AlteredTundra

Rosefell High.

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While Miki wasn’t against conflict because, of course, anyone who knew her, knew she could defend herself to the point where regret was in the air for the person who stepped in her direction and did something foolish. And in normal circumstances, she would have done that very thing the minute Melissa opened up her arrogant mouth.

But she didn’t.

And she didn’t because Miki was considering a few things. Showing that Missy’s attitude annoyed her meant giving the blonde bimbo something over her. There was no way she’d subject herself to Missy’s level, so she opted for a road she preferred to travel.

Unfortunately for her patience, as Missy reared her big, fat, hidiously-looking head her way, just moments after she had guided her and Jackson away from the chaotic scene of almost-clashing queens, Miki sighed out.

Before the most cliche “I’m the Queen” speech came, she was caught completely off-guard as the next thing she heard was a noticeable groan from Jackson as he bent over from the stern kick his family jewels too.

“Jackson!” Miki exclaimed, a genuine look of concern on her face as she knelt down. His painful expression only furthered her red-hot hatred for this bitch.

Even as Melissa went on some kind of rant, saying something about Miki stalking her, which who the fuck cared if she did a little stalking or not. That didn’t change her opinion that Missy Elliot wasn’t even on her level. Nobody was! Not Missy, not that ungraceful Billie Jean. Not even the people who she considered her friends. The only person she recognized was her Trixie and Jackson, and this blonde bimbo hurt him. She hurt him.

“I tried to walk away. And I never walk away, but you really are going to force me to--”

In the middle of what was going to be words followed by action, all hell broke loose. Dee and Jackson started fighting, Jay probably got swept up somewhere, and that wallflower — Jaxtyn was his name, right? — got hit in the nose, blood just pouring out like it was a fountain.

But that wasn’t the worst of it. As bad as all of this was and as hot her anger was, hotter than a bowl of Kimchi or even how she looked tonight, Miki wasn’t a fighter. Or rather she didn’t like to fight. She was brought up to solve her grievances with people in a diplomatic fashion. She was every bit her father’s daughter and he always made deals. She tried to model herself after him, but Missy was making that next to impossible.

Sometimes, like her father had to do too, albeit in the business room, you had to get hostile with your enemy.

“Screw it,” she muttered.

She saw Jax and mirrored Melissa as she delivered a gutting kick to his family jewels with a knee. “Stay the hell out of this!” Miki spat on him. “Well come on since you’re so eager. If you want to fight, let’s fight, Missy!” Miki said with outstretched arms and hands and aimed to wring her neck until the bitch handed her crown of thorns over to her.

Rangers

Charlie: I gotta motivate these people to join me in a fight that might likely kill them

Also Charlie:

Rangers

Yep! My bad guys got caught up with stuff today but I’m working on it to tomorrow morning!

@OGSG

Hey no worries man! Real life comes first! I hope everything is okay, though! :)

Rangers

Obviously Jordan was so powerful she even silenced the OOC

@Potemking

She scared everyone and everything shitless. Had to wait until the coast was clear to dare speak again.

@metanoia

Forgot to ask, how are you?

@Akayaofthemoon

I'm doing great! Tired and hungry, though. >.>

Rangers

Yo what's up yall? How y'all doin?

Rangers

The short-lived Red Ranger antics of Sloane. He had the power for 2.5 seconds.

@psych0pomp

Rangers

I feel need for one of these coming on.....

@Akayaofthemoon

Jordan to all the boys on the team (cause yes they're all idiots in their own way)

Current Mood in One Gif

Rangers

I have to admit Vallory biting the crystal was not something I expected.

Rangers

Location — Angel Grove Community Center
Interactions — The Purple Ranger @OGSG

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I wish I could do something more than just...watch.

There was nothing more in this world that Ross hated most than feeling helpless. That and when his outfit of the day became wrinkled. But the second thing he hated most was definitely feeling helpless, especially when the source of danger was so immediate.

But he understood. Ross understood that he wasn't in any position to be of any use to the Power Rangers. They were trained to do this. They had the power to actually make a difference. Ross understood this more than anyone could know. They had been the reason why he, Vallory, and Sloane weren't dead already. If they didn't show up when they did, albeit covertly and under their noses, well ...he didn't want to think of the worst-case scenario right now. He could only watch as they dismantled one batch of Druidon Soldiers after the other.

A few feet away, while Ross silently cheered on the Rangers, he heard Vallory obnoxiously cheer them on as if it was one of her wrestling matches. Under normal circumstances, he might have winced at her ungrateful display of encouragement, but at this exact moment, her direct approach had quelled some feelings of anxiety that started to develop inside Ross.

And then it didn't. The tightness in his stomach almost consumed him until he remembered something. "The family.." he muttered, remembering how scared Grace was and how brave her parents were for not trying to show just how terrified they were too. "You helped them escape. You're not useless or helpless. You helped them out. You gave them the escape route to leave."

As he reassured himself and refocused, Ross smiled at the Rangers doing what they did best. And he couldn’t help himself as he subtly fist-pumped the air close to his midsection (where his left hand was).

And a not-so-silent-but-not-as-vocal-as-Vallory cheer.

But as the self-contained celebration continued, it would cease when an unnerving laugh sent chills down Ross’ spine, causing every hair along his arms and legs to stand up with a sense of familiar dread passing through him.

The source of it? Some terrifying-looking snake-like monster.

And the dread increased.

With so much of his attention on the monster, Ross had a delayed acknowledgment of who he was standing near, blue tentacles constricting them.

“Grace..no..” He said in a dry breath.

And in that terrifying moment, his eyes blinked repeatedly. He kept seeing the flash of the monster and Grace’s family and the other hostages -- all of them trapped under that monster’s hold. And the rangers...did nothing. But that wasn’t because they didn’t, but they didn’t know how to.

Of course. They couldn’t because they were his hostages.

Ross fell to one knee, his breathing getting short and fast. One hand held his form up and the other gripped his chest. Not ont he side where his heart was but closer up near his neck. Ross couldn’t breathe. Or, at least it felt like he couldn’t. His chest was certainly tight, but his mind kept racing. And it was consistent.

Thoughts of uselessness consumed him along with failing Grace and her family.

I was supposed to protect them. I was supposed to help them. But…

But he didn’t. He couldn’t. He was so focused on watching the Rangers that he thought they would be fine. He thought her parents would be able to get her to safety.

Ross hadn’t heard much of what the monster had said, but as he looked up, his eyes widened when he saw the monster and his hostages disappear into a portal.

“No!”

Ross went to step up but his legs buckled and he was on all fours.

As he repeatedly slammed his awkwardly-balled fists into the ground, parts of the skin over his knuckles cracking open, shallowly bleeding on the ground, drops of crimson coating the silver floor, tears flowed from Ross’ eyes. “Useless!” He cried out, his voice cracking. “You’re useless! You sat there and did nothing!”

His despair carried him into a fit of pity-like rage until his hands were covered in his own blood.

But then a light caught his attention (albeit slowly). He looked up as a red and pink light floated to Sloane and Vallory respectively, but then there was a third. A black crystal flew into his left open hand. It glowed still as it rested in his palm. As it did, he felt a strange power flow into him. He couldn’t quite explain it, but one thing that caught his immediate attention was how the cuts on his hands started to heal. Like they were responding to this crystal in his hand.

“What is this thing?” Ross questioned more to himself, looking at it, inspecting it. “No, it couldn’t be…”

Ross didn’t wait for his mind to jump to any conclusions as he got up and quickly ran over to where he saw Vallory and the Purple Ranger. “Yo! Miss Purple Ranger!” Ross said as he came to a slow stop. “Kore wa seikaku ni wa nanidesu ka?” Ross fell into his natural tongue whenever he was excited or tired and he was both right now. “I mean, what is this? Can’t be what I think it is, can it?” Ross looked at the Purple Ranger before looking back down at the black crystal firmly in his grasp.