<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/GKOO4Re.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kara Pennant (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=257949.msg12739540#msg12739540)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Pink Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mega City Streets<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bence(?) |<strong>Mentions:</strong>Vivienne et al.<hr/><br/>"<strong>Whoa, hey!</strong>was all Kara could muster as Bence strode by her. A sweet look and ice cream usually did it for her but her wiles had meant very little to Mr. Moody and his Brain Friend. She spun on her heel to watch Bence clamor through the front doors of the BYOB Pub. There was a brief moment where the girl thought that it may be best to leave him to his own devices, let him figure this thing out all on his own. There was no walking a mile in his shoes for Kara, though. If anything bugged her, she ran to the closest person and screamed her problems at him until she felt better. That person was usually Vivienne.<br/><br/>Kara glanced over her shoulder at the other rangers. They had drinks now, which made her incredibly jealous. She was hoping to catch the eye of one of them to reassure the group that she was going to take care of this.<em>I'll drag him back - don't wait up!</em>She projected her thoughts in their general direction, accompanying it with a weird smirk and a glance at the door. Was that how this mind reading worked? There was no getting used to it.<br/><br/>Stepping out into the setting October sun, Kara looked down either direction of the road for any sign of Bence. The alleged Pink Ranger was under the impression that speed was her thing and being all weird and ghost-like was Vivienne's. The disappearing act didn't quite fit in with the whole muscle bit that Bence had going on.<br/><br/>You're thinking small. You can dream a little bigger with me here, dear. Don't forget. Coach popped up into Kara's head to get her back on task and to, once again, remind her that she was more than just a mere twenty-something attending Omega U.<br/><br/><em>Right. Right you are, Coach. Let's see...</em>Kara looked down at her hands, as if it was going to help. She pictured a hologram map just showing up from nowhere with a navigation point that just blinked 'BENCE!' at her in bright, red colours. No luck. All she got was a quickly melting ice cream in her left hand. She sighed to herself before walking in any old direction, pitching the cone into a garbage receptacle she happened to walk by.<em>Don't say a thing. I got this.</em><br/><br/>Kara tried to push out any and all distractions from her head. Eyeball Guy was prevalent in her mind. He lingered for a few moments, then disappeared into images and thoughts of Vivienne and their intimate moment not too long ago. She frowned. It wasn't upsetting in its own right but, deep down, she still blamed Coach for her brief foray into lesbianism with her best friend and blamed him even more now that those images were the hardest to shoo away. Just as she thought her mind was free from daydreams and ponderings, she couldn't get a song out of her head.<em>Purple Rain? The fuck...?</em><br/><br/>Need I remin--<br/><br/><em>Coach! I got it!</em>Kara stopped dead in her tracks this time. She brushed off a few fall leaves off the ledge of a flowerbed, then left her hands on her bottom to ensure that she sat on her dress rather than the cold stone. Thinking, focusing, she could feel the smallest blips of energy, little spikes of familiarity. There were two distinct spots that she could sense. One was a cluster while another was just a few streets ahead.<em>Ha. Perfect! Okay. Let's go.</em><br/><br/>You don't need my permission.<br/><br/><em>Yeah, I get that... but... it's still kind of weird not to let you know what I'm doing. I would appreciate if you did the same for me if you're going to be sharing the same space as me.</em>Kara poked her forehead as if it were a tap on the shoulder of a good friend.<em>Or, just, you know, the next time we kiss someone, make it last a while longer.</em><br/><br/>Don't get it twisted, girl. It was al--<br/><br/>The blip that Kara was casually chasing after was on the go. The movement was erratic. She would have easily blamed it on Bence's drinking after the fight at the Athletic Centre, though she could somehow feel that this was urgent. The blonde picked up the pace, though she didn't want to test her mind and body so soon. She also hadn't mastered running in wedges.<br/><br/>Kara chased the blip up until she came upon an alleyway. There was blood, guts, and an awful smell that was a different kind of awful than what one would expect in an alley. She looked up, hoping to coax an answer out of Coach, though he was silent in this instance. Odd. Bringing her eyes back down, the blonde looked for patterns in the blood, footsteps, anything that would be a clue as to what happened and if Bence was here. She rolled her eyes after a moment and followed it up with a self-reminder that she was thinking small again.<br/><br/>... We have to hurry. Your friend is not doing well.<br/><br/>Kara, wordlessly, focused in on the blip again at Coach's behest. It was smaller. No, that wasn't the right word. It was contained, focused. Something changed. Before he could get a pip in, she chased the blip of energy. After several blocks of wedge running, she came upon the sight of Bence standing in the middle of the street without a shirt on. It wasn't the first time she saw him in a compromised state in public, but this one was different. What was it?<br/><br/>The girl closed the distance between the two and it soon became apparent. Small, weird looking alien corpses were on either side of the topless man. Odd enough, though the real eye catcher was the fact that his arm was mending itself. Slowly. Grossly. Kara couldn't put into words what she was thinking. It was fucked. Beyond fucked. It was fucking fucked. She had been thinking that with Coach around, she was damn near invincible when they both wanted to be. She was hurled across a field by a giant energy ball and escaped without any scars or bruises as reminders - all she got was a kiss. Here, it was clear that these things - Coach included - were not just pleasant passengers in their brains and body. They're really alien.<br/><br/>She looked up at Bence's face. The look of panic, confusion, and ultimately anger that she saw in BYOB was gone. Bence, to her at least, looked confident and sure of himself. Kara was going to ask how he was doing, but was quickly interrupted by his Brain Friend declaring that they were safe. 'Merely attacked', as if.<br/><br/>"<strong>Looks like you got more than just a nice conversation.</strong>Kara spoke aloud despite knowing that this wasn't how this relationship between human and benevolent alien worked. She shifted her gaze to Bence's arm; it was a train wreck. "<strong>Should we, uh... go back to the others? Or can you only do this for so long before drunk Bence comes back?</strong>" The girl didn't really know what she was saying. She was too busy watching an arm get reattached.<br/><br/>You had to find the most annoying, temperamental one of them all, hmm? Coach reached out to the other nearby Mobicyte. The smugness in his voice wouldn't be lost on anyone listening. The female humans are more agreeable, I feel.<br/><br/>"<strong>Okay, first of all, wow.</strong>" Kara only registered the last tidbit of what Coach had thought but it was enough to figure out that he was being a dick. And off task, for once. "<strong>Second, can we just get dressed and off the streets? I'm already having trouble coming to terms with the fact that Bence's arm got ripped off and it's putting itself back on. I don't want to have to explain that to anyone else more than once.</strong>"<br/>