#Malika Al-Hashim

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We Are The Corps

Pink, Green, Black, 

Red, Blue, 

Gold, Azure, Yellow

@nenet-ffxiv @the-wanted-man @lilyverlial @thavnairian-phoenix @S’ento Tenshi @Gaz Khivazo @Konnor Lysannis 

The Ranger Corps

We’re here to Save the Day.

We’re here to Save the World.

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Malika, my soul sweetener!  

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@thavnairian-phoenix

Just for you, Phoenix.

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‘Cause I'm bringing you back to life (Back) And I know that you're gone but I swear that you're here It's a feeling that won't disappear And you're bringing me back to life (Back) I was looking for something that I couldn't find It's a feeling you give me inside

“Not a day goes by that I’m not grateful for finding you... time and time again.”

- The Last Blue to the Greatest Red

( Fantastic art piece done by @negativesd09 , Thank you so very much for it! I can’t stop staring and smiling and sharing it! Absolutely amazing! And a lovely gift for @isuke-ejinn / @thavnairian-phoenix )

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Eyes up... [Part 1.]

“If I told you that my favorite color wasn’t Blue, would you believe me?”

“It’s actually lavender. Purple, really but.. I like it light.”

“A brilliant and soft shade of purple that seemed to just dance in the sun.”

“Not the color of the sky, bleached in white or the deep dark blue of the starry world beyond.”

“Although… those are a close second.”

“The colors of the sky always manage to take my mind off of things, brilliant deep blues to a inky indigo, losing me in the skies that linger high above us..”

“Whenever I take to the skies in an airship, I always make sure the canopy has the best view of the sky. Regardless of my seat, I find myself staring, deep into the sky, waiting for it to turn those fantastic shades of purple in the evening sun as it sets past the horizon.”

“Even as the world is in chaos around me… it’s all just white noise as I can still catch myself staring upward…. Whether I’m on the ground or in the air. In a Ranger suit or in the seat of an airship.”

“Always… looking up… dreaming.”

“Dreaming… for the better..”

[Mood music] 

[Mentions/Involvement]: @enambris @glowinggunmetal @thavnairian-phoenix

Embers.

Smoke and Soot.

Ash rained down gently down from the rafters of the once clean farmhouse. Smoke rose up in a dreadful manner signalling that a fire had claimed Haven and it’s farmhouse. The heat of lingering fires and still broiling surfaces danced along Belladonna’s senses as ashen hands ran through matted and tangled hair.

The ground was partially muddy with soot and water as the sprinkler system did its best to quell the sudden fire. Bella’s eye gently drifted along the burned and tattered sight of the second half of the house itself. The bedroom and living halls had all been burned down to nothing but ash and cinders. There was a stinging ache in her heart and a ringing in her ears as her mind  seemed to wander upon the memories of what had happened only moments before.

An accident.

Panic.

And fire.

So… much.. Fire.

The evening itself was quiet, holding its breath in reality as Belladonna and Malika lay in each other’s arms. Her hands gently weaving through white locks, staring down with her one eye to catch the burning silver gaze of the Red Ranger…. Her Red Ranger.  The soul of a phoenix in her arms, gently glowing with a soft smile only to have it disappear in an instant as the voice of The Gold Star reaches Red’s ears.

“Run.”

It was all Bella could hear, a frown hitting her face as she began to see Malika’s face contort from comfort to fear as she tried to constantly hale her other half. The longer she tried, the less he responded, sending her into a panic and flurry of fear. The sparks of the phoenix danced along the other’s fingertips as she pushed herself to her feet, pacing. The temperature of the room spiking upwards, the room itself starting to sweat as Bella rolled herself off the bed quickly to reach Malika’s side.

But by the time she reached for her a blaze erupted from her, washing the room in a brilliant and dreadful fire. The flames rushing, eating, consuming all in its path, nigh unstoppable.  Luckily, the sprinklers overhead began to alarm and break, water rushing out of the spouts in every direction to start raining down onto the open flames below. Yet even as relief came, the fires did not cease, only to seemingly grow stronger and all the while ignoring Belladonna. They’d burn the world but not the soul she carried, for she and the Phoenix… were intertwined.

The world around the both of them became set ablaze in its furious and raw glory, the heat  and its source escaping through the door of their bedroom, walls and windows, catching onto the tapestries and wood of the rest of the living hall. Bella, thinking quickly, staggered out towards the door, chasing the flames as she started calling to the staff within the house. Her voice breaking as she screamed out her lungs, finding every source of sound to bang on and wake the other rooms, rousing them to action and escape.

Fumbling back into the bedroom she searched for any one of her pets that would have thought to live in their room, her one eye frantically scanning the area to turn up naught, not even Malika was present any longer. By the time she turned to the hall, people were rushing out to the outside of the living hall and house itself, those capable began to conjure water spells, the namazu were peddling buckets of water from the Well. Farmhands rushing to the beach down below to grab buckets of water. Bella herself was struggling to put out the blazes sitting nearest to her, her hands expelling ice aether and water to douse the flames with little to no effect.

The fighting lasted for what seemed like hours… Ash and smoke billowed across the still warm embers and remnants of Haven’s living hall. Tired and exhausted souls were laying about just outside the wreckage, being seen to by others. Belladonna herself stood in what remained of her bedroom. Ashen hands weaving through matted locks as tears welled up in her only working eye. The sight of the home she had built by hand, even if a single part of it reduced to cinders had broken her.

Belladonna slumped to her knees, one hand to her head, the other covering her opening mouth as tears trickled and fell from her cheeks onto the ash covered ground. The scent of burning wood wouldn’t have typically bothered her yet.. Here and now, it was nauseating. Her eye shut tight to stem the tide of falling tears yet it was too late. Gross sobs escaped a choking throat as she remained on her knees, staring up into the indigo skies, hoping.. Wishing a daydream would take her away…

Yet the only thing that took her mind was the intoxicating thoughts of what to do next. Jumbled in the maelstrom of her mind, instinct moved her forward. A hand reaching up to her still functioning linkpearl, haling each and every soul her mind told her to. Lucien… Enambris, those two names screaming in her head as she turned on the pearl. Their voices came to her in kind, a shaky breath of relief escaping her before she simply began to break down on call in their private lines.

“M-malika’s gone. Haven… burned t’ th’ ground..”

It was all she could muster at first before revealing the burning truth of what really started the fires, the fear, the panic, sadness and anguish that quickly followed. Silence took both lines before finally speaking. One side telling her to run, to pick up what she could and just go. One saying to hide at Headquarters and wait for things to blow over. Bella’s mind swirling in the chaos made her churn and keel over, losing all she had for lunch and dinner.

As she moved to slowly recover, the back of her hand coming to wipe clean the soot and bile she coughed again, sniffling and stifling another sob before sighing, looking to where the sun would rise in the morning. “Run…” She muttered to herself and over the pearls. “I’m gonna go.. Hide.. eastward.. Get some.. Dango.. Rest there.. I’ll be back.” It was all she said before pulling herself up off the ground with a choked and muffled sob before gently making her way through the rubble to reach a path that would lead to the beach where the Albatross and her own personal ship sat.

“Scramble th’ albatross.. Keep it in the air. I’ll be around.. Till then.. Keep this place quiet.” she looked to the manservant beside her on the path before parting fully to see her ship waiting on a stone pad on it’s own…

[End of Part 1]  [Part 2]

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I was a little messed up, but I'm not anymore I was a little left out, but I'm not anymore I was a little far gone, but I'm not anymore

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Je n’ai pas oublié 

Les pensées nous souriaient 

(I did not forget 

Our happy thoughts)

“Mistakes...”

“You know I make them all the time...”

“But it’s important that when we do make them... that we never forget the lessons they teach us...”

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I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you But not as much as I do!

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Sleeping Among Sleepless

(Mood)

|| Mentions || @motherlymedic, @thavnairian-phoenix ||

A kiss, the scene playing in her head again and again and again as she lay there. A kiss from a woman that she held so close and so high. That woman, her own healer, her own friend, her very own love. Ever since Starlight’s eve, the little hyur had figured their relationship had strained far more than it could have held. She knew that she overstepped her boundaries that night, she pushed her partner to the limits of their comfort and she paid the price for it. And all for what?

To be selfish. She knew she needed to stay still, to relax, to sit down and not push herself. But she did it anyway. She wanted to dance, to dance with her. She wanted to hold her close in front of everyone, to show that the were together. She bloody wanted it all in that holiday party, she wanted to have all she ever wanted with her. All it lead to was pushing the woman she loved to her limits just to selfish, having her storm out and leave her by the wall, alone.

[More under the cut!]

But she came back weeks later, or rather, she called Bella over the pearl. Beckoning her to come to Haven where Althea’s gift awaited her. That scene was the gift, a loving and tender kiss as she found herself held close while being administered a dose of serum concocted to counteract what made her numb, what made her impossible to heal with aether.  But at the sight of a syringe, she were plunged back instantly into the memories of how she became so wounded, so pained. Whisper Ridge and all it’s horrors that lay within that aquatic facility.

Her one eye shuttered closed with the faintest smile drifting along her face while she lay wrapped up within the covers. This memory, overtaking everything and anything in her mind, the terrible memories of that dreadful dive into the dark facility alone were overcome by the warmth of that very moment in time. It was better than anything she could imagine.

Yet as she lay there, memories being covered, she tossed and turned. Her body shuddering as a hand idly… and constantly began to rub at her thigh where the syringe had entered her body. The serum itself having already dispersed into her system. Her blood was tainted, tainted by an ever lingering pestilence of experimentation from Imperial efforts that remained hidden from everything.

Bella grit her teeth in her sleep, grinding as she quietly tossed and turned, her body reeling in the most subtle of margins as the very strain of her being was being rewritten, just as it had done moons ago. As she slept with a pleasant memory and her body churned its insides seemingly endlessly, her mind drifted back into where every Ranger goes when they fall to slumber. The Dreamscape.

Here, she found herself sitting along a crystalline shore beside a large Demon, his body massive like a Roegadyn male, his back open and exposed while he wore a white toga, wings stretching out from scaled skin. A hand scratching along a scaly beard, yellow glowing eyes glancing toward her direction with a gentle smile.

“T’would seem… our time together in bond, comes to an.” There was… reluctance among his deep rumble of a voice. The gentle smile turned to a visible frown as he watched a peculiar necklace on her form visibly stutter, threatening to dissipate and fade away into nothingness. The necklace along Bella’s neck was of stone, pearl and bone. A red thread ran through each piece delicately, small beads of crystal and gem sat housed in bone and stone while pearls remained ornate with engravings along every inch of their being. Scrawlings of ancient text and proverbs from a tongue of the cosmos beyond this star and the next.

It was.. Special, it meant so many things between them, especially their bond through magic, signifying as Ranger and Demon, a Knight and its nightmare, as some would say. It had been decades of placed trust and faith within the other to guide themselves forward in a Ranger’s battle against the darkness.

“While our specific bond is altered.. It is not cut nor over. Our fates remain tied… as part of your Scholar’s ‘Deal’ with me… and then… her subsequent bonding with the Morpher. I am with her now. As are you.”

He smiled at that, the simmering of heat escaping his barely parted lips via a light smoke. The rumbles against the earth came as he began to chuckle some, toying with the thoughts of what he had just said.

“A… passing of the torch. As some would say.”

“I… Always wondered what would happen to… all of this.” Belladonna spoke up after, sighing softly as her eyes gazed out to the ever expanding horizon before her before turning back to see the mountain island behind her. “It’s.. going to stay like this?” “As long as you both wish it… yes.”

“I think she’d keep it, it’s…. Familiar.” The little hyur spoke with a proud tone, confident in every word.

Sotto tilts his head back, spine arching as he erupts into a thunderous laughter, his wings stretching out to the sides, the left one covering Bella in the cover of his wing. Her hand gently grazed against the sand and crystalline shoreline before brushing fingertips against scaly skin, her hand moving to rest within his palm. Clawed hand moving to closer around hers to give a gentle and comforting squeeze.

Along the edge of the shoreline, heavy metal claws thumped and dragged themselves through the white sun-kissed sand. Heated gurgles and steam began to pierce the air as large metal green eyes gazed forward onto the two sitting down. Red long claws of iron grasped outward, trying to reach them with a low chirp. Each step forward was heavy staggering as it slowly reached a spot behind both Bella and Sotto.

The metal armor’s pace began to slow as it reached the two sitting on the beach. With a grunt and gurgle, the Beast shifted onto its knees seamlessly as it began to crawl closer towards them. Steam visibly rising up out of their metal maw, their blank ironcast eyes gazing ahead before the Beast reached its goal, and then simply fell flat on its face with a dull thump.

Bella turned back just enough to see the red metal armor lay flat on its face, its iron scales shuddering, emulating breathing as steam lightly billowed out from its body. Sotto glanced over as well, just in time to see the armor flail about against the ground, snarling, huffing and pushing itself against the sound like a wild animal picking up a scent by rubbing its entire self against it.  

Sotto let out a puff of smoke from his nostrils following a snort of laughter.”T’would seem our… ‘other’ has finally reached exhaustion.” His glowing eyes glance over to the mildly flailing armored beast as it let out a heated grunt and snort before falling flat once more, audibly panting from its own tiredness.

“Oh-- while it arrives… I do have some.. Information for you and yours. A matter of.. Revelation, I suppose. Your kind always pondered and wondered, but you never pushed for the answer you so desperately searched for.”

“We… are not of the void. This I know you deduced… your kind.. Always did have a fascination, a wonder… a hunger to know of our truth. But you never looked in the right places.” He mused with a low laugh. “Our home is… long gone, but it was never of what you call… the Void.”

With a smirk, the demon slowly let his wings stretch outward and let its reach cover all three bodies, nodding. As he did so, Bella turned to see herself with a small smile, her hand reaching over now to brush against the Monster’s head. Through pure instinct, the Beast grunted, flinching against the ground slightly before going still. Like a miracle, the armor visibly shuddered, starting to break away and fall to dust against the sand. Yet as it fell away, the dust began to shift, flowing like a water’s current towards Sotto, vanishing into his body.

As the armor left the body, it left another hyur in its wake, another Belladonna, as it were. Her face filled relief as she too began to fall into dust, her own current flowing into the woman beside the Demon. “Guess… she’s gone now… yeah?”

“Not.. quite. She… or rather… that part of you will always exist. Her memories were always ever yours, and.. She will be here.. In your mind… but not with the strength it had before. The “hunger” it carried on your body is no more… Do enjoy a large meal, hm? For us both.”

The demon sighed with a smile upon his lips, glowing eyes gazing outward to watch a perpetual sunset against the shimmering horizons. As they both looked yonder, the necklace around Bella’s neck continued to shimmer, gently fading away into nothingness. As it did, several old scars along the midlander’s body began to slowly fade, leaving behind only traces of their presence with lightly colored skin as if they were to have been ‘healed’ over time, instead of remaining in constantly damaged states.

In reality, beyond the dreamscape, Belladonna’s person saw those very same changes. The tattoos along her body that danced elegantly with her scars visibly changed as the ink altered their positions to accommodate the loss of prominent scars. Her skin gained goosebumps as the gentle breeze that swept through slightly ajar seaside windows brushed against her skin, causing her to shudder for the very first time in a long while…

Shaking ever so slightly, a hand found itself pulling the covers over her person,a motion so normal yet… so alien to her. The other gently moved down to where Althea had placed the syringe and then it would glide across silken soften sheets to reach the warmth across from her, shimmering white hair and sunkissed skin that radiated a fire’s welcoming warmth.The ghosts of a smile could be seen along the corners of both of their lips as her touch came.  

Without exchanging a word in the sleep morning, both knew that Bella was getting better, both knew she could feel the phoenix’s warmth against the cold winter morning as they both lay together. They both knew that the coming days felt promising.

“How do you feel?” a thick Thavnairian accent came low and easy.

“Sleepless.. But.. I can feel you there..”

[End]

[When one chapter ends, another yet still begins]

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hey, prepare for some gay shit.

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Ranger Corps - Unworthy

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Unworthy is an new and exciting chapter in the Ranger Corps ready to unfold!

Triggered by the release of ancient evils that the Old Corps had defeated long ago, alongside the arrival of the Red Ranger to complete the rest of the team, trials are lingering along the horizon that will push these mix of recruits and veterans to the limits.

Evils have been renewed, villains of man, machine and demon alike linger in the newly born shadows after having escaped the Ranger Museum.

Ancients have  risen from their old tombs to deem whether this new team and their allies are Worthy of the title “Ranger”.

The team itself has yet to properly convene and see eye-to-eye in wake of their Blue Ranger turning Feral and now slowly on the mend.

Tensions between the team are high now with Red assuming command.

Can the Rangers pull themselves together as a proper team to banish their enemies of eld and prove themselves?

Or will they simply be… Unworthy?

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Hello! I am Its-Morphin-time-xiv! And I am pleased to present the first “Official” plot for the Ranger Corps, Unworthy.

I didn’t want to fill your dashboard with my ramblings, so please, for more ooc information on Unworthy, check beneath the cut! 

Thank you so much for reading!

Unworthy is the first arc in a long line of things I want to present to those who want to RP with us!

The Ranger Corps currently calls Balmung their homeworld, and is open to allies, friends, curious minds, and even enemies! (If you want to anyways)

I am extremely excited to get things underway and wanted to explain my story just a little bit, so you could get an understanding!

The Ranger Corps has been something I’ve been working on for quite some time, and I’m quite pleased to sorta.. Reveal what I’ve really been ramping up to! And I quite hope that you will be entertained just as much as I am with it all!

A good overview possibly rolls out as, over the past several months to a year, Belladonna, the character under my banner has been struggling, and working tirelessly to recreate the Ranger Corps, a league of ‘Rangers’ that protected their home, whichever and wherever it may have been against all things great and small.

Whether it was the work of a mage, the undead, beast tribes and their gods, armies of demons or even the Empire itself that lays in unrest in the northern continent of Illsabard.

Over time, Rangers have made themselves known, several appearing through fate or by chance! And with the unveiling of the newest and truest Ranger, things look like they’re ramping up to be one hot topic. But nothing has been calm, that’s for sure.

One by one, our Rangers have officially come forth towards the title, Samurai Green - S’ento Tenshi, Green - Vivi Nocturne, Yellow - Konnor Lysannis, Black - U’illya Verlial, Purple - Althea Glycias, Red - Malika Al-hashim, Blue - Belladonna Slater and even the first Rider, Numeria Wir Gabinus.

With the arrival of Red to complete the waiting team, evil monsters, machines and entities have awoken. (Maybe a certain Space Witch too!) In the Ranger Museum on the home island of Gisana off the coast of Thavnair, in the middle of swirling maelstrom near the Bounty, the ancient evils have arisen a new, old foes of the old Corps.

Thus, coming forth to create a true new call of heroes to combat these villains. Bella has long before since been trying to restart the Ranger Corps in fear of this happening, and as fate and Gods will and watch it, the need for them has never been more real.  

And while the plot is centered around Rangers they will need help from their allies and friends, as always! And it will always be open to allies and enemies to join on in, whether it be in our discord group here [link] or out in-game!

You, a friend, an ally, a curious mind, or even an enemy are more than welcome to join our discord and hang out! If you have any questions we, or I are more than willing to welcome you and answer anything! Whether you want to roleplay with us, hang out and talk about concepts, Sentai, Power Rangers, Kamen Rider, Garo, Ultraman, or anything else Tokusatsu! (Magical girls included!)

If you ever happen to see a Ranger out and about, don’t hesitate to join in or just say hello!

For more in-depth information about the Rangers, please feel free to check out the Documents,

[ Here ]

I hope I have been able to spark excitement or even curiosity within you for this plot and hope to continue to do so in the future!

Thank you so much for reading! - M