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Of Wizards and Other Divine Things

Title: Of Wizards and Other Divine Things
Location: Stacy; Engineering

It had taken him not too long to realise that an interdimensional wizard had made his way into Renne's expansive panthaeon of Deities. Whether he was a Deity or not had become irrelevant, much like Imhotep being deified in Egypt's Old Kingdom. And it was to this wizard Renne prayed, worshipped as he worked. He'd come to love this place, this strange building with its secret song but it had become a love that set this place apart as sacred, holy.

"You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be."

Constant softly-spoken prayer and song are his mantra as his hands work steadily on this strange device. It's a golden thing with a single, broad blue stripe, taken after a Pharaoh's death mask, except this is nothing to do with death and it isn't a mask. At the converging center point of this vaguely triangular piece, a silver diamond sits emblazoned with two unicorn's heads with their horns crossed.

He smiles upon checking his work. The easy part is completed now, with the faint blue tinge set on the unicorns' heads. The hard part is what comes next and his fingers carefully touch a place between the unicorns' heads. And he crosses his proverbial fingers.

You raise me up...

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Billy's wanderings are taking a rather familiar path today. After all he's done to move on from the recent trauma, he thinks it will be a comfort to retreat to this familiar place.

Of course, he's not entirely surprised to hear that a certain someone else is already there. Is Renne too busy for visitors?

Billy decides to sit just around the corner, leaning against the familiar building. Here, he listens and waits for Renne's reaction.

He's quite engrossed in his work and veneration at this point. Although smiling a little at the sound of familiar footsteps, it's not until he finally raises this thing he's working on skyward.

Like a hopeful offering or a gift with its maker praying this gift isn't somehow impure. Or something that could desecrate this place, its people, its song. Its very concept. Thus, he slowly lifts the vaguely triangular thing skyward. It has a bit of weight on it but it's not unwieldy. The shape merely determined that it falls across one's shoulders if it ever gets put on.

From his position around the corner, Billy spies the shine of gold and silver near Renne's paws. What could that be?

Whatever it is, it seems that Renne's ready for him. Eager to discover what's going on, the human steps away from the wall and closer to his brother's craft.

"What's going on?"

"Eee? Bee, hell-loww."

Oh, my. See that blush on his face? That's him being bashful and just a touch hesitant as he replies. The thing in his hands? It seems as if he's holding it now slightly lower to the floor. Which honestly, considering the thing easily equals about one sixth of his bodyweight? Yeah, Renne's no super-strong thing.

"Is fohrrr Bee."

That...well, it didn't quite surprise Billy, but it awed him. The shield was beautifully crafted and made of materials that looked quite rare. It almost gave off the appearance of being made for royalty.

Noticing Renne's struggle, he walks over to help Renne set it down. "Here, let me help with that. It's...wow, you're great at this. I'm sure the crew would be impressed if they knew!"

Other, more personal feelings were bubbling up within him at the sight of it, but those would come in time.

"Eee. Is fohrrr Bee. Rrrr-enne prray Sohrr-Doo b-less, li-ke he do Bee."

Ah, that's much better. Still quite ablush, his voice drops down to nearly a whisper and when his words halt, the imp dips his head down a little. He'd been many things all at once since the idea had come to him -- nervous, excited, determined, even a little unsure.

"That Zordon would like it? I'm sure he'd want me to be protected, but...I've never been in possession of a shield before. When he was the Green Ranger, Tommy had one. He lent it to Jason and Zack when they were in need of extra protection during battle, but I was never in that situation."

Honestly, Billy wasn't sure how he would feel. It was beautiful and would serve him well, he was sure, but he'd never had that weight on his shoulders during a battle before. He'd have to get used to it, and that was something he fully intended to do.

"Should I try it on?"

"It...Do Bee wahn-t?"

There's a long moment of hesitation there. Something in him whispers that he might've crossed some unseen line and the pious thing that he is, there's even a flash of fear, as if Zordon himself might strike him down with lightning. Or something to that effect.

Thus, he drops into a bow he hasn't done in ages. A bow performed only by the lowest of the slave-classes.

Oh no.

Renne's taking it the wrong way---no, of course he wants it! He'd have to be an incredibly cruel and short-sighted person to refuse such a thoughtful and amazing gift. Those thoughts leak out, and they're shoved in Renne's direction just a little.

"I would be foolish to refuse it," Billy says decisively. "You don't need to bow like that---you haven't offended me in the slightest. I was just starting to feel nostalgic."

To prove his point, he extends his fingers to touch the shield again---and when he does, his Power Coin seems to light up of its own accord.

"Rrrr-enne nohwahn-t Sohrrr-Doo mad. Ohrrr Bee mad."

The god-fearing reverence in his voice isn't hard to miss. He knows he's quite ignorant on many, many levels regarding that part of Billy Cranston. That part that's touched by an ancient sage, Renne indeed sees as something holy, something godlike. And who is he to touch it?

Hopefully those feelings will fade soon.

Billy's committed to reassuring his brother and making sure he understands, but the human's just...engulfed in a column of white light that makes it rather difficult to talk.

When the light fades, the person kneeling in front of Renne is fully encased in his blue and white armor with an added flair. Yes, that's the shield gleaming magnificently on his shoulders.

"Wow...Renne, you really know how to make a shield." Just like that, the thing had morphed him and integrated into his standard uniform.

Blink.

Cautiously rising up from that crouching bow, the oddity's ears give a puzzled twitch. For a second, there's a flash of terror that he might have somehow caused something to go wrong.

Renne misses the light itself but he...feels it, hears it in an odd synesthetic way. Ultimately, he's not quite sure what it means.

"B-Bee?"

"It's okay," Billy assures, catching one of Renne's paws in his gloved hand. "My Power Coin reacted when I touched the shield again."

He smiles under the mask, guiding Renne's paw to the silver diamond of the shield. "Morphing felt slightly different this time. It's hard to explain precisely what the change was, but it felt like you."

"Haow? Rrr-enne noh go-t...mah-gic orrrr no-thin-g. It noh hurrr-t Bee? Haow it do?"

All five or not all five senses, Renne's big eyes widen considerably and his ears come straight up, perked in what is a mix of emotion. A twinge of worry, wonder, amazement, questions he'd dare not ask.

That really puzzles him. Under his hands, it had simply been a piece of armour.

"No, I'm not hurt. I'm not sure exactly what happened. It happened so fast."

After a few moments of quiet thought, he hypothesizes: "I think it reacted that way because it was your gift. A part of myself recognized that, and because the Power is part of me, it decided to integrate the shield. It should appear every time I morph from now on."

He can't help but wonder what it looks like on him---shame there are no mirrors around. But he trusts that it's a decent look.

"Bu-t...Haow? Wha-t..."

There's a moment of silence as he considers his words. Questions fly through his mind like wildfire -- should he ask this? Does he hav the right to ask in the first place? Is it something beyond understanding?

All of these questions and the one he dare not ask show in the expression on his face and the brief flashes of colour streaking across his skin. As always, that spot in himself whispers caution. This is not his world, not his place.

"What is it? Renne, you know you can ask me anything. I'd be an awful scientist if I refused knowledge to you."

Congratulations, Renne, you now have Billy's curiosity turned on extracting your questions.

"Eee...uh....It noh be Rrrr-enne pla-ce."

He's been sure of that since the day he'd found out. It's something he's too afraid of tarnishing or somehow shattering at the slightest step. It's a world he'd gladly reconnect Billy to to the best of his ability, cost of himself be damned.

"Can't I be the judge of that?"

It really hurts Billy that Renne thinks he can't ask.

"I...It..."

Another moment of hesitation. It's taking a bit of willpower to not drop into that slave-bow again. Biting his lip, the imp first offers Billy the raw, unfiltered-by-words feelings he'd just experienced.

And then, he hesitantly whispers the questions he'd been afraid to ask.

"Wha-t Paow-errr be? Haow it do?"

"That's all?"

Billy has to bite his lip to keep from smiling. He'd been expecting something deeply embarrassing. This question was one he could try to answer.

"We weren't told exactly how they work, but this is what I know: first, it's obviously not magic, otherwise you would have reacted badly. Then...

"When I activate the Power Coin, it establishes a link between my Power Morpher and the Morphin Grid. The Grid is an energy field that exists all around us---in a way, it's a component of life itself. Through that link, my morpher draws power from the Grid and injects it into my body. I become stronger, faster, and more alert for the duration of the morph."

"The energy that doesn't enter my body lingers outside it, forming a casing around me. It passes through my clothes, teleporting them away and storing them within the morpher until I de-moprh. Then, when the energy's on my skin, it draws on the pattern stored in the morpher and solidifies into my uniform. All of that happens in an instant. Then, when I de-morph, the uniform pulls away, my clothes are teleported back into place, and the energy flow from the Grid stops. It almost feels like what happens after you eat white chocolate."

The simplest comparison he can think of, even if it's not the best. "I don't completely understand it either, Renne, so I'm sorry if that was a poor explanation. There wasn't much time to research the details on my former world and I haven't located that information here."

"Eee. It...Wha-t it feel li-ke?"

Okay, so he has to stifle a chirping giggle at the comparison to him eating white chocolate but soon enough, he nods. Indeed, had it been magic in origin, he'd likely not be in very good health right now. Pondering for a moment, the oddity considers several things.

Then...

"Wha-t it ma-ke Bee feel li-ke?"

Within his understanding of things, emotion is at the source. It's a catalyst for things and this Grid sounds...very very similar in some ways.

"It feels...almost like being electrocuted. I've been electrocuted before, and it's quite painful, but morphing isn't. The sensation's a tingling that spreads through my body in a rush. During the battle, that little buzz is always there. And...how do I feel?"

That takes a moment to sort out. "I feel strong and cofident. Not to the point of recklessness, of course, but I have the courage I need to act. I just know hat somehow we'll find a way to overcome the challenge in front of us."

"Rrrr-enne nh neh-verrr do tha-t." Meaning, being electrocuted. It's one of the things he's yet to experience. "It ma-ke Bee mohrrre strrron-g? Do it prrro-teckt Bee?"

For a moment, Renne lifts a webbed paw and kind of flexes his fingers in the air, as if holding back something. Holding back the wonder, the awe, the perhaps childlike desire to try and touch this likely intangible thing to understand it.

"Rrrr-enne ho-pe it noh go ah-way whe-n Mohrrrrff be done."

"Yes. The uniform looks and feels somewhat flimsy, but it's a tradeoff between letting us move freely and absorbing damage. When it's hit, fibers in the fabric distribute the impact over a bigger area so that it doesn't hurt as much. It's almost like people wearing large webbed snowshoes to distribute their weight so they don't sink as far into the snow as they normally would, except that it's worn as a shield by the snow instead of the person's foot."

Billy runs his fingers over the shield again, thinking that he should probably find a mirror before he de-morphs. "I think it will, unfortunately---but it will come back every time I morph, like Tommy's shield did. Even if it somehow got damaged, it would regenerate as new every time."

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