abraxasvirus

[abraxasvirus]

Abraxas followed along, purposefully hovering just a little too close to use his height against her, and generally to be annoying. He even considered calling a few of his infected to join them, then decided against it. It would be for intimidation, nothing more, and he didn’t feel he needed it... yet.  Something she’d said earlier was still circling in his head, though. if you somehow manage, then I can probably reverse it.  Reverse it. That was new.  He stiffened when another program appeared, tensing in case it became necessary to attack. But she shooed them away just as quickly, gathering the datapad instead.  Whatever she was up to didn’t concern him, and he didn’t really listen to the words. He was still... distracted. 

Rumors [Open]

It was not often the virus wandered into the city alone.

Usually he was accompanied by a number of his infected; they were a group of shadows, monsters appearing in the late cycles to make programs mysteriously disappear. But lately he tired of their company; they were base, mindless creatures, animals at best… And while he shared their tendencies he was not like them.

So Abraxas came to be crouched on a rooftop alone, idly flicking stray voxels from his fingers and onto the street below. They were the remains of some poor basic that had strayed out past curfew, and into an alley that was just dark enough. Her deresolution had been surprisingly swift; he did not intend to take back any new infected tonight.

Just as another cube hit the ground below with a tiny, almost imperceptible clink, a group of sentry rounded the corner; and Abraxas immediately turned to duck out of sight, leaping down the other side of the building to land in the opposite alley.

He would have preferred to derez the lot of them (and oh so easily could), but he was not yet so far gone that he forgot the importance of being subtle. Clu was either unaware of his continued presence in the system, or graciously allowing it as long as Abraxas… behaved. Whispers, rumors among the basics of a virus in the system instilled fear; reinforced the need for the admin’s protection.

The virus growled under his breath; the vague voices in his head whispered this was most likely the case; even now he was only a tool. But just as the growl passed his lips he heard it; footsteps on the still damp pavement from the recent energy rain - and he whirled around to meet whoever had been unfortunate enough to wander into him.

[abraxasvirus]

sassy ass piece of shit (love him)

[abraxasvirus]

finally got around to watching a playthrough of tron: evolution the other day and all i can think is JALEN OH NOOOOOO

(the jalen is based on @3-inch-sam ‘s redesign of him!)

(May 2021)

[abraxasvirus]

i’m working on a fic that’s basically a jalen lives post-evo au and abraxas kinda just. sits in jalen’s programming à la venom and eddie,,, so here’s this inspired by that?

[abraxasvirus]

Seemed he wasn’t the only mess Clu had created. The admin left only disaster and ruin in his wake, and one cycle it would catch up to him.  Abraxas hoped he’d be there when it did.  He didn’t need energy. But he moved to follow this mysterious program anyway, out of curiosity more than anything else. She knew things, but couldn’t read him nearly as well as she thought. That might prove useful. 

Rumors [Open]

It was not often the virus wandered into the city alone.

Usually he was accompanied by a number of his infected; they were a group of shadows, monsters appearing in the late cycles to make programs mysteriously disappear. But lately he tired of their company; they were base, mindless creatures, animals at best… And while he shared their tendencies he was not like them.

So Abraxas came to be crouched on a rooftop alone, idly flicking stray voxels from his fingers and onto the street below. They were the remains of some poor basic that had strayed out past curfew, and into an alley that was just dark enough. Her deresolution had been surprisingly swift; he did not intend to take back any new infected tonight.

Just as another cube hit the ground below with a tiny, almost imperceptible clink, a group of sentry rounded the corner; and Abraxas immediately turned to duck out of sight, leaping down the other side of the building to land in the opposite alley.

He would have preferred to derez the lot of them (and oh so easily could), but he was not yet so far gone that he forgot the importance of being subtle. Clu was either unaware of his continued presence in the system, or graciously allowing it as long as Abraxas… behaved. Whispers, rumors among the basics of a virus in the system instilled fear; reinforced the need for the admin’s protection.

The virus growled under his breath; the vague voices in his head whispered this was most likely the case; even now he was only a tool. But just as the growl passed his lips he heard it; footsteps on the still damp pavement from the recent energy rain - and he whirled around to meet whoever had been unfortunate enough to wander into him.

[abraxasvirus]

Abraxas noticeably flinched at ‘Jalen’, his posture tensing. Very few programs knew... that name.  “... hE knOWs?” the virus whispered, hung on that one detail of her rant. She knew... far too much, far more than your average program. Everyone who knew that name was supposed to be dead.  Of course he’d suspected that Clu knew he was still alive. Been thinking about it a few micros ago, even. But having the confirmation still stung. That he was still the admin’s plaything, even now. 

Rumors [Open]

It was not often the virus wandered into the city alone.

Usually he was accompanied by a number of his infected; they were a group of shadows, monsters appearing in the late cycles to make programs mysteriously disappear. But lately he tired of their company; they were base, mindless creatures, animals at best… And while he shared their tendencies he was not like them.

So Abraxas came to be crouched on a rooftop alone, idly flicking stray voxels from his fingers and onto the street below. They were the remains of some poor basic that had strayed out past curfew, and into an alley that was just dark enough. Her deresolution had been surprisingly swift; he did not intend to take back any new infected tonight.

Just as another cube hit the ground below with a tiny, almost imperceptible clink, a group of sentry rounded the corner; and Abraxas immediately turned to duck out of sight, leaping down the other side of the building to land in the opposite alley.

He would have preferred to derez the lot of them (and oh so easily could), but he was not yet so far gone that he forgot the importance of being subtle. Clu was either unaware of his continued presence in the system, or graciously allowing it as long as Abraxas… behaved. Whispers, rumors among the basics of a virus in the system instilled fear; reinforced the need for the admin’s protection.

The virus growled under his breath; the vague voices in his head whispered this was most likely the case; even now he was only a tool. But just as the growl passed his lips he heard it; footsteps on the still damp pavement from the recent energy rain - and he whirled around to meet whoever had been unfortunate enough to wander into him.

[abraxasvirus]

Knock knock🥰

[abraxasvirus]

The program’s lack of fear was confusing, but entertaining. More entertaining than the running and screaming he was usually faced with, anyway, though it might have been fun to rip her limb from limb just to prove her wrong. “ReALLy?” He huffed, completely ignoring the rest of her questioning. He didn’t have to answer to her; only to Clu. “yoU kNOW mE, prOGrAM?” 

Rumors [Open]

It was not often the virus wandered into the city alone.

Usually he was accompanied by a number of his infected; they were a group of shadows, monsters appearing in the late cycles to make programs mysteriously disappear. But lately he tired of their company; they were base, mindless creatures, animals at best… And while he shared their tendencies he was not like them.

So Abraxas came to be crouched on a rooftop alone, idly flicking stray voxels from his fingers and onto the street below. They were the remains of some poor basic that had strayed out past curfew, and into an alley that was just dark enough. Her deresolution had been surprisingly swift; he did not intend to take back any new infected tonight.

Just as another cube hit the ground below with a tiny, almost imperceptible clink, a group of sentry rounded the corner; and Abraxas immediately turned to duck out of sight, leaping down the other side of the building to land in the opposite alley.

He would have preferred to derez the lot of them (and oh so easily could), but he was not yet so far gone that he forgot the importance of being subtle. Clu was either unaware of his continued presence in the system, or graciously allowing it as long as Abraxas… behaved. Whispers, rumors among the basics of a virus in the system instilled fear; reinforced the need for the admin’s protection.

The virus growled under his breath; the vague voices in his head whispered this was most likely the case; even now he was only a tool. But just as the growl passed his lips he heard it; footsteps on the still damp pavement from the recent energy rain - and he whirled around to meet whoever had been unfortunate enough to wander into him.

[abraxasvirus]

Abraxas laughed at ‘fight dirty’, the sound cold and broken. “WiLL yOU? Don’T tEMpT mE.” A fight might be fun. He was not afraid of any program - except perhaps Clu, and even then death at the admin’s hands did not frighten him. It was what else he might do.

Rumors [Open]

It was not often the virus wandered into the city alone.

Usually he was accompanied by a number of his infected; they were a group of shadows, monsters appearing in the late cycles to make programs mysteriously disappear. But lately he tired of their company; they were base, mindless creatures, animals at best… And while he shared their tendencies he was not like them.

So Abraxas came to be crouched on a rooftop alone, idly flicking stray voxels from his fingers and onto the street below. They were the remains of some poor basic that had strayed out past curfew, and into an alley that was just dark enough. Her deresolution had been surprisingly swift; he did not intend to take back any new infected tonight.

Just as another cube hit the ground below with a tiny, almost imperceptible clink, a group of sentry rounded the corner; and Abraxas immediately turned to duck out of sight, leaping down the other side of the building to land in the opposite alley.

He would have preferred to derez the lot of them (and oh so easily could), but he was not yet so far gone that he forgot the importance of being subtle. Clu was either unaware of his continued presence in the system, or graciously allowing it as long as Abraxas… behaved. Whispers, rumors among the basics of a virus in the system instilled fear; reinforced the need for the admin’s protection.

The virus growled under his breath; the vague voices in his head whispered this was most likely the case; even now he was only a tool. But just as the growl passed his lips he heard it; footsteps on the still damp pavement from the recent energy rain - and he whirled around to meet whoever had been unfortunate enough to wander into him.

[abraxasvirus]

Rumors [Open]

It was not often the virus wandered into the city alone.

Usually he was accompanied by a number of his infected; they were a group of shadows, monsters appearing in the late cycles to make programs mysteriously disappear. But lately he tired of their company; they were base, mindless creatures, animals at best… And while he shared their tendencies he was not like them.

So Abraxas came to be crouched on a rooftop alone, idly flicking stray voxels from his fingers and onto the street below. They were the remains of some poor basic that had strayed out past curfew, and into an alley that was just dark enough. Her deresolution had been surprisingly swift; he did not intend to take back any new infected tonight.

Just as another cube hit the ground below with a tiny, almost imperceptible clink, a group of sentry rounded the corner; and Abraxas immediately turned to duck out of sight, leaping down the other side of the building to land in the opposite alley.

He would have preferred to derez the lot of them (and oh so easily could), but he was not yet so far gone that he forgot the importance of being subtle. Clu was either unaware of his continued presence in the system, or graciously allowing it as long as Abraxas… behaved. Whispers, rumors among the basics of a virus in the system instilled fear; reinforced the need for the admin’s protection.

The virus growled under his breath; the vague voices in his head whispered this was most likely the case; even now he was only a tool. But just as the growl passed his lips he heard it; footsteps on the still damp pavement from the recent energy rain - and he whirled around to meet whoever had been unfortunate enough to wander into him.

[abraxasvirus]

[*blows a kiss to @isoradia * Radia if you’re out there I miss you and always wondered what happened to you] 

[abraxasvirus]

[we are going to finally have the real thing, lads. nine years later Clu I miss you my dude] 

[So despite my lack of proper costume we had fun

Imagine if I’d had it though UGHHH

Clu 2.0 by firstclu/immortalspark

Hoodie Abraxas is moi]

[abraxasvirus]

[EIGHT YEARS LATER I’m gonna have my goddamn Abraxas cloak my dudes. Commissioned a professional to make it for me and it has a turnaround of a year and was a large amount of money but FINALLY. FINALLY. this time next year I will have it.  I still don’t know why expositionfairy did me dirty like this and it still haunts me all this time later. like. what . happened. But y’know. o.e]

[I’m so upset right now ugh it’s 5 am and I can’t sleep I’m so upset.

Today the con begins and I don’t have a costume :c I’d commissioned the cloak portion from an artist here on tumblr and despite multiple reassurances it’d be here in time for the con, it is not.

I don’t know what happened… I like to think maybe the USPS mail airplane crashed on a deserted island and maybe some survivor is using it as a sail on his boat that is definitely not what happened but it sounds more epic than ‘the artist forgot to send it’. .-.

I don’t know I’m just so upset. six months of planning, Clu1-mun’s expensive plane ticket to fly down here and cosplay with me, the expensive pass to the con which I’m not even sure I want to attend without a costume (idk… maybe I’ll wear my virus hoodie and rig some EL into the hood so I at least can rock the rave)

I just ugh why

why ruin my life I’d been looking forward to being virus at this con for half a year whyyyy

showing up today in my hoodie is just going to be a thousand percent depressing someone help me]

[abraxasvirus]

Did I pick the best or worst time to stick my head back into the Tron fandom? jurys out

[abraxasvirus]

"Abraxas? This development was highly improbable."

"waS iT?" Abraxas hissed, irritated by the program's straightforward analysis of his continued existence. His tone could almost be considered sarcastic, but it was difficult to tell underneath all the distortion.

It wasn't often he wandered into the city. Only when he was truly starved for some entertainment, and it didn't bother him to be caught. There was no program that could destroy him, save for CLU, and he either way he was not afraid.

[abraxasvirus]

‘Riley’ [Solo Drabble]

[ooc: I don’t think I ever named the First Infected back in the day - thought I should.] 

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"EnOUgh, littLE oNE." Abraxas whispered, shooing the hands of his first infected away. It was trying to feed him energy, keep his deterioration at bay. 

It need not bother. Clu hadn't planned on him even living this long, hadn't built him to last. His broken code was finally falling apart, and there was nothing his infected could do about it, nor did he want them to. 

They would try anyway, though. That was just their nature. They were a part of him, in a way, and they didn't want to die. 

But he did. He wasn't afraid of the end. 

The pained whine from the infected as he pushed it away tugged at something buried deep within him, though, the pathetic little sob that ripped from its throat impossible to ignore. Abraxas sighed, reached up to gently touch its cheek with the backs of his fingers. 

This one was special. Any other infected and he would have simply shoved them away. But this one…

It knew him, better than any of the others. They knew each other. It had been the first - Clu had pulled a poor innocent program off the streets and used him to test Abraxas's power, make sure he could do what was intended long before he was set loose on Radia's ceremony. 

So for a while, it had just been the two of them in their little hive mind, up until the ceremony. While Clu hid him away. 

He had been Abraxas's first company, in his misery. The first program to understand his pain. 

His disc had shattered when Abraxas infected him; he had no memory of his former life, and any memory he had now was contained on Abraxas's disc, shared between all of them. It was a cacophonous mess, now, with how many of them there were - but he still remembered this one, and the temporary peace and understanding that existed between them. 

Peace, understanding, caring, comfort. 

Maybe even love, if they were capable of that sort of thing anymore, twisted as they all were. 

The poor, pathetic thing continued to cry, taking Abraxas's hand in his as he leaned into that touch, another desperate sound leaving him.

"... Riley." Abraxas whispered softly, managing to keep his voice from breaking on the name. 

He'd seen this one's memory, briefly, before he destroyed his disc, and he knew that to be his name. But he'd never used it before; he didn't call any of them by name, and even the infected didn't know it. But its crying stopped immediately, some sort of recognition in its eyes. 

"It's aLRight." 

His strength was fading as he cupped the infected's face gently in his hands, drawing it closer until he pulled it into a kiss. It was brief, because he was fading, but it effectively silenced his sad little cries, and that was the last thing he wanted to know. 

"It's aLRight, my LiTTLE oNe…." He whispered again as they parted, his touch falling away as he weakened too much. 

Riley was silent, and Abraxas closed his eyes as his world narrowed to just the feeling of the infected touching him, and then… 

Finally, nothing. 

[abraxasvirus]

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