Gathering of the Power Rangers [Closed for now]

[morphitudinous]

Having posted his call for the Rangers to report to the Command Center immediately whenever they had time, there was little Billy could do but stand in the circle of consoles and wait. With dim blue lights twinkling along the walls, he could just about see his hand in front of his face.

Maybe he should have asked someone to bring a flashlight.

Shaking that thought off, he started preparing a speech for the others in his head, reminding himself of all the rules and ideals. The threshold of a new beginning. What an exciting and nerve-wracking place to be.

I wish you were here, Billy thought as the light reflected off the empty glass tube. But wishing wouldn't bring anyone back, as the past year had proven. The Rangers were his responsibility now, and he'd have to improvise.

Starting with the first few Rangers. He hoped they would make it through the door safely, and further that they wouldn't trip.

((A guest will be dropping in already, but depending on how the conversation goes others might be asked to come by later. Let's go!))

Comments

[thewunderkind]

She thought about it in deep thought for a few seconds. Ninja...ninja...

"I know there is a guy called McNinja who was a doctor around here...and that's about it." She didn't see the logic of bringing doctors into this training. Unless it was going to get very dangerous, very soon. She could live with that.

[morphitudinous]

"They might be doctors---I don't know them very well, but a ninja's main skill is stealth. They have such complete control over their bodies that they can even unleash supernatural powers. We saw Dustin's wind blasts during the fight."

Billy was still thinking that over. "I don't have those powers as a Ranger, and I don't believe your morphers possess them either, so they may be able to train us."

[bonnypiperlad]

"How can ye see a blast of wind?" Jamie asks, looking somewhat baffled by the concept. He thinks you could see things being thrown about by the wind, but not the wind itself. Well, not unless it was some odd supernatural effect. He supposes it's possible.

Stealth, at least, he can understand. "Aye, being able to be unseen could be a good thing. Ye never know when ye might find yourself creeping up a corridor and in need of something like that."