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Oct. 22nd, 2013 11:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
a1enzo"Vidwindow from Administrator Rijndael, sir."
"Put him through."
The window opens to display not only the Academy Administrator but also a familiar green face. Enzo looks nervous; Rijndael looks like he cannot wait for Turbo to hear this one.
"Sir," say the two in not-quite-unison.
"Rijndael. Cadet Matrix. Do I want to know what this is about?"
"The cadet here has a particularly unusual visitor he wants to bring to our fair system," the Admin deadpans.
"Unusual enough that you need my personal approval?"
"In a nutshell."
Prime Guardian Turbo opens a desk drawer and removes a jar of antialiasing tablets, which he places pointedly on the desktop before looking at Enzo expectantly.
(It's not that he dislikes Enzo. Far from it. He's a good kid, and every bit as promising a Guardian as expected. He is also, however, a harbinger of change, which makes him by definition a walking migraine.)
"Um," Enzo begins. "Like he said. I told my friend... I mean, I didn't promise he could come, but I said I'd ask. He's a great guy. He's one of the ones who helped us fight Daemon."
"Oh?" Turbo thinks back to the vid files of the event. "Which one?"
"The, uh. The big red guy."
A pause which draws out to awkward and beyond.
"The virus."
"Um."
Turbo extracts an antialiasing tablet from the jar and swallows it. Clearly, he's going to need it.
"Put him through."
The window opens to display not only the Academy Administrator but also a familiar green face. Enzo looks nervous; Rijndael looks like he cannot wait for Turbo to hear this one.
"Sir," say the two in not-quite-unison.
"Rijndael. Cadet Matrix. Do I want to know what this is about?"
"The cadet here has a particularly unusual visitor he wants to bring to our fair system," the Admin deadpans.
"Unusual enough that you need my personal approval?"
"In a nutshell."
Prime Guardian Turbo opens a desk drawer and removes a jar of antialiasing tablets, which he places pointedly on the desktop before looking at Enzo expectantly.
(It's not that he dislikes Enzo. Far from it. He's a good kid, and every bit as promising a Guardian as expected. He is also, however, a harbinger of change, which makes him by definition a walking migraine.)
"Um," Enzo begins. "Like he said. I told my friend... I mean, I didn't promise he could come, but I said I'd ask. He's a great guy. He's one of the ones who helped us fight Daemon."
"Oh?" Turbo thinks back to the vid files of the event. "Which one?"
"The, uh. The big red guy."
A pause which draws out to awkward and beyond.
"The virus."
"Um."
Turbo extracts an antialiasing tablet from the jar and swallows it. Clearly, he's going to need it.
