Akayaofthemoon

Secret Force: A Power Rangers Story

_{Location — Suburbs, Angel Gove, CA}
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Jordan raised a brow at him in question, practically using all of her willpower not to roll her eyes as he started in with trying to deny her claim. If he had come out confident, she might have debated on if her assumption was wrong but it was clear from his stumbling that she had nailed it on the head. Seriously, who does that? It seems she must have given quite the expression of her displeasure because he instantly changed his tune or at least the direction of his words to form a half apology half excuse for the misfortune that had befallen her. If that wasn’t enough to grate on her nerves, the nervous laugh didn’t do much in the way of favors. Unfortunately, before she could even respond he seemed to be struck with some kind realization but not one in her favor as it seemed to mean his immediate retreat. ”You seriously are not trying to give me a half assed apology...before..running….”, Jordan started in on interrupting him and working to pick a fight but stopped to stare at, well, she wasn’t sure exactly what kind of getup that even was...cosplay or some kind of... what was it nerds liked, LARPing or some shit. Either way, that was way more distracting and weird than the conversation they were currently just having.

At Levi’s question she actually shrugged her shoulders while still in shock, having no clue about any kind of convention but if it was true then a mental note needed to be made about never visiting the center during this time. A freaking bunch of weirdos if you asked her, which was being proven even more by the fact they were messing with someone else’s property. Now, she wasn’t too happy with the delivery, sure, but no one deserved to be ransacked or stolen from right in front of their face. Jordan went to dig her phone out of her pocket to call the police but realized that her phone was missing and decided, fuck it... better to just take it into their own hands. ”Hey Asshole! You hard of hearing or just dumb as bricks! Get the hell out of here!”, she called out to the weird alien knight thing. It seems they were both being ignored though as a metal box was lifted into view from the back of the truck bed. The box was something out of a strange sci-fi or fantasy though as it brightly glowed blue and green even in the day time. Jordan instantly had a feeling that she had been tangled up in something she shouldn’t have, a strange pull to get closer to the box but also a sense of danger that told her to get away which had her hair standing on end.

She didn’t even have time to react on either of those signals as she felt herself being tackled to the ground, wind being knocked out of her as something or more like someone curled protectively around her form. She stared up at him, simply laying there in shock as she tried to process what just happened as he seemed to be doing the same. By some miracle, they both had seemed to come out unharmed and any feelings she had anger wise towards the man on top of her was easily tossed out the window since she probably wouldn’t be here right now without him. Sadly, that line of thought also left room for other thoughts like say the damage that explosion had caused. Now, while there was a special bond between a man and his truck...she gave pretty much zero fucks about that….nope her mind was on, ‘How the hell am I explain this because even I wouldn’t believe this shit?! Hey, funny story….I ordered Chinese and while fighting about the wrong order of said delivery, a cosplaying alien knight decided to rob the delivery truck but it had a packaged bomb or something completely suspicious in the back which caused the truck to explode and thus obliterated your door. Yup, that doesn’t sound crazy at all!’. Jordan slowly raised up on her elbows, glaring in unison with Levi at the one who had caused this whole mess before carefully standing up.

She was about to stomp forward to get in this person's face and give them a piece of her mind or at the very least a good ass whooping but stopped when the rifle came into play. She was pissed but not stupid enough to fight someone who had a freaking weapon. Jordan cringed as the rifle was aimed in their direction and she found herself grabbing Levi’s arm, planning to pull him into cover but the loud throom before the beam of light had her actions stalled. There was no hiding from that as it just took out the wall to the living room with one freaking shot! Whatever was across the street from them, that wasn’t human or at least the weapon sure as hell wasn’t. They didn’t have time to run before the next shot was lined up so she yanked Levi to bend down with her, trying to make a smaller target and to roll forward quicker if they needed to dodge something. The roof took the blast this time, some debris falling but luckily nothing near them for the time being. At least this thing seemed to have sucky aim but one wrong move and they would be screwed. Why was it even still here? What the hell did it want? “Hand over the energems and I’ll let you live!”

”Germawhatnow? What the fuck is that?”, Jordan said in confusion, not even bothering to yell but looking around on what it could even mean when the blue and green glow caught her attention. Wasn’t that what the box was glowing with? Is that the thing it was talking about? She reached out her hand picking up the blue crystal, not caring if it was radioactive or whatever the hell at this point if it meant leverage of any kind. She stood up, one hand on her hip and the other one confidently holding the crystal as she asked tauntingly,”What!? This little thing?!”

Secret Force: A Power Rangers Story

_{Location — Uncle’s Home}
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She was beginning to believe that she had been tricked into returning to Angel Grove which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing but Jordan hated feeling like she had egg on her face. The only reason for not voicing her complaints as of yet was out of love for her Uncle but that was about it. It was his only saving grace from her wrath because he had scared her, claiming to be unwell and pressing on her emotions to make her cave in, drop everything at the drop of a dime to return home. There were other ways to get her attention then being so dramatic but maybe that is where she got some of her own personality from since she had been known to do the same or worse. Either way, she still found herself alone while he went gallivanting and having a “boys day” or whatever it was he had said. All she knew was he was playing poker and having a good time while she was stuck home trying to find a job and a new place to live because like hell she would be living with her Uncle for the foreseeable future or continuing to be a mooch. She didn’t care what other people thought for her but she still had self respect and living with basically your parent at this age was just not on the top of her list of accomplishments or wants.

Either way, she decided to finally pause on a full day of searching and actually get some food in her since that had been pushed to the wayside for what she viewed as more important matters. Opening the fridge, she gave a frown as she leaned against the door and debated if she really wanted anything they had or better yet to even spend time cooking. ”Fuck it, I’m ordering delivery.”, Jordan muttered under her breath as she slammed the door shut before yanking her phone out of her pocket. She automatically pulled up the Panda Express website, a go to for her usual delivery needs since she didn’t want a shit ton of leftovers and quickly shot in her favorited items, paying for her delivery. She seriously hoped it would arrive soon because she was practically starving now with nothing to distract her. Honestly, she could have thanked anyone above that it was close by but who knows if she would get lucky enough for someone to be able to snag it right away.

Levi Forrester has accepted your order

”Huh, well butter my butt and call me a biscuit….someone actually responded right away. I might have to fucking kiss them for making my day.”, Jordan smiled, pleasantly shocked in her tone. She tossed her phone onto the table and decided to keep herself entertained with some chores busy work that needed to be completed around the house while waiting, cursing her Uncle’s name now and then as she did. Time passed and the order had mostly been forgotten and pushed in the back of her mind, the messages buzzing away and completely lost in the other room which was unfortunate seeing how the deliverer decided to snag her attention. Instead of a simple knock, they had decided to ring the doorbell which normally would have been fine, had Jordan been expecting it and also not half way in a dryer before flinching. ”SON OF A BITCH!!”, she loudly hissed in pure irritation since she had fully smacked her head on the top portion because she had been pulling out clothes during said flinch. It didn’t help that the fucker outside had decided that the doorbell was a freaking alarm to smash on repeat.

”ALRIGHT! HOLD YOUR HORSES!”, she called out, before continuing to herself, ”Seriously, it's not like the world is ending....”. Finally making it to the door, she yanked it open and was almost glad to see the back of her deliverer, no longer feeling the giddy excitement that she had at the beginning of her order and glad she could just get her food without the hassle of a conversation. She bent down to snag her food, not caring about the practically doorbell ditching he had done when she finally stood but paused before going back inside. ’Why the heck does this smell like orange chicken?”, she thought, feeling crushing disappointment rising up in her gut as she checked the box only to find that, yeah, this was completely the wrong order. Jordan was a little more than unpleased to say the least as she closed the box back up and glanced up to a rather handsome face that was trying to be sincere but currently she was thinking how much she just wanted to smack him upside the head. ”Got better places to be, Lee? Cause right now, I am standing here with a freaking headache from the insistent ringing, only to find my order completely wrong, and you seemed practically ready to run. I get that I’m hardly important but why even take the stop if you couldn’t manage it?”, Jordan asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm at first before just showing her pure annoyance and frustration at the mishap. Sure, she could have handled it better but she was hangry, no one would blame her for that! Hell, he was lucky she was keeping her cool so well since she was….fiery at best.

「ʜɪɢʜ ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟ」♔ ♕ 𝐇𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞

You know I’m down but let’s bump this up for more peeps to see :3

《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

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_{Location: ”Innocuous” Warehouse}

_{Interactions/Mentions:@sassy1085@Mintz}

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The annoyance was clear on his face before he even spoke which already had her on edge, ready for a fight but she tried to keep herself calm on the outside because the last thing they needed was to be against each other or go into an all out brawl. She already wasn’t completely on their side as it was and she didn’t want to have them both set the blame in her lap if…when Shadow Scythe Vengeance got away. Nilin didn’t even have a moment to help Sparkles with her lab coat situation before he set in. She listened to what he had to say, relieved that they were physically fine while she was somewhat distracted in clearing out the unarmed civilians but then he turned on her in an accusing tone with anger clearly bubbling under the surface which had her bristling. It didn’t matter that he was bigger than her, making her feel tiny as he menacingly stood directly in front of her and in her space. She stepped closer to meet fire with fire, little care for the distance or lack thereof as she wouldn’t be intimidated. ”And what exactly are you implying?”, she asked in a chilling tone with a harsh glare, ready to defend her side with words or otherwise if need be but for now calling what she hoped was his bluff on the subject.

The tension was so thick in the air that it could have been cut with a knife, neither yielding for a moment before what seemed almost a moment of comedic relief...he took a sip of his drink from earlier, seeming more content and backing off at least for now as well as dropping the issue as to ‘why’ she wasn’t up front and center. Nilin stopped glaring, trying to relax again after such an intense moment. If he was going to drop it then it was only fair she didn’t poke the bear too much and let it lie as well. She raised an eyebrow at the next question, an amused smile curling at the corner of her lips before she gave an animated shrug since at the moment she didn’t actually know what she could do. ”The better question is, what are you packing?”, she questioned teasingly in return with a slight playful smirk. Sure, she could just say she copies the powers of others but at this moment, him not knowing was much more of an advantage to her. Honestly, this guy had done nothing but throw her through a loop since the moment he arrived. She just didn’t seem to get him but at least he was intriguing, she would give him that.

”Anyways, I might not be a tracker but if you had given me two seconds instead of jumping me like a suspect, I would have told you the direction SSV went. You know, seeing as I didn’t have a lab coat jettisoned at my face.”, she answered with a sigh before pointing in the opposite direction of where she was sure Sol had SSV. ”It looked like SSV headed in that direction. My guess is to get out of the spotlight and probably ambush us. We should stay close and watch each other’s backs. I already cleared out a good portion of the civilians, just in case Sparky here ignites something and so SSV can’t use one of them as a shield. Should be safer for everyone this way.”, Nilin stated calmly before continuing, ”Unless one of you has a better idea?”, she asked, trying to give an olive branch so to speak and hear at least what her teammates had to say even if she really needed them to follow along.

Descension {A Modern God RP}

@Misery

Heya! Just pop into the discord and read the rules. There is a place for claims. People are still making sheets. We are all very nice and welcoming!

Descension {A Modern God RP}

Hathor || Goddess of Many Names

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HATHOR

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𝙄𝘿𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙏𝙔 & 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼

Imaan Hammam | #DC143C

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GODDESS OF MANY NAMES

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𝙈𝙔𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙔 & 𝘽𝙄𝙊𝙂𝙍𝘼𝙋𝙃𝙔

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 Hathor has always been there, emerging from the primordial waters at the beginning of time. She has helped mortals with love and fertility, leading them to the creation of life. She is the one that has protected mothers as they carry and breathes life into every child born so they can take their first breath. It is said that her protection can even reach beyond those of mothers and in the past she was called upon by soldiers for her strength and concentration during battle but she will not confirm or deny these facts. Her protection does however extend beyond the living as she welcomes souls into the land of the dead, helping and protecting them on their journey into the afterlife. Due to her being feminine in nature, Hathor’s sphere of influence included music, dance, and sexuality. Those features of hers has also made her the consort of several Egyptian Gods but only one held her heart, Ra himself. Another very important point worth mentioning is that she was one of the numerous deities that was seen as the Eye of Ra, i.e. the feminine component of Ra. In that state, Hathor was the deity that kept Ra safe from his enemies. It also brought out the other side of her, one dark, vicious, and blood-thristy. She did not only punish and bring destruction to those that had threatened Ra but went on a rampage which needed to be stopped by her fellow Gods and Goddesses. There are two sides to every kind and she is very much the holder of this truth. Unfortunately, on a more personal level, Hathor’s love and affection went unanswered because of this same fact. While Ra had promised her the world and to be by his side as his wife, upon seeing certain aspects of her character and with Isis in his ear and openly displaying her attraction, he instead married the other goddess. Hathor was left with a broken hearted but still feeling the need to protect him as she had been made for him. This left her conflicted, angry, hopeful, and saddened though fate seems to be kind in its punishment as he was betrayed by Isis. Set up with a trick to harm him and have his true name revealed (one Hathor never had been blessed with knowing) which give Isis more power. This chain of events lead to Osiris and her rise. It even became where Isis took away Hathor’s followers, the domains that were hers to be shared with this snake of a goddess, and even before their fall this was the start to making her forgotten. A relic of a different time.

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THE INNER SELF

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Descension {A Modern God RP}

@team seven

Boop, deleted....like it never happened xD

I’ll move her on over since that has been done :3

Descension {A Modern God RP}

@team seven

Lol I actually forgot to edit that part after someone asked about that. I’ll change it now.

Descension {A Modern God RP}

@Laertes

Come join the Discord and read the rules. You will be able to see some of the claims and join in.

Delbrook Academy High School

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Water dripped onto the tiled floor, tresses of damp hair being gently held to keep it from flying in all directions as the hairdryer loudly ran past it. Her hands kept up the mundane task of drying hair while her mind wandered, spiraling over all the details that left her nervous about the day. This would be the first time she entered a school, let alone an official classroom since she was in elementary school. What if this was a mistake? What if she just embarrassed herself and made a mess of everything? What if she didn’t like it and her brother’s last kind gesture went to waste? No, she wouldn’t let that happen even if the worst came about but still, this was a big step. One of many she had been making recently and Charlotte could only force herself to look at the bright side and hope for the best. Her father was at least making an effort in her life even if it was for all the wrong reasons and her mother was just waiting in the wings for her to fail so she could rub it in her face and try to prove that she knew best on how Charlotte should live every aspect of her life. She wasn’t letting the woman get her clutches on her again if she had any say in the matter.

She furiously shook her head, as if to ward off the unappealing thoughts and stood up, flipping her hair back into place instead of letting it dangle towards the floor so she could finish up and get ready for the rest of her morning. She snapped off the dryer, making her way up to the loft, and switching the towel she was currently wearing for a simple pair of jeans, a black shirt as well as a plaid button up thrown over the top with the sleeves rolled neatly to her elbow, and a pair of converse. Charlotte wanted to be comfy and relaxed, not worry about being a stylish perfect model for once. Sure, she lightly did her make-up which resulted in a lack of breakfast since she wanted to get to the campus early and at least get a map to figure out where she was going instead of being a lost lamb but in the end it was still worth the effort, at least in her opinion. ”Alright my toasty Marshmallow, I’ve got to run but you watch after the house for me, okay? Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”, she smiled, lavishing pets and chin scratches on the beautiful siamese while only receiving a ‘meow’ in response to her words...or more likely due to the stopping of said affection. ”Good boy.”, she praised, moving out of her crouched position as her phone chimed. ‘Who on earth could that be?’, she thought, digging her phone out of her pocket.

A sense of dread hit her and it felt like rocks were sinking into her stomach as she looked at the title name of who had texted. It wasn’t much of a surprise but it still made her shake in fear as well as anger as she gathered up the courage to at least look at the text.

Charlotte glared, quickly hitting delete on the message before jamming her phone back into her pocket. She wasn’t going to dignify an answer to such a stupid question. Her mother was clearly still in her own world and thought she had done nothing wrong to her daughter growing up, that she was just being hard on her to encourage her to be her best self. Yeah fucking right! That was definitely not how it was in everyone else’s eyes. Crazy bitch was just lucky that all she wanted to do was wash her hands of it all instead of going to the police. She wanted to text back a snippy reply, to tell her that it wasn’t a fucking act and that she was simply done being the woman’s whipping post but that would just make it worse. She would never see reason and a reply would just give her more ammo or worse, think she had won in some way by dragging out a reply. She didn’t need the headache which a conversation would absolutely bring. She took a deep breath, tossing on her leather jacket and sliding on her backpack before locking up and heading out.

The drive was pleasant and gave her a chance for her temper to simmer and dissipate. Traffic held her up a bit but she was still reasonably early which she was thankful for as she yanked off her helmet, switching her leather jacket for her backpack in the bike's storage compartment and just hanging the helmet on the handle. If someone really wanted to be that much of a dickbag and steal like head protection then more power to them. It was relatively easy to find the office, sorting out her paperwork and being released with map, lock, and schedule in hand. She highly doubted much would be needed for homeroom at least on the first day so Charlotte ended up stopping by her locker to drop everything off before navigating the halls. It had taken a bit longer than she cared to admit but once she found the room, a line was presented before her. Honestly, she couldn’t help but chuckle a bit as she didn’t realize that lining up was something they did even in highschool. She remembered it from her elementary school days but it seemed childish still or maybe they just liked order? After a while, she started to believe the latter was the correct option as no other class was doing the same.

She waited patiently, popping on her headsets so she could listen to music and not stand in complete boredom. Once the line started moving however, she slipped one of them out so she could at least pretend to pay attention. Charlotte gave a pleasant Spanish greeting to Miss Goldman before making her way in, looking for her assigned seat before plopping down. She watched as people greeted each other, obviously knowing each other from last year while others were doing greetings to the new people around them. Miss Goldman quickly went over what she expected from the class and what they could expect shortly. The announcements were average and when she was asked to stand she did, going with the flow. She followed as requested to the assembly which was not her style whatsoever, both headphones promptly going in and ignoring the world around her for a bit. Charlotte only realized it was over as people started to stand, the Seniors getting excited as they exited to the field.

To say she was surprised was an understatement. Sure, she had listened to what to expect but when you hear school carnival, this was hardly what she had in mind. She thought they had just been exaggerating to make it sound more inviting. Instantly, she shoved her music into her free pocket, one single destination in mind as she sprinted excitedly to find a funnel cake stand and maybe somewhere for a corn dog before seeing if they had that dart balloon popping game. It took a bit of wandering, shuffling through the crowd but finally she saw the most beautiful sign around ’Southern Momma's Funnel Cakes’ and she made sure to pop in line pronto. ”Finally! Glad they had one…”, she muttered to herself, the smell making her mouth water. Charlotte glanced at the menu while she waited and raised a brow in curiosity at deep-fried Oreos. ’Huh, maybe I’ll get one to try. I do like sweets after all and how bad can it be?’, she thought to herself.