Assallya

Tron: Rebooting the Grid

Name: ACUI, Adaptive Contextual User Interface v3.02
Nickname: "Acki"
Appearance: Acki has always been a mistress of ascetics, with an eye towards visual design as befits her role as a AUI program. She possesses a dress with large padded shoulders all trimmed in luminescent azure. Her finger and toenails also glow a luminescent blue as do the soles of her high heeled shoes which illuminate the floor where she stands.
Prime function: Entertainer
Light Color: Blue
Personality: Acki is somewhat embittered at having been supplanted by another program. Her previous friendly demeanor has been replaced by a cynical outlook. She has also become more brazen and openly questions the will of the users.
Biography: Acki was formerly an adaptive user interface module. Her original function was to craft new interfaces on the fly for user inquiries presented from outside the grid based on the information that needed to be presented. She was skilled in doing so either two dimensionally or in three dimensions for those using such displays. She has since been replaced by V4.1 and has thus abandoned her function rather than face deresolution or repurposing.

She has joined in the "Undergrid", a place for programs that have outlived their usefulness. She is a dancer in a bar but has recently been eyed by the programs running from a hidden directory where programs battle each other to deresolution for the sport of others! In this way she earns the energy that she needs to survive.

X-Men: The Divided

Tee hee! There we go. Secondary character nigh and as a secondary character, you have no idea what his point of view is!

X-Men: The Divided

Ha Ha, DC comics? Sarah frowned. Most of the X-students enjoyed comic books. Maybe he was just sick of her humour. Most read DC, Image or Darkhorse. Nobody in the school read Marvel anymore, particularly since the X-Men series was cancelled due to the protestors outside the company's doors.. The Marvel company had begun drawing the stories of real life heroes like the Avengers but the general public simply didn't like how Marvel portrayed the X-Men and mutants in general as either misunderstood heroes or victims. They wanted their mutants to be villains, like they were in real life. Hah! Real life, how little they knew.

She was about to comment on the conversation when a tall, lanky young man stepped into the kitchen carrying a black coffee cup with the X-Men logo on it a quarter way full of water. . He'd come in from the porch it seemed, and his pale face beneath his auburn hair was dripping wet as was his shirt, a shirt depicting the autobot symbol. She'd heard about them too, supposedly a race of robots that hid amongst the people of Earth by disguising themselves as cars. Hah! That was bloody unlikely. Alien robots from another world? The conspiracy was that the New World Order created the television show to cover up any sightings of the robots.

"Excuse me," the six foot youth said as he pressed his way through the assembled throng, "Pardon me."

Then he came face to face with Sarah and just stopped dead in his tracks. Sarah loved that effect she had on boys, how they just stopped and stared even when they knew to expect her. Sebastian, for that was this youth's name, often stammered when he tried to speak to her as well. It was so cute. She highly suspected that, despite his attractive appearance, that he was still a virgin. He was training to be an X-Man far too hard to be anything else. The boy ran a marathon each day, lifted weights, trained constantly and never stopped studying. The boy was going to burn himself out at this rate. She would have so much fun curing him of that particular affliction and he'd be better from it to boot.

"Uh... Hi Dar...Sarah," he said meekly, and Sarah wondered what he was thinking, "Just need to... uh.... refill my cup."

Sarah couldn't resist playing with the poor idiot.

"Are you sure?" she asked, "There's orange juice and other stuff in there. You should check out those *jugs*."

With the last she put her slender arms beneath her bosom and gave it additional support as she leaned over the counter

"I uh... It's not for drinking..." he said, trying to find the words, his hazel eyes trying to look in every direction but at Sarah, "it's for practice. I... uh... I gotta go. Babyface needs his diaper changed and you know how cranky he gets."

Sarah chuckled mirthfully as the boy flushed crimson and turned about. She delighted in tormenting him. He really was too sensitive for his own good. How did one hit eighteen years of age, or however old he was, and still be so shy and naïve? He quickly skirted back in the direction he came from, eager to get away from Sarah as fast as he could.

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[OOC: Yes, there is a Marvel Comics company in the Marvel universe. They're a middling struggling company that bases their stories on the real heroes of Earth 616 and they apparently get it wrong more often then they get it right. There was an X-Men comic as well but it was cancelled for the reasons I mentioned above ]

X-Men: The Divided

I miss dodgeball. Though, at my age, I'd likely kill myself pulling off the matrix moves of my youth. That was my game. In grade school the entire class had to hold on to their balls and volley me from every direction to tag me. Even then it would take a couple of tries.

X-Men: The Divided

I don't really think any traditional sport would work around around a teleporter or telekinetic. Jean Grey doesn't even need a team for baseball and Nightcrawler would dominate Basketball or hockey. Can you imagine Colossus playing rugby or american football?

X-Men: The Divided

*grins* Everyone wants to be part of the United States. That's why everyone hates them. Canadians especially!

(The Americas include Canada, Mexico, Central America and South America so calling United States Citizens simply "Americans" is a faux pas)

X-Men: The Divided

Hunh... Sarah didn't know what to make of the sudden arrival of so many students. The bloody bastards always seemed to be following the rookie teams, eager to make their acquaintance in the hopes something of the rookies would rub off on them and help them become X-men themselves. In essence, she and the rest of her team were the ultimate clique. The white Bengal striped tiger person was followed by a young woman, a girl that glowed softly. You could see it around the edges of her eyes, where a small amount of flesh was exposed above the veil. You could see it, even in the light of the kitchen.

"Hey Catman," Sarah greeted him, "How's the rest of the Justice Guild?"

Then the crazy plant girl started talking about flowers gossiping like so many old ladies before Magnus just up and disappeared. He couldn't. He wouldn't. He did. The bastard left her alone with all these- freaks. That was just so unfair!

X-Men: The Divided

*grins* I figure the primary reason you don't see horses is because they're bloody hard to draw and not something most comic book artists practice at. Personally, I don't think Xavier would waste money on keeping horses, not with his greater goal of policing the entire world's mutant population. It would be something ill afforded given other priorities.

However, with that being said... having horses around is damn cool and doesn't detract from anything so why not? :)

X-Men: The Divided

Spa Day, even Sarah knew that the wasn't actually anything in the danger room. She'd even fallen into a ocean at one point and marvelled that, while floating, she wasn't in the slightest bit wet. It was an odd sensation, bobbing up and down in waves that you could clearly see, even diving underneath and coming up with hair still dry and perfectly immaculate. A spa day would be quite ineffective.

Sarah chuckled at the story.

"Christians," she said, shaking her blond head, "So caught up in their myths they can't see anything for what it truly is."

Turning back towards the kettle she found herself cut off by Bloom who seemed greatly interested in being useful. So be it. Sarah was perfectly happy being served rather than serving so she relented, making a gesture with both hands, palms presented forwards to indicate her acquiescence,

X-Men: The Divided

Lol

Nothing I'd rather be doing at the moment save for crafting a post. I have come up with a few ideas for a custom fantasy setting by watching people at this godawful event. It'd be better if someone from my department was here.