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trans_92010-06-07 05:29 pm
morphitudinous) wrote in trans_92010-06-07 05:29 pm
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Empty Hallowed Halls [Open]
How could Billy have missed this heart-wrenchingly familiar structure on all his prior trips to the City?
On a test flight of the RADBUG's improved engine, he'd happened to turn his head just the right way and spot the unmistakable scroll-like tops of a building that had been his second home for so long. The second it was spotted in the distance, he changed course and brought the car into a descent. Moments later he parked just outside the ground-level entrance.
So the only confirmed remnants of my world are myself, my Zord, the RADBUG, and the Command Center. Perhaps Tenaya as well, but her world seems to be radically altered. I highly doubt that Zordon and Alpha are inside waiting for me, but I need to investigate.
It pained him to admit it, but he was afraid of what he would (or wouldn't) find. But a Ranger never backed away from a potentially tricky situation. Even if they had to call for backup, which Billy decided would be wise when entering an abandoned building. In seconds, a quick note was typed out on his omnicom and posted.
As Billy studied the exterior he hadn't seen in what he guessed must have been almost a year, he turned his Power Coin in his palm. It seemed to feel more charged than usual. Likely to be a low-key reaction to its location, he thought.
On a test flight of the RADBUG's improved engine, he'd happened to turn his head just the right way and spot the unmistakable scroll-like tops of a building that had been his second home for so long. The second it was spotted in the distance, he changed course and brought the car into a descent. Moments later he parked just outside the ground-level entrance.
So the only confirmed remnants of my world are myself, my Zord, the RADBUG, and the Command Center. Perhaps Tenaya as well, but her world seems to be radically altered. I highly doubt that Zordon and Alpha are inside waiting for me, but I need to investigate.
It pained him to admit it, but he was afraid of what he would (or wouldn't) find. But a Ranger never backed away from a potentially tricky situation. Even if they had to call for backup, which Billy decided would be wise when entering an abandoned building. In seconds, a quick note was typed out on his omnicom and posted.
As Billy studied the exterior he hadn't seen in what he guessed must have been almost a year, he turned his Power Coin in his palm. It seemed to feel more charged than usual. Likely to be a low-key reaction to its location, he thought.
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His hands move in slow, seemingly meaningless rings and spirals in the air. His voice quietly whispers the beginnings of a song. Fleetingly, Renne's mind reminds him that next time, if ever, he ought to wear the proper attire for coming this close. Next time, he'll cover his face and bring a blossom from the L'Langiniar chain.
Right here, right now, Renne's hands move as his voice moves, as his memory moves. From there, he offers the formation of a small gift. An offering at the foot of a sacred place.
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Eventually, the question on his mind is answered. He keeps his eyes on Renne before looking at the offering, silently indicating that Billy is willing to talk now.
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Still, when the offering's construction is completed, the oddity places it on the ground. It's a blossom contrived of memory, glass and a little bit of gold thrown in to create a distinct reflective effect.
Like a devout faithful at the holy-of-holies, the oddity's offering ends with his own moment of silence. ...And the faint tint of a blush on his face as he notes the Human's scent so close by.
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When that's seen, he reaches for Renne and grasps a shoulder. Thank you.
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At first, the oddity offers a soft chirp, as if he's a little afraid to speak and somehow blaspheme. To the hand on his skinny shoulder though, the Human gets a brief nudge-sniff.
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Smiling slightly, Billy shifts closer to Renne and throws an arm over him. Really, he's grateful that you're here. That much can be felt. "Well, this is my old haunt. It's not much now, but it was home."
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He doesn't ay 'was". "Was" means gone, without much more than memory remaining to him. Blushing a shade brighter, the oddity's arms come 'round the Human beside him.
"It go-t prrrret-ty Son-g." Yeah, to him, buildings, locations, relics and things can sing. To his ears, places and things with history have a voice of their own.
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The reference to a song raises an eyebrow in surprise. Billy doesn't hear anything. He supposes it's another part of Renne's abilities.
"What's the song like?"
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"Do Bee wahn-t lis-sen?"
That is, if any life-form aside from he believes such things as inanimates could sing, could speak, could in their own way, have a song.
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Billy briefly wonders what a song for such a place would be like. He'd never understand as well as Renne can, but the Power must have its own sound. There might be traces of Zordon, Alpha, and the Rangers there too.
Ever-curious, he waits for Renne to do what he will.
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Letting go of the Human for a moment, Renne turns to face as directly toward this building as he can. His arms raise in a posture of worship and he's quiet enough that one could hear a ghost drift through this place.
When his arms come back down, Renne whispers reverently to the place itself in his native tongue and a paw finds one of Billy's hands.
Now all Renne can do is hope and listen.
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When Renne's paw slips into the human's hand, Billy softly squeezes it and reaches outward with his mind. If something's there, he wants to hear it.
After a moment or two, another quiet song starts to play in his mind. It takes him through his memories, remembering exacftly how he'd felt when he'd first become a Ranger and met their mentor.
All of that is still here.
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It's Billy's place and in turn, Billy's right to know the Song of his place.
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It renews his hope that everything he knew and loved is out there somewhere in the universe. When the song finishes, he turns and embraces Renne once more. Don't look now, but he may have tears of relief in his eyes.
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It's from here that his whisper echoes; his voice still not daring to commit an unknown blasphemy.
Thee hear Song? One hope. One be-lieve thee, not a-lone here.
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Billy's soul feels considerably lighter. He'd felt the imprints they'd left behind and been surrounded by them. Bad memories gave the song some low notes, but for the most part he felt triumph and quiet endurance. Life went on. He went on. Even if they couldn't walk beside him, their contributions to his life remained part of him.
That can't be taken away. With that thought in mind, he holds on until the tears start to dry.
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Outwardly, the imp holds on to the human until Billy alone wishes to part; a paw coming up to try and rhythmically, gently pet his hair. Tears, as he had known them, are painful things, leaving one exhausted but this time? This time, the oddity is introduced to the other kind of tears -- the kind that really can heal.
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The soft pats on his hair calm him quickly enough, and when he's ready he draws back and wipes his eyes with a hand. "Come on, I'll take you to the main chamber."
That said, he stands and starts to move toward the entrance when Renne is ready.
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A final moment like this ends slowly for the oddity. As the Human pulls back, a paw comes up to gently try to brush away any remaining tears.
By now though, he's blushing something fierce and follows closely but reverently at Billy's feet.
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When his tears are wiped away, Billy blushes and quickly turns to the task of navigating the Command Center. He leads Renne carefully around the circle of the base to the entrance to the main chamber.
It's quiet here. To Billy, it's the same place lit with a dim blue glow, but Renne will experience it differently. There are traces of Bee and his friends here, along with the lingering remains of a wise leader and his robotic assistance.
Physical obstacles here include a globe mounted on a stand near the entrance, a round platform partially surrounded by consoles, and Zordon's empty tube mounted on the far wall.
"Well, this is it."
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His ears come up. His voice gives a quiet, investigative chirp to figure out at least basic acoustics within the building. Seconds later, his skin flashes a blaze of diamond-crystal fragments of colour -- he dares not Transcend, to understand this place but the will to understand it grows by the second.
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What is it?
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Oh yes, that is reverence.
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That's all there is to it, Renne. Bee adores you. Say jump, and he'll ask 'how high?'
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Mutual adoration, it seems. Offering the Human a nuzzle, the oddity lets some of the reverence/joy/calm/serenity/awe pour out.
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