ReBoots in Disguise!

[a1enzo]

Enzo really ought to be in sleep mode, but he's too fascinated by one of his gifts. It's easy enough for a sprite to find the indicated patterns in the lights on the ceiling, but he's much less clear on how, say, that group constitutes a dragon.

WARNING: INCOMING GAME. WARNING: INCOMING GAME.

Dude! This is the first Game since his birthday! And it's at night, too. What if everyone's asleep? What if no one makes it in? He can't know for sure. As a Guardian, he's obligated to enter that Game, by code and by duty.

Of course, he's out the window and halfway to the cube on his new boogie baud by the time he's finished thinking this...

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[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

Matrix seems to be the only one heading to the Game, although Frisket apparently tagged along on the way there.

He isn't really worried about it, though. He doesn't expect this Game to be too hard even on his own, and Frisket being there just makes it that much easier.

They make it to the Game easily, and watch as its environment loads up. Looked like some sorta sci-fi game. He'll have a better idea when he reboots.

Although, before he gets a chance to, Frisket starts sniffing around as though he's found something.

"What is it, boy?"

[a1enzo]

From around a corner, a voice cries "Neat!"

Enzo has come to the same conclusion as Matrix. It's all very mechanical and blocky. Lots of hard edges. He wonders if there'll be laser traps.

[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

Matrix turns the corner to see his younger self standing there.

He almost asks why he's there, but then, he remembers: Right, he's a cadet now. Can't say that anymore.

"Hey kid," he calls out. "You ready?"

[a1enzo]

In the moment he sees Matrix, Enzo braces himself for a scolding, or at least some annoyed grumbling.

It does not come.

Can this be... acceptance?

Glowing with pride, Enzo salutes the... well, senior cadet. "Yes, sir!"

[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

Matrix grins and nods, and kneels down next to Frisket.

He double clicks on both his and his dog's icons at once, yelling "Reboot!" In a flash of green light, the two look decidedly more like their surroundings: Mechanical and blocky.

Matrix in particular had an interesting costume.

He was Sound.WAV, scourge of the universe!

(Yes, he gets a bit too much into character sometimes.)

[a1enzo]

"Reboot!"

Hey, the whole purpose of rebooting is to get into character. It's the only way to play properly. And Enzo's character seems pretty similar to Matrix's, only much smaller.

"Track, reporting for duty, boss!"

Frisket, it should be noted, looks fairly like himself; he's still dog-shaped, still red and yellow, though his head is a bit smaller in proportion and his legs longer.

[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

Matrix, or rather, Sound.WAV, looks down at Frisket. When he speaks, his voice sounds like it's coming through a sound synthesizer.

"Sound.WAV: Wonders what his name is."

He pauses, long enough for a blink, even though he doesn't have any eyelids at the moment.

"Sound.WAV: Wonders why he's speaking like this."

[a1enzo]

Yeah, Enzo Track is cracking up right now. Even Frisket seems amused; he rolls onto his back and wiggles back and forth.

Track glances at the robo-dog, still giggling. "Rollover it is!"

[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

"Your humor: Inferior."

He starts walking down the hall, motioning for Track and Rollover to follow him.

"Move to intercept enemy forces."

That's probably his new way of saying 'Move out.'

[a1enzo]

The two smaller robots follow as directed. As he goes, Track examines his new form. "Totally metal!" (He's really gonna have to watch the User-slang at the Academy. Although in this case, it's accurate.) "I've got a laser here... what do you have?"

[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

"Armaments: Laser blaster, rocket pod."

There's a pause where a smirk would be if Sound.WAV had a mouth.

"My form: Superior."

[a1enzo]

Track does have a mouth, and a shiny metal tongue which he sticks out at Sound.WAV.

"I've got a lot of joints... Actually, hang on... I think I can... fold up..."

Trying it out, he folds this in, tucks that under, and when he finishes, he has assumed the form of... a flat rectangular thing with a couple of holes in it. What the hey?

[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

Sound.WAV realizes that Track's new form is about the size and shape of the weird compartment in his chest. Interesting.

He tries doing the same thing, although his new form is a bit larger, with a large handle on top and a speaker on either side. The compartment opens as well as he tries to figure out what his new form can do.

[a1enzo]

It's difficult to move much in this shape, but he can hop a bit, and so he does - right into the larger box's slot.

It's strangely comfortable.

"Weeeeird..."

[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

Sound.WAV closes his compartment, still trying to figure this new shape out. Weird was right.

"Situation: Confusing."

[a1enzo]

There's a click, the peg-things poking through Track's holes start turning the surrounding gears, and Track's voice suddenly emerges from Sound.WAV's speakers.

"♫I've got a lovely bunch of cocoa-nuts...♫"

[renegade-enzo.livejournal.com]

"Your music taste: Inferior."

Sound.WAV changes back into his original form, with Track still in his compartment, before he starts heading down the hall again with Rollover in tow.

He figures they've been playing around enough. It's time to go find the User.

[a1enzo]

"It used to be your music taste," the voice emerges from the big robot's chest. "So there."

"Hey..." We seem to be moving. Track rattles around in the compartment. "Um... could you let me out? Please? Hey!"