in love, no doubt about it. They did literally everything together from watching the Grid Games to lounging at Zuse’s old club. After CLU started taking over, they two slowly drifted apart, only because Kevin Flynn stopped trusting any program, he kept the ISOs away from them, until Quorra was the last alive.
Heavens, she had power behind her hand. He wondered if her palm stung from the contact. His head hung to the side, chuckling, as he recovered from the blow. Zuse turned his face back to the girl and smiled charmingly.
“No, no. I deserved that. Truly, I did.” Gingerly, he removed her hand from his face by the wrist. “Praytell, Quorra…why are you here?”
It was curious. Why would she apologize after punishing him for what he did wrong? It was very justified to hit him.
Quorra decided it would be better to revisit the Grid alone. Sam agreed, staying back in the arcade, doing upgrades and programming to the system, hoping to never let a CLU ‘situation’ ever happen again. A lot has changed since she last had visited the Grid. Instead of the streets being cleared of programs, the programs roamed freely on the streets; the stores and energy bars were all opened, packed with programs.
There was one club that Quorra found interest in, maybe she could find some old program friends and mingle with them.
The End of Line club wasn’t anything like it used to be. There were still a few glitches in certain corners of the room, which he made sure to block off. However, he was never one to let his guests go unentertained. He chatted up the local programs and offered free refills to those that were charming enough. The music was pumping and there were even a few Sirens dancing. It wasn’t as fantastic, but it would do for now.
It was always a natural habit to advert his eyes towards the door whenever someone came up in the elevator. When he saw the bright blue eyes of the last iso, he nearly froze in place. He figured she was there to arrest him- or even worse, derezz him…but he didn’t see the son of their maker with her. Why was she here?
“Well, well, well!” His playful voice boomed out as he made his way towards her. “Long time…” The glowing cane tapped against the floor, perhaps louder than it usually did. Nowadays, he used it more for it’s purpose than as a fashion statement, but he tried not to let on to that. “No-…see.”
Quorra looked over at the program approaching her. She tensed up, not sure how to react to him. “Hello Zuse” she said stifly, trying not to break their eye contact. Anger overwhelmed herself, anger at him, herself, and CLU; before she could think properly, she lifted her hand, slapping it across Zuse’s face, regretting it moments after. A few programs around them giggled and muttered amongst eachother. Quorra gasped, placing her hands over her mouth “I…I am so sorry” Quorra said softly, gently rubbing his cheek. Before the Purge, the two were in love, no doubt about it. They did literally everything together from watching the Grid Games to lounging at Zuse’s old club. After CLU started taking over, they two slowly drifted apart, only because Kevin Flynn stopped trusting any program, he kept the ISOs away from them, until Quorra was the last alive.
Quorra decided it would be better to revisit the Grid alone. Sam agreed, staying back in the arcade, doing upgrades and programming to the system, hoping to never let a CLU ‘situation’ ever happen again. A lot has changed since she last had visited the Grid. Instead of the streets being cleared of programs, the programs roamed freely on the streets; the stores and energy bars were all opened, packed with programs.
There was one club that Quorra found interest in, maybe she could find some old program friends and mingle with them.
