<div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/45/31/0e/45310ed9cd6dd045be76a075e78d1a49.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Santiago Leon<br/>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=257949.msg13244699#msg13244699)<strong>Alias:</strong>Purple Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Evening/October 1st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mega City streets<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Mention:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>The Power Rangers. Santiago had wondered if anyone else had really taken note of the term rather than gloss it over, which was tempting as Red's inner stowaway did it's best impression of an encyclopedia. At least they finally had a name for what their band of misfits were. Eventually, Isabella's truck would arrive at the location of the rest of the gang, and Santiago would be exiting from his side of the vehicle to piece together what had been missed. He could see that Bence was clearly still distraught, but for reasons obviously more severe as stains of blood drenched his clothes mainly near his arm. "Jesus. Looks like it was a bloodbath." That probably wasn't the most sensitive thing for the hoodlum to say as his remorse surfaced quick when his now fellow ranger mentioned the severing of his own arm. Brown eyes squinted for a better look. It seemed miraculously fine now. The 'starfishes', as he put it, must be able to apply some sort of healing factor to their physiology. Still, if that was the case, how was it he still sported the many scars he had received earlier in the Athletic Center's training ring. It'd definitely be something he'd bring up to the vixen in his skull later.<br/><br/>Santiago continued to listen to Bence expressing his sentiments. The guy was apologizing, but he felt there wasn't a reason to. They had all been blind-sided by the extreme scenario they had been thrust into. If he had been comfortable in any way, he probably wasn't human himself. Had Santiago not been a fighter in his time outside of class, who knew how he would have handled the weight of everything. His hostility at first came from the fact that it was just him highly outnumbered while<em>they</em>were all together apparently saving the day. Now the boxer was getting a better understanding of things. Being punched, scratched, and bitten from all sides all at once had him initially dismissive to his she-devil. He could see the great ally she was to him now. If fate were different, he'd probably end up as a shell for one of these<em>Tauran</em>. Things were now serious. He'd need to be serious. His fighting spirit would be his greatest asset to get him through as it always had. Now was no time to succumb to fears. It was becoming a matter of life and death.<br/><br/>At the mention of living together, Santiago couldn't help but be taken aback. Was such a circumstance really necessary? They all BARELY new each other from what he could gather. His thoughts drifted off to the meagerness of his off-campus apartment as he examined the rest of the group. It wasn't too bad for just him, but to take on one of them might have made things a little... tight. It wasn't like he had a guest room. His amateur bouts did just well enough to help him support the one-bedroom he went home to every night. While bunking with a female wouldn't have been minded too much on his end, he doubted they'd be just as eager, and the last thing he'd want to do was fight for bed covers with the big guy over there. The couch was always an option, but Santiago would have been damned if he was the one sleeping on it where he was paying rent. Well, if his roomie chipped in, maybe, but at that point he'd just suggest getting a two-bedroom place. Being more towards the outside of the rallying crew, the Purple Ranger let his contesting voice be heard. "While that sounds like a blast, I think I'll pass... On the living together, I mean. Not the food. I'm freakin' starving." After as much drinking as he had gotten accomplished, he was actually getting pretty hungry.