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exsiliumlogs2012-12-14 04:12 pm
northrend) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-12-14 04:12 pm
[PLOT] That's no ordinary rabbit
Date & Time: All day Friday, December 14th and onward.
Location: Initiate Hold
Characters: All
Summary: The plague has taken hold and there are rampant, angry undead critters running around! Better get rid of them quick, before you attract the Scourge Horde.
Warnings: Undead attacks, localized around cute woodland critters.
[The death tolls of all the woodland animals had come around the same time. Some lasted longer than others, but for the most part, it appeared that most of the sickly animals had passed sometime in the middle of the night. The next morning, transports would awaken to find their furry friends looking...well, less than furry. Their eyes glow a sickly yellow, patches of fur fall off their body, and they continuously cry for help.
Help from whom? You?
Or the group of rampaging ghouls charging toward you?]
[ooc: Original plot post is here!. If you would like me to NPC ghoul attacks in your thread, please mark your subject line with three asterisks. (***) Otherwise, feel free to do it amongst yourselves! Please note that I won't be able to NPC threads until tomorrow afternoon.]
Location: Initiate Hold
Characters: All
Summary: The plague has taken hold and there are rampant, angry undead critters running around! Better get rid of them quick, before you attract the Scourge Horde.
Warnings: Undead attacks, localized around cute woodland critters.
[The death tolls of all the woodland animals had come around the same time. Some lasted longer than others, but for the most part, it appeared that most of the sickly animals had passed sometime in the middle of the night. The next morning, transports would awaken to find their furry friends looking...well, less than furry. Their eyes glow a sickly yellow, patches of fur fall off their body, and they continuously cry for help.
Help from whom? You?
Or the group of rampaging ghouls charging toward you?]
[ooc: Original plot post is here!. If you would like me to NPC ghoul attacks in your thread, please mark your subject line with three asterisks. (***) Otherwise, feel free to do it amongst yourselves! Please note that I won't be able to NPC threads until tomorrow afternoon.]
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They've been through worse. He's been through worse.
Adam takes a crouching stance, Power Axe pointing upwards then dashes into the crowd of undead creatures. Instead of slashing the monsters, he uses the weapon like a club and gets them hard. Call him crazy but slashing woodland creatures with Zordon's weapon didn't feel right. Maybe around this pithole there is something he could use. Hell, if he fought cougars with a hatchet then it would be fine for these critters.
But it didn't mean the ranger couldn't destroy them. It was just a little more...creative the way he did the deed.
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"We're going in, right? On three---one, two---
He almost wraps around the door in his haste, peering at as much of the chaos as he can. Please work!
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And he helps get the door open with as much strength as he could muster, keeping an eye on the one in front before anymore of the killer rabbits could try to attack. And when Billy is safe inside, Adam will slam the entrance shut and keep out anything trying to kill them.
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"...thanks. How many times do I owe you, now?" Billy asks, turning to make eye contact with Adam's visor. He still can't quite believe that his friend is still a ranger, and that's not the only thing about him that doesn't exactly match his knowledge.
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And when the gear was gone, what is standing there is an older version of the friend Billy knew at one point in time. The clothes that he wore look like they went through the wringer and his face looks like he's seen a lot during such a small period. What showed more was his eyes: they look so...tired.
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Something about the sight tears at Billy. It couldn't have been an easy life (when was it ever?). It's been years on his end, and who knows what future Billy's connection with Adam is like? It has to be strange for both of them.
He hesitates, then comes a little closer, unsure whether to reach out. "How'd you get a working power coin?"
It might be a bit of an insensitive question, but it's the first one that springs to mind.
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"Would you believe me if I told you a glowing knight gave some his power to restore it?"
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"I just wish I had the luck to run into one."
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Adam could figure out that Billy is from when the Zeo Rangers existed because that's when Rocky took up his color. It had to be hard to give up something freely while still wanting to make a difference. But he couldn't figure out when from that time he was taken.
"Before you came here, what's the last thing you remember?"
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It's still so strange to see friends that look like they've never gotten older while he on the other hand has.
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Billy tentatively approaches, still working through the dozens of questions in his head. "Do you want to run up to an apartment? I think we could use some refreshment. Once we're sure the door's sealed, of course---can't pass out on the job."
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It's blunt at first but Adam means well. Running from a small horde of undead animals is nothing compared to the monsters of Fortuna and with a small supply on hand, he's built up some good endurance.
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"Fine. I've been through worse. And I didn't let myself get completely out of shape just because I'm not fighting anymore," he added, feeling a little defensive. He hugged his arms around himself.
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"Sorry, it's a habit I've picked up along the way. It's the same with everyone I've run into in the past couple of years."
He knows Billy is fully capable of fighting and standing on his own but he even said the same thing to the most skilled of fighters. Going away from a comfort zone puts things in perspective.
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"No, it's fine. I know I'm not a Ranger anymore. Even two Cogs could overpower me back home. I guess it's just been hard---I have tighter limits, I've learned them, but now I'm supposed to expand them again. It's a little confusing."
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His tone is firm as he speaks.
"And I don't mean an 'honorary' one either."
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Billy looks absolutely baffled, though a small note of bitterness works its way out. He lifts his hand to count off his points, finger by finger.
"You know that's not true. You're the Rangers. You guys are always together: in school, training, or out fighting. I'm mission support, I spend half my life in the Power Chamber. It's not glamorous but it's the best place for me. I mean...I suppose I have a better chance of surviving on the front lines with a weapon that can do all this, and I know I'll have to be on the line, but it's not the same."
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If Adam had any buttons, this would be one of them. To him, Billy is one of the original team members that he looks up to. And it pains him to remember how much time he spent in that underground chamber with no one but a robot and a figure in a tube for company.
"It's not the suit that makes someone a power ranger. It's what they do with the power given to them. It doesn't always mean fighting but helping the greater good. Rangers may lose their ability to morph but it doesn't mean that they are powerless. The Power still exists within them: it lives inside them until the day they die weither they want it or not."
He stops before breathing deeply and finishes with this line:
"I said this to a younger group before and I'm going to say it to you: 'Once a Ranger, Always a Ranger'."
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Billy has a lot invested in the idea that he's not one of them, that his time is over, that it's his place to be distant. The widening of Billy's eyes and the drooping of his shoulders is the proof that those ideas are weakening in his mind.
When Adam reminds Billy just who he is supposed to be, Billy drops his resistance. Instead, he grazes a hand over the weapon piece strapped to his side. "When I first became a Ranger, I thought it was one of the greatest things that ever happened to me. I was afraid because I knew I wasn't as strong as the others, but I knew someone believed I could help save the world. It's like that again, I guess...except I was the one who stopped believing."
He finally looks up, sheepish. "It's hard, but I have to fight. Whatever form that takes."
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But now that Adam's older, he became a bit wiser in that aspect. Learning about other teams and how some had to go through the same thing that they did...it hurt. And he'll admit that when he heard the Overdrive team quit just because they felt like they were not needed, that pissed him off. While they did come to their senses later, it was something that reminded him of Billy's own situation except with a different outcome:
Billy didn't run away.
"No, you are strong. I certainly see it."
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"Thanks. I won't let the world down now. Just like I know you never did."
He approaches cautiously and nudges Adam's arm. "You think the door's holding?"
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Come Hell or high water, he knew that all of Zordon's chosen, if given the choice, would stand up to protect. Suits or no suits, they're still Rangers.
Looking at the doorway, which seems pretty quiet.
"...looks like it. But it's quiet."
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"Maybe we could watch the door in shifts? You probably haven't had much of a chance to settle in."
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And the funny part about what he said? It's all true. If anything, just give him a hatchet and some fire and he can watch those little furry suckers burn.
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