IC Contact: thisavrou

[notglitching]

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There's no greeting voice when your call goes to message—only a short period of static. Or is it whirring? Either way, it might not be the device causing the sound.


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Private; Audio - Backdated to after the Big Sister fight

[beautifulspaceraptor]

I know I'm probably the last person in the multi-verse that you want to hear from right now but...

But I want to apologize.

And... we need to talk. Because I don't want this to keep happening.

Private; Text

[notglitching]

[He'd been wondering if something like this would be coming. Apologies (excuses). Lies. Certainly, Rinzler can't begin to trust these words to be anything more. He should ignore the transmission. Leave it. Anything else is stupid, anything else is asking to be tricked or worse again.

...

He can't quite do that either.]

Why.

Private; Text

[beautifulspaceraptor]

[ Nihlus stares at the text for a long while, trying to sort through and find the right words. This was... so delicate. After everything that'd happened between them.

But it was necessary. More than ever now that they were in a place with a denser population than they had been on the Moira. ]

Because I don't want this to keep happening. I don't want to break your trust, but I will if it means making sure you kill another teenager.

That's what we need to talk about.

Private; Text 1/2

[notglitching]

[Break your trust. What does that mean? Attacking him? Stealing his code? Or changing it—changing him, to something incapable of causing problems. Something unable to harm any category of user that this one prefers.

Nihlus is a programmer. Nihlus is willing to cross lines to make sure of his objectives.

Nihlus went for his disk first.]

I won't let you.

Private; Text 2/2

[notglitching]

[It's too sharp. Too weak.]

I'll kill you first.

[Better.]

I LOVE HOW I CLICKED THE WRONG IC INBOX fuck me and my life

[warandpeace]

Rinzler. I wanted to check in on you.

[Confirm that he was still here. People keep leaving. It can't be helped. It's what happens. But he's not seen Rinzler in a while, and he's worried.]

[He supposes there's not been a lot of emergencies, his business now involves things Rinzler has no interest in and he lives where everything is chaotic and annoying and unpleasant for a program.]

[But still. He wants to just... make sure.]

ALL IS WELL, ESPECIALLY YOU

[notglitching]

[Rinzler doesn't have much interest in Miller's current choice of function. Or the noisy masses that make up his current home. Still, he's been by once or twice for his own checks. He knows roughly where Miller is. What he's up to.

It just hasn't occurred to the program that proper status-checking between allies might involve communication, rather than vaguely friendly creeping from the shadows. It still doesn't. Considering the current panic sweeping the system, he assumes the assessment is for a different purpose entirely.]

Functioning.

[Fine. It's what he'd told Clu (before his admin forced him to specifics), what he's been stubbornly insisting as the decontamination centers and assessment zones spring up. He doesn't trust these users to look through his code.

...though then again, there is a reason Miller might be worried.]

Your status?

[warandpeace]

Fine.

[His turn, this time with the actual word. He's pretty sure Rinzler knows what it means, but this time it's used without subterfuge. Miller is fine. Nothing drastic or extreme is currently happening in his life, hasn't for months (outside of persistent loss) and it's utterly bizarre for him.]

[There's this one point of apprehension, though.]

Are there any incidents of parasite spread where you are?

[Can Rinzler even get it? He suspects other people still can. He guesses Rinzler doesn't appreciate it.]

[He guesses he should be glad for Venom Snake talking him out of seeking medical treatment from the personel on the asteroid. Thanks to that, his dreams are clear.] I don't like it. [Not many people would.]

[notglitching]

[Rinzler shouldn't be able to 'get it'. Certainly he hadn't let those users touch his code. But Alan-one had, and his program had followed him to their system and back. He'd set foot on the asteroid, and that was enough, apparently, for something.

A dream. A glitch. Maybe that's all.

He stares dubiously at the one-word report. Warily at the query that follows. Does Miller know? If he doesn't, admitting to the fact could go badly—he doesn't trust this system, and has no intention of granting them the slightest access to his code.]

Residence: Sector One.
Multiple confirmed cases in proximity.

[Including his allies. Including his user. That he too doesn't like it, the program doesn't bother putting words to.]

TEXT; BACKDATED TO MORNING OF MAY 16TH (DAY 36)

[squadgoals]

Rinzler,

Effective immediately, I will be on a leave of extended absence. Length estimate at this time is a minimum of 45 consecutive days (during the current 100-day cycle).

You're permanently keyed in to my apartment. Use it at your own leisure, but please do not bring anyone who isn't also keyed in. (Currently: yourself, Nihlus, J.)

I know this is repetitive (as you already do it), but please keep an eye on Nihlus for me while I'm away. He means a great deal to me.

If you have any questions, let me know immediately, as I have limited TAB access time remaining.

Best,
Shepard

1/probably 3

[notglitching]

[Well. Glitch.

There's a beat of silence, but within seconds:]

Status?

2/3?

[notglitching]

[Limited access. All the questions:]

Assistance required?
Nihlus, additional allies: informed?
Confirm fault: sysadmins?

3/3! HA

[notglitching]

[For a moment it looks like he's done. Then—]

Provide ID verification.

TEXT -> VIDEO

[squadgoals]

[She's mid-way typing up another reply when her TAB starts exploding with Rinzler replies. For the first one, she keeps typing — for the next few, she finally sighs, concedes, and swipes up to his window.]

I'm fine.

No assistance required, but I appreciate the offer.

Everyone who's on the books at Normandy Securities has been told, as has the Aquarium staff. Nihlus is next on the list.

Yes, I'm with the mediators.

[There's a pause in replies, briefly perplexed by "ID verification" — then shrugs, flipping over to video, her expression calm, but worn around the edges.]

This enough?

video + text;

[notglitching]

[The data reads as rote dismissal. The video feed isn't the proof he'd expected—or anything he thought she'd be allowed. Still, it doesn't seem to be a trick. No guarantee she isn't being forced, or that this isn't monitored... but it's not someone else typing out the words.

After a moment, the video feed returns. There's a wary cling of tension to the program's frame, unease approaching combat threat, but with no outlet to apply it. He doesn't like this. Not at all.

He nods.]

Violation?

text;

[prorenataa]

I need to talk to you. Not over the network. At the orchard.

text; very encrypted -> action

[notglitching]

[...]

Acknowledged.

[Nothing else. Because why would anything else be needed? Having lost his batons, Rinzler won't arrive quite as fast as usual, but he'll still make his approach within the hour.]

action

[prorenataa]

[ The house is dark and quiet for the most part, yet when Rinzler gets close enough the door to the clinic opens in an obvious invite.

Upon entering, Rinzler will find the doctor in his clinic. Here he has his generator running and a few lights on inside the space that resembles the Moira's med bay with it's equipment and layout.

The doctor himself is sitting at a counter, reviewing notes. Courser is laying just off to the side, looking indolent if someone didn't know him better. There is an alert cast to his colorful ears and his eyes are already tracking the program's movements even before Rinzler appears in the doorway. ]

Good evening. [ The doctor remarked, without looking up. ] Or maybe it's morning by now.

action

[notglitching]

[Rinzler moves quietly, but makes no effort to mask his lights or damp his noise as he draws closer. He isn't trying to go unobserved. The dark helmet does a quick turn around the room as he enters, scans searching for any unobserved threats and taking in the factors he does know. Courser. Adrien. The former gets a slight nod in acknowledgement as he steps toward the counter: not directly behind Adrien, but in visible periphery off to one side.

He wants a look at those notes.

As Adrien's not looking his way, Rinzler doesn't see much point in replying to the greeting. Still, when the user does look up, the enforcer's mask will slant: a pointed, silent inquiry.

Purpose?]

text - sent 7/23

[pleasereset]

[Asriel's had a very rough revival. Not only did he die while dealing with Chara's shadow, but the moment he came back he had his own and Mettaton's to deal with too. It almost resulted in him losing his robot best friend by the end of it.

But after Asriel's had some time to mentally and physically recover, he starts to reach out to the people he knows would be concerned about him going missing.]

howdy rinzler

i'm back

are you okay?

text; encrypted

[notglitching]

[There's no delay. Also no answers, but no delay.]

Status?

text; encrypted

[pleasereset]

[As quick as Rinzler's response is, it takes a few seconds long for Asriel to answer back.]

alive... i think

[... That's seriously the best way he can describe himself right now.]

i had to deal with chara's shadow,
my shadow, and mettaton's shadow

text; encrypted - early Feb 12th

[gridfather]

[ Their last one on one encounter hadn't gone well, and Flynn knows this very well might go a similar route. Still, he's not shackled to his pride, and there's freedom--and peace, even--to be found in accepting that everything but himself is out of his control. Rinzler will do what he feels is best for himself in turn- and there's no fault to be found in that.

The most polite thing he can do now is to be direct. ]

Rinzler, I have extra mission details and some equipment I'd like you to have.

all the text and all the encrypted

[notglitching]

[What users say can't be trusted. What users give, even more so. Rinzler stares at the ID that pops up on his ACE in immediate suspicion. He doesn't need anything $flynn might give. And mission details?

...this had better not be a waste of time.]

Clarify.

text; encrypted

[gridfather]

[ Well, he responded. He'll take that. ]

Recent updates to the map, the rest of our Cerebro findings, and batteries for the trip.

[ And before Rinzler can say no, ]

Alan is going with you. We both have a common interest in seeing him through this safely. What I'm offering will help you help him. Do you mind if we shelve the discord until this is over?