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Rangers: Now Recruiting
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.]
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.]
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"Don't you have parents you should be with? Why would they bring a child to this place... for this 'mission' of theirs..."
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"I don't have any parents! They left me up in the mountains when I was a baby, so Grandpa found me and raised me instead." He grinned widely, apparently free of the angst or abandonment issues one would normally expect from someone whose family had dumped them out in the wilderness to fend for themselves.
"Anyway, age don't matter when it comes to how tough you are! Grandpa's master is real old, but I saw him blow up a whole mountain in one shot!"
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G straightened himself out and looked away, regaining his composure... But still, how could a parent abandon their child just like that? Some peopel didn't deserve to have kits...
At the latter statement, G raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? Well, I suppose you're right in that age is irrelevant when it comes to power... Still..." Shouldn't he be out playing, enjoying his youth, having fun and having someome care for them?
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Yep. Not getting it.
"Sure isn't! And fightin's what I do best!" As far as Goku was concerned, it was also about the best thing in the world.
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"Anyways, yeah, fighting is what I do best too. Pretty much what I was trained to do." Amongst other less honorable things.
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"Maybe we can fight sometime, then! Did you train under a master?"
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At the question though, G looked visibly angered. "Master? If you could call them that!" he scoffed, clenching his fist. "Don't worry about it... and sure, I like a good brawl."
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"Same here! I'll be lookin' forward to it!" For now, however, it was time to explore the place!
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