kingdomdressing | Data gathering

> 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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[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.]

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

[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.]

[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?

[...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?

[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?

[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.]

[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?

[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.

[Hrm. While he can get used to the growl with enough time, the information is... Less than ideal. Maybe prodding will gain more information.]

...Dressing room?

Crossnodes. Systems meeting.

[...By which he mostly means to say 'multiversal nexus', only translated into terms he understands better.]

[Oh. That one makes much more sense.]

Understood. So this is not Jiminy's Journal?

[Juuuust to make sure, because he is cautious.]

[While he does actually blink at the question, it's hidden by the opaque visor of his helmet - he's never heard of Jiminy, much less any journal. So he shakes his head. If he hasn't heard of it, and hasn't heard the place called by that name, he's pretty sure it isn't.]

[...Excellent. It must be quite odd to see a Heartless barely able to contain jumping for joy.]

Then I have escaped, indeed! Quite joyous news. Thank you, Rinzler.

[Yeah, that looks a little suspicious to Rinzler and he narrows his unseen eyes, as his rumble drops down a pitch or two.]

Escaped?

[Oh. Right. Of course he wouldn't know what he's talking about.]

Correct. My origins lie in Jiminy's Journal--as mere data, trapped. But it seems my efforts to escape to the outside world have prevailed.

[Well, the idea of being data is nothing new, at the very least. Programs are made of data, and he promptly slots 'Sora' as being similar in construction at least.]

Yes. User world.

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.]

[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.)]

...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.]

That you're not human.

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

...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?

In some places. But ...not ones that can hold a conversation.

[He looks a little sad for a minute.]

And my name is Kurt. Kurt Zisa.

[Name, designation, same thing. He doesn't understand why the ability to hold conversation is so impor-- Wait. Kurt Zisa? Racking his memory files for a moment... Oh. That is something that was contained in the journal. Granted, he never read that information--it had been much too protected. However, the name is familiar.]

I was unaware that there were any human-shaped Heartless outside of the Seeker.

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.

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