So who are we waiting for to post??
The point was that they had to end the anime somewhere. As the creators of Nickelodeon's Avatar said, "It's not a good story if it doesn't end." I've stopped watching/reading Naruto and Bleach because they've just gone on too long for me -- years. I like that the anime decided to end, even if it was a crappy ending. Besides, if people want to have more of the story then they can go read the manga.
Advent Children Complete a couple days ago (thanks to my sister's fiancée). I liked it A LOT better than the original one. And just this afternoon, How To Train Your Dragon. Always cheers me up when I'm feeling poopy.
Had the strange urge to watch Advent Children yesterday. Came on here today and saw that others were watching it too. Weird. xD
Either one I can do; but I figured since I have two good guys now you'd want me as a bad guy if anything. Or I could try asking one of my friends if he'd like to join us.
I don't mind waiting for other people. Or I could make someone if you want (a Brotherhood character for instance).
I've got that covered already. It was the easiest part to get. XD
Haha; thanks. I'll be cosplaying Ciel sometime this year and I'm hoping to recreate that shot of him and Sebastian at the intermission; it's one...
Thank you so much! That's great!
Hope quickly whipped out her Samuraizer and followed Leon's suite, even though she didn't recognize some of the enemies. The bright red of her suit stood out next to the colors of the park and newly appeared enemies. "Where did they come from?" She wondered aloud as she took down several enemies with her sword. Her grip on her blade was tight but changed accordingly as she smoothly flipped her sword to take down the enemies around her. The only ones she recognized were the Moogers; but she though she'd seen the others in books or heard of them in stories. Her thoughts preoccupied, she was grabbed from behind by a Mooger. Instinctively, she raised a foot and slammed it backwards into the Mooger's leg. She was released and spun around rapidly to slash her sword across the offending Mooger.
"A gold Ranger, huh?" Hope mused over that thought. To have an additional Ranger certainly wouldn't be a bad thing. Judging by the fancy color, Hope might not even have to worry about keeping tabs on him; she assumed the gold Ranger was male. Inwardly, she laughed at the mention of bad cooking; it reminded her of one of her own Rangers. She ran a hand through her short, ruffled hair. "I wonder if they'll be joining us here."
Hope tried to cover her astonishment as she stared at Leon. Then the idea of different life-paths came to her mind. "I sometimes wondered what my Rangers would do if I wasn't there; I guess you're my answer." She held out her Samuraizer for Leon to see, but didn't use it. Public attention wasn't something she wanted right now; not to mention that she always felt like someone else when she was suited up. Gripping her Samuraizer, she continued, "But I have to ask: do we lead the same team? I mean, we're different so that only leads me to wonder if the other colors of the Samurai Rangers are different too."
"My name is Hope Masterson and I'm the red Samurai Ranger," She answered, adding her name. She waited for his reaction, only slightly wondering if he'd scoff at her. But that was the truth, and though it was a burden at times she was proud to be the red Ranger.
Hope finally relaxed and smiled. "What color are you?" She asked as she moved over so the Ranger could sit next to her. For the moment, she was reluctant to say that she was in fact the red Ranger because this guy seemed to be sizing her up. She wanted to ask a lot more questions, but figured it best to keep the conversation to small talk before they figured out exactly what to do.
Hope composed herself from the surprise of being snuck up on and eyed the stranger carefully. She hadn't thought anyone had been near enough to hear her words. Maybe people here didn't have the decency to mind their own business; she'd have to look into that later. Right now, she had to quickly size up this stranger and decide what to tell him. From what he was wearing he looked like any other teenage boy. But what had made him approach her? "You heard me right," Hope began, piecing some things together. "Let me take a wild guess here: You were minding your own business when you suddenly found yourself here and had a voice talking to you in your head? Am I right?"
Hope couldn't think of much to do. To find the other Rangers, she couldn't simply come out and say who she was (that would be a foolish move). She sat on a bench and placed her chin on her palms, thinking. Then a different thought came to her: what about her team? Were they here too or was it just one member who was chosen from each of the Ranger sects? Hope reached into her front pocket and pulled out her phone; perhaps she could call someone and let them know what was going on. The phone's screen lit up, only to reveal a low battery message over her wallpaper. "Nice," Hope moaned. "Of all the clichés, it had to be this one. I can't even talk to my Rangers...."
The sound of a fist repeatedly connecting with a punching bag echoed throughout the serene dojo. Hope Masterson stood in her street clothes before the punching bag, sweat dripping down her forehead. As she threw her fist forward again, her vision blanked and she felt as though she was falling, air out of her lungs with hardly any control on where she was going. When she came to, her outward flying fist hit stone. Reacting as anyone would, she drew her fist back toward her, grimacing. The stone she'd hit was what appeared to be some kind of statue of a giant fist; she didn't recognize it. When she looked around, she didn't completely recognize her surroundings either. Hope gasped at the voice that resonated in her mind. Whoever it was that had spoken obviously knew who she was, and she wasn't the only one who'd been yanked to this place by the judging of the voice's plural address. It wasn't much of a welcome or an explanation, but Hope had to trust that the owner of that voice knew what they were doing; and she assumed they must be someone trustworthy. She touched the back pocket on her jeans, indiscreetly feeling for her morpher; it was there. She looked around the park once more, trying to decide where to go from here.
Haha! It kind of is like Dissidia, but we're gonna have fun with it anyways! xD Can't wait to start!
Username: Garxena Name: Hope Masterson Gender: Female Age: 17 Appearance: Short, tasseled brown hair; deep brown eyes; wears a plaid black and red long-sleeve shirt over a black tank-top, dark blue jeans, a red belt, and tall, red converse Ranger: Red Samurai Ranger Ranger Appearance: http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcbqfzmMb11qczf6zo1_400.jpg Bio: Hope hails from the time when a girl finally takes the role of red Ranger. All her life she’d dreamed of being a part of the Rangers, and trained hard for it. Because of all the training, she never had any good friends and developed a hard outer shell. Becoming a part of the Rangers at age 16 was the best and worst thing to happen to her. She was finally where she’d worked so hard to be, but the responsibility of being the red Ranger weighed heavily on her shoulders. For a while, she failed miserably at leading her team; and she was near quitting. But she pushed herself harder and harder to live up to the name of red Ranger; all the previous male red Rangers in her mind, keeping her moving forward. Even now, Hope loses sleep and food to training. While she has made strong bonds with her fellow Ranger, she still carries the weight of her duty alone. She refuses to ever allow herself to make a mistake, and can spend days brooding if one should occur. Hope’s worst fear is that her team will be hurt because of her follies. Now that she has been called to join all other Rangers, she feels the great pressure to hold up her pride and the respect of the title of red Ranger. Other: (Meh, nothing right now. Might possibly think of something to put here later.)
Okay! I'll have it up soon.
