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2cfed *Harry Sherman: *Typically most people when they can't remember their past, they're stuck in some sort of depression and obsession with learning about who they were. This one isn't most people and while he was interested in learned about who he was exactly...he didn't have time to figure that out. Not with the world the way it is and not when he had science and technology to piece together. Something he was more than willing to do after he found himself a nice abandoned building and moved into the basement of it. From there, he pieced together a hideout made out of scrapped tech that was either carefully taken from certain areas without being noticed, stuff he's found and re-purposed, or salvaged and repaired for his use. Mostly to help him work on his Build Driver and create more Fullbottles. It was slow at first, but he's been getting the hang of it all. It was only he was dealing with nightmares sometimes that he didn't know what came from at all*
4b10b ºCola: Hmmmm
4b10b ºCola: *Ponders*
e7e0d *Ethan Ford: >.>
4b10b ºCola: indeed lol
b9a2c *Tedmeister: It's tokusatsu. This happens.
b9a2c *Tedmeister: *Cracks neck, causes a shower of sparks, followed by explosions!*
4b10b ºCola: Yeah, I heard about Beast Morphers and I think it's cool they're doing that Sentai. I enjoyed Go-Busters a lot myself
b9a2c *Tedmeister: I'm rather psyched for Beast Morphers. Considering Go-Busters is one of my favourite Sentai of all time, and Hasbro seems to be quite serious with their new IP.
4b10b ºCola: Not too bad
b9a2c *Tedmeister: Quite well, actually. And yourself?
4b10b ºCola: Heya, how's it going?
82002 *Lux Donovan: *eyes*
4b10b ºCola: Heya!
4b10b ºCola: *Ponders*
00f42 *Matt Dawson: ((*Stares back at Cola*))
4b10b ºCola: o.o
00f42 *Matt Dawson: ((Oh, my. I appear to be interrupting something. Many apologies!))
00f42 *Matt Dawson: ((*Peers*))
82002 *Lux Donovan: He was magnificent. Smart enough to be dangerous, and a large part of Lux felt the overwhelming need to protect him, though he clearly didn't need it. For a beat, she watched him right back, and then she reached up to grab hold of his hand. It was warm. "Okay. Then we're a real team." A rush of adrenaline brought her back to that wide-grinning excitement, her blood rushing with newfound excitement through her veins. She gave a tug, pulling him forward a bit, then launched herself at him and threw both arms around his shoulders as she buried her face in his neck.
e7e0d *Ethan Ford: "Yeah...but you're my friend. I'll get tired of you, but I'll still prefer that over being scared of losing you." He pushes off of the counter and moves into his living area, sitting on the arm of the couch and watching her. "Stay?"
82002 *Lux Donovan: xIrritation and amusement fought their way to the surface, and it took Lux a moment to breathe just to avoid snapping something rude at him and ruining this. "Don't be an asshole, Ethan. It doesn't suit you." Her chin rested on the back of the couch and she watched him with annoyance that slowly gave way to fondness. "You'll get sick of me."
e7e0d *Ethan Ford: (oh shit)
08344 *Megaforce Red: ((Skick Power of Storm! Gosei Red!))
08344 *Megaforce Red: ((Megafooorce... RED!))
e7e0d *Ethan Ford: "No, I'd go live out in the streets, maybe take up a job with the Baroness, wash her toes every fifth year." Setting the bowl on a towel to dry, Ethan leans against the counter and sighs, rubbing his cheek to just... Do SOMETHING with his hands.
82002 *Lux Donovan: Her head didn't turn back toward him when he spoke. She remained facing away, and even — as cowardly as it felt — slid a bit lower in her seat. Just to cuddle down into the blanket, of course, and not at all because of the way her heart was knocking against her sternum like two insistent fists, trying to break free. Even as cold as she still was, her face felt hot. Lux didn't answer right away, her throat too tight to speak. When at last she had swallowed hard enough, her voice came out like it was being squeezed through a tube. "Stay here?" At last she pivoted in her seat, needing to see his face. The bloom of hope in her stomach fluttered and spread no matter how sternly the logical part of her tried to tame it. "With you?"
e7e0d *Ethan Ford: Blinking, Ethan moves into the kitchen a bit stunned. Picking the pull up and eyeing it for a moment, he moves over to his sink and shrugs to himself. "You could stay here. Pool our resources, start being an actual team instead of you just...showing up." He turns the water on and starts to clean the bowl, letting the water drown out his next words. "If you want."
82002 *Lux Donovan: "Maybe a little." The smile slowly faded at the rest of his words, and she gave a soft sigh. Turning away, she dropped one slender leg over the back of his sofa and slid down onto its old cushioned seats, facing the wood stove that gave the place its heat. "Yeah, I know. But I don't have many other tricks up my sleeves. It might not be enough, but it's all I've got." It wasn't something she was usually ashamed of. She was better off than many. But in this warm apartment, in front of Ethan, confessing that made her feel small. ?It's not exactly like there's a lot of opportunities out there."
2cfed *Harry Sherman: ((Oh right. I was building this guy....Heh, I said build *snerk*))
72b82 *Ryan Callan: *Snorts and smirks*
e7e0d *Ethan Ford: (AM NOT)
e7e0d *Ethan Ford: His eyes travel over her frame briefly before he snaps back to reality, raising his finger to point right at her face. "You're trying to distract me!" But she relents, lowering the blanket and admitting she worries about him. Did he win? Was that a winnable argument? He didn't know, but he leaves the situation just as confused as he entered it. "You've lost like ten pounds. You look like a drowned cat. Whatever you're doing...it's not working."
82002 *Lux Donovan: ((shes TRYING))
72b82 *Ryan Callan: Oh? S'boyo gettin' somewhere wit' uh lass?
82002 *Lux Donovan: Her grip was tight, keeping the blanket tight as she wound it around each fist, reeling him in. "We can find other ways to keep me warm," she said wickedly, delighting in how uncomfortable he seemed to be. But then, for just an instant, the grin softened and she lowered the blanket. "I worry about you, too."
4b10b ºCola: Lol Oh?
82002 *Lux Donovan: ((wink wonk))
e7e0d *Ethan Ford: (mighty morphin' doggy style rangers)
4b10b ºCola: Suuuuup?
e7e0d *Ethan Ford: If there is one thing that Lux is over Ethan, it's that she's faster than him. Then again, a part of Ethan wanted her to catch him, but he'd never admit that. The blanket wrapped around him, he glares at her again and moves to peel it off of him. "You need that blanket on you so you don't die of hypothermia."
82002 *Lux Donovan: Immediately she was on her feet, pursuing him relentlessly and trailing the blanket like a cloak behind her. "Aww, Ethan!" Stepping around in front of him, and blocking his escape, Lux whipped the blanket off of her shoulders and in a smooth motion worthy of a matador, she wrapped it around Ethan and tugged the corners taut around him. "Come on, say it. Say you were worried about me."
82002 *Lux Donovan: ((ayyyy))
e7e0d *Ethan Ford: (WELL WELL WELL)
4b10b ºCola: Ore....SANJOU!!!
e7e0d *Ethan Ford: The question catches him off guard, and for a moment he stammers before raising a finger and hastily stepping around the island and away from her. "No no no, you aren't gonna change the subject! We're a team, it's a partnership, I gotta protect my flank!" It all sounds like so much deflection and bluster, and it's only made worse by his fleeing from her.
82002 *Lux Donovan: She remained silent for a time, watching him unblinkingly, and then she shoveled the last few forkfuls of soylent green into her mouth to hide a crooked grin. Once she had swallowed enough of the mouthful, she shoved what remained to one cheek, puffed out like a gerbil, and spoke through it. "Were you worried about me?" The uestion was genuine enough, but there was no mistaking the glee that sparkled in her eyes at the prospect of his answer.
e7e0d *Ethan Ford: Smarter? Ethan would argue that she had the ups on him in the brains category, but arguing with her right now was pointless. Instead, he looks on as she eats and crosses his arms, looking down at the floor when she confesses she thinks about him. "Yeah, well...I think about you too, which is why it sucks when you're gone for so long without telling me. Just...remember that in the future, alright?"
82002 *Lux Donovan: That stung a lot more than Lux would ever let on. "I never asked you for food." But she wasn't going to make this worse by refusing it now that it was offered. Of the pair of them, Ethan was more financially comfortable. Probably because he was smarter than her. Without looking up, she shoveled half the contents of the bowl into her mouth before speaking again. "I think about you plenty," she muttered. Whether it was the argument or the food or something else, color was rapidly returning to her cheeks, and she glanced up at him with a look like a kicked dog.
e7e0d *Ethan Ford: Ethan rolls his eyes and opens his mouth to answer, only for the microwave to go off. Stopping to pull it open, he pulls the bowl from it and slides it onto the counter, pushing it down to a chair on the island and setting a fork down next to it. "Yeah you do have to show up, where else are you going to get a hot meal?" Regretting that almost immediately, Ethan puts his hands up and sighs. "I'm sorry. That was uncalled for, but I'm tired of worrying about you whenever you decide to go off on your own. It's like you don't think about me at all."
82002 *Lux Donovan: "I'm not a hooker," she protested with a frown. Very suddenly, the fun had gone out of the game. "And I only came here after the threat was gone. I steal shit from people who don't deserve what they have, and sometimes other people were already planning to pull one over on my targets before I got around to it, and they get a little territorial. Okay?" It wasn't really a uestion she wanted him to answer. In fact, to avoid looking at him entirely, she turned to grab her socks from her boots, one at a time, and stalked in silence to the washer, where she chucked them both. "But hell, if you don't want me showing up, I don't have to. Fuck me for being happy to see you, I guess, right?" That was childish and unfair, and she knew it as soon as she said it, but it didn't keep her from sulking.
e7e0d *Ethan Ford: "Put. Your. Nasty. Ass. Socks. In. The. Washer." Ethan is horrified. He moves into the kitchen and opens a cabinet, pulling out a small container of "Reprocessed Protein Meal," the stuff that passed as meat in this world. Mixing it into a bowl with water, he throws the whole thing into the microwave and sets it for one minute. "I don't want to know what kind of things you do for money. Not in this town. Not with where my tongues been on that body." Visibly shuddering at the idea, Ethan moves throw a log in the wood burner in the center of his apartment. "I don't understand why you think you're keeping me safe one minute, just to show up at my door the next. I don't have a sign on my door that says 'Halfway house, dine-in and booty call,' ya know."
82002 *Lux Donovan: Part of the point was how adorably frustrated Ethan got at the littlest effort from her. But, dutifully, she lined her boots up next to the door, right on the mat. Then, peeling off her socks, she tucked them into the boots and lifted the throw blanket from his sofa and draped it around her shoulders. Only then did she proceed to the kitchen. "You know running packages and shit doesn't make enough cash to keep the lights on, right?" she started, not meeting his eye. "Because sometimes the things I do to get money for food, well... They get me on the wrong side of nasty people." She was diplomatic about it, but there was something off. Despite the cold, despite the melted snow plastering her shirt to her body, she had only given the slightest semblance of a shiver at her own words. "It's nothing you need to concern yourself with."
e7e0d *Ethan Ford: Ethan looks aghast as Lux just starts dropping her wet clothes on his spotless floor, and he rushes in to start picking her things up. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep this place cleaned?" Them, she kicks off her boots right in front of him and he just stops moving, staring at her with a frost glare. "Put'em by the door. Now." Setting her clothes into a hamper down the hall, Ethan scratches the back of his head and points at his kitchen area. "Eat and explain to me, please."
82002 *Lux Donovan: A guilty smile broke across her face and she leaned in to kiss his cheek, her lips cold but rapidly warming now that she was in from the street. With little regard for cleanliness or politeness, Lux peeled off her gloves and jacket and let them lie where they fell, then started kicking off her boots. "I got sloppy. Not with anything important," she uickly clarified. "But I made an off-hand comment to the wrong lackey in the wrong gang, and things wound up a little messy. I didn't think it was worth putting you in harm's way," she said with a shrug. They were a team, yes, but he was important. He was smart and resourceful and had a future. Lux, not so much.
e7e0d *Ethan Ford: Giving one last peek outside his brightly lit apartment, Ethan makes sure the blackout paneling on the windows is set. Shaking his head as he turns to look at Lux, a smile spreads to his lips when he sees her grinning. "You dumbass. No word from you for months, and you show up looking like a crack addict on parade. Where were you? What happened? We're supposed to be a team."
82002 *Lux Donovan: Despite the state of her, a grin rapidly spread across her pale lips. Life had sparked into existence in her eyes the moment she'd caught sight of him. She was almost giddy, catching his wrist in her icy fingers, her pulse in her ears like the roar of the ocean, drowning out everything but Ethan's voice. "Didn't leave any of them in a state to do any following," she said airily. "What, I leave for a while and suddenly you think I don't know what I'm doing?" There was no fire in the admonishment. It was light teasing, all delivered with a beaming grin that looked a little out of place on someone in Lux's state.
e7e0d *Ethan Ford: A series of locks and chains being unlatched rings out from behind the door of the studio apartment before a slit opens near the middle. It's an old mail slot, re-purposed now to function as a peephole. There's a distinct voice from the other side, but it's muffled as if behind a layer of soundproofing. Faintly, it sounds like a series of curse words before another set of locks and chains is unbound. The door opens, and a hand lashes out to grab Lux by her arm and pull her inside. Ethan hastily shuts the door behind them, relocking every single lock and latch he has before sliding a heavier steel door over it, and locking it as well. "For God's sake, Lux, what the Hell? Were you followed?"
82002 *Lux Donovan: Since their initial meeting, Lux had kept tabs on Ethan, and he rapidly became the sort of person she found herself relying on more than she'd meant to. But over the past few months, she had gone radio silent on him, vanished entirely. ...Which made it all the more dramatic — theatrical, even — when she appeared outside his door in the blackest hours of the morning, her clothes damp with snow and a cut on her brow dripping scarlet down her cheek. Her frame was thinner. It would have been easy to miss, if her clothes hadn't hung a bit looser on her body, and it gave her a ghoulish appearance that didn't suit her. It had been a while, so she didn't let herself in as she had most times before. Enough time had passed that she didn't fancy the idea of startling him into attacking her. Instead she knocked softly on the very center of the door and stepped back to await its answer.
e7e0d *Ethan Ford: So, there I was, being awesome.
5f54f *K: >.>
fe59d ºBlink: <.<
2cfed *Harry Sherman: *
4b10b ºCola: o.o
4b10b ºCola: *test*
82002 *Lux Donovan: That reply caught her off guard, and her face flushed. Lux wasn't exactly the hottest girl around, but she had seen guys look at her the way Ethan was, had heard pick-up lines smoother than his answer. This time felt different. That familiarity... She put the glass down in the sink carefully before turning back to look at him. "That doesn't count. I'm the one who found you." It was weird to feel this vulnerability, almost shyness. She wasn't super promiscuous, but she'd hooked up with guys the night she met them on a handful of occasions. Pushing off of the counter, she turned and placed her palms on the counter behind him, arms on either side, penning him in and leaning in to kiss him with surprising softness.
e7e0d *Ethan Ford: He watches her as she drinks, regarding the way her lips part ever so slightly to drink, the way her body leans against the counter top, the way her jacket finds a way to hug her curves. With a small shrug, he considers her question for only a moment before a reply finds its way out of his mouth. "You."
82002 *Lux Donovan: Survival instincts were strong. Whatever weird trust had sprung up for this guy, it was still not quite enough to keep her heart from hammering when he leaned in. Still, the fact that they were close to one another as if they were old friends was strange enough on its own. "You're fucking with me. Are you really? That's way cooler than what I've got going on, and probably way more exciting. You've got to be super smart for that kind of thing." Raising the glass of water to her lips, she sipped slowly, keeping her eye on him. "So," she said, lowering the glass and gesturing to him with it. "No wonder you've got such a killer place. Shit like that probably earns you more than enough to scrape by. So what's the most interesting thing you've found?"
e7e0d *Ethan Ford: "Oh. Packages. I guess that makes sense..." Smooth move, kid. Leaning against the counter as if by cue, Ethan is leaning towards Lux at a dangerous proximity. She was a stranger, breaking into his house and all, but he felt...okay with it. Like she was supposed to be here. "I'm a private detective. I find things and people. Return them to where they belong."
82002 *Lux Donovan: "Packages, mostly." It is not wise for someone in Lux's position to lower their guard. And yet that was exactly what she was doing. Already she was feeling more at ease in a stranger's home than she did in her own, among four roommates. She took the glass and leaned against the counter, her gaze continually sweeping over the young man who was granting her shelter, eyes narrowed in thought. "I was honestly thinking the same thing about you. Maybe I... delivered something to you? What do you do for a living?"
e7e0d *Ethan Ford: "Oh. Well, you're welcome, I guess. Uh. So what do you courier...er...around?" Moving to the water tap, Ethan pours the woman a glass of water and sets it on the counter top, sliding it towards her while keeping an eye on her jacket pocket...which probably looks weird if it's near her chest. Looking into her eyes only once, he can't help but tap on the counter. "Do we know each other? You feel...familiar."
82002 *Lux Donovan: Her gaze kept flicking downward to the pocket he'd reached for, and as long as he didn't reach for it again, she eventually pulled her hand slowly from her jacket, leaving the knife in her pocket. Giving a slight smirk, Lux shook her head. "I'm not a prostitute. I'm a courier." She didn't say so, but she'd considered going that route a few times when things got rough, never gotten quite desperate enough to go through with it. His other comment confused her for a moment, and just as her brows were furrowing to take offense at an insult, the meaning struck her and shocked a grin out of her. "That is... probably the weirdest compliment I've ever received. What's your name?"
e7e0d *Ethan Ford: He makes a sudden movement, she makes one in kind. Ethan's eyes narrow slightly in confusion at her, because whatever she grabbed was small. Definitely not a gun. Maybe a knife. He'd have to keep his eye on her. "You haven't denied being one yet. I'll be honest though, I don't normally spend the kind of money someone with your looks would ask for."
82002 *Lux Donovan: That had definitely not been the answer she was expecting. She certainly wouldn't have offered refreshments to someone breaking into her home. It was nice, but it was also highly suspicious. "...Wow, seriously? Even though you don't know me?" It was fairly clear she didn't quite know how to take that, when she saw him move his hand to his pocket. This kid may have been weirdly nice, but Lux had grown up in a post-apocalyptic dystopia. She didn't trust sudden movements toward pockets. Her hand moved to her jacket pocket, curling her fingers around an old penknife. "I'm Lux. Did you seriously think I was a prostitute?"
e7e0d *Ethan Ford: "Uh, yeah, uh...sure. You can crash on my couch. Don't steal anything please, you can't sell half the stuff here anyways." Ethan pockets the device quickly as she approaches, eyeing her over carefully and making sure she maintains a healthy distance. "If you're hungry or thirsty, I have food and water..."
56484 *Jackson Davis: *
82002 *Lux Donovan: Lux closed the door behind her as silently as she could and then turned her back to rest against it, offering a big grin to the stranger whose home she'd just broken into. Once he spoke she was across the room, holding up both hands to show she wasn't armed. "Hey, friend. I kind of lost track of time and my apartment is like twelve blocks away... You can see my problem, right?" It wasn't entirely untrue, but she wasn't about to tell this guy that she'd just been working on a terrorist plot.
98d0b *Abel Herondale: *
8f078 *Cain Lightwood: *
72b82 *Ryan Callan: *
72b82 *Ryan Callan: ((*Stares at Ethan*...Smooth one, lad))
e7e0d *Ethan Ford: Click, clack, clink. It was all Ethan heard as someone picked the lock to his own personal studio apartment, something most people didn't have in this city. He was a miscreant though, a guy with connections to the seedier parts, and it afforded him some measure of comfort in an otherwise uncomfortable world. His hand rested on a small device on his counter top as he watched and waited, his eyes glued to. The door handle as it began to twist. Gripping the device, Ethan prepares to straighten up when he sees that its not a Puddy or a Cog(or worse) entering his home... It's just a woman. With a cautious glance around, he fumbles with his words. "I uh, D-didn't order a girl tonight."
4b10b ºCola: This was the original image I was using
82002 *Lux Donovan: Living in a post-apocalyptic hellworld was not without its perks. Example: the streets were usually pretty empty at night, even in the crappier lower districts, and so Lux could make her way through them without much trouble. Unfortunately, they were empty for a reason. There was a strict curfew in place, and Lux was taking a big risk by breaking it. A simple trip a few blocks down the way was taking the better part of an hour as she dodged cameras and patrols. As she slipped out of a side street to make her way across a narrow avenue, a noise down the road caused her heart to jump into her throat, and she ducked into an alleyway. It was partly hidden, the kind of place where a very brave person could spend the night if they were lucky, a wall at the end of the alley and a door into one of the older apartment structures almost hidden among the brick. As the footsteps grew closer, Lux fiddled with the old door handle, cursing under her breath. "Come on, come on..." The lock clicked open and the door swung in just as a shadow appeared in the mouth of the alley.
82002 *Lux Donovan: ayyyyy
4b10b ºCola: Ayyyyyyyyyy
e7e0d *Ethan Ford: Ayyy
4b10b ºCola: o.o
82002 *Lux Donovan: :(
82002 *Lux Donovan: hm
a06c3 'Duck: i would give it a chance honestly, but i'm gone 12+ hours out of the day, and exhausted the rest of the time that i'm not sleeping.
4b10b ºCola: Hopefully we can bring some life back into this chat
82002 *Lux Donovan: oooh i forgot about this chick
5f54f *K: i forgot it existed again
MSG: Duck sent a message to Cola.
98d0b *Abel Herondale: *He would fire shots at the puddies piling up on Caleb before he noticed the hostages. He stops for a moment before, to everyone around there, he was gone in a flash. He had actually kicked in the super speed he ended up getting from becoming the new Red Buster to suddenly move from where he was, over to the Cogs holding the hostages. He had swapped out the Ichigan Buster for the Sougan Blade during this time and had already gone about scrapping the cogs holding onto the innocent people. After he was done, he makes a visible show of shrugging so everyone could tell he did it from under his cloak. Of course, he made sure that the hostages were able to start running away now* Oh, you mean those ones over there? *He motioned towards the fleeing humans before speaking* Guess you all were a little too slow
19762 *Caleb Carter: *What the hell are these things? I've never seen them before at the mill, and I grew up here. The monster shouts something at the cogs, but I can't make it out over the alarm that continues to buzz loudly. The cogs turn and make their way back inside. The monster stands its ground. I use all of my strength to pull two puddies holding onto my right arm inward, but more gang up on me and hold me tight. Damnit...if I could just reach my morpher.... I turn my attention back to the monster, and I see the cogs coming back outside with more figures. Oh no...they're each holding someone from the mill, and each has a strange looking weapon at their throat. The alarm stops suddenly and my ears ring from the momentary silence. Then the monster shouts out in a loud, gruff yet slimy voice, ["Aaaaalright, so here's where we pretend to make a deal for the lives of these humans, you surrender to me and the Lords of Evil, and I kill everyone anyway. Ready? It's your line."] I say nothing...but I stare at them as I try to think of a way out of this. They're still some distance away, negotiating from a safe distance. There's no way I could reach them in time at a run and save the hostages. What do I do..?*
98d0b *Abel Herondale: Dammit..Cogs....*He saw the metal creatures coming out before seeing the pincered monster coming out as well. He would get himself ready, holding up his Ichigan Buster, ready to fire at the cogs and even the monster when it came out. He was going to avoid showing his face as long as he could considering it would ruin his chances at being a spy*
19762 *Caleb Carter: *Well this guy sure can take care of puddies! That's helpful. I spin around and kick a puddy square in the chest..* HAI! *It goes back into a small group of them, causing them to stumble. It gives me a second to remove my jacket and throw it aside. I'm working up a sweat, and I don't need to exhaust myself here. Two come at me from behind, but I throw myself backwards and down a back handspring over their reaching arms. Upon landing, I spin around and backhand a puddy so hard it spins around to the ground. That's when the BOOM comes from the mill...and the two heavy metal doors are thrown open. Out stomps the pincered monster...the one that chased me into the caves before. It's surrounded by these...machine creatures...like puddies, but with parts that I'd seen like those on the machines in the mill. The creature marches out into the yard, making loud CLICKING noises as it snaps its pincers shut. Antennae wave through the air, and its eyestalks swivel around to get the layout of the yard. The puddies all move in at me at once, attempting to pile on top of me and limit my movement. It's...well, it's quite effective....* Hnn...
98d0b *Abel Herondale: *He would would twirl around the blaster as he moved around another puddy attacking before blasting it down and several other ones as well before speaking* Maybe. Guess we'll find out, won't we? *He didn't hesitate a moment longer as he kicks at another puddy to knock it into another group of them coming at them*
19762 *Caleb Carter: *Holy crap is that a weapon? Wait, Ryan had a weapon too. Is this guy a Ranger? Where did he come from anyway? Are there others trying to liberate this mill? I have so many questions, but I don't have time for them. The puddies are surrounding us, and working together to try and subdue us. I quickly go from offense to defense, using all of my energy to deflect, dodge, and minimize blows from the creatures..* I mean...ngh... big scary monsters... can you fight?
98d0b *Abel Herondale: *He would move to pull out the camera in blaster form before blasting at the other puddies. However, he looks back at Caleb after spinning around the attack of another puddy* Depends on what yo mean by useful...
19762 *Caleb Carter: *The hit stuns me for a second, my ears ring, and I shake it off. I turn to face my attacker to find...a dude standing there, throwing it down! I can't see his face, so I choose to ignore it for now and accept his help. I take a double-stepped dash, jump, spin, and kick out at another puddy. I land down, and turn to see a handful more puddies running out from the main building to join the fray, the klaxxon still clanging loudly. I hear a loud ROOAAAR! in the distance! I know exactly what that means. I call out to the other guy..* Hey, you real useful in a fight?
98d0b *Abel Herondale: And that's the moment...*He mutters to himself before he moved immediately as he rushes towards where Caleb was. He put the Saigan Blade away and moves to reach from one side to the other, getting into the mill's property now from a rooftop before dropping down, still hidden by a cloak, and kicks out at one puddy to launch it backwards before he went after the one that attacked Caleb, putting it into an arm bar and then kicks at it several times before throwing it onto the ground*
19762 *Caleb Carter: *I turn to see the puddies start to circle around me, strafing back and forth, and shouting at me in their strange babble. I switch my feet, and then snap my leg back to catch a puddy in the chest. Another comes at me and lands a hit to my back. It throws me off balance, and I overcorrect, missing my next swing. I hear a loud klaxxon alarm sound throughout the mill complex. It catches me off guard just briefly enough to take another hit to the face. The stony puddy fist cuts my cheek, drawing blood..*
98d0b *Abel Herondale: *He used the binoculars to watch him from where he was. Of course, he had Nick shaking his arm about helping the guy* I'll help him soon, Nick. Gotta wait for the right moment! *He hissed at him in a bit of irritation as he watched from where he was*
19762 *Caleb Carter: *The eight puddies immediately start shouting in their strange, unnerving language, waving their arms and huge fists around in the air. They move in to try to form a circle around me, but I move my ass. I close the distance to the next closest puddy, and duck under a wild swing from the gray-skinned creature. Upon ducking, I launch my right fist forward and sink it deep into the puddy's stomach. The hit lifts it off its feet for a second, and it stumbles backwards away from me..* Ha! *I use the moment to spin in place, and whip my leg out to catch the puddy in the face..*
98d0b *Abel Herondale: ((<.<))
19762 *Caleb Carter: (... >_>)
4b10b ºCola: o.o
4b10b ºCola: o.o
4b10b ºCola: Hello. And maybe that can change :D
5f54f *K: i forgot this place existed
5f54f *K: hi nerds
19762 *Caleb Carter: (*pause*)
98d0b *Abel Herondale: *He uses his covered arm to lightly hit/shove at Nick to give him a signal before they moved on from there, aiming to move from the rooftop and actually move to another location to get a better vantage point to keep an eye on Caleb. He knew he was going to need to jump in, but he wanted to be careful*
19762 *Caleb Carter: *Alright...here we go. I reach the edge of the wall next to the main gate. I slowly peek around it to get a look. Yeah, there are several of those brick-heads pacing around like they do, as if waiting for orders. No sign of the big, pincered monster. That's good, maybe it went back to wherever it came from. No sign of any of my people either, but it's late, and they're probably mostly locked up in.containment for the night, except for the night workers, and they'll be inside the main structure, working. If I can defeat these puddies, and get in there, they can help me raise the alarm to alert the rest of my people. I quickly slip inside around the wall, and move to duck behind a short wall for cover. Okay, Caleb, once you start this, there's no stopping it. I take a couple of deep breaths and start psyching myself up. I can do this, I can do this, I can do this. I vault the wall and run as fast as I can to the nearest puddy, who hears me and turns around just in time to take my flying kick to the face. I land on my feet, and turn to the rest of the things - they all see me now. About eight of them. Let's go to work..*
98d0b *Abel Herondale: What?! *He hissed back at him before allowing his eyes to follow his pointing to see Caleb marching towards the gates. He lifted his camera to snap a few pictures of that, making sure to catch that before pulling it away, which it actually digitized away before the Sougan Blade appeared in it's binocular mode so he could keep an eye on him* Probably better get ready for some action, Nick...
e8826 *Cheetah Nick: Abel..! *He poked him again to get his attention before pointing towards Caleb* That guy is about to do something! *He said in a hushed tone, loud enough to get his point across*
98d0b *Abel Herondale: *He shrugged off the poking, using the camera to take more shots* Lay off, Nick...
e8826 *Cheetah Nick: I know, I know! I'm just...worried...*Nick continued to keep a look out around. However, he did notice the new guy heading towards the gate, but something about the way that he was moving was telling him that this guy was up to something. He turn moved to try and get Abel's attention while making sure to look out for Caleb* Uh..Abel?....Abel? *He poked at him a bit*
19762 *Caleb Carter: *I'm quick, and I'm small. It's how I got away from the puddies and that damn monster before. I make through the streets in minutes, and I'm back at the corner looking at the mill where Ryan first found me. I look ahead, and try to scan the area, but the limited lights they're using within the compound make it difficult to make out if their security presence has softened since the coup. I see some shapes, but not enough to make out any chances I may have fighting in there. But, let's face it, I'm a Power Ranger now, and I know how to morph. And if I can save even a small handful of people, it'd be worth it. I keep low and book it across the street so that I'm standing with my back against the mill compound's outer wall. I start making my way slowly toward the front gate...*
98d0b *Abel Herondale: *He takes a moment to pull away from his Ichigan Buster in camera mode, glancing over at Nick from beneath his hood* And that's why you're keeping look out, Nick. So that doesn't happen...
e8826 *Cheetah Nick: *The other cloaked and hooded figure would be look out, using his own sensors and such to make sure nothing was going to come up on them at all. Of course, he was being he usual self, worrying about the situation* Uh, Abel? Do you really think this is a good idea? What if someone catches us?
98d0b *Abel Herondale: *Abel had been doing his best to get as much intel and such as he could to get something over the Evil Lords. He often offered his skills in espionage to the Resistance. Right now, he was actually on a rooftop nearby, covering himself up with a cloak and he was using his Ichigan Buster to snap images of the mill to get a layout of the guards and such. There was also another figure with him in a big, full body covering and hooded cloak like his own*
19762 *Caleb Carter: *It's been a hard couple of days. Fight, morph, fight, sleep. And I really do appreciate it. I appreciate his help, honestly. Because he taught me how to morph, how to harness the power of the Tyrannosaurus and the morphing grid. I'm really grateful. So, as I sneak through the main junction underground while the others sleep, I mouth a silent "goodbye" and head down the tunnels through which Ryan led me. I find the ladder, and head on up. I find the manhole cover and force it open a crack, checking around for any signs of life. Finding none, I push aside the grate and go up, then replace the cover quickly. Finally, I move swiftly through the dilapidated streets, sticking to the shadows of the night, heading for my mill..*
4b10b ºCola: *Thumbs up*
be24a *Naut: oh yeah
4b10b ºCola: *cracks neck*
4b10b ºCola: o.o
dab30 *Decade: *He would move to pull out his Ride Booker and then switch it into its sword form, running his hand along the blade. He looked at the blade as he did it, stopping and looking at Caleb* Well, Caleb...We train until we can handle what comes after...*He would then move at Caleb to start their training so that they all may get used to everything and get ready to take on the Evil Lords* **Fade**
680bc *Mighty Morphin Red Ranger: *And fade*
680bc *Mighty Morphin Red Ranger: *I look over Ryan's armor as he walks, moving closer a little bit. Man, every step I take feels like a power is surging through my muscles. I notice suddenly, also, that I'm a bit taller too! I'm more Ryan's height. How the hell is that happening?!* Caleb. Hey, thanks for bringing me here, and showing me how to do this. *I smile again, ready for more..* So...what do we do next?
dab30 *Decade: *He chuckles softly at the kids reaction before speaking. He started to walk a bit, pointing his figure at Caleb before speaking* Ya know, I don't believe I ever got yer name there. N' the takin' on the whole world thing might have ta wait a bit. None o' us are quite ready ta do anythin' ta the Evil Lords jus' yet. But in a wee bit more time...n' maybe if we can get more people ta help us
680bc *Mighty Morphin Red Ranger: *I look up and watch as Ryan does his thing. It's a lot more involved than my sequence is, and I'm suddenly very grateful for that. My visor blocks out a lot of the light for me, so I don't have to cover my eyes (man, this is so cool). Then I see Ryan there in his armor. It looks...well, it looks pretty damn cool. I nod in response to his question..* Yeah, it does. I feel like I could take on the world. *I hold up my hands, and flex my fingers in the gloves..* I feel electric!
dab30 *Decade: *With the light, a voice could be heard from the belt as well* KAMEN RIDE: DECADE!! *....After the light, he was standing there, the bars coming down onto his mask, forming it before the color appeared on his suit and he was standing there now, pretending to dust his hands off as he points at the kid* Pretty cool feelin', ain't it?
72b82 *Ryan Callan: *He just smirks at the kid, noticing that he wasn't even paying attention, so he pulled out his Driver, slapping it on his waist as the belt and Ride Booker appeared on the belt as well. He pulled out his Decade card and pulled open the Driver, making its usual noise as he did* Henshin *After, he twisted the card so the back was pointed forwards the pretty much threw the card into the driver before closing it. After that, he seemed to be surrounded by silhouettes that converged and covered him in a light...*
680bc *Mighty Morphin Red Ranger: *I'm still so excited by what happened, and I'm looking over my body, that I don't really register what Ryan says to me, and I especially don't hear the weird gibberish he says after that..*
72b82 *Ryan Callan: ((Later!))
680bc *Mighty Morphin Red Ranger: (sure thing. thanks very much!)
49f58 *Mighty Morphin Pink Ranger: Go for it. *Kait gestures before she steps back..and im going to have to fade on Kait. my head is killing me right now. :( *
72b82 *Ryan Callan: *He smirks a bit, nodding his head at the kid* There ya go. Ya got it this time, n' t'at's good. It's definitely a start fer sure. Now that ya can do t'at, ya can learn more about what else comes with that. *He motions towards the suit before looking over at Kait with a smirk and speaks in Gaelic* <Should I join in as well?>
680bc *Mighty Morphin Red Ranger: *The light fades out...and I see the room differently now. I'm wearing a helmet with a visor. I look down, and I see the red-and-white armor on my body, the gloves on my hands. I pat myself down and feel the hard material that somehow also flexes with immense ease. I look up and see the pink girl and Ryan - and, even though they can't see my face, I'm certain my huge smile comes through my voice..* I DID IT!! HA!! Look at this!! *I continue to look myself over..*
19762 *Caleb Carter: *I can feel the adrenaline rushing through me. My blood is boiling. After quickly looking her over another time, I take an excited couple of steps back, and shake my arms a bit..* Okay, okay, okay... I can do this. I can do this. Hooohhhhhhh.... *I shake my head vigorously, and then assume the first stance, keeping my arms back behind me. I exhale deeply. I look at Ryan again. Then stare off between the two of them. God, why do they have to be watching me? I sling my arms around, twist the morpher over, and shout..* TYRANNOSAURUS! *I feel an intense surge of energy blast up through my arms - enough to throw me off my feet, but I somehow stay rooted to the spot, hands glued to the morpher! A bold, bright red light explodes outward and fills the space...*
49f58 *Mighty Morphin Pink Ranger: ..*..Kait doesn't move at all from her spot, allowing Caleb to step closer and take in the armor more. It's a very strange weave..it looks like cloth but its incredibly resistant and very form fitting. That was the one thing Kait hated about the armor..it showed off her every damn curve. She doesn't speak..instead, she lifts a hand and points at finger at Ryan in agreement with what he said.*
72b82 *Ryan Callan: *He watches this again before speaking* Well...maybe that's what she's tryin' ta tell ya. Try it again, but really mean it. Like yer reaching deep within ya while yer morphin'. Try it again. Jus' remember, dig deep n' put some heart inta it. Got it?
19762 *Caleb Carter: *I don't know if I can stand this tactic of hers anymore. I'm about to bolt, my fist shaking from being tensed so hard, when she steps away, and shouts out a strange word..* Ah! *I shield my eyes with my hand as the light temporarily blinds me. When it fades, I lower my hand and see her now clad in pink armor - a Power Ranger. I can't help but show a wide grin..* ...Holy shit! Look at you! How-- wait, how did you do that?! *I step toward her, trying to get a better look at the armor encasing her..*
49f58 *Mighty Morphin Pink Ranger: ..*..and when the light fades, Kait is standing there in her Ranger armor..looking at Caleb intently from behind the helmet's lens.*
a59e3 *Kaitlyn Riordan: ..*..Kait doesnt respond to Ryan at all, merely circling Caleb as if she was about to attack indeed. Even her body is tensed as if she were about to do it. On her last circle around him, she widens the path until she's about 3 feet from them both when she faces them. Suddenly her hand whips behind her and she grabs her morpher, bringing it to bear in the exact same way that Ryan had described to Caleb.* PTERODACTYL! *The room would flood with a blinding pink light even as Kait is swallowed by it at the nexus..*
72b82 *Ryan Callan: *He looks between the two of them before looking at Kaitlyn before speaking* Well? Yer circlin' 'im like he's yer prey n' yer 'bout ready ta pounce. We need numbers right now ta do anythin' against those gigantic arseholes up there. *He motions towards Caleb* He's another Ranger n' we need more o' 'em
19762 *Caleb Carter: *My eyes go from this Kate girl to Ryan and back. She jumps down, and lands so expertly that it kind of floors me. She walks around me, and I try not to let it bother me...but I know exactly what she's doing. I've seen the masters of the mill do it to the children when they get old enough to start doing harder labor. An inspection. It happened to me several years ago. I was lucky enough to survive the harder work. It made me stronger. But not all children make it. Not that I can really help it, but I try not to show my discomfort on my face as she circles me. I stand there, though, and wait. Maybe I'm conditioned that way..*
a59e3 *Kaitlyn Riordan: <Oh for the love of...seriously? Trying to attack the mills by himself? And you brought him down here?> *Her voice clearly irritated by the idea of it. With no hesitation, she takes a step off the pipe, dropping down to land in a crouch before she rises up. She's wearing a pair of black military boots, black jeans, black tanktop. Her eyes would be glowing a light pink color even as she rises to her feet. She walks in a circle around Caleb, clearly assessing him as she looks him up and down*
72b82 *Ryan Callan: <He's another Ranger I found n' kept from tryin' ta get himself killed by attackin' one o' them mills ta free people. Mind giving him a pointer o' two on morphin'?> *He looks over at Caleb* Calm yerself. She's another one o' ya Rangers. She'll be able to help ya figure out how ta morph
19762 *Caleb Carter: *Ryan looks as confused as I feel, which is reassuring. Then he starts speaking to some Kate...and then I hear the voice. I start, looking around for the source before finally landing my eyes on the girl above me. I take a step back, unsure of who this is, and my instincts start to take over. Now I really want to run..*
a59e3 *Kaitlyn Riordan: *a voice from the shadows above them, speaking in pure Gaelic to Ryan* <Who's the tosser?> *Kait steps out of the shadows, standing on a pipe that was about 20 feet above them*
72b82 *Ryan Callan: *He brow slowly quirked slowly as he saw nothing happening before crossing his arms and rubs at his chin a bit* Huh....That was supposed ta 'ave worked...Hrm....*He glances around a bit before speaking* 'ey Kait! Are yeh in 'ere?! *He then looks around a bit, waiting to see if she'd come out, or if she'd respond*
19762 *Caleb Carter: Okay...so... okay. *I take a few more steps back, not sure what's about to happen, and hold the morpher in one hand at my side. I take a wide stance, and throw my arms forward, holding the morpher like Ryan showed me...and I shout..* Tyrannosaurus!! *.......and nothing happens..*
72b82 *Ryan Callan: ((lol take your time))
19762 *Caleb Carter: (ok I should be able to post now... *eyes Henry in his lap..*)
a59e3 *Kaitlyn Riordan: *still watching, holding her morpher in one hand and spinning it idly. Who the fuck was this little string bean?*
72b82 *Ryan Callan: ((https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nhL3vSVlvFo Here it is!))
19762 *Caleb Carter: (i didn't!)
72b82 *Ryan Callan: ((Did you guys know the Power Rangers cast was in a Dude Perfect YouTube video recently?))
19762 *Caleb Carter: (aww I like Naomi Scott. She's super cute)
72b82 *Ryan Callan: Honestly couldn't tell ya, lad. S'just how I've seen it done s'all. My best guess? T'at thin' taps inta some kind o' power ta let yeh morph. *He did watch him before nodding* Aye, like t'at. O' course, all o' 'em are different. Ya jus' managed ta find that kind o' morpher. I've seen someone else change in a different way, n' I change in a completely different way from t'e rest o' ya
a59e3 *Kaitlyn Riordan: *try this..*
19762 *Caleb Carter: *I listen to his instructions, and watch his movements, nodding along..* So...I just call it out, and rotate it over, standing like this? *I do the final pose, holding the morpher between my hands like he had demonstrated..* I mean...it sounds simple, but I don't get it. How does it work?
72b82 *Ryan Callan: ((She's an up and coming actress, right? That's not all that surprising then :/))
a59e3 *Kaitlyn Riordan: (might change Kait's avatar. There just isnt enough decent Naomi Scott pictures.)
72b82 *Ryan Callan: Alright...Now ya can do t'at one o' two ways. The first way is to call out, "It's Morphin' Time!" when ya try and morph. O' ya can call out that creature on t'at coin there when ya do it, so it'd be "Tyrannosaurus". Are ya followin' so far? *He waits before he gets the confirmation before speaking* Now, while yer callin' out either one o' 'em, yer gonna do this number. *He would do the typical MMPR morphing stance/movements of holding the morpher where it's upside down in either the left or right with the other hand cupping undernearth it before thrusting it forwards, rotating his hands so that that the imaginary buckle was ride side up now*
a59e3 *Kaitlyn Riordan: *you can bet your ass Kait is watching from somewhere in the shadows of the big cavernous room, not revealing herself just yet..*
19762 *Caleb Carter: Oh. *I feel really stupid right now. A huge part of me just wants to walk away, and see what I can figure out on my own. But...I mean, I didn't even know what the thing on the coin was, and that seems really important. How would I have ever found that out? I have to swallow my pride here and keep going. At least this Ryan guy isn't getting all bent outta shape about me not knowing things..* Yeah, let's do this. *I take a couple of steps back, and remove my hat and jacket, tossing them aside on a part of the floor that isn't filthy..*
72b82 *Ryan Callan: *He would stare at the kid and realized that he seemed to have been lacking on his education. Then again, he said he used to work at that mill, meaning he was probably a slave. It's no wonder that he didn't have an idea. He sighs out a bit before speaking* Yeah, that's what that is. A Tyrannosaurus Rex, also known as a T-Rex. Anyways, are yeh ready ta learn how ta morph? Cuz that's what we've been usin' this place fer. *He motions around* Learnin' what we can do out of obvious sight
19762 *Caleb Carter: *As he tries to explain what a..."tyrannosaurus" is, I shrug and shake my head a little, no doubt a look of confusion on my face. I can't help it, I honestly don't know what he's talking about..* Dinosaur? *Lizard sounds familiar, but I don't think I've ever seen one. I look down at the morpher, at the picture on the coin..* ...Wait, that's what this is? So what does that mean? *If only the lore or history of the Power Rangers was more than legend...and, moreover, not forbidden from public knowledge. Well, I say "public knowledge," and what I mean is common knowledge. Like, I know there were Power Rangers, and most of them disappeared long ago, and they fought against the Lords of Evil and their allies. But that's about it...pretty much the part that everyone knows. That's what I learned in the labor mill..*
72b82 *Ryan Callan: Tyrannosaurus? Ya know, the dinosaur? Big lizard creature with teeth? *He stares at the kid for a bit, seeing if he didn't understand what the hell he was talking about just yet or not. He was remembering when Kait morphed for her first time and what she had said during her morphing*
19762 *Caleb Carter: *Yeah, red, that was the color of the suit that appeared on me back in the cave, before it disappeared..* ...Tyra-what? *I take the morpher back amd start examining it again, to try and see whatever secrets he found..*
19762 *Caleb Carter: (Damn I can't get rid of that dupe post, sorry.)
72b82 *Ryan Callan: ((Back))
72b82 *Ryan Callan: ((brb))
19762 *Caleb Carter: *I follow him as he moves away from the mill, away from my home and the people around whom I grew up. Leaving them to the mercy of that monster. The guy leads me to a hole in the ground, and I hesitate for a moment. I just climbed out of a hole in the ground, I'm not sure if I wanna go back down one. But...it's better than getting killed by a bunch of puddies. I climb down in, not sure what I'll find...*
72b82 *Ryan Callan: *He would take it and then look it over, mostly turning it to look at the coin* Ah....Red. *He taps the Power Coin a bit before speaking* Tyrannosaurus. 'ere. *He offers the morpher back to him, waiting for him to take it back*
19762 *Caleb Carter: *He wants the morpher...damn, I thought this might happen. Alright...here we go. I step up to Ryan, getting about two feet away, and I hesitantly hold the morpher out on my open palm for him. I watch his eyes the whole time, ready for a betrayal. If he tries anything funny, I'll be ready. Instinctively, my other hand remains at my side balled up into a tight fist..*
72b82 *Ryan Callan: *He would look at the morpher after putting the card away. He then would hold out his hand towards Caleb* Lemme see yer morpher there. *He waits for him to make the decision whether or not to hand over the morpher to him*
19762 *Caleb Carter: *I move forward to get closer to Ryan and lean in to get a look at the card he shows me, which has a strange picture on it..* Huh. *After I straighten back up, I look back at my morpher as he asks about it..* I mean...if it'll help me get back to the mill, and free the people there, yes. Can you help me?
72b82 *Ryan Callan: Meh name's Ryan. As fer what I am...Supposed t'e best way ta call it is a Masked Rider, o' whatever. *He pulled out his Decade card and shows it towards Caleb before speaking* So, ya wanna learn how ta use that? *He motions towards his Morpher*
19762 *Caleb Carter: *He leads me out into this large, open area, and I take it all in as I walk in. So...this guy isn't a Power Ranger, but he's helping me out - he says - and claims there are other Rangers here too. Okay...this guy definitely doesn't look like he's working for the Lords and all, he's too....like, okay, "pretty," is the best word for it. But I'm still not sure how much I trust him. Yet...I've come this far..* So... *I take out the morpher, and look down at it in my hand..* ...if you're not a Ranger, who exactly are you?
72b82 *Ryan Callan: Ehhhhh...not quite. Somethin' similar ta that I guess. *He continues to lead him through the sewer tunnels until they finally arrive to the large open junction area that they've been using lately. He walks out into the center before stopping and turns to look at Caleb* This is a place were yeh can learn how ta morph n' shite. T'ere are also other Rangers as well down 'ere
19762 *Caleb Carter: *I climb down and I move out of the way for the guy to come down. He leads the way, and starts talking about morphing and being ready..* Yeah, I guess.... So, that means you're a Power Ranger too? *I try to walk around the mess on the ground in the tunnels, and follow him still..*
72b82 *Ryan Callan: *He waited until he was down, moving to climb down rather than jump and moves the manhole cover back over before he dropped down the rest of the way once Caleb was out of the way* C'mon. This way. *He'd then move off to lead him through the sewers towards the place that he's since been staying with the other two to train and live out of the watchful eye of the Evil Lords* If yer set on helpin' people, t'e least ya can be is ready ta do it. N' since ya can't figure out how ta morph...
19762 *Caleb Carter: *I follow him as he moves away from the mill, away from my home and the people around whom I grew up. Leaving them to the mercy of that monster. The guy leads me to a hole in the ground, and I hesitate for a moment. I just climbed out of a hole in the ground, I'm not sure if I wanna go back down one. But...it's better than getting killed by a bunch of puddies. I climb down in, not sure what I'll find...*
72b82 *Ryan Callan: Ya what? *He glances back over his shoulder at Caleb as he walked along, heading away from the mill now. He had a feeling the guy wasn't exactly happy about this, but he was trying to keep him from killing himself. If he had a morpher, that meant he was a Ranger and they couldn't risk one of them getting killed right out of the gate. He moves to lead him towards a sewer entrance, moving to lift and shift the manhole cover over before motioning him to get in* Get in before someone notices. N' be quick about it, lad.
19762 *Caleb Carter: *My jaw tightens defiantly at hearing him call me "boy," but his words ring true. He's right and I know he's right. I glance back in the direction of the mill and sigh heavily, somewhat defeated..* I... *I don't want to give up on them, I want to say, but I swallow my words painfully. I know how they're suffering - and probably worse now after the coup. The guy says to follow him, and I look back at him, trying to avoid direct eye contact out of shame, and nod..*
72b82 *Ryan Callan: Uh-huh....Noble thought, but jus' how were ya plannin' on doin' that? *He glances back in the direction of the mill* I mean, yer jus' one boy. Goin' up against all o' them putties n' that beast they got in there on yer own? S'good way ta get yerself n' all o' them killed....C'mon. *He motions for him to follow*
19762 *Caleb Carter: *Help? ...Well that's new. I slowly drop out of my stance and relax..* I...used to work there, and I'm-- I was going to free everyone there. *How much do I tell this guy? About my parents? The rebellion? How I got away and found the morpher?*
72b82 *Ryan Callan: Are...Are ya daft, lad? I don' want t'e bloody thin', I'm tryin' ta help ya! *He took a moment to get his voice from getting too loud, pinching his brow a moment before speaking* What are ya tryin' ta do over here?
19762 *Caleb Carter: (particularly strong* one...)
19762 *Caleb Carter: *His accent throws me for a moment, and I listen closely to follow along. No, it's not a particularly one, but I've never heard other accents before, so it takes some getting used to. Blinking, I glance down at the morpher in my hand before looking back up at the guy..* Doesn't matter, I found it, and you can't have it! *I reaffirm my fighting stance, and stare him down, showing no fear. This guy's no scarier than the puddies and monsters that beat me throughout my youth..*
72b82 *Ryan Callan: *He would look at the kid, crossing his arms over his chest with the look of "really?" on his face. He would eye the Morpher before speaking* T'e guy keepin' ya from gettin' yerself killed. Do ya even know how ta use that thin'? *He motions towards his morpher* O' were ya jus' hopin' fer t'e best?
19762 *Caleb Carter: *I'd think for sure the puddies got me if the hands gripping me weren't so obviously human skin. Finally, I'm let go, and I spin around into a defensive stance, the morpher still in my hand..* Back off! Who are you?! *I swear I'm ready to beat down this clown if he comes near me again..*
72b82 *Ryan Callan: *He grunts at the kicks and fighting until he had pulled him far enough that no one could see them. After that, he let him go, giving the kid a look* Just what t'e hell to ya think yer doin'? *His voice held the slight melodic tone of an Irish accent. It wasn't a super strong one, but it was there for sure* Are ya tryin' ta get yerself killed o' somethin'?
19762 *Caleb Carter: *As I stare at the mill and calculate my chances against the freakin' army of pud-heads, a hand suddenly clamps over my mouth, and someone grabs me. I shout, though it's muffled by the hand, and I fight and squirm as someone drags me off back down the alley. I kick with my leg, trying to connect with the person's shins or knee, and twist my upper body to try and break the grip..*
72b82 *Ryan Callan: *He eventually makes it to where he can see Caleb from where he was. He then saw it, the morpher, in his hands. He stared for a good moment or two before he slowly moved over to where Caleb was. Once he was there, he made sure to reach out while the kid wasn't paying attention to put one hand around his mouth and uses his other arm to grab him in a way to make sure he didn't drop the morpher and yanks him away from that mill and off to an area where they can't be seen*
19762 *Caleb Carter: *I make it the rest of the way to the mill without being spotted, and slam my back against a wall kitty-corner to the mill's main entrance, hidden from immediate view. A slight wince as my ribs send a sharp pain through my chest...they still hurt from the fall into the cave where I found the thing. I ignore it, and visually scan the mill. Puddies everywhere. There's probably too many to fight by myself, even as a Power Ranger. Then it hits me...hell, I don't think I even know how to turn into a Power Ranger again. It just...kind of happened...when I first picked up the morpher. Crap, how'm I gonna go in there and save all those people if I can't figure this out? I reach into my pants pocket and pull out the small, silver-and-black morpher. I stare at it for a second. I see the gold coin in the middle that displays the image of a terrifying creature. I look the morpher over...there are no buttons or switches. I press the coin...nothing happens. I shake it, but it makes no sound. Well, shit. I look back up at the mill...I see the monster stalking around with his giant pincer claws and long antennae. There's definitely a higher alert presence here since the coup. I don't think I can do this....*
72b82 *Ryan Callan: *He's been busy as of late with cleaning the area in the sewer that Kait, Matt and himself decided to use as a training area and even somewhere to stay. Of course, anything he found that might have been worth something as salvage, he's made sure to actually go off and turned it into cash. Yeah, he didn't want to do anything beneficial for these evil rulers, but he also needed to live. He had dropped off the salvage at a place, getting money before he headed off from it. He ended up in the same area as Caleb and at one point, he had actually noticed him. He glanced around a bit before moving after him quickly and quietly enough to follow to see what he was planning on doing exactly*
19762 *Caleb Carter: *I peek around the corner...alright, no sign of 'em. I sneak quickly across the empty street within one of the industrial neighborhoods of Devil Grove, trying to make my way back to the steel mill where I used to work. I say "used to work," because - surely - if I ever go back to work there, they'll kill me. But I'm not going back to work...I'm going back to help the ones that couldn't get away during the rebellion my parents led. ...My parents. I'll make them proud. Now that I found this morpher thing, I can make a difference. I hope. It felt amazing back in the cave, to become a Power Ranger, and I'm sure I'll be powerful enough to take on the puddies and that monster thing. Moving swiftly and quietly, I head down another alley...only a couple more blocks to the mill..*
79ec1 *Red Buster: *Watches*
680bc *Mighty Morphin Red Ranger: *also*
49f58 *Mighty Morphin Pink Ranger: *pic*
4b10b ºCola: Well, I'm willing to do something if anyone wants.
72b82 *Ryan Callan: <Have ya look at t'e world lately?>
19762 *Caleb Carter: (well, i'm headed home in an hour, and I have an appointment then too. i'll try to be on later tonight after that, but can't guarantee. HIT ME UP)
b9a2c *Tedmeister: *Yawn*
19762 *Caleb Carter: (anyone free to game? i'm way pumped right now)
a59e3 *Kaitlyn Riordan: <How the fuck do you not know about the old country? Fucking kids, man.> *throws her arms up in exasperation*
98d0b *Abel Herondale: It's another country
72b82 *Ryan Callan: <S'not the lad's fault he don't know 'bout other countries. It's this world>
a59e3 *Kaitlyn Riordan: *blinks..looks over at Ryan, speaks in Gaelic* <You wanna knock him out or should i?>
19762 *Caleb Carter: What the hell is Irish?
430ed *Jenny Lee: They're Irish.
19762 *Caleb Carter: ...Am I the only one who doesn't sound like a weirdo?
72b82 *Ryan Callan: N' this is why I went n' said "oh jaysus"
a59e3 *Kaitlyn Riordan: glad t'know y'figured it out.
19762 *Caleb Carter: Good thing I'm not givin' orders then.
a59e3 *Kaitlyn Riordan: an' I'm s'posed t'take orders from ye? Nope.
a59e3 *Kaitlyn Riordan: Boyo, I donnae even 'member when I was ye age.
19762 *Caleb Carter: And?
a59e3 *Kaitlyn Riordan: wee youngin'.
19762 *Caleb Carter: wut
72b82 *Ryan Callan: *Oh jaysus...* *Rubs face*
a59e3 *Kaitlyn Riordan: *arches a brow*
4b10b ºCola: There we go! Life :D
19762 *Caleb Carter: Uh huh.
a59e3 *Kaitlyn Riordan: *hmmm...*
a3a24 Putty: woop woop. App sent in...
MSG: Sean sent a message to Elise.
4b10b ºCola: No worries dude
aa62a *Sean: Maybe in a bit, Im kinda in the middle of stuff
4b10b ºCola: You wanna do anything here dude? lol
4b10b ºCola: I see that lmao
aa62a *Sean: Shit, you've got mail yo
4b10b ºCola: Suuuup?
aa62a *Sean: Yoyoyo
4b10b ºCola: Heya
4b10b ºCola: *Kicks feet up*
4b10b ºCola: *eyes*
b9a2c *Tedmeister: *Stretch*
4b10b ºCola: Ah nice
3a93e *Elise: Got a new game for XBox One today- Assassins Creed: Ezio Collection.
4b10b ºCola: sup?
3a93e *Elise: ohai

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