Hey Im Jordan

CANCELLED.

_{Mason & A Double
Mentions: @TootsiePop (Jax)
Time: Friday Night}

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A Double’s night had been long, and not really in the good way. His girlfriend had made him stand in the arcade and eat pizza and watch her play games all night. Now, that wasn’t a bad thing, by any means, but he’d been hoping for… something more? After all, it was basically their first real date! Ever since they’d hooked up at the New Year’s party, they hadn’t exactly ‘gone out,’ and then the one time they did, Q got super competitive! Oh well, at least he’d calmed her down, and there would always be a next time!

The important thing was that A Double was peacefully asleep, listening to an audiobook in his ears. A Double wasn’t a very good reader, but he liked to listen to books! He thought it was pretty cool that you could just listen to someone else read to you, and it helped him sleep, so it was pretty common for him to fall asleep listening to a book. Right now, he was listening to Jurassic Park! It was complex, but he liked the parts about the dinosaurs…

Suddenly, A Double was awake.

A Double had never heard such loud noise before, and couldn’t remember the last time he’d waken up so…. so disoriented. And A Double went to bed stoned out of his mind most nights! What was happening? He slapped around wildly for his phone, and he couldn’t find it. Tiredly, blindly, A Double pulled his headphone cord, and dragged his phone to himself from the depths of his blankets and stared at it. A phone call…

Elsewhere….

Mason was hungry. Not like, too hungry, mind you, but hungry enough. He could eat. What could he eat, that was the real question. Well, the answer to that question typically was ‘whatever the fuck I want,’ but when wasn’t that hte answer to a question he asked. It didn’t matter that it was 2:28 A.M., bro was hungry, and bro was gonna eat. Scrolling through his phone and looking at the places he could go, Mason realized that he lacked the most important part of any good meal.

A conversation partner. It didn’t really matter where he went, if he didn’t have that key part! That left Mason with the hardest task of his day so far: figuring out who would be down to go out this late at night… Luckily, he didn’t have to scroll through ihs contacts very far before he found his target:

A “A Dubs” “Double A” “A Double” “Battery Man” Double

Mason decided that he already knew A Double would come along, and before he even called, Mason was in the car and on his way to Dreamland. It wasn’t like the dude was going to say no! There was no way, he loved food! Once he was parked in front of the house, he tapped the name on his phone, and waited…

“Uh… hello? Mason…? It’s like two in the morning.” The voice that came through his Bluetooth speakers was much more tired than he expected, but Mason would not be deterred.

“What’s up, brother, whatchya doin’?” Mason asked, snapping his gum into the mic, waiting for a response. It didn’t come, at first there was a sort of… awkward silence. Mason waited though, his mother had taught him long ago that conversations were turn based, much like Pokémon, and sometimes it took the other person a while to respond.

“I’m… I’m sleeping, man… Shouldn’t you be sleeping? It’s uhm… it’s two in the morning…”

The point was reiterated, but Mason just shook his head at his phone, “no way, homie. I’ll sleep when I’m dead. I only got so much time on this earth, and I ain’t wastin’ it sleepin’. Now get out here and let’s rock and roll, champ. I’m already here. Taco Bell, let’s go!”

“Taco Bell? I don’t want Taco Be—”

Mason was prepared for this. “They got Nacho Fries back.”

Another few seconds of dead air. “I’ll be down in a second….”

“Yeah, I bet you will.” Click.

In a matter of minutes, A Double was down and in the car with Mason, who was then driving them into the city. As soon as they started rolling though, A Double rested his head against the window and decided he’d try and get some rest. At least, that was his plan until Mason rolled the window down on him, and A Double’s head rolled into the cold breeze, snapping him awake. “Wha… wha?” Was all he could manage to say, staring at Mason, with wide eyes. It was a total betrayal.

“Hell nah, bro, you ain’t going to sleep while I gotta be awake and drive your ass to get Taco Bell. Tell me about your day, brother. What’s new in your life, champ?” Mason was gonna be that guy, whether A Double liked it or not. He wanted the food, didn’t he! Then this was the price he was going to have to pay. A Double groaned but tiredly spoke, in sleepy tones that were groggy and damn near unintelligible.

“Uhm… gottagirl friend.” He said, trying to talk about the biggest thing in his life. It really was this whole girlfriend thing. It was different, and weird and confusing, but it was the biggest new thing in his life! Plus, more importantly, it made him happy. “Rose kiss… Henry. Weird.” A Double muttered, rubbing his eyes. That about covered all the bases right? “Oh, Wyatt went on a… date tonight. I’m tired, man.”

“I know you got a girlfriend, bro, I’m not that blind, homie. Now, this thing about Rose kissing Henry, and Wyatt going on a date? That’s news, brother. That’s the kind of thing I pick you up for, you know? That’s why I talk to you, brother. Because you’re my in. You’re the link to the people for me, Mason.” A Double looked over at Mason as they pulled into the drive through.

“Do you like… want something, man?”

“That’s correct. I need that Jax dude to run a camera, and to use the super ramp.”

“...when? You gonna pay for my food?”

“Tomorrow, early, and yes.”

“Alright, dude, whatever…” A Double yawned, pulling out his phone and shooting Jax a text.

To: Jax
dreamland pls 2marrow morn
bring camera
ty

CANCELLED.

_{Friday night
Collab with @TootsiePop}

Blaring out of the surround sound stereo in the Lyons’ living room, and ultimately throughout the whole house, was Girlfight Remix by Brooke Valentine, featuring Lil Jon, Da Brat, Remy Ma, & Miss B. Kylie Lyon, mother lion of Owen and Ruby, wasn’t even listening to the song because she had nose cancelling black and red gaming headphones on. The bodacious mother was too busy listening to DEATH and DESPAIR to care about whatever was on her daughter’s playlist.

Kylie still couldn’t believe her daughter was taking a semester off to ‘do what she wants’. Why were they paying for her to go to college anyways? It was only her freshman year! And why did TROY act like it was no big deal?! Like Ruby convinced him without much effort at all… what the fuck was that talent? He didn’t even put up a fight! It’s like… Ruby was just like her. God it was annoying. Why couldn’t she be more like her father! Scratch that. There was enough anger in this household. She didn’t need another Troy or Owen.

Oh-my-god! Don’t even get her started with HER SON and that, that.. that thing! She couldn’t believe he was doing this to himself again! She couldn’t believe he’d allow someone that literally crushed his soul back into his life. Ky was honestly fucking grateful she was home-schooled for most of her life. She didn’t have anyone ‘make’ her break up with Troy. If anything, he found her and from that point on they were inseparable. Sure, they had some hiccups that are unimportant and he almost was going to leave her but now they’re married and happy. And THAT’S HOW THINGS SHOULD BE.

DIE-MOTHERFUCKERS.

Her PC was connected to the massive flat screen TV while she played DOOM, ignoring everyone that could be in her house. This was her time. Those who knew better, knew Kylie rarely had opportunities to be in her element because she was too busy being a nosey housewife, meddling in her neighbors’ affairs. She was in the zone and wreaking havoc in Kadingir Sanctum. It was obvious why she was here. Kylie, gamer girl since forever, was here to kill, murder, and destroy the forces of hell because fuck them. Fuck ALL of them. She needed something violent to let out all this tension and later she’d fuck her husband to sleep. This week had been unreasonably stressful. She wore a black shirt and Troy’s plain navy blue boxers. On the desk in front of her were edible brownies, fried oreos, and a nice, hard bourbon drink cocktail called The Vow of Silence that paired nicely with the chocolate. Yeah, she’d cheat on her diet. What was the worst her husband would do to her? Besides SPANK her. And maybe, she needed it.

Ophelia knew they were making a mistake before they’d even entered the house. She could smell it in the air when they stepped up to the Lyon’s den, and she looked over at Trixie with a raised eyebrow before holding up a finger. She reached into her purse, digging around for a second, before withdrawing a bag, of Sour Patch Watermelon, which she shoved into Trixie’s hand. “Here. I’m gonna do you a solid, I’m gonna take all the initial heat. These are her favorite candies, just give them to her to ease the blow, okay? This is dangerous. I can hear it from here, she’s playing games. We’re walking into the pit of anger right now, the stomach of despair. We’re not going to get out of there safely, okay? Don’t expect to walk out of here without a few hits. This isn’t going to be like with me, or with Owen. There’s no guaranteed happy ending…”

Ophelia grabbed both of Trixie’s hands, and squeezed them tight. “Just remember this, and keep it close to your heart. Use it on her if you need to: I fucked you. Me, Ophelia. You didn’t burn Owen on purpose, I made you burn him. We can make this work! But it’s hard, she’s a mother. And you never, ever tell your mother something bad about your S.O., because they’ll never forget! You gotta put all the pressure on me, and I’ll take it. I deserve it, it’s fine. You have candy.” Ophelia gave Trixie a quick kiss on either cheek, and looked toward the door.

“Ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Trixie responded with exasperation. She knew she shouldn’t be annoyed, irritated, and pissed, but it was hard not to! She was facing the consequences and she hated it. In order to handle Kylie, she’d have to simmer her fire but right now it was her fire that got her this far. Was she scared? Not really. She wanted to be with Owen and nothing was going to stop her anymore. Not even his mother. She’d own up to her mistakes, but she wasn’t going to retreat and break up with him if Kylie demanded her to. Fuck that shit. Her brown gaze rested on her gorgeous blonde friend who was visibly scared for her and wanted to take all the hits. Shaking her head, Trixie added, “If you’re going down, I’m coming with you. I’m the one that wrote Cowardly Lyon. Not you. I’m the one that gave Jamie permission to air out our baggage. Not you. Ultimately, I’m the one that broke her son’s heart. Not you.”

“Yeah, sure, but I’m the one that did what that crazy ass bitch Hailey told me to do, so that one’s on me. Don’t worry about it, we got this.” Ophelia explained, patting Trixie on the shoulder, before she turned and opened the door. She wasn’t about to knock, because she knew how loud it was in there — there wasn’t a chance in hell that any of them would hear her. With any luck, Troy would be sitting in the kitchen, drinking something heavy, and they’d have a chance at getting him to defuse the situation… but that was shot when Ophelia saw no one sitting there. “Great, well… to the living room, my dear.”

From behind them, a curious minx with a dress on that showed more skin than not, approached the guests with a martini in hand. There was no sound of footsteps because she was barefoot and there was loud music playing throughout the household, “I wouldn’t go in there if I were you.” The college redhead suggested, with her ‘sounds like a stripper’ voice. “If you do, at least have a martini with me.” She gestured toward the kitchen bar. Trixie turned to see Owen’s sister and mentally thought: oh great. Ophelia knew that Trixie wasn’t fond of Ruby, for reasons being she liked toying with everyone, including her brother, which she had a weird, intimate relationship with.

“Hello, Ruby.” Trixie snarled, trying to hide her disdain.

“Hey Trixie-poo. You look good. You lose like ten pounds since I last saw you?” The lioness playfully teased, while making a jab at Trixie’s weight.

“I didn’t know you were back, Ruby, did hell freeze over?” Ophelia and Ruby were… at odds, to say the least, but it was basically par for the course for them. They were friends! In fact, in some ways, Ruby was her mentor — but they were that kind of friends, which meant that they were just… not nice to each other. “Is your mother that bad, right now? This is kind of important. We’re already doing the exact opposite of what Owen told us to do — which is leave my house and come here so we could argue and get Kylie to stop hating Trixie so that Owen can date her without Kylie whining in her ear. It’s gonna be a hard fought battle, but dammit it’s a battle we’re prepared to fight.”

“Wouldn’t it make sense for Trixie to do this on her own? Or does she really need you to hold her hand through this? I mean WHATEVER. You guys can do what you want, but this doesn’t seem like your battle, Fifi.” Ruby maliciously retorted, which was only making Trixie’s anger increase. Balling her hand into a fist, the latina held her tongue. She needed to calm down or this was going to blow way out of proportion. Was Ruby just here to be an instigator? Make things worse?

Taking a deep breath in and then out, Trixie looked at Lia and reluctantly agreed, “She has a point.”

“Even broken clocks are right twice a day, I suppose.” Ophelia admitted, eyeing Ruby. Ruby had a point, but Ophelia wasn’t sure about sending Trixie to battle the wolves on her own… She sighed and relented, looking at Ruby, and gesturing toward the kitchen. “Wanna have a drink?” She suggested, and without waiting for an answer, she grabbed Ruby by the arm and spun her round, leading her back to the kitchen. “Let’s catch up.”

While the two other teenagers walked the opposite direction, Beatrix turned her body to face the door. This was it. This was where she died. Knowing well enough Kylie wouldn’t hear her if she knocked, she cautiously opened the door, tiptoed inside, and closed the door behind her. Whatever happened after this point was all on her.

Ruby leaned on the counter, already with her martini in hand, and gave her dear friend an impish giggle, “So your life has gotten pretty damn interesting, huh? I’m curious. Why’d you do it? Why’d you listen to the great and almighty Hailey? When I found out the deets, I was like WOW that is extremely out of character for you.”

“Well, you know what they say about friends. Sometimes they make you do crazy shit — like fail zoology because you stopped going into class since the final was ‘so easy’ so you could party with them all night, and then you failed the final anyway… so you lie to Daddy and say you’re taking a semester to ‘find yourself,’ but really you failed out and you’re spending the tuition money on lingerie and alcohol…” Ophelia paused and frowned, pulling a banana off of the fruit basket, “oops, was that too real?”

This made Ruby’s full and painted red lips go into a wide grin. Still as smart as ever. This is why she adored Ophelia Brycen. Taking a long, leisure sip of her drink, the eldest Lyon listened to the music abruptly pause and her mother hiss, “What the fuck do you want? Can’t YOU see I’m KILLING SHIT!!?”

Ah. Her mother was in the best sexual moods. The kind where she just needed it rough to calm the fuck down. Where was daddy when mommy needed him? “That’s a bingo!” Ruby had no shame of her fuck ups. Honestly, she believed her father did know she was a wild card, but hey, she was her mother’s daughter and she got what she wanted. “At least I know where my priorities are. Do you?”

“Just please, can you HEAR ME OUT?! Shut the fuck up for one second! Sorry! But LISTEN for ONCE to someone that isn’t YOURSELF.”

“Trix is gonna’ die.” Ruby laughed to herself.

“We all die so we can live. Or something like that, I dunno. Plus, if there’s one thing I know about Trixie, it’s that she’s really good at yelling loud and forcing people to pay attention to her. Just give her a minute…” Ophelia said, nodding her head matter of factly as she peeled the banana, and chomped off the first bite. Then, she rolled her eyes and went back in on the important part of the conversation: talking to Ruby. “Yes, I know where my priorities are. Graduating high school unscathed, duh.”

“How’s that panning out for you? Aren’t you like a huge disappointment to Auntie Belle now?” Ruby grabbed the stick with the olives on them and slid one off with her tongue and straight into her mouth. “Looks like you won one battle.” She gestured toward the door where Trixie was, “But have you talked to the other sweet, ‘all-for-love’ Candies?”

“You have a solid MINUTE or I’m calling the cops!”

“Wow that’s a bit irrational but okay.”

“I mean ‘huge?’ Huge is a strong word if you ask me. I talked with Cassie, and that’s the important one. Plus, there’s this new little girl we’ve been hanging out with, so I think the Candies are still sickly sweet, don’t you worry.” Another bite of the banana. Ophelia wasn’t sure how they always got to this point, but here they were. Ruby was like a 14 year old in an almost 20 year old body… So frustrating. “Have you told your mom you’re most likely not going back to college? That sounds like a fun conversation, doesn’t it?”

Leaning up, eating the last olive on her stick, Ruby shrugged, “She’ll be fine. I know my mother better than anyone besides daddy. She doesn’t really have the right to talk because she rides the coattails of him, anyways. I have better things to do than waste my youth and my parents’ money at such an elitist school.” Tossing the stick on the counter, the dynamite made her way to Ophelia and brushed a strand of blonde hair out of her face, “Hm, is Cassie your eye candy?” This would be news to her if Ophelia actually found someone, but then again, this was a time of love. Both Hailey and Henry were pretty whipped themselves.

“Your son is punishing me enough… yet you KNOW I make him happy. Why isn’t that enough for you? You should know better than anyone that Owen IS Troy’s son and regardless of what YOU say, he’s going to do what HE wants. And come on, Kylie. I shouldn’t have taken my insecurities out on anyone, but I’m just a kid. And I know I fucked up. I did the worst thing to your son. But even fuck ups deserve a second chance. I just. I don’t know. I was so afraid of being in someone’s shadow and when Hailey and Ophelia took me in their wing, I felt like I could conquer the world. Didn’t Belle make you feel that way? Mrs. O’Connor too? I had not only the pressure of living up to my mom and dad’s legacies, but the pressure of walking the halls like you did! And I guess, I forgot what really mattered in the process. I know now, Kylie. I know that the most important person to me is Owen and I promise you I will never hurt him like I did.”

“That’s a hard promise to keep.”

“So you’re gonna come here and fuck high school kids, dads you babysit for, and old divorced men? I know your play Ruby. I don’t agree with it, but I respect it. And for Cassie… I dunno. I’m not sure. Maybe she is.” Ophelia took a step back from Ruby, shaking her head, and pointing at her hair. “Don’t touch the hair. It takes time to look this good, and you should know that you thot.” She said, somewhat defensively — what, it was a big deal!

“I’m a whore and proud of it. And of course I’m going to fuck and gold dig. God didn’t give me this body for no reason. Maybe I’ll get back into dramatic soap operas like when I was small. The world is my oyster and as long as I have other people’s money, I can do what I want. Travel. Star in movies. Or simply just have sex. That sounds like a perfect life to me!” With no shame, Ruby admitted, guzzling down the rest of her drink, before snickering and adding, “Oh? I’d love to meet her. Maybe I will. I’m sure I will.” She teased and winked, already setting a goal for herself to infiltrate her old highschool.

“Uh- I’m sorry. Don’t cry. Hey you want a hug?”

“Yeah, this is what BHHS needed. The real shot in the arm… Do you really think that there’s someone who’s, you know of age that’ll hook up with you? Almost everyone is shipped! You’ve seen the wall!” She’d worked hard on that wall for just this sort of situation, and now Ruby was just… being herself. “Don’t even think about getting in there and trying to ruin some of my carefully curated ships! I worked hard on these things.” Ophelia barked, waving a finger in Ruby’s face. The girl may have been graduated, but Ophelia wasn’t about to let her actively ruin what she’d worked to create! “Henry is taken now, and he was your best bet.”

“You make me sound ancient and I'm just TWO years older than you." Ruby glowered, hating the idea of losing her charm and beauty. Hating the idea of being old. “If your ships are so ‘solid’ let’s put them to the test. Do you really believe young love will last forever? Hell, I still feel like Owen and Trixie have trials ahead, even if they’ve gotten over their biggest one yet.” Fifi was so boring now. How was she going to confirm love was true if there wasn’t anything to make love strong? These poor high school students were caught up in fantasy land. They truly believed in happily ever after. Ha! It was laughable honestly.

“Okay… I’m better… do you want a brownie?”

“It has weed in it, doesn’t it?”

“JUST TAKE IT.”

“Okay, okay fine.”

The redhead chortled, hearing where the conversation had gone, “Looks like my brother will have a girlfriend HIGH on life.”

“I mean, PRETTY MUCH, yeah. My parents, your parents, Joy’s parents, Scott’s parents, AJ’s parents… all those parents met in high school. Young love is the truest of loves, after all.” Ophelia said with a wistful sigh, before she looked toward the living room with an exasperated glance. Looking back at Ruby, she shook her head, “it’s not my fault your sugar daddy broke your heart, don’t take it out on me! Just find another one. There’s a website for that, did you know that?”

“Yes, actually. But what I do with my life is none of your concern and you might have a skewed perception of love because of our relatives, but our family is only a small piece of the real world. You can believe in your disney story, and I’ll believe in myself.”

Before anyone could continue, the door opened and Kylie was holding the plate of brownies with one hand and her other hand was around Trixie’s waist. “What are you girls talking about? Here have a brownie.” The mother of the house put the plate on the kitchen island and wrapped her arms around Trixie in a loving embrace.

“Just catching up, mommy dearest.” That fake smile was plastered on Ruby’s beautiful face. There was a fire in her eyes. Ophelia had hit a cord. Trixie glanced from her friend to her maybe-sister-in-law and felt the tension near immediately. Pushing the plate closer to the girls, Trixie added to Kylie’s offer, “It’s pretty damn good.”

Ophelia took one of the brownies and shook her head. This was a bad plan, but whatever — it couldn’t get worse, could it? She grabbed it, and took a bite, before looking at Trixie. “Let’s get back to my house before Owen gets home.”

May the Power Protect You

Damn that sheet got up fast

@Fabricant451

She and Ken did theirs a few days ago

May the Power Protect You

If you guys want a discord, let me know. I wasn't really planning on making one, but I can.

May the Power Protect You

_{Just steal the raw code, Davi did the sheet for me (thanks Davi!) Replace 'COLOR OF RANGER/DIALOGUE' with your character's dialogue color!}

COLOR RANGER

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▼ [color=COLOR OF RANGER/DIALOGUE] N I C K N A M E [/color] ▼ [color=COLOR OF RANGER/DIALOGUE] B I R T H D A Y[/color] ▼ [color=COLOR OF RANGER/DIALOGUE] G E N D E R [/color] ▼ [color=COLOR OF RANGER/DIALOGUE] S E X U A L O R I E N T A T I O N [/color] ▼

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WHAT COLOR RANGER
WHAT DINOSAUR
WHAT ELEMENT

► [color=COLOR OF RANGER/DIALOGUE]S T R E N G T H S[/color]

• LIST
• AT LEAST
• THREE

► [color=COLOR OF RANGER/DIALOGUE]W E A K N E S S E S[/color]

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• AT LEAST
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► [color=COLOR OF RANGER/DIALOGUE]F E A R S[/color]

SELF EXPLANATORY

► [color=COLOR OF RANGER/DIALOGUE]W H Y M E[/color]

PLEASE EXPLAIN HERE HOW YOUR CHARACTER GOT DETENTION.

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FC: WHAT IS YOUR FACE CLAIM'S NAME?

May the Power Protect You

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Millenia ago, before the age of man, the Zeo Crystal of Earth was under the protection of the original Power Rangers: Zordon and his team. However, they were betrayed by the Green Ranger, Rita Repulsa. Intending to take over the universe, Rita stabbed her team in the back, leaving only Zordon alive. Having to think and act quickly, Zordon hid the Power Coins that gave the Rangers their powers, and ordered Alpha-5, his robotic assistant, to rain fire on the planet.

The desperate move worked, sending Rita barreling to the bottom of the ocean, though at a great cost. The meteor strike triggered an extinction level event, bringing an end to the era of dinosaurs and Zordon himself. The Power Rangers, the Power Coins, and yes, even Alpha-5 were lost to the sands of time.

Now, there are brief rumblings of power throughout the Earth, dismissed as earthquakes by the humans. Alpha-5, however, knows better. Rita Repulsa is regaining her strength sixty million years later. The planet needs their Power Rangers, now more than ever.

Even though they don’t know it yet, five teenagers are being called to by the Power Coins and the Morphing Grid… Will they heed the call before it’s too late?

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discord.gg/V5mekM9

Here is this for all interested

May the Power Protect You (A Power Rangers RP)

<Snipped quote by Hey Im Jordan>

That is fine, I am a patient man, and have plenty to keep me busy in the meantime. ^^

Would it be alright if I at least PMed you what I have, just so you know what you'd be in for? XD

@The Jest

You're welcome to do so if you'd like.

May the Power Protect You (A Power Rangers RP)

@Hey Im Jordan I have only one question for you: I'm well aware that this is based on the movie's canon, and so I'm aware that this particular being never existed, (at least not yet.) and I'm also aware that you are currently booked for now, as you mentioned to Duffguy, so I'm not expecting this to happen anytime soon even if it gets accepted.

But, is it possible that other Zordon-era villains could potentially be allowed in this later on (most likely much later on), such as Lord Zedd, The Machine Empire, Divatox, or, god-forbid, maybe even Dark Spectre?

Because in regards to the second and last ones, I just so happened to have some CSes already designed for them. (Technically one for Zedd as well, but since this is Movie Canon, and the CS was more designed for the show's canon, I'd need to modify it to fit it in.)

@The Jest

Most likely yes! However, it will take a hot second before we're that far in. If it makes it that far, and you're still interested, I'll be sure to reach out to you!

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_{Saturday, before the family dinner
@Fabricant451
Minry}

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Henry was ready for the dinner. He wasn’t excited for it, but he was definitely ready for it, and why wouldn’t he be? Anytime he got to hang out with Min-seo was a good time, and he was already planning on fucking with Hailey by wearing something casual and lame to her fancy little ‘dinner party.’ Parker was spoken for — she was out with Brian, though Henry wasn’t sure what exactly they were doing. He wasn’t worried about it, Brian was a pretty responsible dude.

Henry, on the other hand, was basically the exact opposite. He didn’t want to be at this dinner, so dammit, he was gonna fuck with Hailey. There wasn’t a damn thing on this planet that brought him as such joy… except for Min-seo of course. Which reminded him, wasn’t she still in the bathroom? Geezus, girls took forever. “Yo, Min, you okay in there?” He asked, tapping on the door with his knuckles.

What was it about boys that made them so impatient? Min-seo had seen first hand the sort of care a boy puts into his appearance; she’d seen Henry decide which clothes to wear based solely on a brief sniff which was hardly a fitting test. When Henry heard about the dinner he probably figured he could get away with wearing jeans and a t-shirt but Min-seo was different. She was proper, fancy, concerned about her appearance, she was, in essence, everything Henry wasn’t.

“I am...fine.” That question was asked any time she took longer than five minutes in the bathroom, which was to say she was asked that question every single day since she entered the Green house on the exchange program. And that was even before she started really embracing the makeover given to her, back when she let herself get away with not immaculately brushed hair. “Is...some...thing...wrong?” If anything was going to ruin this dinner it would be Min’s grasp of the language. She could speak it somewhat stilitedly but she figured she had no chance of keeping up with any sort of conversation between family members’ that was why she was determined to dress like she was going to the Met Gala or some other red carpet affair. And that was why she had used a special hair product that smelled quite faintly of violet and bamboo and a field of soft, sweet flowers, that was why she had picked out a dress that was elegant but not overly skimpy or showy with a gentle pink color to it, and that was why she had been in the bathroom now for about half an hour.

“I am...almost...done.”

Henry wasn’t going to complain, the last time that Min-seo took this time, she came out looking like a goddamn stone cold fox. He wasn’t going to complain if his girlfriend took a little while longer, and came out looking like one of the idols that Owen was always fucking trying to show him, even if Henry said a billion times he didn’t care how much of a ‘pretty delight’ they were, whatever the fuck that meant.

The point was, Min-seo was one fine looking girl, and if that meant she had to take a long time in the bathroom getting ready, then Henry was damn well gonna wait. He shook his head, though he knew she couldn’t see, and replied to her regardless. “No, no nothin’s wrong, I’m just checkin’ on you. That’s all.” Henry was fucking shallow, wasn’t he? He’d get over it with time, hopefully… For now, he was just enjoying the sighs. “Take your time, aight? I’ll just be waiting here. Are you nervous?”

“Nervous?” Min-seo repeated the question, though with her accent it sounded more like she was saying ‘ner-bus’ but she doubted Henry cared either way. The question was fairly loaded but she wasn’t quite sure how to answer. Of course she wasn’t one hundred percent calm and cool and collected but at the same time...she’d pretty much met most of Henry’s family even if in passing. She lived with him in his house at least until the exchange program was up, and just because they started kissing with a more alarming regularity didn’t mean she hadn’t been on a tour of the place. Sure, Henry’s room was basically the room she saw the most but the point was that she might not have been super familiar with his parents and all but she was likely better off than most. So what did she have to be nervous about? Other than language, but that was something she dealt with on a daily basis.

Instead she figured the best way to answer the question was to simply exit the bathroom. She gave herself a final look in the mirror, saw how flawless her makeup was, how neatly parted her hair was, and how the little bits of jewelry sewn into her dress caught a sparkle in the light. Min-seo, decked out in something quite red, opened the door and stepped out into Henry’s room, giving a little twirl as she did so so her dress spun right along. “Do I look nervous?”

Well, she certainly didn’t look nervous. In fact, Min-seo looked stunning, but that was almost par for the course now. Henry stepped forward and smiled, kissing her on the lips and shaking his head, “hell no. You look gorgeous, it’s actually unfair. The other girls don’t even come close to you, like seriously…” Henry’s face dropped a little bit though. This was going to be the first time that Min-seo had really interacted with his mothers before, and he was a little scared. At least meeting his father had went well, but Ty liked damn well everyone on the planet, it was hardly an ideal comparison… “Just… just be ready for my moms to be cunts, alright? It’s basically their god given greatest talent.”

If it were up to Min, she would have interrupted Henry’s babbling about mothers with another kiss. Henry could talk a lot and Min liked kissing and she had every reason to suspect that stopping Henry’s ranting with a bit of tonsil hockey would only be beneficial to the both of them. But she didn’t in this instance. She merely entertained the idea. In truth, she was only really half listening to Henry at the moment, she had a bit of a slower response time thanks mostly to the fact that she was still processing the bathroom-exiting kiss. It had been a good kiss. Every kiss they had was a good kiss but Min might have been a bit biased.

“What...is...cunts?”

Oh, right. She wasn’t exactly a native speaker… So it made since that she didn’t exactly know what he was saying, but he had to think about what he could say to compare it for her. It wasn’t easy, he didn’t know anything in Korean that carried the same weight as ‘cunts,’ but he could at least fire off a few other English words for her. “You know, like… bitch, asshole, fucker, mean person. Just something like that,” Henry explained, accenting each suggested word with soft, quick kisses. He didn’t need her to know the specifics, he just needed her to know that, “I’m worried that they’ll be mean to you… you’re too soft for that kind of thing.” Henry said gently, before looking over his shoulder toward the door. “Are you ready?”

Min-seo nodded in understanding with a wide little smile on her face; it seemed unusual to be smiling while learning about what kind of person a ‘cunts’ was but when a lesson came with kisses attached how could she not be grinning ear to ear? She would have expressed her doubts that a mother could be any of those things but then she recalled her own stepmother and the unfortunate reality that not every mother in the world was a doting, loving, caring figure to her child. She had to look no further than Parker for that, not that Parker had told anyone about the situation regarding her mother, but any child living alone in a tent because the house is empty is probably not going to be giving any Best Mom Ever coffee mugs away.

“It is...okay. If they are...mean...I will...not...under...stand. I will just....smile...and nod...and...be pretty...okay?”

“Yeah… that’s probably for the best…” Henry muttered, sighing as he locked arms with Min and led her out of the room.