Sprite-y Sword Practice

[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

From what she's been hearing since she came in, Mouse apparently missed a real good dust-up the other night. Kind of a pity: ever since Ray Tracer got sent out to do some recon on Daemon's forces, she's been restless. A fight would've helped her shake the jaggies out. Well, it might've gotten her in the cells too, and then gotten Dot on her case. So maybe it's just as well that she didn't throw a few punches after all.

At least she can do sword forms outside. And enjoy the moon and stars, things they don't have back in Mainframe. Mouse glides easily across the grass, cutting down imaginary enemies.

She seems to be pretty good at it too. If you tell her so, she will thank you for the compliment and tell you she's even better at cutting down real enemies.

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[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

"Thing is," Mouse continues, sighing, "The Users don't even know we exist. We didn't know that 'till we got here. I hardly need t'tell ya that it was a bit of a shock, but it explains a lotta things - the Games, the fooling around with system settin's, even the viruses. Kinda."

[seker-pride.livejournal.com]

Some Users know you guys exist, but saying so is canon puncture.

Very bad.

"It is a very complex world," he agrees. "Is there any magic in it?"

Or highly advanced technology, which is almost the same thing.

[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

This strikes Mouse as kind of a funny question - maybe because of the way Strahan said it, although she's not totally sure.

"Just in some'a the Games," she replies. "But it's code, just like everythin' else. Only it's code we don't know too well. We don't got religion, either," she adds, because it seems to her like a logical next question. "We know the Users made us, an' most've us don't know why, 'cept the ones who've been here. An' we all know it ain't no use askin' 'em for anythin'."

[seker-pride.livejournal.com]

It makes total sense to Strahan. Magic's a part of his very being, so it would.

That was more than he'd asked for, and yet, pretty much a lot of what he would've asked for anyways.

"So you are all children of the users the way my people the Ihlini and our brother race the Cheysuli are the children of the gods."

That makes sense to him too.

[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

Mouse doesn't just shoot off a quick response. She actually gives it some thought, for a few seconds. "No," she says slowly, "I don't think so, sugar. We ain't the Users' children or anythin' like that. They just made us, by accident, an' they don't know we're there."

They seem to have come to a point where certain concepts are getting lost in translation.

[seker-pride.livejournal.com]

Y'think?

"Children can be born of accident or of design," he says with some level of experience. "But they are still the children of their maker, intended or no."

Well. Never expected Strahan to have this level of insight into things.

[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

Mouse shrugs. "I dunno, Sugar. The way we were made don't seem t'have much in common with co-processin' by accident, if y'know what I mean." Sprites also don't attach the shades of meaning to the word 'children' that most other forms of life do.

[seker-pride.livejournal.com]

Strahan actually manages to get what "co-processed" means.

"The gods did not mate with each other to make us," he says as calmly as he can. This is starting to become somewhat unnerving. Which is odd, all things considered. "They created us with whatever they had on hand and put us on the Earth.

So we are their children. In a way."

[l33t-mouse.livejournal.com]

"I c'n sorta process that," Mouse says, "but sounds like your folks did it on purpose an' they knew where y'were an' all that. Sorry if I seem t'be a little BASIC, here, but as I said, we ain't got gods, I didn't learn about 'em 'till recently, an' they still don't make no sense."