>>"I see you've found my little...hobby." [closed]
"I’m guessing subtlety ….is not your strong suit.” he answered in reply. He couldn’t stand the Guard’s cockiness and how he seemed to get away with most anything. Not really much of a stretch from when he was enlightened.Â
"Perhaps I wasn’t clear enough with my words… or perhaps you refuse to comprehend anything that isn’t wearing a Siren suit." he scowled, holding his ground as he stepped closer to him, "You’re interfering with my work…and more importantly Clu’s work. So, I suggest you cease your egregious behavior or start taking lessons from Rinzler.”Â
Talking to an Elite like this would no doubt spark anger, annoyance, and a good excuse to threaten the End of Line. Indeed, he was testing a line…a very…thin one. "At least he knows how to behave himself." he added, his expression changing to his own brand of mischief, as a smirk formed on his lips.Â
_While the Entertainer continued on what the Guard across from him would call "babbling," Ozias had turned to face that neat exhibit of death decorating the bedside wall of his private quarter. A hand was raised to fix one otherwise undisturbed cube, sitting evenly with the others beside it, its glow fizzled out long ago by some untimely and probably very unpleasant end. He took it between a black-clad thumb and index finger and plucked it from the sleek, mirrored shelf where it previously rested in peace. And as the now red-circuited Eckert finished, the Guard turned in silence with the dead cube in hand, and paced disturbingly calmly toward the other program.
_"It amazes me how carelessly newly rectified programs like to speak for the most elite and powerful program in this system, despite receiving no deliberate message from him whatsoever." A few short steps would soon separate the Entertainer from the Guard, who stopped with boots apart as the cube was raised at eye-level between them.
_"Well I have direct compliments from the Luminary. Compliments regarding my astounding loyalty to the force and its purpose, as well my resilient efforts to ensure the full functionality of this system." His fingers bent around the cube like the segmented legs of a creeping code worm, until the entirety of its square edges was consumed by the Guard's large, gloved hand.
_"So unless you intend on rezzing a more appealing render, you had better comprehend my words, Program." An unpleasant crunch sounded from the cube, almost inaudible at first, until what must have been its entire construct collapsing beneath the Guard's cruel vice made it louder, and horribly clear. Soon after, his palm opened, releasing near transparent dust to trail around his hand and leak between his splayed fingers.
_"Stand in my way, and the only direct word from the Admin you will receive, will be the last you'll ever hear."
