Data gathering

[feedmyglitch]

> Unable to read data

> Memory files have been corrupted

> Unable to recover or restore corrupted files

> Ability to function without corrupted files

> Continue?

> YES NO

[Golden eyes open, glowing as he sits up on the bench. This is quite the troubling predicament. The good news it that he can function. He is simply missing a part of his memory. That can, of course, be worked around, even if it bothers and annoys him. The fact that he last remembers fighting that infernal debugger, Sora, means one of two things: either this is what happens to someone after deletion, or he's managed to actually escape the confines of the journal. Either way, there is little he can do besides gather data--data that could, after all, save him.

So quietly, he looks around. Houses. Data indicates this would, in fact, be a suburban area. Huh. Quite the odd place to wake up.]

More data is necessary to come to any conclusions. Though how to gather it is an unknown variable...

[...Perhaps talking to himself isn't the best solution. And perhaps he should get up off of the bench to wander around. Oops. Getting up and beginning to scan the area now, for any signs of life and perhaps someone to question.]

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[skybright]

[there's someone fairly nearby, it would seem. someone in an awfully familiar shape, dressed in jeans and a sweater, and carrying a small stack of books! she stops short when she notices him there, staring in confusion and wariness.]

[feedmyglitch]

[There is one thing that the Heartless is aware of when it comes to a Sora of any kind, thanks to his perusal of the data within the Journal: that they are dangerous to Heartless. And while this one could be a ready source of necessary data, that doesn't stop him from being very cautious and tense.]

You. Where is this place? Is it beyond the pages of the Journal?

[skybright]

Journal?

[she looks confused, and doesn't seem the least bit dangerous, just wary.]

It's called the dressing room. It's kind of... outside any of the worlds.

[feedmyglitch]

...Outside them? That is a logical possibility, according to previously gathered data.

[It doesn't matter how not-dangerous she's behaving, he's suffered greatly at the hands of what could be her twin. He's got a large bias.]

[skybright]

[that's hardly her fault, but if she knew that she'd feel a little guilty regardless.]

This place basically pulls people in and traps them here. No one's really sure why, or how.

[feedmyglitch]

[Well, it mostly has to do with the Keyblade and being able to end his existence. He quite likes existing.]

...So... I've been transferred from one prison to another?

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[How about this fellow here, having trouble not looming? He's regarding this newcomer with a slight smile on his face.]

...Why is it funny imagining these two standing next to each other?

[feedmyglitch]

[...Looming. That's definitely put him on edge. Especially since the person doing the looming doesn't match any data at his disposal. Erk. So, instead, the Heartless will be... Quite wary.]

Is there something amusing about my presence?

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

[Kurt simply shakes his head.]

No. More - simply pleasing.

[Any new Heartless that can hold a conversation he's glad to see. {Even though the last time he encountered any of a more digital flavour - did not go well.)]

[feedmyglitch]

...What is so pleasing about my presence?

[...Wouldn't someone normally be the direct opposite of pleased to see a Heartless? It's quite a confusing thing for him.]

[agrabah-weapon.livejournal.com]

That you're not human.

[Okay, he gets on with a few, by virtue of time and necessity. But they're likely a minority.]

[feedmyglitch]

...Are Heartless not plentiful in the outside world?

[That confuses him greatly. The journal was deceptive? Or had it simply been because Sora, wielding the Keyblade, had attracted them? Either way, he is only feeling more and more confused. ...He should probably move on from these thoughts or he'll fry his circuits.]

...What is your designation?

[biphasic.livejournal.com]

[It's most likely those glowing eyes that get Rinzler to stop and see what's up. Not having a conventional Heart (what with being made of code and all), he hasn't had a lot of trouble with Heartless, but he has seen enough of them to recognize the general idea.

He doesn't say anything, but then again, he rarely does. He just watches, although there's a faint rumbling growl coming from his general direction.]

[feedmyglitch]

[If anything, Rinzler is the first to actually have the Heartless' full attention. He's seen circuitry, and in fact, one of his forms has bio-luminescent circuitry. So this is... Quite interesting.]

Do you have a designation?

/sorry for all the reposts

[biphasic.livejournal.com]

[Rinzler, for his own part, has recognized the shift of attention and while there's been no immediate attack, he's still treating the Heartless as a potential enemy, and as such there's more than a little wariness in the lines of his body.

As there's no reason for him not to answer, however, he does - albeit in a voice that's so horribly electronically distorted that it doesn't sound (recognizably) human at all. But it's understandable, if nothing else.]

Designation: Rinzlerrr.

[The final 'r' of his name trails off into that disconcerting rumble of his.]

Perfectly okay!

[feedmyglitch]

[He understands. Good. That makes things easier, a bit, than having to alter his own speech patterns. And while that strange rumble is quite disconcerting, "Sora" will ignore it in favor of interrogation.]

Rinzler, then. Where is this?

[biphasic.livejournal.com]

[Sadly, he's not likely to get more than the bare bones of explanation, but that's probably better than nothing. As for the rumble, it's a constant with Rinzler. It won't be going away any time soon.]

Dressing Room.

[divinelunacies.livejournal.com]

Surely it isn't that hard to look around.

[Female Saïx? Female Saïx. That tone of hers is nothing but condescending. She isn't far away, sitting on her own bench lining the edge of a path, a small bird in her hands.]

[feedmyglitch]

[Well, he's from the first half of the journal. Saïx isn't even mentioned. So he sees nothing wrong with this picture!]

There are countless unknown variables. The viability of simply looking around, unknown levels of danger, the fact that I have thus far not counted the number of life forms in the vicinity... It is a matter of which method is optimal. And I haven't decided yet.

[Congratulations, Saïx. You are talking to perhaps the single most logical Heartless in existence. Simply because he began as data.]

and then I forgot to change the email on this account

[divinelunacies.livejournal.com]

[That's certainly unexpected, to say the least. It makes her eyebrows slowly raise up in surprise. She can tell it's (he's?) a Heartless, and she's met Heartless with a, er... higher intelligence before, but usually that and Sora don't coincide. No offense, Soras of the DR. (Who am I kidding, she'd love to offend.)]

If you truly intend to count them all, then good luck. You're going to need it.

[feedmyglitch]

Only enough to know if an entirely stealthy approach is necessary, or if I can simply walk around without worrying about deletion.

[Well, he may look like Sora. But listen long enough, and you'll start hearing speech parallels between him and a certain other Heartless. Also, being a computer program probably helps.]

[divinelunacies.livejournal.com]

[Disgusting. If she had some sort of use for him in this place, she would use that knowledge to her advantage. Unfortunately, plenty of pawns have come and gone, and none of them have been able to contribute anything toward her goal.]

You may be surprised.

I just couldn't resist throwing him in

[isthejournal.livejournal.com]

[Y'know that journal you apparently escaped from? Yeah, it's here. Well, in one form anyway. Said form's not entirely sure why it's here in the first place, since this is certainly not the datascape.

And then it spots the data Heartless. Okay, that might be the reason.]

What are you doing here?

Then prepare for creeping. /o/ Because Datakuuuu.

[feedmyglitch]

[..............This is perhaps the single most confusing thing to ever happen. While he's certainly aware of who the Journal is supposed to look like, he'd never met him face-to-face. But this also offers some unique opportunities. That is, there is no pesky companion with a certain weapon.]

The memory files have been corrupted, so I can't particularly say. However, I can say that I am quite delighted to see you.

Ohnoes! Also, sorry this is late, my internet died for a couple days.

[isthejournal.livejournal.com]

[Those opportunities better not include deletion.]

Your memory files shouldn't even be there in the first place. Neither should you.