<div class="floatleft">(http://origincache-ash.fbcdn.net/928248_636543246434014_1836941014_a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Benson "Bence" Marconi<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Red Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, 10:25 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fountain<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Group<strong>Mention:</strong>Vivienne<br/><hr/><br/><br/><strong>Ummm…hey…need a belt? And weren’t you just tearing out of your clothes?</strong><br/><br/>Bence reached a hand down to grasp his pants that he noticed had slid down to his thighs. “I don’t know what gives you the idea that I’m not anymore.”<br/><br/>The only reason his pants were sagging was because they had completely split the seams about his hips after his previous landing. He overheard the hiss of a plastic bag landing on the concrete turf behind him. Bence glanced over his shoulder at the bag and then to Isabella who was running up to join them. He regarded her in silent disbelief. The stuck-up bitch had actually bought him clothes? There wasn’t any time to ponder why. The clothes he was currently wearing were restricting, and if he had chosen to fight the enemy, then there might not had been a strip of cloth on him left. Bence rushed over to the bag and quickly rustled through it. A blur ran passed him and he paused, looking up with a confused frown on his face.<br/><br/><em>Did someone run by me?</em>he thought, forgetting that his thoughts projected. His hands went to his shirt, grasping at the hem and practically peeling it up his body. The threads creaked and snapped, the shirt mostly splitting apart about his shoulders, exposing his muscled chest and abdomen that stretched and crunched to his movements. Tossing the torn cloth aside, he grasped the gray shirt and rolled it up, passing it over his head and pulling it so smoothly down his body.<br/><br/>“Thank you God,” Bence muttered with a content smile. This was the way clothes were meant to fit. He then hesitated two seconds--two seconds and thought to Isabella,<em>Thanks, but you didn't hafto' do it.</em><br/><br/>He then glanced over his shoulder, checking his six o’clock once more and his brows shot upwards when he saw that the dancer was already in the midst of the seven-man gaggle, throwing punches and kicks.<em>Oh shit, you guys started fighting?</em><br/><br/>He hadn’t even heard the charge.<br/><br/><strong>So we have any plans or are we just winging this?</strong><br/><br/>“What is there to plan? They just keep comin’!”<br/><br/><strong><em>What do we do now? I’m all for running, but I don’t know if my body will obey me!</em></strong><br/><br/><em>Shit, I’ll leave your ass behind if I got to. I’m not gonna get caught up in that shit.</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">GM</span></span></div><br/>Vivi and Jake were immersed in a battle with the seven strangers, but around them, the bystanders didn’t move or blink an eye. It was as though time had frozen. Books falling out of a student’s arms were frozen in the air. The fountain was quiet and no longer bubbling. Every drop of water was still like little glass beads.<br/><br/>Bence was standing up with his new pair of Omega University sweatpants on. He stared ahead at the fountain in awe, his lips slowly parting as though he wanted to say something but he was at a loss for words.<br/><br/><em>Do you guys see this?</em>he mentally asked.<br/><br/><strong><em>This is bad. The big one is coming.</em></strong>his Mobicyte informed.<br/><br/><em>The ‘big one?’ What do you mean the ‘big one?’</em><br/><br/><strong><em>You will know soon enough. It’s not safe here. If you stay around all of these people, then they could be harmed in the coming battle or worse, they could all die.</em></strong><br/><br/><em>Battle? What battle? I’m not in the War College, what the fuck?</em><br/><br/><strong><em>We must get everyone out of here. The team needs to find a proper battleground away from all of these people!</em></strong><br/><br/><em>But wait…hold on a second. I’m-</em><br/><br/><strong><em>Hurry!</em></strong><br/><br/><em>Umm..okay. Guys, the voice in my head wants us to get out of here. Something big is comin' and if we don’t move from this spot, then everyone is gonna die. So…we must go die somewhere else where people can’t get in the way and we got to do this fast.</em><br/><br/><strong><em>You’re not going to die Bence. I won’t let you.</em></strong><br/><br/><em>You have control over my destiny too?</em><br/><br/>Bence turned around to see Jake and Vivienne still immersed in battle.<br/><br/><em>Hey! You guys bring your asses back here! We gotta move!</em><br/><br/>He then pointed at Ben. “Don’t freeze up!”<br/><br/>Bence then looked around at his peers as he started walking in the direction of the field Vivienne and Kara had just came from.<br/><br/><em>I can’t think of any other place that isn’t crowded. Meet at the field!</em><br/><br/>As Jake and Vivienne continued to fight, they would notice that when one student went down, another emerged. The strangers darted around the still humans to engage Vivienne and Jake, and behind them, sauntering as though it had all the time in the world was a<em>thing.</em><br/><br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Thing!</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/63/51/0b/63510b67ffc7c8443eba58e8cf24273e.jpg)</div></div></div></div><br/><br/>The thing was a monster out of a horror movie. Its bulky arms leisurely swung, chitinous tail swaying back and forth, and the massive eyeball on its large belly was looking straight ahead, directly at Vivienne and Jake. The iris thinned as streams of drool spilled from its mouth to roll down the brain matter that covered its chest. The creature was eight-feet-tall, easily standing over the heads of the humans it passed. Animated students darted passed the creature, not even bothered by its presence. Their sole purpose to destroy the two rangers.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Player Goal:</strong>Head back to the field to do battle with the Tauran boss. At this point, the more time you waste, the greater the enemy numbers will be.<br/><br/><strong>GM Permissions:</strong>If you want your character to notice their morpher at this point, then they can. The Mobicytes can inform the character about it, but it would have happened any way once everyone got to the field. Your morpher can look, however. The watch they used to wear? Guess what? Secretly a morpher. The shoulder bag, necklace, earring, car key, etc. Whatever. An item that might not have been there before, your character could now take notice. Your characters can also continue to fight their way to the field.<br/><br/><strong>Enemy Number(s):</strong>∞<br/><br/><strong>Notes:</strong>None at this time.