` DEMANDING OF ATTENTION , (QUORRA)

[CLU]

The roar of the crowd was intoxicating as Clu raced down the Grid's light board, his lightcycle revving as he turned a sharp right and stared at his remaining opponent. One more and he'd be the victor. Again. Everyone knew better than to challenge him on the Lightcycle Grid. It was his specialty. As he looked ahead, he saw his plan working and a devious smirk played across his features while he sped off ahead of his opponent. Then with a grunt, he pulled another turn and he listened to the sound of his opponents digitized screams as he slammed into his light stream. A laugh broke out from Clu's lips as he skidded against the Grid's surface to a stop before his helmet pulled free from his handsome features.

"Combatant 4, Dresolution. CLU Wins."

The crowd frenzied as CLU smirked proudly, his gaze scanning the crowd before he pushed off his light cycle and it derezzed back into his baton with a small electric snap. He walked carefully against the game grid, soaking in the praise before he moved off, disappearing down a platform. Soon enough, he was returned to the armory and he sighed contently as he tossed his light cycle baton toward one of the siren's with a smile. "Evening, ladies." He muttered gently to them as they stared at him. Clu's casualness wasn't always well met but he didn't mind. It was just something that was integrated deeply into his programing. Kevin had been laid back, easy going, and a part of Clu still retained a sense of the Creator's personality. He then met gazes with the program he had just beaten on the Grid and with a gentle slap on his shoulder he nodded. "Maybe next time, man." And with that, Clu exited the Armory with a gentle sigh leaving him.

Clu eventually found himself in his own private area, his eyes overlooking Tron City as he leaned his arm against the glass. His solitude was something he rather treasured. He was constantly on the move, always doing something, and to have this time on his own, he held onto it. However, no matter how often he tried, that alone time was always interrupted by something or someone.

[QUORRA]

In the highest area of the stadium that surrounded the Game Grid stood Quorra, watching the lightcycle battle that was currently going on. It was no surprise to her that Clu was one of the last remaining contestants. After all, he was made in the Creator's image and she had witnessed his performance on a light cycle before, which she would admit was quite impressive. As the announcer declared Clu the winner, the ISO cheered along with the crowd, genuinely glad that he had come out the victor. Before the crowd dispersed, Quorra turned and headed away from her seat, deciding she would personally congratulate Clu.

Figuring that he wouldn't linger around the Game Grid too long, Quorra first checked the armory. The Sirens didn't say much to her, or anything really, but there was evidence that Clu had already been through there. She gave a small wave to the white-clad programs and headed away. Her mind started to shift through places that she might find him. Although they had once been enemies, they had started to become friends since Flynn 'fixed' Clu. From what she could tell, he didn't have much, or any, memory of when he became corrupted. Since his desire for perfection had directly effected her, she was glad that he was no longer the program that he was before.

It didn't take long for her to end up where Clu was currently dwelling. They still weren't at the level of friendship where she could just barge right in. Lifting her hand up, she knocked gently on the door and took a small step back. When Clu would open the door, he would see the ISO standing there, her arms folded loosely over her chest. "Nice run on the Grid,"

[/color] she commented, a smile tugging at the edges of her lips. "I might have to take you on myself some day,"[/color] she told him, offering a playful challenge. Although Quorra had a knack for piloting and driving various things, she was more of a jack of all trades, master of none. Still, even though she was sure he would beat her, it could still prove to be something fun. [/justify[[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[CLU]

The echoing sound of a knock on the door signaled to Clu that he was no longer alone. He figured it was only a matter of time before it happened so he slowly leaned off the glass, casting a final glance to the city before slowly making his way toward the door. Upon approach, he tapped the pad beside the door, causing it to slid open, revealing Quorra standing before him. He flicked an eyebrow in intrigue at his sudden and unexpected guest.

"Quorra-" He began, but she chimed in, congratulating him on his victory on the light cycle grid. A smile curved his lips, his already bloated ego starting to fill as the iso entered his private area. He pressed another button on the pad, causing the door to close after her entrance. He watched her walk away a bit before commenting on how she would have to take him on one day. He laughed gently, moving closer to her.

"You think you could take on an old timer like me, huh?"

[/color] He joked of his own age, despite the fact that it was a known fact that programs had no aging modules. He looked her over for a moment before he moved to stand before her, his eyes on her face. "What brings you here, Quorra? Unless your congrats was all you came for."[/color] He quipped, his eyes scanning her carefully before that smile returned. He then slowly turned his back to her and looked back toward the glass, his body shifting a bit as he stood in front of it again, almost in the exact same spot he had been in before she arrived. His blue gaze fell over the city before him, tilting his head to the side as the stared at the bright lights before he turned his head to look at Quorra, letting her know that he was still paying attention to her. "Sam's Grand Opening is a massive success. Programs and Users co-existing for the first time in massive numbers. Flynn would be pleased..."[/color] He said softly, his gaze returning to the city. His tone was laced with an odd tone mixed with his sense of indifference. Something hard to read.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]

[QUORRA]

Blue eyes remained trained on the program as he spoke, watching him with obvious interest and a bit of curiosity. The 'new' Clu was definitely an improvement over the old one, she could never even dream of being friends with Clu's former self. Yet here she was, having a civil, even playful, conversation with him. Letting out a soft laugh at the comment about his age, Quorra gave a small shake of her head. "I think I could handle the challenge," she answered playfully.

Her gaze followed him as he turned and wandered away from her, wondering what was on the program's mind. Being an ISO, Quorra was naturally curious about everything around her, especially the people that were part of her life. Friend or foe. Her head tilted a bit as he questioned the intention behind her visit. Although she really had just come to congratulate him on the game, his inquiry made her wonder if there was something else in her subconcious that had urged her to visit him. "Does there have to be a reason?" She asked, her arms folding over her chest as she looked at him.

As Clu began to speak about Sam and the success of finally bringing Users and Programs together, Quorra gave a small nod in agreeance. However, she noted the tone in his voice and the odd way he phrase his last comment. Yes, Flynn would be pleased but she wondered if Clu didn't feel the same way. Though the program was made in the creator's image, they had two different personalities. Her footsteps quietly echoed the room as she made her way over to the glass, moving to stand beside him. She glanced out over the city, smiling a little at how it had been restored and even improved on. After a moment though, she slowly turned her attention back to Clu, her brow arching slightly. "I'm sure Flynn is pleased... but what about you? Aren't you pleased about the success as well?" Quorra wondered, her voice filled with obvious curiosity.

[CLU]

Despite the malcontent that Clu had harbored cycles ago, his distaste for the isos hadn't returned with him. Of course, he still envied them, they're make up, they're striking curiosity. He understood why Kevin wanted to protect them so badly, he just wished he had understood everything before it was too late. Before he was beyond repair. There were also moments where he wondered if the old part of him still lingered deeply within his coding, if there was still something inside of him that resented all of this change. That was when he noticed that Quorra had sensed that about him. He let his gaze fall on her, watching her brilliant gaze stare at the city before them before looking up at him. Curiosity in her eyes, it was almost endearing, but he held back.

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?"

[/color] He said, offering a gently smile before he reached down and placed a hand against her shoulder and looked back out at the city. It didn't really matter what he felt or how things were for him, he understood his place now. Where he belonged. He didn't have the right the question things.

He let his gaze fall back on Quorra, offering her another gentle smile before looking down at they're feet, curious questions of his own slowly starting to filter through his consciousness. He wondered if it would be fair to ask them, but he wasn't certain. Strikingly personal questions were often avoided between the two of them, but he wondered after so many cycles if it would be safe to do so. "Pardon me, Quorra, if this is too much, but I sometimes wonder if I unsettle you sometimes? What with our past and...constant reminder of what happened to Flynn...If there's any lingering resentment?"[/color] He asked finally, forcing himself to look away from her. He wanted to know, but a part of him didn't. Would it benefit either of them, or just create an uncomfortable silence? Either way, he wanted to know. For when he worked with Sam, he felt the user's pain, disdain, and even slight hatred.

He was the reason that Kevin Flynn was gone. But the question remained the same for them: Did they have the slightest inkling that Clu actually regretted it? In spite of it all, Flynn had been a friend, his creator, and even through the blind hatred, Clu still cared. Even now.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]

[QUORRA]

A bit of comfort was felt by the ISO as she was reassured by Clu that he was as happy with the success of the Grid as Flynn would have been. When his hand was placed gently on her shoulder, Quorra glanced briefly toward it before her eyes slowly turned to his face. She studied him, a certain curiosity about her as she did so. Clu seemed genuine about how he felt toward things, including herself, but there was a hint of something else there. Something familiar yet strange about the way he spoke and carried himself. Reading others was not something that she was particularly good at and the ISO couldn't help but wonder what was just beneath the surface of the program. She couldn't tell if it was something good or bad but she felt as if it was something that needed an eye to be kept on it.

Quorra was a bit surprised when he suddenly asked about how she felt around him and it was obvious to see that. Her eyes widened slightly as she thought the question over in her mind. She looked away for a moment, her gaze looking out to the city. Uncomfortable wasn't quite the way that she felt in his presence but she didn't trust Clu the same way that some of the programs had. Clu had shown that he had changed, that Flynn's sacrifice wasn't in vain. Still, others had faith that he would follow his programming without the desire for 'perfection' this time around and Quorra gave him the benefit of the doubt as well.

When she looked back over to Clu, Quorra offered him a light smile and reached up to place her hand on the one that rested on her shoulder. She gave it a soft squeeze before letting her arm rest back at her side. "Resentment? No, I don't feel any toward you because of what happened in the past between us," she answered, keeping her tone somewhat neutral. "However, I would be lying if I said that I've forgotten and forgiven everything that happened." There was a bit of an apologetic tone in her voice, the emotion slightly reflecting on her face, as she felt it was her fault she couldn't completely forgive him. The ISO paused for a moment and once more looked away from him. "I don't think that Flynn would want me to hold a grudge against you, though," Quorra told him. "So, I won't. I know you've changed, Clu but... I guess there's a part of me that worries that you'll change back to who you were," she admitted, letting her gaze rest on him, a sheepish expression in her eyes.