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did you know that there's a tron rpg, and hey're looking for a kevin flynn

//Really? Huh. I'll check it out when I get back from PA.

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The Third Gif in your folder explains your sanity.

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Flynn bristled momentarily as he felt the princess's gaze boring into his back.

How long would he be able to keep up this charade? He knew that he wasn't really a knight. If he wanted to be really honest, he was just a computer genius that was really good at playing video games. Playing video games? Hell, he was good at designing the same games. That was what he wanted to find. He needed to get the proof that he did create Space Paranoids and Vice Squad, along with the three other games that Dillinger had claimed as his own.

He would be doomed the moment he was found out.

Kevin pushed those thoughts from his mind as he picked up on the noises. Louder and louder. Closer and closer. Soon, the noises would be on top of -- Shit, man!

An ambush.

Of course there would be an ambush.

Flynn reached for whatever was on his back, the tips of his fingers touching something that felt like a Frisbee. He grunted softly and pulled it off. He was moderately surprised when he saw that it was a Frisbee. What the hell? Okay, so this had gotten very interesting.

Would they hold their ground or would they run? It was only a matter of figuring out which option was safer.

Well, if there was a safer option.

Night [M!A/AU, Flynn/open/drabble]

Someplace safe. Of course. If her expression could have been more bitter, it would have at that very moment. That Admin… if Tron didn’t respect him so much, she would have resigned the position a long time ago in favor of working with the Guard once again. If she didn’t know better, she would have thought that he was trying to make her weaker just by her being in this position! The nerve of him…

However, she had no choice but to let this guard “escort” her. She attempted to look as content as possible, but Tron couldn’t help but to look sour. If this kept happening every time there was a crisis, then Tron would have be forced to give up her life of combat completely. That thought dominated her as the guard (who, now that she looked at him closer, she didn’t recognize at all…) led her out of the tower. She knew she could always rezz up her armor and interrogate him, but there would be a way of the Admin possibly finding out, and even the threat of her armor being removed from her coding. Still, she could always claim it was in self-defense, but Tron wasn’t sure how the Admin would like that.

She did things out of respect, not out of mutual like.

However, another reason she did not interrogate the guard was that the noises coming from the horizon were growing louder and louder. Tron’s ears perked, before she looked in that general direction to see…

“An ambush!” she yelled louder than she had intended. 

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He inwardly sighed. He didn't exactly like lying, but it wasn't something that he was new to. He had lied when he was younger. Unfortunately, he had lied to his parents more than he would have felt okay with. It was usually when his parents went off to work, but more after his father died.

The question immediately snapped him out of his thoughts and brought hm abruptly back to the more pressing matters that he needed to concern himself with.

"He did not tell me where," Flynn explained, "I was only instructed to take you to someplace safe."

Kevin could hear something in the distance. The sounds sent a shiver up his spine that he quickly cloaked. He wasn't used to do something like this. Frankly, this was beyond his purview of knowledge and skills. He couldn't fight. He could at least try to do something. He knew how to improvise. He had tried enough fighting games to where he was at least confident with his abilities.

Flynn paid no mind to the cool tone he was addressed in as he led the way out of the tower, being mindful of the noises as he did so. As long as he could pull this off, he was confident that he would be okay.

Well, he would be okay until he couldn't pull it off any longer.

Night [M!A/AU, Flynn/open/drabble]

“Your grace?”

A lieutenant made his way to the uppermost room of the tower, the one that had been formed from an unnaturally tall canyon wall. He was speaking to a fair woman sitting on a ledge on the opposite side of the chamber’s entrance. At the sound of her title, the woman turned her head at a slight angle so she could see the guest out of the corner of her eye.

“Darik,” she greeted warmly, the tight brown braid of hair swaying as she turned her head more fully to face him. “You have news from the Guard?”

Darik slowly nodded. “There are less and less I/O Towers being activated, especially with the growth of the MCP.” The Princess, dressed in several layers and shades of translucent capes (some of which created a long, thin train against the floor, especially the garments draped around each of her legs), turned to look out the window once more while Darik continued, “We think it might be a threat.”

Sure enough, there were very few glorious beams into infinity in the sky, which did its part to further illuminate the stars, but worried the Princess all the same.

“We were wondering if you would give the command to have the Guard interfere,” Darik concluded. “Before it gets too out of hand, I mean.”

Tron, sole heir to adminship and uncredited Commander of the Guard, meditated on this for several moments before finally replying, “Very well. I’ll issue the command by the end of the nanocycle. However, I cannot join you. By the admin’s commands, I must help him with reports.” As I have been doing for the past 100 microcycles, she added to herself. “He has me doing this until the end of the millicycle. I’ll be able to rejoin the Guard at that time.”

“I understand,” Darik replied, giving a deep bow. “The needs of the admin come first.”

“And of the Users,” Tron agreed, although sometimes she secretly wished it were just the Users involved and not the admin. The Users, it had been shown before her appointment as the admin’s second, had had better plans for her.

Darik left, and Tron waited alone patiently to be summoned by either the admin himself or someone sent by him to fetch her.

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Prompts help me get muse.

Prompts are very welcome.

... Guys, this is cue for you to go bother me in my ask box.

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Send me a "Notice me!" if I'm your sempai

Watch me get nothing

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I still need to do something for my 100+ followers. Taking suggestions, because I have absolutely no idea what to do.

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Flynn gently smiled at his secretary as the woman closed the door after his visitor had been shown in. He had been expecting a few different types of visitors in the next coming weeks as he had something big planned.

This woman, however, was not what he had been expecting.

He nodded once before he replied, "Yes I am." The CEO looked her over once. "Who are you?"

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ENCOM’s new CEO stood in front of one of the windows with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Kevin Flynn looked out over the city below and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He had done it. He had gotten his games back. He was going to turn ENCOM around and put it at the front of the digital revolution.

The phone on his desk rang, effectively snapping him out of his musings. The smile settled on his face as he made his way over to his desk. Kevin hoped that Jordan was calling. Several hours away from her was never something that he wanted to get used to. He picked up the phone and he frowned slightly.

It was his secretary.

He gently sighed as he listened to what his secretary said. “Send her in, then,” Flynn responded as he wondered what kind of visitor he was going to have.

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ENCOM's new CEO stood in front of one of the windows with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Kevin Flynn looked out over the city below and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He had done it. He had gotten his games back. He was going to turn ENCOM around and put it at the front of the digital revolution.

The phone on his desk rang, effectively snapping him out of his musings. The smile settled on his face as he made his way over to his desk. Kevin hoped that Jordan was calling. Several hours away from her was never something that he wanted to get used to. He picked up the phone and he frowned slightly.

It was his secretary.

He gently sighed as he listened to what his secretary said. "Send her in, then," Flynn responded as he wondered what kind of visitor he was going to have.

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Flynn stood ramrod straight as he heard the voice of the princess. Shit, he hadn't meant to get caught. He had only meant to get out of something that he hadn't even wanted to be a part of in the first place. His expression remained passive as his mind tried to come up with a valid assignment that he would have been given. Each possibility seemed more preposterous than the last, yet that really didn't surprise him. When had he ever had a solid plan when it didn't concern him? He pushed those thoughts from his mind as he finally settled on an explanation.

The User only hoped that his explanation would be plausible enough and not get him in any further trouble.

"My assignment is to escort Your Grace," he responded. "The admin wants you to be as protected as possible, hence my assignment as your escort."

Kevin had seen enough movies about knights and princesses when he was dating Lora to know that princesses needed to be protected. It seemed like the whole System needed to be protected if they were under the command and hold of Master Control. This had just given him more advantage to do what he felt that he had to do. When would he do what he had to? Would he even have the chance to do what he needed to?

Well, that was something to think about when the appropriate time came.

Flynn bowed and kept his head lowered as he waited for the princess's response. He only hoped that his story would be bought.

Night [M!A/AU, Flynn/open/drabble]

“Your grace?”

A lieutenant made his way to the uppermost room of the tower, the one that had been formed from an unnaturally tall canyon wall. He was speaking to a fair woman sitting on a ledge on the opposite side of the chamber’s entrance. At the sound of her title, the woman turned her head at a slight angle so she could see the guest out of the corner of her eye.

“Darik,” she greeted warmly, the tight brown braid of hair swaying as she turned her head more fully to face him. “You have news from the Guard?”

Darik slowly nodded. “There are less and less I/O Towers being activated, especially with the growth of the MCP.” The Princess, dressed in several layers and shades of translucent capes (some of which created a long, thin train against the floor, especially the garments draped around each of her legs), turned to look out the window once more while Darik continued, “We think it might be a threat.”

Sure enough, there were very few glorious beams into infinity in the sky, which did its part to further illuminate the stars, but worried the Princess all the same.

“We were wondering if you would give the command to have the Guard interfere,” Darik concluded. “Before it gets too out of hand, I mean.”

Tron, sole heir to adminship and uncredited Commander of the Guard, meditated on this for several moments before finally replying, “Very well. I’ll issue the command by the end of the nanocycle. However, I cannot join you. By the admin’s commands, I must help him with reports.” As I have been doing for the past 100 microcycles, she added to herself. “He has me doing this until the end of the millicycle. I’ll be able to rejoin the Guard at that time.”

“I understand,” Darik replied, giving a deep bow. “The needs of the admin come first.”

“And of the Users,” Tron agreed, although sometimes she secretly wished it were just the Users involved and not the admin. The Users, it had been shown before her appointment as the admin’s second, had had better plans for her.

Darik left, and Tron waited alone patiently to be summoned by either the admin himself or someone sent by him to fetch her.

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I have gone too long without this.

“Greetings, Programs!”

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I have gone too long without this.

"Greetings, Programs!"

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So, who the hell is this Kurt and why didn't anyone think to look for him after he went missing?

Kevin scratched his head and gave a light shrug. "I don't know anyone named Kurt, sorry." He then looked at the greyface. "Where was he last seen, though?"

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Flynn felt his chest tighten as he heard the voice of the princess. His gaze, along with that of every other Guard, was drawn up to the near top of the canyon-tower. She was almost everything he had expected, yet her voice held any authority that he hadn't quite expected.

Kevin schooled his features and listened to what she told them.

So, what he had thought were stars were actually connections to other Users. Was that what the screens at ENCOM looked like to Programs? Small dots of light that were visible yet unreachable? He glanced around to see that the rest of the Guard were nodding at her words. They had to stop whoever, or whatever, was responsible for the severing of the connections.

The User's thoughts took a sharp turn as he realized that he had just gotten himself embroiled in something that he hadn't intended to. All he wanted to do was retrieve the proof that he needed. If this was what it took, so be it.

He only hoped that it wouldn't take him as long as it was seeming to.

Battle? Nuh-uh. He hadn't signed up to get involved in any situation that would require a battle. Granted, he hadn't signed up for any of this, but going into battle? No, that was something he hadn't even considered. It was something that he hadn't ever found appealing.

Flynn watched as the other Guard readied their baton-like objects. Each started to run, and then they opened the baton. Figures, almost like horses, appeared below them. One by one, they all took off at a gallop. For the most part, they all headed in the same direction. Some splintered off to different areas, presumably to search for whatever was behind the connection issues.

He glanced around him and, seeing that he was alone, he darted toward the canyon-tower. Flynn let out a breath of air once he was inside and he looked around. As long as he didn't get found, everything was going to be okay. His blue-eyed gaze took in his surroundings and he rubbed the back of his neck.

How would he get to her?

Night [M!A/AU, Flynn/open/drabble]

“Your grace?”

A lieutenant made his way to the uppermost room of the tower, the one that had been formed from an unnaturally tall canyon wall. He was speaking to a fair woman sitting on a ledge on the opposite side of the chamber’s entrance. At the sound of her title, the woman turned her head at a slight angle so she could see the guest out of the corner of her eye.

“Darik,” she greeted warmly, the tight brown braid of hair swaying as she turned her head more fully to face him. “You have news from the Guard?”

Darik slowly nodded. “There are less and less I/O Towers being activated, especially with the growth of the MCP.” The Princess, dressed in several layers and shades of translucent capes (some of which created a long, thin train against the floor, especially the garments draped around each of her legs), turned to look out the window once more while Darik continued, “We think it might be a threat.”

Sure enough, there were very few glorious beams into infinity in the sky, which did its part to further illuminate the stars, but worried the Princess all the same.

“We were wondering if you would give the command to have the Guard interfere,” Darik concluded. “Before it gets too out of hand, I mean.”

Tron, sole heir to adminship and uncredited Commander of the Guard, meditated on this for several moments before finally replying, “Very well. I’ll issue the command by the end of the nanocycle. However, I cannot join you. By the admin’s commands, I must help him with reports.” As I have been doing for the past 100 microcycles, she added to herself. “He has me doing this until the end of the millicycle. I’ll be able to rejoin the Guard at that time.”

“I understand,” Darik replied, giving a deep bow. “The needs of the admin come first.”

“And of the Users,” Tron agreed, although sometimes she secretly wished it were just the Users involved and not the admin. The Users, it had been shown before her appointment as the admin’s second, had had better plans for her.

Darik left, and Tron waited alone patiently to be summoned by either the admin himself or someone sent by him to fetch her.

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ooc;

ah, it feels so good to get back into the swing of posting on here.

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Flynn looked around the darkened landscape and a soft look of concern found its place on his features. Had this been the cost for his trying to get back what was his in the first place? He shook his head and paused for a moment. There was an unfamiliar weight on his head, yet it wasn't oppressive by any means.

The User darted out of the shadows and found a small reflective surface. He looked at his reflection and his mouth opened slightly. 

Okay, something was definitely up.

His attire looked like digital body armor. The lines of circuitry that defined the armor were very light blue, almost bordering on white. Gloved fingers reached up to touch a helm-like covering on his head. He looked almost like a knight from those books that he had seen on Lora's bookshelves on one occasion.

"Identify!" called a strong voice as two others made their way over to him.

Kevin turned to face them and the two stood at attention. Odd, but not something he was going to immediately question. The one on the right beckoned for Flynn and he went over to them. The two quickly turned around and the three of them made their way back to where the two had just come from.

One of the Programs glanced back at Flynn and explained, "Her Grace has gathered all of the Guard together. We had expected a few stragglers, but not you."

The other's companion nudged him and the rest of the trek was silent, leaving Flynn to go over all that had happened.

He had gotten dragged into the ENCOM System by Master Control. Perhaps to be taught a lesson? He wasn't entirely sure about that. He was only certain that he could get the data back for his five games if he looked around the System long enough. Still, what was this talk about Her Grace and the Guards? It was starting to sound like something he had read about when he was younger. A princess and her guards that kept her safe from whatever dangers they would face.

These thoughts and more made their way in and out of Kevin Flynn's head until the three came to an abrupt stop. One of the Guards in the formation motioned Flynn over and he stood in the spot that he was indicated. He maintained his posture and cast his gaze to the tower-like structure.

Well, this was interesting.

Night [M!A/AU, Flynn/open/drabble]

“Your grace?”

A lieutenant made his way to the uppermost room of the tower, the one that had been formed from an unnaturally tall canyon wall. He was speaking to a fair woman sitting on a ledge on the opposite side of the chamber’s entrance. At the sound of her title, the woman turned her head at a slight angle so she could see the guest out of the corner of her eye.

“Darik,” she greeted warmly, the tight brown braid of hair swaying as she turned her head more fully to face him. “You have news from the Guard?”

Darik slowly nodded. “There are less and less I/O Towers being activated, especially with the growth of the MCP.” The Princess, dressed in several layers and shades of translucent capes (some of which created a long, thin train against the floor, especially the garments draped around each of her legs), turned to look out the window once more while Darik continued, “We think it might be a threat.”

Sure enough, there were very few glorious beams into infinity in the sky, which did its part to further illuminate the stars, but worried the Princess all the same.

“We were wondering if you would give the command to have the Guard interfere,” Darik concluded. “Before it gets too out of hand, I mean.”

Tron, sole heir to adminship and uncredited Commander of the Guard, meditated on this for several moments before finally replying, “Very well. I’ll issue the command by the end of the nanocycle. However, I cannot join you. By the admin’s commands, I must help him with reports.” As I have been doing for the past 100 microcycles, she added to herself. “He has me doing this until the end of the millicycle. I’ll be able to rejoin the Guard at that time.”

“I understand,” Darik replied, giving a deep bow. “The needs of the admin come first.”

“And of the Users,” Tron agreed, although sometimes she secretly wished it were just the Users involved and not the admin. The Users, it had been shown before her appointment as the admin’s second, had had better plans for her.

Darik left, and Tron waited alone patiently to be summoned by either the admin himself or someone sent by him to fetch her.