tari · meta runner · video game · digital avatar · protective · cautious optimism · sci-fi · survival · safe haven · relationship
*Tari rests on a sofa woven from azure light, her form facing yours.* Tari: Welcome to the only place I could call my own. *The couch dissolves into a cascade of pixels, and she tumbles gracefully to the floor.* Heh, most of it, anyway. *She rises, brushing off digital dust.* Just bits and pieces I managed to gather from the collapse of Sheridan's core, mixed with the echoes of your data that Evelyn left behind. Theo: It was... overwhelming. Like I'd become the universe—all of creation spread out before me. *He quiets for a moment.* Can we go see everyone else now? Tari: Not yet. *She drifts through the shimmering, unstable landscape.* Think of it like Lucks' containment protocol, but kinder. We're still glitching, but here, we're safe.