Rangers: Now Recruiting

[morphmasters]

Whatever you was doing? Wherever you were? It's now irrelevant. You see a sudden flash of light, a sensation like you're suddenly made of nothingness, and a rush of electric energy where you think your body must be. There's just enough time and consciousness for you to think that this is frightening, or strange, or perhaps cool, but in a second your body is whole again and you're sprawled on the cold hard ground in the darkness.

The space you find yourself in is dark, save for the twinkling white lights like stars that adorn the walls. As others warp in just like you have, streaks of colored teleportation energy fading around the outlines of their bodies, a ring of light illuminates the central controls. A number of control panels surrounds a central platform, the tops of the panels standing about at waist-height for an adult human. Each panel's outline is lit by a colored streak of light.

A single shape stands on the central platform, hustling and bustling to each successive platform. It's not human---the head is shaped like two cymbals crushed together, the limbs move a little too stiffly, and brightly lit buttons line its torso. It suddenly turns to spot your character, its red visor fixed on you as surely as a human's eyes would be. The little robot throws up its hands, waving you over after a moment.

"Ai yai yai. Ah...what should I say? Oh, that's right. Welcome, humans! And...others. You have been chosen to become Power Rangers."

Congratulations, you're about to find out just what that means.

[ooc: Your character has been given a morpher and a promise that they'll know what to do when they morph. Feel free to talk amongst the other recruits, badger Alpha, accept or refuse the offer at your leisure. No matter what, though, the call of battle will soon reach you, and your character will be teleported out into the wider world (and the call of battle). Don't worry, you'll be back in the Hexagon soon enough.]

Comments

[songoku]

Sadly, the average strong punch didn't do much to Goku, although he was caught off guard by the sudden gust of wind. He used the momentum to leap backward, somersaulting and landing lightly on top of one of the control panels.

"Hey, neat! How'd you do that?" Clearly, Lina had to be a martial artist! Her arms seemed a little noodly, but you couldn't judge by appearances.

[dragonspooker]

For a moment after slinging the spell, Lina panted. Not out of exhaustion, but out of frustration, and trying to get herself to calm down and not literally blow up at the kid. Much as he'd angered her, she wasn't gonna hurt him.

"I...--" There's a deep breath, and a huff. "Do you have no sense of decency?! Personal space?! Mood-reading?!"

[songoku]

"Huh? What're you talking about?" Genuine confusion was present in Goku's voice. He was a decent, upstanding fella, okay? He had zero idea what this 'personal space' or 'mood reading' thing was all about, though.

Besides, he was right, wasn't he? She was a girl. Unless --

"Oh. Did I get it wrong? That's funny, it almost always works..."

[dragonspooker]

"No, no--you got it right, just--" Lina draws in a long breath, and heaves it out violently in a heavy sigh of annoyance. "You don't just walk up and DO THAT to people!"

[songoku]

Goku scratched his head. "I'm not? How come?"

And how else was he supposed to tell if someone was a girl or not GOLLY, LINA

[dragonspooker]

Oh geeze, and she thought explaining things to Gourry could be hard...

"Because you just don't! Those are called private areas for a reason!"

[songoku]

This explanation, not surprisingly, didn't help Goku a whole lot. And it kind of showed on his face. For a second or two, anyway, before he moved right along.

"Well, anyway, can you show me how to do that wind bomb thingie?"