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Kevin Flynn (zendude) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2011-09-18 17:57:00

Entry tags:

kevin flynn, quorra

Who: Kevin Flynn and Quorra
What: Meetings and explanations.
Where: A monastary in New York state, just outside Rochester.
Warnings: None.

Flynn sat kua he zuo style on a mat on the porch. It was a meditative pose, but he wasn't meditating at the moment, merely waiting and enjoying his surroundings. He'd created any number of wonders in the Grid, but nothing to his mind as wonderful as this: an autumn day, the leaves a riot of color on the trees, a cool breeze blowing. This was a perfect moment. Perfection, he now knew, was a gift to be cherished and then released, not something to be created.

If only he'd known that years ago, when it all began.

But if he had, he wouldn't have met Quorra. Even in the midst of a person's worst mistakes, there was the possibility of serendipity. It was a thought that brought him peace. As did the thought that he would see her again soon.

Flynn waited. He'd had a lot of practice.

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quorrious
2011-09-18 06:52 pm UTC (link)

As she'd said, it hadn't taken her long to get there. Though there was a bit of a walk to the actual temple from the portkey dropoff. She didn't mind it, really, she was used to walking most places. Bit, the hairless cat draped over her shoulder didn't seem to mind it either, squeaking quietly and just taking in the new surroundings.

She was enjoying the day, and the surroundings, as well even still plants were the same as magic to her and it helped quell a little of the anxious, half-nervous energy in her.

When she arrived it wasn't hard to find him, and she couldn't help but smile a little, just a little, because he fit there better than he ever had on the Grid, "Greetings, Flynn."

(ooc: and apparently we both posted at once, we'll stick with this one!)

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	zendude 2011-09-18 09:47 pm UTC (link)
	Flynn got to his feet at once, smiling hugely. "Hey there, kiddo. Didn't realize you were bringing a friend." He reached out a hand cautiously to the cat on her shoulder, offering his fingers for smelling or nibbling or whatever it might find appropriate. "He got a name?" (Reply to this)

quorrious
2011-09-19 06:19 am UTC (link)

The cat was almost but not quite crosseyed. Mostly it was just that his eyes were too close together for the rest of his face. He made a sound not entirely unlike a modem-chirp as he rubbed against Flynn's fingers.

Quorra smiled, she couldn't not smile at that just at the moment, "His name's Bit. I didn't know what else to call him, and he answers to it the same as he answers to 'hey you', so I guess that's good."

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zendude
2011-09-19 11:37 am UTC (link)

Flynn didn't have that much experience with cats, but this one was just plain weird-looking to his mind. Hairless, wonky eyes, and its purr sounded more like an electronic whine. Which was...suggestive of something. "Good name for him. Certainly better than byte, which might give him ideas. Where'd you find this fellow, hmm?"

Talking about small things seemed the best way to start. It was clear from things she'd said earlier that something was badly wrong, and it involved Sam. He was already resigned to that in his heart, but could take a few minutes before finding out exactly what.

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	quorrious 2011-09-19 01:52 pm UTC (link)
	"He came with the house." She said, giving a gentle shrug so as not to jostle the cat too much. He didn't seem to mind it, still just draped limply over her shoulder, "Did you read the website? How we all replace someone when we arrive?" She just wanted to make sure he had most of the information before she tried explaining things. (Reply to this)

	zendude 2011-09-20 08:15 pm UTC (link)
	"I did, yes," Flynn answered, scratching the cat gently behind the ears. "And I read between the lines." He looked directly at Quorra. "I take it you didn't come straight here from the Grid, kiddo. And that Sam was left wherever you were before." (Reply to this)

quorrious
2011-09-20 08:23 pm UTC (link)

"I did." She said, "Just... not from the same time. And Sam's still back home, wherever that is from here." She shook her head, brow furrowing slightly, trying to sort it out in her own mind so that she could explain it to him, "I've been here, in this ... place, more than half a year. Before that it had been about six months since we last saw you, most of it spent in the outside world, but even with the damage done after the reintegration everyone's rebuilding, it's amazing."

She smiled then, shaking her head, awed, really, "And Sam and Alan have been helping from the outside, when they can, so has Roy. But it's a long process." Her brow furrowed again, "And here's where things get tricky, because Tron showed up here not too long ago, but he's from roughly the same time as I was when I first arrived here, so it's possible that there's a time differential between here and home."

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zendude
2011-09-23 07:22 pm UTC (link)

"Clearly there's a time differential, my apprentice, given that I was snatched just a few second before you and Sam left the Grid." Initially, he'd blamed his reintegration with Clu for this new series of developments, but it was beginning to sound as though the timing was incidental. "Hope my doppleganger isn't still causing trouble back there. Have you been able to enter the Grid here, in this world?"

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quorrious
2011-09-23 07:35 pm UTC (link)

She shook her head at the question, "No, Sam's the one who's got the drive it's stored on now. I was just coming back from a visit when I ended up here instead."

There was a small smile, "And no, Clu's gone, there hasn't been any trouble aside from structural instability, but everyone's been working on getting buildings back up again, but if you're from..." Her brow furrowed, "That means there's more than just a time differential working here."

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	zendude 2011-09-24 11:50 am UTC (link)
	"Kiddo, I suspect logic is not going to work applied to the situation we've found ourselves in." Flynn placed his hands on her shoulders and looked her square in the face. "So. Set the Grid aside for now, it's out of our reach. Tell me about Quorra." (Reply to this)

quorrious
2011-09-24 04:57 pm UTC (link)

She did smile at that, just letting his presence calm her, "Since I've been here I've been working at a bookstore, learning a little bit about everything." Or, really, a lot about everything, because of how quickly she read and how much she retained, "I've got Bit to look after, and a garden, and a bike for when I don't want to walk." Or when she needed the wind in her face, which happened from time to time.

A gentle shrug, "Before I got here I've been staying with Sam, getting the Grid put back together, and the company back on the right track." She shook her head, "The dust was finally starting to settle from that when I ended up here."

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zendude
2011-09-26 10:13 pm UTC (link)

Flynn grinned approval. "Bookstores are the best, and there's always more to learn." Even for someone who absorbed information as quickly as Quorra. He was so proud of her. "Still, sounds an isolated life. You should go out, make some friends. You've been here six months, you said?" He shook her shoulders gently. "There's a lot of life out there to experience, my girl, and you should see all of it."

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quorrious
2011-09-26 10:20 pm UTC (link)

Her face fell, just a little, at that, "I've made friends, a couple of them, and then they disappeared again." She shook her head, scratching Bit between the ears as he butted his head against her jaw, "But I meet people at work, I like it there, and I like my boss, Maison, and his husband Brendann. Brend makes sure we both eat, they really are adorable together."

There was a moment of hesitation then before she added: "And there's someone here who looks like Sam, we went out for ice cream. It was ..." She shook her head, brow furrowing, "Weird."

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zendude
2011-09-26 10:28 pm UTC (link)

"This vortex can wrap people back to where they came from, can it?" So this was borrowed time. That was okay. All time was borrowed time. And given that he'd been snared about a split-second before his own death, Flynn was not about to complain, at least not on his own behalf. Every minute was one he hadn't expected to have.

"That's rough. But I'm glad your work takes care of you. It should." His face darkened for a moment. It'd been a long, long time since the ENCOM days, but he remembered.

But the moment passed and he shrugged. "So, someone who looks like Sam but isn't, huh? Does sound weird. And painful." If someone who looked like Jordan showed up, he'd probably stare at her enraptured for several minutes, and then walk very fast the other way rather than lose the dream. Gently, he added, "How are you handling that, kiddo?"

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quorrious
2011-09-27 01:20 am UTC (link)

"It can." She said, "And with the same lack of rhyme or reason or pattern." She actually had to think about that question, mulling it over for a few long moments before shaking her head, "It's weird. That's really all I can say about it, Sor's nice, but he's not the same, and mostly I just worry about Sam." She shook her head, "I mean, this makes two of us he's lost now. I just hope he's not doing anything stupid, that's all."

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zendude
2011-09-28 09:59 pm UTC (link)

Flynn snorted. "He probably is doing something stupid. A trait he has in common with his old man." But he smiled. "But he's intelligent and capable enough to get himself out of most of the trouble he gets into. In that, he's got his old man beat."

"Unfotunately, there's nothing we can do about it one way or the other, from what you say." It hurt, to set Sam aside. It always hurt. But Flynn'd had over a thousand light-cycles of practice in making himself do so, and he did it now. "So the question is, my apprentice: what can we affect, in this new world we find ourselves in?" He grinned. "You mentioned ice cream? I can't tell you how much I've missed ice cream. For some reason it just never tasted the same in there to me."

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quorrious
2011-09-28 10:20 pm UTC (link)

There was a small, thin smile at the first part, nodding and continuing to scratch Bit behind the ears, amused at how he just held on, purring away still and rubbing his head against her jaw, "I guess hoping that he's not doing something stupid is kind of like hoping that rain won't make everything soggy. But at least he's got Alan to keep an eye on him, Roy too, and a few others."

She nodded then, leaving that line of thought aside as well, as she'd done often enough since her arrival here, "I did mention ice cream, and it just so happens that I know where to get some around here." A pause, "Well, not right here, but in the city, and it's easy to get there."

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zendude
2011-09-30 09:57 am UTC (link)

Alan...that was a comfort. Alan had always had more good sense than anyone else Flynn knew. He'd keep an eye on Sam. And perhaps after his experiences in the Grid, Sam would even be willing to have an eye kept on him. Flynn would trust to that.

In the meantime, he'd do what he could to look after Quorra. As he had done for countless years. "Well then, kiddo, give me a few minutes to change out of these zen robes and into something that's less likely to draw attention, and you can show me the way."

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	quorrious 2011-09-30 01:24 pm UTC (link)
	"It's New York." She said with a laugh, "You'll need more than zen robes to draw attention." She smiled then, giving Bit another scritch, "But we can wait." (Reply to this)

	zendude 2011-10-03 08:15 pm UTC (link)
	"Good point." Flynn grinned at her. "Still, easier to walk around in something else. I'll be right back. And then you can start catching me up on what the world is like nowadays." (Reply to this)

	quorrious 2011-10-03 08:20 pm UTC (link)
	She perched herself on the steps to wait, humming softly and sliding Bit down from her shoulder to let him roam, though he didn't go far, just settled himself on the step beside her, head tilted, tail looped over his front paws. It was funny, really, how similar the pair of them could look, eyes half closed, content to enjoy the breeze. (Reply to this)