02-07-2016, 01:26 AM
"I'll give you a constructive..."
Matrix let his sentence trail off into silence. He had begun to raise a fist, but paused and looked around the room they were trapped in. Not knowing who all of these other people were, and not to mention the incredible power the Spirit had displayed in getting them here, he probably didn't need let this collapse into violence. Yet.
The glow in his eye dimmed slightly, but it didn't turn off completely. This matched Matrix's disposition fairly well, as he was doing his best to calm himself, but the anger was still there. It may have been misplaced and even unfair to direct it in this man's direction, but his systems had never been wrong before. Viruses had ruined his life, and he swore to delete every last one he ever encountered.
The man he'd painted as an adversary was calm and relaxed, however. That unnerved him even more, because no virus he had ever encountered had been so eloquent or collected. That is, no virus except the most dangerous one he'd ever crossed. For Matrix's blatant aggression to be answered with such composure wasn't something he wasn't used to. People were simpler than that, and emotion usually met emotion.
He let his fists relax, and the red glare from his eye vanished entirely. He took a breath to reel in his own feelings, and had to mentally remind himself that he had no friends or allies here to back him up. Admittedly, the man he'd just blindly confronted was the closest thing he had to a kindred spirit in this room.
And on that note, Matrix couldn't help but feel a little awkward. His actions had likely deemed him as an undesirable to any casual observer of this exchange. On any given day, that wouldn't bother him, but here he was unprepared and unequipped. He kept a stone cold, emotionless face as he stared Smith down, but that certainly didn't match the confusion and borderline panic he felt inside.
"Alright then, 'champion,'" Matrix spoke slowly, as he carefully chose each individual word. "I don't know what you are. I've hunted viruses all over the land I come from, but you're the first sprite to trigger my viral sensors since I arrived here."'
He paused briefly, taking his eyes off the man to quickly scan the room and observe the factions that were beginning to form. Matrix's eyes returned to Smith, and he snarled at what he was about to say, because it disgusted him to his very core.
"I need someone to work with, though," Matrix continued. "I've got a lot better things to do than stick around here. The sooner I get through this, the better. I can't imagine you feel any different."
Never would the renegade have guessed he'd be the one offering an alliance with a virus, but he had to keep a level head. For all he knew his eye was still malfunctioning and this person was completely normal. In the absence of those he trusted, he would have to be his own voice of reason. That might be the tallest order of all.
Matrix let his sentence trail off into silence. He had begun to raise a fist, but paused and looked around the room they were trapped in. Not knowing who all of these other people were, and not to mention the incredible power the Spirit had displayed in getting them here, he probably didn't need let this collapse into violence. Yet.
The glow in his eye dimmed slightly, but it didn't turn off completely. This matched Matrix's disposition fairly well, as he was doing his best to calm himself, but the anger was still there. It may have been misplaced and even unfair to direct it in this man's direction, but his systems had never been wrong before. Viruses had ruined his life, and he swore to delete every last one he ever encountered.
The man he'd painted as an adversary was calm and relaxed, however. That unnerved him even more, because no virus he had ever encountered had been so eloquent or collected. That is, no virus except the most dangerous one he'd ever crossed. For Matrix's blatant aggression to be answered with such composure wasn't something he wasn't used to. People were simpler than that, and emotion usually met emotion.
He let his fists relax, and the red glare from his eye vanished entirely. He took a breath to reel in his own feelings, and had to mentally remind himself that he had no friends or allies here to back him up. Admittedly, the man he'd just blindly confronted was the closest thing he had to a kindred spirit in this room.
And on that note, Matrix couldn't help but feel a little awkward. His actions had likely deemed him as an undesirable to any casual observer of this exchange. On any given day, that wouldn't bother him, but here he was unprepared and unequipped. He kept a stone cold, emotionless face as he stared Smith down, but that certainly didn't match the confusion and borderline panic he felt inside.
"Alright then, 'champion,'" Matrix spoke slowly, as he carefully chose each individual word. "I don't know what you are. I've hunted viruses all over the land I come from, but you're the first sprite to trigger my viral sensors since I arrived here."'
He paused briefly, taking his eyes off the man to quickly scan the room and observe the factions that were beginning to form. Matrix's eyes returned to Smith, and he snarled at what he was about to say, because it disgusted him to his very core.
"I need someone to work with, though," Matrix continued. "I've got a lot better things to do than stick around here. The sooner I get through this, the better. I can't imagine you feel any different."
Never would the renegade have guessed he'd be the one offering an alliance with a virus, but he had to keep a level head. For all he knew his eye was still malfunctioning and this person was completely normal. In the absence of those he trusted, he would have to be his own voice of reason. That might be the tallest order of all.