02-05-2016, 10:07 PM
Matrix looked across the room calmly and quietly, observing each individual as they arrived and interacted with each other and Teucer. Some alliances formed quickly and easily, while others seemed to have all sorts of pre-existing issues coming to the surface. He shook his head and ignored it, waiting on this to get started. Even though this whole scenario reminded him of the games, he'd never been in a loading screen this long before. The wait was the worst.
The only way he knew to bide his time was to size up the other participants. He didn't fully understand if they were supposed to be friend or foe, since they were working towards a common goal. What he did know is that he didn't trust any of them. If AndrAIa were here she might have scolded him for that line of thinking, but he simply couldn't help it.
As he surveyed the crowd, he suddenly locked on to one individual in particular. The man was unassuming, being dressed in a common suit. In fact, he looked like he would blend into nearly any crowd seamlessly. Maybe that was the point.
Matrix's golden cybernetic eye flipped over in his head to display the large "M" and at the same time began to glow red. His systems were identifying this man as a virus. In all travels across the Omniverse, even inside the Dataverse, his scanning functionality had never revealed a single individual to have that designation. They had been rampant in his home world, but he assumed the functionality to detect one had been removed in his transition to this one. His first thought was that it was some sort of error, that this new setting was interfering with his systems. With a virus, though, he couldn't afford to take the risk.
His annoyed glare twisted into a snarl as he moved through the crowd. He approached Smith, his false eye glowing red and his real one showing nothing but hatred. Though his gun one no longer at his side, it didn't stop him from instinctively reaching for it. Settling for clenched fists instead, he stopped before the man. He had him beat in the height department, but knew not to underestimate this individual based on that. It was all he could do not to attack. Despite his hatred of viruses, he had to confirm it.
"Virus," Matrix's voice was dripping with venom as he confronted Smith. "What are you doing here?"
The only way he knew to bide his time was to size up the other participants. He didn't fully understand if they were supposed to be friend or foe, since they were working towards a common goal. What he did know is that he didn't trust any of them. If AndrAIa were here she might have scolded him for that line of thinking, but he simply couldn't help it.
As he surveyed the crowd, he suddenly locked on to one individual in particular. The man was unassuming, being dressed in a common suit. In fact, he looked like he would blend into nearly any crowd seamlessly. Maybe that was the point.
Matrix's golden cybernetic eye flipped over in his head to display the large "M" and at the same time began to glow red. His systems were identifying this man as a virus. In all travels across the Omniverse, even inside the Dataverse, his scanning functionality had never revealed a single individual to have that designation. They had been rampant in his home world, but he assumed the functionality to detect one had been removed in his transition to this one. His first thought was that it was some sort of error, that this new setting was interfering with his systems. With a virus, though, he couldn't afford to take the risk.
His annoyed glare twisted into a snarl as he moved through the crowd. He approached Smith, his false eye glowing red and his real one showing nothing but hatred. Though his gun one no longer at his side, it didn't stop him from instinctively reaching for it. Settling for clenched fists instead, he stopped before the man. He had him beat in the height department, but knew not to underestimate this individual based on that. It was all he could do not to attack. Despite his hatred of viruses, he had to confirm it.
"Virus," Matrix's voice was dripping with venom as he confronted Smith. "What are you doing here?"