In which Sora and Nemurin swear to save Tron...
Sora's ears were ringing like a call he couldn't answer as he stared at the black-clad figure in front of him, who gazed back without even the faintest sign of recognition of him as anything - anything, asides from an enemy, perhaps - as a deep dread plunged through the boy's heart. His mouth hung open, eyes wide and threatening to sting his sight, his fist clenching tightly, enough that he could feel the gloves dig into his palms as his mind tried to comprehend the information he had been given, questions scattering through his mind like a limp body down a flight of stairs, his thoughts only being broken into by the instinct of survival, the instinct that brought forth his Keyblade, blocking a disc that flew straight for his throat, an unstable breath quivering from his chest.
"W-what did you just say...!?" Nemurin questioned the club owner, her body forcing her into action. Her eyes scanned their surroundings - numerous Black Guards were stationed behind this 'Rinzler'...or Tron, as he had apparently once been, and they wasted no time in their attempts at apprehension. One, two, three swarmed their right side, another the left, and Rinzler went for their front.
"You heard it right, Nemurin or whatever you said your name was, something silly like that..." Castor continued, dismissively. "CLU decided he wanted a personal enforcer, and there he is. As much as I hate to be the bearer of bad news for you two, I have to tell you that the Tron you knew is no more. Now...tis is going to be quite a show~" he remarked, and with a flick of his cane, he began to strut away.
Taking in a breath, Sora dodged forward, the silver of his Keyblade clashing against the disc of a guard, before he smashed the blade into their side, the impact disintegrating into pixels that spread across the ground, him and Nemurin now standing back-to-back on the lower floor of their newfound battleground. The club had fallen into absolute chaos, with people either bolting to escape through any way they could find or, as was the case with a few braver ones, taking up their own discs and slicing at the guards themselves - but a good majority ultimately fled the second Rinzler came anywhere close. The music had shifted to some sort of maddening cacophony of pounding, enough to grind her head into dust from the headaches, that blended into a horrific drone amidst the screaming of the club's attendees and the dying cries of those in battle. The quiet tiny whine brushed up Nemurin's ears as she felt Sheppy shakily ready himself for the incoming battle, Morgana coming out with the most ferocious sounds she could muster, standing firmly just a few centimetres away from Sora's feet.
"I'll...I'll take the ones over here," Sora finally spoke, though the shock that had struck him still before still echoed within his voice.
"I'll take the ones here...and...I'll keep Rinzler back," Nemurin confirmed, her eyes only flicking back briefly to what little she could see of Sora at the corner of her eyes, but otherwise, her eyes laid on Rinzler, who approached slowly, having to tear through the chaos that blocked his path all the while.
"No." Sora refused. "I'll keep Rinzler back...! If Tron's in there, I might be able to reach out to him, make him stop all this!"
"Are you sure about this...?" Nemurin questioned, anxiety flooding up her back. She didn't know a thing about Tron, or what he might have been like, but what little she could tell about this Rinzler was nothing good, nothing safe.
Sora hesitated for a second, but ultimately nodded firmly. "Yes."
"I'll keep these guys off your back - and I'll back you up in case..." Nemurin began, only for Sora to offer a weak smile in her direction.
"Don't worry about it. If he's anything like the Tron I knew, then..." Sora began, only for his eyes to fall upon where Rinzler had stopped; in the middle of the floor, a rebel had charged, disc ablaze and aimed for Rinzler's head - but was deflected, disarmed, and sent in an untriumphant thump to the ground, his back exposed for the deadly disc's kill.
At that moment, the boy had darted forward, towards the resigned fighter on the ground. Just as the disc was about to be sliced downward, Sora swung his Keyblade high, the two metals screeching in opposition of one another in turn. Morgana followed swiftly behind, dropping a quick Cure spell in the direction of the injured figure, who rose and nodded his head once, before darting for the elevator. If he said anything to them at all, Nemurin nor Sora was able to hear it amidst the chaos that barrelled towards and all around them.
'C'mon, Tron...whoever you are...be in there,' Nemurin thought to herself before she turned to the small group of guards in black.
Readying herself into a battle stance, she called upon the strength within herself; fading, but still good. Taking in a single puff of breath as she felt her usual sleepiness once again be replaced by adrenaline, she summoned a weapon, seemingly from thin air - but even that didn't seem as puzzling as her weapon of choice. A soft, white pillow - soft to her, though, and her only - as with one swing, she lunged forward and slammed the pillow downwards against the floor; and, as if she had hit the ground with a mighty Warhammer rather than what you laid your head on at night, the guards stumbled, before piercing forward with their spears, scratching at the side of her armour. Sheppy cried aloud as he rolled, bowling into their chests - only for a certain beeping to throw Nemurin off.
Gasping a bit, she quickly pulled Sheppy backwards, leaping a few feet away as a grenade darted through the air. Her mind rewound to her fellow Magical Girls, and what they might do...and it was then that she recalled La Pucelle's sword, and the ability it possessed to shift its size. A recreation from memory burst into existence with a small cloud of light, and for a moment she waited, watching as the guards stood closer to the windows, likely to avoid the blast's impact. Dragging the sword across the metallic floors, prompting a loud shriek from the blade as she did so, she sprinted - and swung forward, like a baseball player up to bat...and she made her mark.
Yelping slightly, Nemurin jumped backwards again, Sheppy bundled under one massive sleeve; the grenade's direction had been adjusted by her swing, now heading straight for the guards, for the windows. In a blast of unforgiving fire, the grenade went off with a burning roar that engulfed those who had once thrown it, whistling unbearably across her eardrums. It crumpled the wall into a stump of what it had once been, and a symphony of shatters rang out as the glass collapsed against its force. Nemurin turned away by this point as she heard the clicking sound that marked the dropping of pixels, one too many, only for the silhouettes to plummet through the gap in several short movements. Turning herself back around, she darted to the other side of the room where the last of the guards remained, all the while finding her head glancing back and forth as Sora and Rinzler's weapons struck against one another.
"Tron, that's who you are, right?" Sora's voice broke through amidst the madness.
Silence, and the drilling of their weapons against one another.
"Cmon, remember...! I know you have to be in there somewhere!" Sora urged, continuing to block each attack, yet never going for the attack directly.
Before he could utter another word, Nemurin saw it; the second disc that Rinzler had readied, and was about to strike with. Now that the reinforcements had collapsed, at least for now, she bolted towards her friend, and kicked a leg to Rinzler's side - it wasn't enough to do the same sort of damage as she had done to those who had fought her before, but it was at least enough to force him into a stumble, Morgana taking advantage of it to bounce and knock him briefly to the ground, though it didn't take much for him to get back up again. Nemurin's other hand pulled Sora out of the other disc's reach, and the two managed to stand upright. A flash of orange like a deadly siren bellowed above their heads, more and more airships seemed to be heading straight for them, and the pair could feel their guts drop into the floor a little at the sight of it. At this rate, Nemurin would need to call another of the Ideal Magical Girls, and she wasn't certain how well that boded for them, what with the magic she constantly felt slowly diminish in her, and the amount it took out of her the first time. Still, if she summoned only one rather than two, maybe it could still work...?
It was then, in the split seconds between then and now, that something happened; another figure had broken through the glass, blocking the two halves of combatants, Rinzler on one side and Sora and Nemurin on the other, and two more followed him. They glowed the same pale ghost-cyan as Sora and Nemurin did, and the one in the centre knelt to the floor, pressing his hands flat against its surface.
If this club was a computer, then the motion he performed had just powered it down; Rinzler, for a few seconds, was frozen where he stood, and slowly took a few steps backwards. Any guards left were left in the same state, leaving them easy pickings for the few rebellious ones who remained. Silently, Sora was left gazing as Rinzler took one look back, one final stare in his direction; and fled.
"So, it really is true - you really are different," a female voice spoke, the third of the trio. She stood tall, and wore armour not unlike theirs, though hers left her shoulders exposed, giving the look of a vest and gloves. Her hair was dark and cut short, just reaching her chin. "This...this is just incredible. What programs..."
"Come on. Let's get out of here," the second of the group added. He was a young man, perhaps about Nemurin's age, with brown hair and a bodysuit of armour. Sora and Nemurin nodded, and with their Dream Eaters right behind them, they followed the group and headed for the elevator.
Once the doors shut decisively behind them, the five (well, seven) now standing as the elevator plunged from the top of the building to the bottom, Nemurin broke the silence.
"That was pretty awesome, y'know~ It's like you did a slow-motion effect from an action movie," she commented, awestruck.
"Yeah!" Sora piped up in agreement - though his usual enthusiasm seemed evidently dulled, at least next to how he usually appeared to be. "Thanks for helping us...! We aren't programs, though. This here is a Keyblade, and I'm Sora," he introduced himself, before gesturing to the sleepy girl next to him. "And this is Nemurin~"
The man in the centre, the one who had performed the slow-mo effect to start with, let out a quiet, good-natured chuckle. "That's definitely one way of describing it. It's good to meet you. My name is Kevin Flynn," he greeted, before turning to the second of the group, a young man who bore some resemblance to himself. "This is Sam," he added, before turning to the third, the woman. "And this is Quorra."
"Good to meet you~" Nemurin gave a gentle wave. "But...how did you find us here?"
"Suffice to say, word spreads as fast as data around the Grid, whether CLU wants it to or not," Flynn explained.
Sora's eyes flickered in recognition of the name, Castor's own mention of him flashing in his mind. "CLU? You mean, that guy Castor mentioned, the guy who did something to Tron?"
"...Yes." Flynn answered, his gaze faltering, averting their gaze, a frown forming on his face as his features lowered. "Tron...used to be a good friend. Together, we created this place, the Grid. It was something, really something...but then, CLU staged a coup. I was exiled...and Tron ended up getting derezzed. At least...that's what I thought - really, he repurposed him into a new program...that program was the one you just fought. That's the thing about them; messing with the code even just a little, and their whole nature can change..."
Nemurin's eyes fell on Sora, whose own gaze had softened as if memories and thoughts were flooding through his head. A certain ache rang out in her chest, as she took in the slowly slipping horror that seemed to fill the boy's features as Flynn recounted how Tron's fate came to pass. "So that's why...but that's..." Sora began. "That's horrible!"
For a few seconds, the boy was quiet, and Nemurin spoke up amidst the silence, "Hmm...isn't there anything we can do?" she asked, a certain desperation making itself known; if only because she wanted to help her friend. "I mean...a lot of this sorta thing is over my head, y'know, but can't we adjust his code or something so he's the way he was before?"
"Bingo - and now you're up to speed," Flynn replied, allowing the smallest hint of a smile to appear on his face, before folding his arms in thought. "If we're lucky...CLU kept a backup of Tron's source code. After all, Tron is a program, he'd be methodical like that."
The gears were clearly turning in Sora's head, his eyes widening a little, but not with shock as it was before, but with growing hope, a hope that made Nemurin smile a bit herself. "So what you're saying is, we go track down CLU, find Tron's source code, and put him back to normal!"
Nemurin nodded a bit, "Sounds like a plan~" she agreed, a small smile on her face before she drooped a little. "So, where do we start...?" she wondered - realising that she had no answer to such a question.
Sora looked to her for a moment, folding his arms and glancing upwards, allowing the gears to turn...only for said gears to clearly get stuck, just as hers did. "No idea," he admitted, and the two deflated simultaneously, as did their companions.
A small, gentle laugh escaped from Quorra as she watched the pair, shaking her head in good humour, "What strange users." she remarked. "You're nothing like Flynn or Sam, that's for sure."
Of course, such a line of thought came with the territory; sure, Nemurin was armoured, but change the colours and you'd have the most comfortable sleepwear you could buy, and something about the way she spoke gave off almost a constant tiredness. Come to think of it, there even seemed to be little bags beginning to circle the bottom of her eyes too. But...she still spoke in a sweet fashion, an assuring one even. Sora was an energy opposite to hers, even just from this one conversation, and the way he looked marked that like an 'x' on a treasure map, the ones that would appear in her books. They were...a pair that wasn't easy to miss, for sure, but Quorra couldn't quite be certain that was to their benefit; at least when it came to their current mission, especially since the both of them clearly had basically no clue where they were going.
Perhaps it was that train of thought that prompted her steps forward.
"Quorra, we have to keep moving." Flynn's voice pointed out from behind her.
"Yeah. What are you gonna do if Rinzler attacks again?" Sam questioned, his brow slanted and his lips forming a frown. Nemurin glanced between them; was something going on between those two? Obviously, it wasn't really any of her business, but the concern he wore on his armoured sleeves brought back the images of La Pucelle and Snow White, and even Phoebus and Esmeralda from a world before.
Stopping in front of them, Quorra faced her companions; "No matter what happens, we'll need to face Rinzler, one way or the other. So...why shouldn't we take care of Rinzler first? Especially...especially if there's a chance of getting him back to the way he was. Imagine Tron fighting at our side again..."
"Don't worry...~ We'll protect each other," Nemurin assured, a certain lack of tension ebbing into her voice, yet still was accompanied by a certain honesty.
"That's right!" Sora agreed, grinning. "The three of us can take him." he piped up.
The three of them looked to Sam and Flynn, the former of them with a brow pursed in anxiety, the other once again in thought. "Alright. Do what you can - perhaps, you, Sora and Nemurin can save Tron after all."
"Dad, wait-" Sam began in protest, only for Flynn to turn to him.
"Relax, Sam," Flynn said. "I... feel that...Sora and Nemurin are people we can trust. Now, you and me need to press on."
Ground level. The door opened up to the street, which had been dispersed into silence now. Offering a reluctant nod, Sam joined Flynn's side; but not before giving Quorra one last look and a single plea. "Be careful, Quorra."
The black-haired woman's lips curved up into a small smile, a promise of that she'd be okay, and she answered, "You too."
The group stepped out, and for a few moments, Quorra's eyes gazed off as Sam and Flynn took their leave, the elder of the two clearly more confident in this plan. The younger, on the other hand, seemed to turn his head back around at least once or twice more before leaving their line of sight, his eyebrows furrowed and lips lowered slightly as he left, before his look hardened as his attention finally left the mysterious ravenette.
Looking over at her, Sora commented, "You three seem close,"
Upon hearing his words, Quorra allowed herself to respond with a somewhat unreadable smile, but one that was still friendly in its nature, even a bit earnest. "That's...a way to put it, let's say," she answered, simply, before turning her body towards the two of them, approaching with certain steps. "All right - it's just us now. You two ready for this?"
"You bet!" Sora assured, pumping a fist slightly upwards so as to supplement the resolve in his voice.
Nemurin, on the other hand, offered just a little nod and a soft smile, but one that would at the very least appear helpful enough. Quorra's eyes looked out into the wide cityscape ahead of them, their silhouettes were hidden away in an alley, taking in the frozen sea of black that hung above their heads. "The Rectifier's our destination; CLU should be there,"
"The Rectifier?" Nemurin repeated.
"It's his battleship; he'll probably be somewhere at the helm, and somewhere on that ship we should be able to find the source code. We're gonna need a trip to the underground docks first - we can hijack a solar sailer from there. That should make it easier for us three to slip in and out~" Quorra explained, arms folded slightly as she rested her body against the wall. Pushing off it with her foot, she gestured forward with her head, "I know the way there. Let's go get you two geared up,"
"Geared up?" Sora wondered.
"Well...since CLU is after us, we should remain as discreet as possible, right?" Quorra pointed out.
"She does have a point - we are all pretty distinctive looking, huh...?" Nemurin conceded with a small shrug.
As if to answer in agreement, one of Sora's hands tugged a tad at one of the many spikes of hair that pressed out from underneath his metallic helmet, the other falling to his side, close to where Morgana was standing. "Yeah, that's about right..." the brunette agreed, his grin a tad sheepish now.
Their descriptions would definitely be an easy one to remember next to the way everyone else looked - that much was obvious from the appearances of everyone else. Truth be told, even the few that passed them by who bothered to take a glance at them either rose a brow in confusion, a rude few even muttering about 'that guy's weird haircut', others' eyes practically stalking Nemurin's face as they went, remarking on the way her face looked and what beauty routine she had to be using. And that wasn't considering the brightly coloured Dream Eaters who remained on constant watch by their feet, and even those who mostly ignored the others couldn't help but offer at least one perplexed glance at the peculiar creatures, Morgana sniffing and hissing at those who gave her the side-eye, while Sheppy bowed his head, legs quivering like newly served jelly.
"Wait here," Quorra requested, briefly disappearing across the street.
For a moment or so, Nemurin and Sora fell into something of an uncertain silence, only for the Magical Girl to break it, "...Hey, you okay...?" she asked, stretching a little bit.
"...Huh?" Sora's answer came at something of a delay, eyes like a deer in the headlights, or a boy who had been caught in the middle of deep thought. "O-oh, yeah, yeah, I'm okay. I'm just..."
"Worried about your friend, huh...?" Nemurin responded, her voice soft as the clouds that floated about her head.
Sora allowed a sigh to escape, offering a smile that she wasn't quite certain was sad or something else, and as if to mimic him, the skies darkened somewhat, a slight beep going off overhead as if signalling that it was about to rain. It sure would have felt fitting...
He laughed a little, though a certain bitterness echoed far more throughout the gesture, one that would usually come with happiness. The boy's eyebrows were furrowed somewhat now, even with the smile he almost seemed to force to stay on his face.
Sighing again, he ran a hand past his eye and into the tufts of hair that poked out the sides of his helmet, now averting her gaze. "Yeah..." he admitted, allowing his head to rest slightly against the wall, almost as if it were offering him support. Morgana's round saucers were fixed on him, soft and rippling like water, "I guess. It's just...well, it's just...it's hard to imagine Tron...ending up like that. I mean, I know this one might not even be the same one as the one I knew, but any Tron is still my friend, y'know?"
Listening dutifully, Nemurin offered a nod, Sheppy's eyes flicking between the pair of them, and staying there - likely so he didn't have to look at the masses of the unknown who persistently strolled here and there. "Hmhm,"
Sora pushed himself up a little, hands resting behind his head now, his smile seeming to become less stilted. "It just...it felt so weird, that last fight, knowing I was fighting him in some way. But...it sure didn't feel like him. Honestly, I...I didn't even figure it was him at first, not until Castor brought it up." he continued, his tone seeming to shake between the lines of blue anxiety and pale hope. The first few droplets of rain started to tremour from the clouds, and people swiftly began to scatter. Morgana nuzzled gently into the side of Sora's leg, letting out a whine of sympathy.
Eyes flicking down towards her, Sora patted her head before giving her an affectionate ruffle shortly after. "Ah, c'mon, don't worry about me...!" he assured, offering a feeble smile in reply. "I know things will be okay - with all of us, Clu won't stand a chance," he added, picking up some energy again even as the shower became a relentless deluge that hissed in an odd harmony as it hit the pavement.
Even as long rivers of rain trickled down the sides of his helmet and armour, nothing could take away from the brightness of that smile.
"Couldn't agree more~" Nemurin encouraged, her expression sharing in his light-heartedness, a certain relaxed warmth radiating off of her. "Tron sounds like a cool guy~"
"He is." Sora sincerely beamed now, standing upright. "I bet he'd like you too, Nemu."
"Hehe, you think so?" Nemurin replied, rubbing the back of her neck a little, another small yawn escaping her, as it often did.
Just then, footsteps clapped close to their ears, the monochrome silhouette of Quorra reaching their sides, panting a bit. Her previous look had been covered up by a metallic waterproof jacket, and in her hands, she held two smaller ones, though they still managed to look quite baggy. "Sorry about that - here they are. I had to grab them quickly so they might drag a little..." the woman confessed apologetically, extending her arms out to their hold.
"Thanks, Quorra~" Nemurin gave a small wave of the hand, an assurance it was no big deal. "Besides, that's not too bad in this weather, huh?"
"Heh, you have a point. You shouldn't be dealing with that for too long; once we get out of this area, we should be fine." Quorra explained while Sora and Nemurin put on their temporary disguises.
Indeed, she was correct that they did drag a little; not so much for Nemurin, with hers just managing to hover a small height above the floor, but Sora wasn't so lucky - the sleeves on his hung like bells and slapped around with each movement he made, and the ends of the jacket reached the ground, not having the benefit of the extra centimetres that Nemurin possessed. Grumbling a bit, Sora adjusted the waist slightly, tucking it into himself a bit, allowing the ends to hang just that bit above the ground. The hood was large on him, as he fiddled with it incessantly.
"I..." Sora began, the 'I' dragging somewhat. "I'm probably not suited to this sorta look, huh?" he added, chuckling modestly.
"Sorry," Quorra answered, rubbing the back of her neck. Sharing a brief look with Nemurin, it seemed they both agreed; the black coat look wasn't really Sora's style.
"Now that I think about it...this might help with blending in though," Sora commented - though not particularly joyfully either. "I mean if Clu's working with...you know, we might blend in a bit more in these."
Though she didn't particularly like to say it, Nemurin had to agree in this instance; though she supposed it depended on how specific the descriptions of their enemies were - they could potentially get by the guards if it was just 'people in black coats are allies', but any deeper and that and the cracks would show up like a stone through a cloud.
"Either way, it helps," Quorra responded, a certain readiness cast from her. "Anyway - ready to head for the Underground Docks?"
"Oh...!" Nemurin perked up a little - her brain had fallen asleep a bit apparently. Why? Well, it had only just occurred to her through her previous analogy to...well, use her clouds to get them there. "I...might actually have an easier way to get there than hijacking a ship...~"
"You do?" Quorra repeated, curiosity glinting in her eyes. "Well, what is it?"
"Well..." Nemurin trailed off a little. "This is a bit hard to explain, but...well, I guess I should just show you~" she decided.
As Quorra watched the girl, Nemurin took in a deep breath. Silently, she willed to herself, 'C'mon, work with me. Don't give up on me now...'
Extending her hands out, she slowly allowed her magic to course through her veins, and like a bunch of river rapids, she could feel the spark coming back to her. It might have been slower than before, but it was quick enough that the glowing particles of magic that drifted in the open air of her palms quickly began to flurry together like a goddess-white blizzard. As these sparkles formed together, they puffed and huffed in and out like a person's breathing, forming adorable little bumps that joined with one another to form the clouds she rode upon while in the world between dreams. With another flair of her hand, the cloud enlargened and with a puff as dramatic as that of a magician's smoke, went from a bunch of stone-sized particles to a cloud long enough to seat the five of them, round and remarkably fluffy.
Quorra's curious gaze had been stretched wide, her mouth forming a wheel shape with each moment she watched her. That...wasn't just some hack or tech, that was something else! Moving forward a bit, her arm reached out and gave the cloud a poke - and sure enough, though her finger pushed through, the surface didn't break as much as stretch, and when she gave it a knock, she pulled back slightly. It was truly solid...
"Nemurin, how..." Quorra almost gasped, "This is like...like magic...!" she praised, her lips breaking into a smile.
Offering a humble wave of the hand, Nemurin giggled a tad sheepishly; "Well...that's not far off, actually~"
"I've never seen anything like it. It's like something out of Perrault's collection..." Quorra observed, a certain youthful enthusiasm shining in her voice now.
"It's cool, isn't it?" Sora almost cheered, a hand falling on Nemurin's shoulder.
By now, a faint pink had sprayed across her cheeks, her laugh growing shyer with each second. Being the centre of attention wasn't something she usually strove for - honestly, she'd really just wanted to offer a quicker form of transportation - so hearing praise like this was quite a unique sentiment. Even with Snow White or La Pucelle or Top Speed, it was usually her offering praise for their heroics and abilities and their daring in the real world, yet...she was under the spotlight.
"Hehe, guys...thanks..~" she began, bashfully, shifting like a scarecrow. Clearing her throat, she tried to shake off the flustered cherry dust that had infected her cheeks, "Anyway...these can do more than just sit around and look fluffy, you know. Here, let me show you,"
Hopping atop the cloud, Sora seated himself at her side, leaving an extra spot beside him for Quorra, while Morgana and Sheppy remained comfortably cuddled behind the pair, almost as if they were ready to nod off. Quorra walked forward and sat down, stopping for a moment, as if to ensure she wasn't going to fall through, and then looked towards Sora and Nemurin again. "Alright, what happens now?" she asked, her head tilting slightly.
Sora and Nemurin gave each other a cheeky glance, their eyes glinting with just the smallest bit of mischief. "Hold on tight- woah!" Sora called out.
With that, the cloud rose faster than the End of the Line elevator, shooting off like a bullet - the scenery blurred and grew tinier and tinier as they rose through the air, the rise so swift that it nearly store away Quorra's breath as they went, their hoods flying down and flapping and clapping aloud in the wind. From up this high, you could take in just about everything...cold air rushed past their ears and cheeks where they were seated, airships slowly drifting throughout the sky below, and judging by the almost peaceful quiet that joined it, it seemed like staying out of sight from the guards would be even easier than she thought it would be.
"I still need to get used to that..." Sora panted, his head hung slightly as he offered a small laugh. Looking over Nemurin's shoulder, he pointed ahead, "Alright! Let's go!"
Nodding a bit, Quorra assured, "I'll guide your way."
"Aaa, thanks, Quorra~" Nemurin smiled, before turning her attention to the clouds she had to guide.
"Next stop, Clu's battleship...!"
A/N: Woo...I really need to stop saying shit like "I'm back on track!" because it's a one-way ticket to me having an unintentional hiatus again...ah, well, at least it's here, and though I had to write it in pieces, I think it's turned out fairly well! I hope y'all enjoyed it~ I definitely want to go into a bit more detail with Rinzler/Tron's situation here, or more specifically Sora's reaction to it, which you'll be seeing a lot more of in the next chapter.
Thanks as always to Captain Imaginat and also to Tsuuji for the positive reviews! ^^
Variety is definitely what I aimed for as, with this being a different format of this story, I definitely wanted to take advantage of the fact I can make a stronger narrative from what's in the game, and connect them more to the events at large, kinda like how KH3 did.
I myself hadn't watched TRON: Legacy prior to playing 3D - in fact, I actually watched it specifically for Cosmogyral! The light cycles are definitely super cool! I hope your classes have gone well too m'dude, and thank you! ^^ Mine's been going pretty good thus far, and I'm mostly just waiting for results back.
Anywho, I'll see you all in the next chapter!