trans_9 | KARAOKE DANCE PARTY!!! [OPEN, COME GRAB FREE CR!]

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KARAOKE DANCE PARTY!!! [OPEN, COME GRAB FREE CR!]

Everyone had been so nice to Ryo since he had awoken a day prior. He wanted to show his appreciation to his friends and the crew, and get a chance to meet others. So, he walked back into the sensoriums and imagined a place. As he opened his eyes, there was the Milk Dipper. Wood finish, stars decorating the place, rough hewn wooden tables and the telescope in it's pedestal at the center. Everything was as it should be, except for one thing. Behind the counter, looking very confused, was a green-skinned demon who bore no resemblance to Airi. Ryo registered his shock as the demon spoke.

"This... is NOT my bar..." The green one said, his own shock evident. He looked at Ryo. "And you're not Peter..." Ryo, not knowing what to do, bowed quickly.

"I'm sorry, Oni-san, I just wanted to throw a party for everyone, with karaoke and dancing, and I didn't mean to summon you!" The demon shook his head, waving Ryo off.

"It's Lorne, and you had me at karaoke. Now, this place.... I like it. Kind of a kitsch-meets-class thing going on... It does need to be bigger, though..." Lorne snapped his fingers and the cafe expanded, now as large as an auditorium. The telescope pedestal sat firmly in the center of a well-polished dance floor, underneath a disco ball and lighting set up. To the left of the counter was a stage with a karoake set-up, and behind the counter was now a lot more than just coffee. Otherwise, the decor remained the same.

"Alright, Ryo-kun." Lorne said with a smile. "Give everyone the heads up and get this party started." Ryo nodded, amazed by the demon's abilities, and gave a call on the omnicomms.

[[ OOC: It's karaoke dance party time! Start a sub-thread with your character singing a song, socializing, or just being a wallflower, and let the CR flow! Especially great for newbies to meet folk and influence people!]]

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Somewhere, where physical things still separate themselves from that which is not, a tear slides down a blue face.

In this place where that which is abstract becomes tangible, a tear falls to the ground. An almost-smile threatens the typically stoic creature and a silent nod is his reply at first.

"Everything. Thee may find it all."

Upon saying this, the 'part' that 'manifests' as himself steps back a little and extends a physical-yet-proverbial hand. How does one explain the existence of emotion -- something that's supposed to be a concept -- turned into physical reality? He'd done it once...and now, he finds himself doing it again.

"One not hide from thee."

It remains un'spoken' yet in that, the question presents itself. Is there anywhere, anywhen the Human might wish to see of him?

A concept, a shadow of a human hand reaches up to Renne's, anchoring them together.

"I don't want to rush this. Show me...something from your time on the seas," he queries. "We don't need to explore everything right now, and I still haven't shown you my..." he gestures at the core of existence he sits inside, unsure of what to call it.

Laughter.

Starting slowly. Logical.

A nod, then the Glen is departed from -- whether he walks, slithers, flies or swims is up for strong debate. Beyond this lies a peculiar thing; the edge of a horizon, of that's possible. Below, the waters of blue-black churn thick as molasses.
Upon which, a strange vessel fights its way through a gale, something equivalent to a Cape Horn squall. Orders come nearly screamed over a howling wind; sails snap like massive whips and somewhere overhead, a t'gallant cracks its beam.

The movement is surreal, like everything here, and then they're in the middle of it. Dark waters and a floundering ship greet him, and the scents are impossibly strong.

"Where were you?" Billy wonders where Renne would have been. Below deck? Adjusting sails?

Where had he been?

His head tilts upward and in no time at all, the creature seems to return, re-living this part of the memory for a brief moment.
Up here, in the angled crosstrees, he had both clung for dear life and kept a staysail from going out of control.

Billy looked up with a fond smile and flash of understanding.

"Always courageous, aren't you?" His gaze drops back down to the deck. "Who else was here?"

Always courageous?

"Hardly."

Half-a-smile. Shaking his head, the creature simply turns a circle where he is. This ship is a small one and in a pinch, could be manned by one person. The problem is, that's difficult in itself. And after which?
He'd hardly been courageous.
More to the point, he'd actually fled from any sentient contact for as much as a month or more.

"I see." He feels a surge of compassion for his friend, one that might be tangible to the other in this place.

"And hey, there's definitely courage in you. Even if you didn't feel it then, the Renne I know now is brave." He means every word. It's probably not even possible to effectively lie here, he thinks.

"Speaking of that, um...this is an embarrassing question to have to ask, but how do we enter my..." He trails off. Again, he doesn't have a word for it. "I want you to have the same opportunity."

Here?

There is no room for dishonesty here. It may seem strange but those so very few who have 'visited' this place-and-time-and-consciousness had found a creature very literally, genetically incapable of producing an untruth.
It had taken him years to understand the concepts of "subterfuge" and the sometimes-necessity to disguise or hide oneself.

Thus, the Human's first words produce a literal blush of the entire 'environment'. His next words bring however, a small smile.

"Thee hon-our One. How? Thee must un-der-stand self. Ah...Im-ah-gine? Yes. Im-ah-gine Self."

The little glow of pleasure in the environment causes him to smile. Finally, Renne believed him!

But now he was preparing to take Renne into his own.../soul/, he guessed, would have to do for a word. "Imagine myself, huh?"

If they were in the physical world, he would have taken a deep breath and closed his eyes. Here, he simply straightened his posture and thought, reaching for himself. It took a minute to untangle the pieces and work out the mechanics, but eventually...

They're in a dark, blue-lit space that's surprisingly familiar to Billy, even if he's never 'seen' it before. It should feel familiar, as it's the very core of his being. Billy's accomplishments and flaws, memories and thoughts, emotions and sensations are all around them, waiting for Renne's curious nose to dig in.

To Billy's eyes, it resembles a series of platforms above a shining ocean. One in the center is a circular platform with eight lights around its edges---two red, two yellow, two black, one pink, and one greenish-white. Each one has a signature scent and emotion, recalling the person it represents. Other platforms spiral off this one, sliding closer to the depths.

Around one, atoms of important memories float about. On another, a still unicorn watches quietly, eyes all-knowing. All around, there's an emotion---something peaceful, yet sad.

Billy remains silent and allows Renne to explore as he will, feeling an intensely amplified version of the same anxiety he always felt when presenting a science project to the judges. Here, the object on the block for judging is /him/---the entirety of his soul. Can he possibly measure up to whatever Renne may have thought?

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While even here, he can see nothing, he can hear and feel and smell and taste all he needs.

Unicorn? Somehow, fitting, that.

He could by now smell various life-forms, even memories have scents of their own. And having known unicorns in his past, the creature smiles a little. Reverence permeates his entirety now and the creature's 'movements' become slow, and careful, as if he's terrified of disturbing anything.

"Sacred place...May ask, yes? Who? What? When?"

"Yes, of course you may," he says. "Where should I start? Is there anything in particular you want to know the meaning of?" Billy looks out at the colored lights, watching them shine warmly. Then, he sees everything else...somehow, he knows his less flattering past is going to come to the surface here.

And then there's the issue of him having hidden his 'volunteer part time job' until now.

Reverence. And a strange sort of fear.

It's as if he's afraid to touch anything, afraid to desecrate something sacred or holy. The emotion-scent of the Unicorn gives him a brief idea, an offering of sorts.

For a short moment, the Renne contorts his 'essence' to form that of a little blue unicorn, to show he understands what one is. When his 'shape' returns to normal, the entity shakes his head. Unsure...Curious.

"One is...not sure. Not un-der-stand, much."

The blue unicorn gets a delighted laugh. Just like his Zord, but many times smaller!

"The unicorn's an old friend of mine," he says gently. "Follow me---there's something important that you don't know about me yet."

He leads Renne to the platform of colored lights and stands them both in the center, reaching out with his mind.

"I was born in the town of Angel Grove, a sunny urban city near the ocean. Over time, I developed an interest in science and became a 'nerd', as you described it. Other children thought my interests were strange, and they excluded me from their social group."

As he talks, Billy sees flashes of memory. The whir of machines, mocking laughter, and hour spent alone in the garage. Renne will hear all this, and perhaps catch the scents of grease, garbage, and tears.

"Miraculously, I eventually found friends." He thought of them one by one, the corresponding lights twinkling as he did so. Two red lights: one of solid patience, one of exuberance. Two yellow lights: one of serenity, one of spirit. Two black lights: one of joy, one of wisdom. A pink light of affection. A greenish-white light of penance tinged with courage. They smell like the breeze, a hot meal, the trees, and many other things, as appropriate. Overall, thoughts of them bring a warm sensation to him.

"Eventually, we were drafted together to fight a war against an empress seeking to conquer our planet." Flashes of Zordon and Alpha, the Command Center, the Rangers, and the Zords appear in quick succession. They smell like an alien happy feeling, the electric charge of power, and fresh energy.
"The others were all skilled warriors---I was not. For a long time, they risked their lives and exhausted themselves protecting me in battle."

Memories of his clumsy first attempts at fighting appear, tinged with frustration and embarrassment. "At first, I thought I didn't fit in. But they were patient with me, and I worked hard to learn to defend myself too."

His triumph at finally advancing in karate. The thrill of winning a battle on his own. Other memories of his whole adventure trickle in: fear of being caught, anxiety when their families were in danger.

Billy bites his lip, waiting for the imp's reaction.

Delight.

Billy's laughter surges through him, quite literally like a deluge of warmth. In turn, he creates laughter back and for a moment, dances with it. Dancing with laughter...Odd, that. Still, it's what he does.

When guided, the creature remains reverent and listens raptly to this tale of tears and triumph. And in turn, emotions flow out from within him.

Anger, fury. 'How dare those Humans! How -dare- they!' Then the sorceress. A familiar pang lances within him. Fear. That fury again. 'She no longer exists, I pray!' The safe-place, the quirky little robot and the voice of this...Zordon. The sage. The little clan of coloursmells.
'R'tel. His R'tel.'

The burgeoning heroism unfolds.

Empathy. The clumsiness. He'd known that in many ways. The growth makes him smile, tempted is he to reach forward, to reverently touch the concepts around him but he does not dare.

Rather, he quietly bows his head, attempting to show his reverence to these stars in Billy Cranston's sky. If ever 'hero-worship' or any other emotion could become a solid thing, a substance, a thing to be touched by the human hand, it does now within the oddity here, visiting a Human in ways most daren't comprehend.

"Thee belongs with them. Thee, have R'tel. This...much beauty."

His words sound stronger at the beginning than the end. His 'voice' cracks a little, weeping for their absence and wondering if perhaps he could not return the Human to this place. To be away from one's clan...it isn't easy, he never doubts that for a moment.

"Renne?" His voice is softer than usual.

To say Billy is startled by the intensity of the emotion is an understatement. But more importantly, he's deeply moved. And now, he's quite certain that he bonded with the right someone.

"Hey, it's okay." He kneels and reaches out without hesitation, wrapping Renne in a gentle metaphysical hug. "I've missed them all this time, and it's been difficult to adapt without their support, but one of them is here with me," he says as the softer black light flares. "And all the others are asleep in the Pod Caverns. They might awaken someday---if they do, I'd be honored to introduce you to them. But even if they don't, I'll protect them until we end this war."

A twinge of loneliness flares within him, but it's tempered by the memories here and the mini-family he's found aboard Stacy. "Besides," he says with a tiny smile, "if we hadn't been separated I never would have met you."

An embrace.

It may feel utterly strange, maybe even a little scary to those unfamiliar with such sensations, but as it is often said, 'what is, is'. And here, the act of embracing means two become one. Very literally.

The reverence remains even as the oddity reciprocated the 'hold'. His own pang of grief emerges, remembering Pen's death and the annihilation of his own race but it too, is tempered.
The Human's clan is still alive and that is indeed something.

His 'voice' offers a soft reply.

"One pro-tect R'tel of Bee, if per-mit."

It's likely a foreign concept, the way this oddity perceives himself but the roots of that are all too easy to find now. Slavery existed on many worlds, even his own for a time.
It hadn't been until his twin siblings and later, Pen, that he'd learned all that he knows now.

Well, /that/ is unexpected. He hadn't intended to merge them into one being with a hug, but the sensation is so vast and alien that he couldn't jerk himself away.

In those moments, he feels Renne's grief for his lost family as acutely as though it were his own, because it /was/, and a tear slips down his face as he draws back and the two are themselves again.

"I'd never force that obligation on you, Renne. But if you truly wish to out of your own desires, I'd be honored."

Sensations.

Alien and familiar, for that moment, he just basks in it. Tentatively, carefully but indeed, he basks in such contact. Reveres it to an extent that might be equated to religiously.

When the two release and pull back, the odity replies with a new kind of certainty. There's no turning back by now. Not for him at least, and the bright-spot in/on his chest pulses a few times in a deviation from its steady glow. He'll explain that someday, unless that particular quirk about himself hasn't already been witnessed.

"Bee not force. One have wish to...pro-tect."

He'd failed protecting so many others. This time, maybe, he'd manage to prevail.

"Thank you," he says with sincerity, knowing the words are inadequate. His soul, after all, can't lie.

Of course the pulsing glow in Renne's chest catches Bee's attention! He wouldn't be a very good scientist if he didn't have an eye for observing changes.

"What does that light mean?" he asks, his fingers hovering a short distance from Renne's chest.

Light?

Oh. The Human's hand so close to the spot, Renne can't fail to 'feel' it. Cold so near to a hot little stone. Backing up a little, quite afraid of darkening the halls of Billy's own 'self' with a past shadow, the oddity's expression takes on a somewhat serious note.
"Heartless" in a lot of ways, literally applies.

"This...per-mits Life. With-out, One not exist."

A breath. He commands his temperature under strict moderation. It's likely not needed in this place/time/existence but he does so anyway, understanding at least a little about Human anatomy regarding intense heat.
With the temperature cooled down, the creature then nods, permitting a memory to play out.

-The Before-Time. When, once, he could make himself appear at least humanoid in appearance. He stood a respectable six feet and a single heart nearly ready to grow/split into its one-and-three final stage thundered inside him. He had just gone through the Time-of-Change, a process akin to death-and-rebirth.
The problem?
The seven foot tall demon standing enraged in front of him -- a former commander, furious that not only had this six-foot upstart unwittingly broken a law, he dared hold onto the NightRunner name.
"Rise from the dead, eh? Let's see you come back from this!"

A taloned hand thrust forward. In seconds, where a breastbone and the front section of a latticed ribcage resided, an empty hole replaced it.
The fledgling heart and bone lay in a talon-ended hand.-

The memory concludes abruptly, sparing the Human any seriously gory details -- no one really needs to see all that.
Without words, the stone sort of 'explains' itself as the oddity offers a smile. Strong emotions cause its glow to flare up. Strong enough and it's akin to a heart skipping a beat.

Billy watches in silence, suspecting that the chill in the air is a forewarning.

Then, the memory plays and nothing can prepare him for the shock. Of watching his dear friend and new bondmate have his heart savagely ripped out. A powerful anger overtakes him then, tinged with sorrow and fear for Renne. If only he could have morphed and taught that demon a thing or two.

Renne's smile calms his emotions slightly, at least. "I see now. I'm so sorry," he offers, feeling guilty for makiing Renne relive that memory.

"Um...is there anything else about me that you want to see?"

A smile is offered back.

While it isn't said, the concept rings loud and clear -- it's an old memory and the demon had in turn, ended up paying a price of his own.

"One sur-vive. Bee, not need for-give."

There's neither guilt nor resentment here. Old memories have long since mellowed out. Blushing a little, the creature answers.

"On-ly what Bee wish, tell."

Billy draws his emotions back into equilibrium, smiling at his friend.

"Then I'll share one more thing with you." Something that feels like Stacy filters into their experience, and Billy's more recent memories start to guide through. Waking up in the slime, cold and alone. Meeting his newer friends. Long days in Engineering. Attempts at improving his combat abilities. And, with a wave of embarrassment, the time he nearly got his team on an away mission killed with a hallucinogenic plant. Many of the memories are happy, though, tinged with silent awe of the expanse of the universe.

That's there too---the dream of exploring vast new worlds that he'd carried with him since childhood.

A final smile.

It's all he can offer, within the waves of pure emotion that is simply 'here', but the oddity senses everything he can and everything he gets? Etched into his own memory, sure that none of it is forgotten.

Within what is to him as Transcendence, he 'sends' one last embrace and a mutual awe of the expanses without. But also, the vast expanses within. Exploration and a home, a family. Two diametircally opposing dremas and yet, maybe, they both might simultaneously become a single truth.

It is with this thought that he carefully withdraws back into the world of solid touch, the world Humans call 'reality'. His whisper echoes of the formal words oft spoken at this time.

"One part from thee, but never parted. Until again, T'hy'la."

He'd never forgotten how much like a kick in the gut that can often feel like.
Returned now to his own Solidity and the thing called "karaoke", the creature takes a moment to just breathe. It's a lot even for him!

KARAOKE DANCE PARTY!!! [OPEN, COME GRAB FREE CR!]

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