One thing ive learned in life...bad ideas make good stories.

[nomoremrniceguy]

[Ram's not exactly looking like his usual self. It's not just the suit color and circuits what seems the be all wrong, but his general demeanor.]

If you're expecting any sort of gratitude for this you will die waiting, user.

This is just something else to add to your long list of bad decisions.

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[ja307020]

[Have a very bemused Tron, Ram. Yellow is a new color for you.

He's certainly not going to disagree with your railing considering he has his own very long list of things he'd like to stab his mun in the face about that just keeps getting longer.. but... but...

What happen? :c]

Ram?

[The helmet tilts inquiringly.]

All right?

((squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee))

[nomoremrniceguy]

[Didn't you hear Tron? Yellow is the new black, all the cool kids are wearing it..]

[Dman those muses and their really bad, bad decisions.]

[Ram narrows his eyes at the other program, studying it for a long moment. When he speaks it comes out as very a flat tone. The lack of emotion and warmness in his voice is probably why it makes a simple word so creepy sounding when it comes from Ram.] Tron.

[He should probably reply to that question, shouldn't he?] Oh, all is just peachy. I'm better than I've ever been.

((>w<♥))

[ja307020]

[Ram must know some cooler kids than Tron. Because most of the yellow-marked programs he knows are all viruses or megalomaniacal dictators. Ram is too smart to bother with megalomaniacal dictatorship last Tron checked.

His name that flat from Ram gets a wince from Tron, a visible little flinch-back from the helmet. But honestly, he's been a little shocked that he doesn't get that reaction more often.]

Users often idiots. Danger?

[The last syllable rolls off into a low growl. Mun-Users are the worst about flinging programs into danger.]

[nomoremrniceguy]

[You forgot the hackers, but yeah...being a megalomaniacal dictator would imply that he gives a crap about something or someone else than him. Not the case anymore. Life is hard when you are redefining your own purpose.]

[Ram would be lying if he say that the reaction didn't please him. He thinks Tron should have regrets, he has many things to be sorry for. Like, you know, abandoning your friends when they are in need.]

Danger...? [He takes a step closer to the other program. There was something strange, not just the fact he was wearing a helmet and a matching suit. Ram doesn't let his curiosity show in his face, instead he smirks.]

Affirmative. I would say that danger is quite imminent. [For who, that's yet to be decided.]

[ja307020]

[The point of being a hacker is to not get caught by security, so Tron hasn't met many of those guys.

He tsks in disgust at the notion of imminent danger.]

Typical.

[Have more headtilt in silent invitation to go on. There is a lot that is probably strange about Tron compared to his existence before Clu's coup. The growl is just one of the more obvious bits. Getting reprogrammed with extreme prejudice will do that.]

[fuckingoddess]

[ bad circuits? not that she can tell ] The real question is...are you her worst decision?

[nomoremrniceguy]

He's not sure yet. [Ram smirks, it's not nice.] Why should I tell her and ruin the surprise?

[fuckingoddess]

Ha. You're nothing special.

[nomoremrniceguy]

I never claimed to be.

[fuckingoddess]

Glad we got that settled.

[heyalanhey]

[...knows that body language, yeah. doesn't have those moods often, but when he does, they're no fun.]

[nomoremrniceguy]

[No, they're are not fun at all. He takes that after his papa too. But he set it up to eleven now that he is, in lack of a better word, different.]

[Ram's also not very happy to see someone else sporting his face, because that can only mean one thing.]Well look at that...Speak of the devil, as you Users say.

[heyalanhey]

Ram. [that face is the opposite of happy. and knowing what most of the programs went through on most of the Grids he's heard about so far, he hates to imagine what this one must have endured to get to this point.]

What's wrong?

[nomoremrniceguy]

Where do I start. [So much bitterness in his voice.]Shouldn't you know? You are an User. You are supposed to take responsibility for your creations.

[heyalanhey]

...

I took all the responsibility I could. [wrote you as well as he knew how, gave you every tool he could think of to be the best at what you do... let you go when it was time.] Users aren't omnipotent, Ram. We can't be everywhere all the time, even if we wish we could. And we can't know everything. I'm sorry if that's disappointing.

[he really is.]

What happened?

[namesram]

[eyebrows cliiiiiiimb. because he can't possibly be hearing what he thinks he's hearing. can he?]

What, you'd rather still be dead?

[nomoremrniceguy]

[Oh yes, he is. And it will probably get worse, sorry ]

I rather haven't died on the first place. [A grunt, as he replies again in a low voice tinted with anger.] But I guess that asking them to take care of their own creations was hoping too much.

[namesram]

Wish I'd been that lucky. [wry] Taking care of things is what they need us for, remember?

[nomoremrniceguy]

Because they are too incompetent to do anything themselves. And yet, we weren't all that successful either, hm? How many of us did they create? How much they really cared?

[Ram cracks his neck, looking pretty much like an annoyed animal.] Was dying worth it for you?

[namesram]

No, because nobody's perfect. [impatient? yeah. 'they aren't good enough to be worth it' is the rationale Clu used to cull the Grid of programs who didn't meet his standards, so he's a little sensitive toward it.

doesn't bridle at the belligerent stance, but folds his arms and meets the look with a confidence he gained from surviving 1000 cycles of awfulness.]

Worth coming back and finding out Flynn kept his promise? Sure was.

You get Abax!Rinzler 'cause I want someone who'll (sorta) talk. -_-

[notglitching]

[Seems like a day for familiar faces in different colors. Hey, Ram. This program might look familiar.

At the moment, he's staring at you rather intently. There's a noise, too. A rumble, a repeated skipping sound like misaligned code.]

Niiiiiice

[nomoremrniceguy]

[Ram turns to face him because the noise caught his attention. He frowns immediately.] Look who's here.

[notglitching]

[Rinzler's frown matches. There's an uncertain edge to it, though. Not confusion, not quite, but... hesitation. Unease.

He knows you. But memory's harder.

The skipping growl ticks out faintly uneven as he produces a communicator, enters the command, and angles it for display.]

Identify.

[nomoremrniceguy]

You forgot. [Ram doesn't seems surprised but he does look a bit more irritated now.]

I guess I was right, I was this unimportant to you.

[notglitching]

[He forgot a lot of things.

And Rinzler doesn't like being reminded of it. There's no move for his disk, but the program takes a step forward, growl ticking out in low warning as his hunch shifts towards a predatory lean.

Answer. The. Question.]