Zoey Boey

World of Light

Level 5: 20/50
Location: The Bottomless Sea
Word Count: 377
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 5 : 21/50

Sakura smiled at Cadet, blushing at his little 'aww' noise. Nadia and Junior and everyone were good sports about her speech, she felt like. It really wasn't that good. But Sakura was confident the worst was behind them. Now it was just them, together, on a mission to save the day. No more warzones! Just the team of heroes of from different places. Sakura hoped she could keep up!

With that, it was time to go. Everyone was packed and ready, their bellies full and spirits rejuvinated. It was time to make some real progress! Sakura jogged onto the Atomos and took a seat.

"It feels inevitable that I'm gonna be jumping off this thing." She commented idly, buckling herself in. She found herself once again looking out the windows of the Atomos.

Even from the air, Sakura noticed the Bottomless Sea suddenly begin. A chill ran up and down her spine and a smile spread across her lips. "W-wow." It was beautiful, in a scary kind of way. Awesome, in the truest sense of the word. Like watching a volcano erupt. And then having a street fight right next to said erupting volcano.

"Ooh! Cool ability, Rika." Sakura commented as the clever Abyssal deployed her scouts. "That'll come in handy for sure!" Sakura looked back out the window, cupping her hands against the side of her eyes.

"Looks like there's some sharks down there." Sakura squinted. "Just regular old sharks. I've seen them in aquariums. Sharks don't usually eat people. You're more likely to get crushed by a vending machine then you are to be attacked by a shark. My 'sensei' Hibiki Dan got defeated by a vending machine once." Sakura said.

"To be fair, it was a really annoying vending machine. I've never seen so many snacks get caught between the glass and the little snack shelves." Sakura said. This was...way off track. Sakura slapped the sides of her head.

"Uh. If we want to avoid the storm, we can fly way up, above the clouds. This is like, a space ship, right?" She scratched her head. "After we land on that little island thing, I guess. I don't want us to get separated from Shippy."

Rangers

chillin

World of Light

Level 5: 19/50
Location: Luma Pools
Word Count: 620
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 5 : 20/50

Sakura's food gathering expedition with Peach and Rika turned out to be a lot of fun. It really took her mind off things. This place was so unaffected by the war. She felt bad for feeling better already, but that felt like a stupid thing to feel bad about. Shaking away these confusing thoughts, Sakura followed the classic video game princess to their destination.

Sakura balked a little, putting her student bag over her shoulder. "Um...heheh. Guess we won't be needing that. That's the biggest pineapple I've ever seen in my whole life." She said.

Sakura giggled as Peach forgot she could walk on water.

When it came down to her turn to pick some fruit, she tore off a junk of pineapple and bit into it. "Wow! It's really sweet. And not dirty at all, which is crazy cuz its just been sitting here." Sakura ditched the big piece of pineapple and went over to the watermelon. She karate chopped a big slice off and held it over her shoulder by the crust.

"Watermelon!" She held it over her head victoriously. "Yattaze." She said proudly to herself.

She set the watermelon down on the ground at the campfire crust down, so everyone could eat it. "Uoooh, sugoi! Good job everyone!" She set, placing her hands on her hips. Cadet and Link had set up a campfire. This Galeemified guy had borrowed some bananas from a monkey (Sakura liked him already) and Link had gotten fish. Geralt was...still big. Nadia was making cat puns. Blazermate was making her zombies do weird things. Bella and Ranger were taking part, too. Peach had brought her fruit, and Nadia was making cat puns. Shippy was there, and that kid with the Hat was around, too. Everyone was here! Except...well. Brineybeard.

Sakura crossed her legs and sat down. She slapped her palms together and bowed."Itadakimasu!" She shouted.

With that, she began eating her portion of what was gathered. The fruit was delicious, as fresh as could possibly be. "This is way better than store bought." She said.

Kamek arrived with good news. Sakura's face lit up and she went to cheer happily. Instead a watermelon seed got caught in her throat. "WOO- clughf-khkek-... ptoo!" She wiped her mouth. She moved on, undeterred. "Woohoo! That is awesome news! Those cats are amazing!" She shot both of her hands up in a peace signs.

Sakura stood to her feet. "Hey, Bowser, Mr. L, shut up a minute, wouldja?" She asked in a polite but blunt way that left no room for argument.

Holding a piece of watermelon in her hand like it was a cup, Sakura cleared her throat. "I know today really sucked. But we're one step closer to our goal of kicking Galeem's butt. But with Brineybeard alive and wishing us well, the Seekers are doing okay." She took a quick bite out of the red and green fruit in her gloved hand.

"I just- I just think you guys are really great. I've known some fantastic heroes in my time and you guys are really up there with them. So when we beat up Galeem and everyone goes home, it'll be good to know that those places have got you guys watchin' out for 'em." She smiled and tried to subtly take another bite. When she realised a lot of eyes were on her she became embarassed.

"Uh. So. Yeah. A fruit toast to the good guys. I just wish we had music for our party." She concluded and sat back down at her spot in the campfire. "Hehe..." Hopefully someone else said a few words so she didn't feel so awkward. Someone better at speeches, maybe.

Rangers

Location: Power Rangers HQ
Interactions: Everyone

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Vallory gave a little thumbs up towards Clint. "Cool. That's good to know." She said. She was piecing this interesting dynamic together pretty quickly. There was clearly a lot of love between the Power Rangers but, they also hadn't hung out in a while. The fact that the Blue Ranger, Jordan, was sticking around proved that she might only be angry because she cares so much. Which was...nice. Vallory just hoped that Jordan didn't start caring about her too quickly. Vallory wasn't sure she could handle that much emotion thrown her way.

Vallory raised her eyebrows and proudly jutted out her lower lip at Ross's compliments. "Hmm. Well. Thanks, Ross." She shifted her weight onto one leg and put a hand on her hip, and flexed the other arm. "Queen of the castle." She tittered, leaning forward and slapping her hands together. Those two compliments particularly bolstered her confidence. Ross was basically saying she was Power Ranger material. Imagine that! Power Ranger material! That helped ease her doubts. She was apparently so qualified she was making Ross have doubts just by being in the same room as him. It was quite the boost to her ego.

When she thought about that last part a little longer, her empathy kicked in. "Don't sell yourself short, Ross. I think you'd make great Power Ranger material. You're super nice, and good with kids. And...you care. A lot." She tried and failed not to look down at Ross' hands which had been busted up earlier.

"And, like, heart is what really matters. The suit can turn anyone into a badass. This is like, Captain America stuff, y'know?" She tapped her chest. She glanced over at Sloane and screwed her mouth up to the side.

When Sloane spoke, she found herself in agreement with him. It didn't really matter whether or not her suit fit. Jordan asked her questions next, and, man, she didn't want to be rude, but she seriously didn't care about the landlord situation. She also didn't care about why Druidon were back, or what Charlie was up too in her apparent absence.

"Yeah, I'm- I'm with Sloane on this one. I think everyone who wants to suit up should suit up, everyone else goes home." She nervously punched the palm of her other hand a few times. "I'm ready to roll. Like, right now. I don't care if I'm only a Power Ranger long enough to get those people back. I can fight." She held up the Power Crystal. "I got this thingy. I'm all...synced up to the Morph Zone, or whatever. Let's go." She looked back at the Pink Ranger suit. She tapped the Power Crystal against the glass. She tried to find a way to open the pod, be it an obvious handle or seam or some kind.

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Sammy

「 ❤ "Dude, it's just like...where are we? Y'know?" 」



Name → Samantha Goldhill
Nicknames → Sam, Sammy
Age → 17
Birthdate → 06-20-2000
Height/weight → 5'4, 120 lbs

. Sleepy . Goofball . Sentimental . Storyteller . Spiritual . Distracted .

A perpetually tired young woman who somehow manages to be a bundle of sunshine nonetheless. Though there might not be a smile on her lips, there's always one in her eyes. She's never afraid to bare her god damn soul to the entire world. Sammy usually doesn't raise her voice or get into arguments. She's quiet, but by no means shy or introverted. Sam can probably get along with just about anyone, as long as they aren't like, straight up evil.

Sam is either tired or fully involved and attentive. Sometimes even both. This inconsistency usually means her grades are slipping. She doesn't really sleep, she only takes long naps.

Prone to pseudo-meaningfull proverbs about the universe. Sam wants to get to know everyone. She has a bizarre wisdom about her and a trustworthyness. She loves art and the simple things in life. Sometimes her thoughts can get a bit scrambled and she becomes noticeably more distant and forgetful. Usually she sorts her thoughts out in a journal. It's locked, and she has multiple keys for the diary.

. Dreaming . Humanity . Nature .
. First impressions . Close-mindedness . Arguments .
. Smoker . Dances to music only she can hear . Not afraid .

Spells → Sparks- Sammy cracks her knuckles and her hands spark. She's granted the strength of ten men. Her strikes can have an explosive quality. Time to focus.

Permanent Fixture- Sam grinds her heel into the dirt and becomes as durable as steel. Flames dance behind her eyes and she becomes hot to the touch. She's not tired anymore.

Firebreak- Sammy can absorb and put out fire that is near her instantly. Doing so increases her strength. This fire can also be let loose out of her body at a short range, but considerable velocity. The fire she absorbs is let off as steam over time. The more fire she's absorbed the more effective her other abilities become.

Weaknesses → As well as having to activate her powers with brief hand actions, the more she uses them, her mental health can deteriorate. It's not a linear progression, she can operate at full power for a decent amount of time. But eventually she starts to slip. Until she gets some rest she can become increasingly forgetful and tired until she becomes essentially useless. Before that happens there's also a brief period of time where she becomes a little too hyperactive.

One Vice- Sammy doesn't think she's addicted to cigarettes. She is.

TRIVIA → Sam lives with her single hippy father, Lance, in a little house on the outskirts of town. Growing up poor, Sam's used to turning boredom into entertainment. Her mother passed away when she was little. She picked up the smoking habit when she was 15. She tries only to smoke in nature, and usually when she's alone. She always takes care to discard them carefully.

Sammy walks around town frequently by herself. At day or in the middle of the night, schoolday or weekend. Around the outskirts. She peeks into buildings she's not really supposed to be in. Whenever she can afford it, she's a regular at The Sunflower, a cozy little coffee shop. Coffee can keep her up when she wants to be up, and she likes doing it more than smoking.

Patches up her own clothes when they get damaged, likes to wear baggy stuff and jackets. More pockets the better. Takes her shoes off constantly, especially when she gets near the beach.

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Sammy

「 ❤ "Dude, it's just like...where are we? Y'know?" 」



Name → Samantha Goldhill
Nicknames → Sam, Sammy
Age → 17
Birthdate → 06-20-2000
Height/weight → 5'4, 120 lbs

. Sleepy . Goofball . Sentimental . Storyteller . Spiritual . Distracted .

A perpetually tired young woman who somehow manages to be a bundle of sunshine nonetheless. Though there might not be a smile on her lips, there's always one in her eyes. She's never afraid to bare her god damn soul to the entire world. Sammy usually doesn't raise her voice or get into arguments. She's quiet, but by no means shy or introverted. Sam can probably get along with just about anyone, as long as they aren't like, straight up evil.

Sam is either tired or fully involved and attentive. Sometimes even both. This inconsistency usually means her grades are slipping. She doesn't really sleep, she only takes long naps.

Prone to pseudo-meaningfull proverbs about the universe. Sam wants to get to know everyone. She has a bizarre wisdom about her and a trustworthyness. She loves art and the simple things in life. Sometimes her thoughts can get a bit scrambled and she becomes noticeably more distant and forgetful. Usually she sorts her thoughts out in a journal. It's locked, and she has multiple keys for the diary.

. Dreaming . Humanity . Nature .
. First impressions . Close-mindedness . Arguments .
. Smoker . Dances to music only she can hear . Not afraid .

Spells → Sparks- Sammy cracks her knuckles and her hands spark. She's granted the strength of ten men. Her strikes can have an explosive quality. Time to focus.

Permanent Fixture- Sam grinds her heel into the dirt and becomes as durable as steel. Flames dance behind her eyes and she becomes hot to the touch. She's not tired anymore.

Firebreak- Sammy can absorb and put out fire that is near her instantly. Doing so increases her strength. This fire can also be let loose out of her body at a short range, but considerable velocity. The fire she absorbs is let off as steam over time. The more fire she's absorbed the more effective her other abilities become.

Weaknesses → As well as having to activate her powers with brief hand actions, the more she uses them, her mental health can deteriorate. It's not a linear progression, she can operate at full power for a decent amount of time. But eventually she starts to slip. Until she gets some rest she can become increasingly forgetful and tired until she becomes essentially useless. Before that happens there's also a brief period of time where she becomes a little too hyperactive.

One Vice- Sammy doesn't think she's addicted to cigarettes. She is.

TRIVIA → Sam lives with her single hippy father, Lance, in a little house on the outskirts of town. Growing up poor, Sam's used to turning boredom into entertainment. Her mother passed away when she was little. She picked up the smoking habit when she was 15. She tries only to smoke in nature, and usually when she's alone. She always takes care to discard them carefully.

Sammy walks around town frequently by herself. At day or in the middle of the night, schoolday or weekend. Around the outskirts. She peeks into buildings she's not really supposed to be in. Whenever she can afford it, she's a regular at The Sunflower, a cozy little coffee shop. Coffee can keep her up when she wants to be up, and she likes doing it more than smoking.

Patches up her own clothes when they get damaged, likes to wear baggy stuff and jackets. More pockets the better. Takes her shoes off constantly, especially when she gets near the beach.

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Sammy

「 ❤ "Dude, it's just like...where are we? Y'know?" 」



Name → Samantha Goldhill
Nicknames → Sam, Sammy
Age → 17
Birthdate → 06-20-1999
Height/weight → 5'4, 120 lbs

. Sleepy . Goofball . Sentimental . Storyteller . Spiritual . Distracted .

A perpetually tired young woman who somehow manages to be a bundle of sunshine nonetheless. Though there might not be a smile on her lips, there's always one in her eyes. She's never afraid to bare her god damn soul to the entire world. Sammy usually doesn't raise her voice or get into arguments. She's quiet, but by no means shy or introverted. Sam can probably get along with just about anyone, as long as they aren't like, straight up evil.

Sam is either tired or fully involved and attentive. Sometimes even both. This inconsistency usually means her grades are slipping. She doesn't really sleep, she only takes long naps.

Prone to pseudo-meaningfull proverbs about the universe. Sam wants to get to know everyone. She has a bizarre wisdom about her and a trustworthyness. She loves art and the simple things in life. Sometimes her thoughts can get a bit scrambled and she becomes noticeably more distant and forgetful. Usually she sorts her thoughts out in a journal. It's locked, and she has multiple keys for the diary.

. Dreaming . Humanity . Nature .
. First impressions . Close-mindedness . Arguments .
. Smoker . Dances to music only she can hear . Not afraid .

Spells → Sparks- Sammy cracks her knuckles and her hands spark. She's granted the strength of ten men. Her strikes can have an explosive quality. Time to focus.

Permanent Fixture- Sam grinds her heel into the dirt and becomes as durable as steel. Flames dance behind her eyes and she becomes hot to the touch. She's not tired anymore.

Rise like the Sun- Sammy falls asleep and her wounds heal overnight. Get that sleep schedule sorted.

Weaknesses → As well as having to activate her powers with brief hand actions, the more she uses them, her mental health can deteriorate. It's not a linear progression, she can operate at full power for a decent amount of time. But eventually she starts to slip. Until she gets some rest she can become increasingly forgetful and tired until she becomes essentially useless. Before that happens there's also a brief period of time where she becomes a little too hyperactive.

One Vice- Sammy doesn't think she's addicted to cigarettes. She is.

TRIVIA → Sam lives with her single hippy father, Lance, in a little house on the outskirts of town. Growing up poor, Sam's used to turning boredom into entertainment. Her mother passed away when she was little. She picked up the smoking habit when she was 15. She tries only to smoke in nature, and usually when she's alone. She always takes care to discard them carefully.

Sammy walks around town frequently by herself. At day or in the middle of the night, schoolday or weekend. Around the outskirts. She peeks into buildings she's not really supposed to be in. Whenever she can afford it, she's a regular at The Sunflower, a cozy little coffee shop. Coffee can keep her up when she wants to be up, and she likes doing it more than smoking.

Patches up her own clothes when they get damaged, likes to wear baggy stuff and jackets. More pockets the better. Takes her shoes off constantly, especially when she gets near the beach.

Peppermint never WIP

「 ❤ "Wicked." 」



Name → Mandy Page
Nicknames → Minty
Age → 17
Birthdate → 12-22-1999
Height/weight → 5'4, 117 pounds

. Quiet . Chill . Distracted . Sarcastic . All or nothing leaning towards nothing . Spiritual .

Minty is a very quiet girl, but she isn't a shy one. She's a girl of few words, preferring to do action instead. When she gets around to it, that is...Minty is usually pretty lethargic. She has low grades and low attendance rates. But whenever Minty does find something that interests her she tends to fixate on it, becoming obsessed until it runs its course. Other than that, she tends to get distracted pretty easily.

Minty is religious and spiritual, believing in things like destiny and forces outside human comprehension. Religious texts and philosophy are something she likes learning about and tend to be the thing she returns too most often.

When she does elect to speak, it may come in the form of a joke or dry witticism. But usually, she lets her body language and general mood do the talking. Minty is an excellent judge of character and, when people are around her it feels like they can be themselves. She has this strange wiseness about her thats hard to pinpoint.



. Weird and Modern Art . Cigarattes, Alcohol, and Bubblegum . Sleeping .
. Dishonesty . Buzzkills . Schoolwork .
. Non-existant sleep schedule . Covered in tattoos . Unsettling levels of eye contact .

Spells → Vanguard: Mandy cracks her knuckles, granting her the strength of ten people.

Bulwark: Mandy stomps the ground twice, and her body becomes as durable as steel.

Sleep it Off: Mandy goes to sleep, and her wounds regenerate over night.

Weaknesses → Burning at Both Ends: The more power Minty uses at once, the more her mental health deteriorates. She becomes distracted, forgetful, and tired, until the next morning. Do too much and she might just pass out.

Vices: Mindy thinks she has drinks and smokes responsibly. In a lot of ways, she does. Though she doesn't realise it, if she goes for too long without either of those things she starts to experience withdrawals.

TRIVIA →

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Oh, dang. Was almost done with a first draft of a peppermint. Alright, I'll try to come up with a sunflower character. Might be tomorrow or the day after.

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Ahoy there, saw this RP. Think it looks pretty cool so I'll be submitting a character and trying to get in. :)