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In Rangers 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Zoey Boey Oh totally. Name and affiliation alone would be enough for Sloane to sidle up and start a conversation. So, that sounds great! I'll follow your lead. I still need to nail down exactly what Sloane's frat and whole big deal is. I'll probably just make something up.
In Rangers 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
To quickly catch up on the OOC. I think Sloane would be too terrified of Charlie to loop her into height jokes so they, unfortunately, fall on Ross. Sloane's in a frat, he understands the fear of pecking order. The destruction of Sloane's phone makes sense. He'll show up with a new one the next day to remind everyone he's rich, and maybe as a challenge to Jordan. That'll lead to him secretly recording Clint and making a tiktok whose entire gimmick is "country big guy in an urban small town with occasional guest appearances of Starshine, and some other people I don't care about."

Also, out of curiosity, I threw together a height chart from a program on a website. Sorry, the colors are off, they only had half of them.


EPISODE ONE IS NOW READY TO GOOOOOO!!!!! IT'S MORPHIN TIME!

Amazing first post, and such an awesome way to dive right in. I'm excited to post. I'll probably finagle a header up this evening and get something out tomorrow.

But hey, onto the characters getting to know each other? Maybe Sloane tries to take a selfie with Vallory? Y'know, for instagram clout.

If she's there in full wrestling regalia (I didn't want to assume) then heck yeah. Anytime he can tag anyone even semi-famous on his insta, he will.

In Rangers 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Glad you are here and awesome character :3

Also, I love your icon by the way. Just had to say that lol

Ah, thanks! I will admit, I read everyone else's CSes numerous times in hopes of making Sloane measure up to everyone's awesomeness (and also not to double up on any personality traits/life skills.)

Oh, and thank you. I probably deep dive a bit too hard into graphic editing, but the moment I realized we could have .gifs... I may become a monster.

and those who might benefit from not being so over the top (I'm looking at you Ross and Sloane).

I can only imagine one of two futures. One, they don't get along and bounce off each other until someone really needs to put them in a timeout. Or two, their combined dramatic energy immediately summons all the writers from CW shows.

Probably the former, because right out of the gate Sloane's going to be like" "What magical growth hormone juice did you two drink?" Pointing to Clint and Vallory. "And why didn't you give any to him?" Points at Ross. "He's so cute and tiny, like our little mascot."

It does seem they all have something to teach and offer each other which is nice. :3

Sloane can teach everyone how Instagram works. Everyone can teach Sloane how not to post pictures on Instagram of him at the base.

A forewarning, it's going to be real hard.
In Rangers 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'm excited to be here. Also excited to prove that not all red rangers have leadership skills.
Just getting in touch quickly for the people that are waiting (very patiently) for an update. The week really did a number on me, and I'm taking the weekend to recharge. I may well have a burst of inspiration and get an update out, but I want to be able to give you all an update that matches all of your brilliant posts, so no promises. If not today, then Monday for definite.


I think this week penciled everyone in for a bad time. I know mine was a hectic, how do I say this politely, poop fest. Anyway, I'm enjoying myself, and I'm in no rush. You've made an awesome RP, and batteries always need to be recharged.
In Rangers 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



”What’s up, nerds?” Hana Dialogue






| 𝖫𝖮𝖢𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭 : ANGEL GROVE COMMUNITY CENTER | 𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖠𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭𝖲 : VALLORY & ROSS | 𝖬𝖴𝖲𝖨𝖢 : FANCY |


"Sloane Dialogue."
"NPC Dialogue."


| 𝖳𝖠𝖦(𝖲) : INSERT |




𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽: 𝓪 𝓭𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓭 𝓛𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓱
𝚆𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝙾𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙾𝙽, 𝙸-𝟻, 𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙴𝚁
𝙹𝚄𝙽𝙴 𝟷𝟼𝚃𝙷 𝟸𝟸𝟾𝟺
𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙵-𝙰𝚂𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙿; 𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻-𝙿𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙴𝙳

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| 𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 : North Gate - Greytry - Etrid | 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 : Some Fine Men | 𝑝𝑖𝑜𝑡𝑟'𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑑 : Hungry |


A young Fyg held her arm upwards, her palm flat towards the night sky. The stars glittered between her tanned digits, which aligned with the massive stone hands above her. She pressed them shut, effectively blocking out the night, before opening them again. Her mother stirred behind her. Fyg opened her mouth to ask a question as Bautild drew her daughter in close. Her mother kissed her hair a few times before resting her chin on her daughter’s head. “Do you know where those stars came from?”
“Magic?” Fyg answered, squirming in her mother’s grasp.
“Sure.” She chuckled.
“You’re lying.”
“Why assume I knew the answer?” her mother asked, squeezing Fyg closer. “Truth is only spouted by the unimaginative settlers. Lies are for the creative adventurers.”
Fyg wriggled down, allowing her to look up at her mother. Her amber eyes were met with her mother’s equally golden ones. “And which one are you, mum?”
“First of all, I’m not your mother…”
Fyg giggled. “So, you’re a liar?”
Bautild grew silent and looked at the stars.

Greytry was the shining star of Etrid and its illustrious capital. It was where the fair folk of the land had gathered in droves to watch a human man get a shiny token of his power slapped on his head. At least it would remove the Order of the Third Moon from its seat of power. Or at least that’s what Fygawren Aescau had heard, and her ears were quite keen. Still, they would have been keener if everyone outside the North Gate would shut their mouths and let her think. Instead, they jostled her about like she was a sentient sack of potatoes as they trudged forward. It was rude. Fyg inhaled in exasperation. It also smelled horrible outside their fair city. Not that the Great Plains could really speak so highly of their fragrances—horses were aplenty along those flatlands. Still, the odor of so many bodies, pungent from travel, packed together as they squeezed through the front gate was enough for Fyg’s nose to draw upwards on her face. Two senses down, but her eyes still worked. She scanned the crowd as everyone pushed forward.

Men on horses, men on foot, men sitting in carriages, and exceptionally tall men. There was quite a variety about today. A flutter and a heavy mass landed on her shoulder with a bored flumph. It was Piotr, Fyg’s companion bird with the physical makeup of an overcooked dumpling. He practically oozed off her shoulder. She only had herself to blame. Fyg was far too sweet on him.

“So, Piotr, it seems as if we enter the city of Greytry with not a coin on our person,” Fyg said to the bird that definitely couldn’t understand her. She’d actually do better to talk to a plant. “Unless…” she trailed off as she pushed a hand into her coin purse. Unfortunately, all she pulled out was a bit of unmarked currency from the Great Plains, a button, and dried fruit of some kind. She blew the lint off the fruit. Piotr cooed and fluffed on her shoulder. “This is not for you. Candied fruits make you… well, you know.” She bit into it. “You know what I think? I think the number of people help and hinder us today.” Fyg didn’t finish that sentence but instead let the cogs in her mind crunch through the dangers of that.

There were enough people to get a bit of coin off of. There were also guards. Then again, there were a lot of people. Fyg would be taking a chance—a chance in the city where the Order of the Third Moon reigned. She could get away with her dalliances in the Great Plains. Could she here? Fyg sighed. She needed the coin. And better here than inside the gates where there were more walls to get stuck behind. It was then that Fyg spotted her prey. There were three of them atop horses in a sea of people. If she knew anything about giving chase mounted, it was that it only worked on flat and unobscured land.

She moved quickly, knocking at people’s ankles with her staff. More than a few curses were thrown in her direction, but she kept her head down and the scarlet cowl of her cloak pulled close. Yes, looking back, it hadn’t been the best color choice—but it had been her mother’s.

Fyg kept pace with the three men as she hurriedly prepared. She tucked her staff underneath her arm and spat the seed from the fruit into her right hand. Her other hand came to her belt and satchels. There she pulled a couple of potions from their secure latching. The liquid within the bottles, one a bleached green and the other a murky cobalt, viscously ran along the sides as she hoisted them up. She gave the glass a tap with her finger, the ring clinking against it to draw eyes and attention.

“Fine fellows,” she said, pulling from her diaphragm. Fyg tilted her head forward, casting a shadow over her face. “May I offer you some of the most sought after concoctions from the Great Plains. Brewed from the finest ingredients from within the Forests of Paeris and steeped in aged barrels from the oldest ruins in the plains themselves. They cure whatever ails you. Whether it be fatigue from the body or fatigue from the mind. They’re invigorating to the spirit… if you catch my meaning.” She lifted her head a bit and winked with her one uncovered eye.

All the while, a few small vines peeled out from the seed within her hand. All she needed to see was where their hands went when considering coin, and she’d move just as quick with the aid of her little saplings. Fyg knew not to make her magic visible. Quick and silent was the game.


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