raucous.

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polyhcdron‌:

Ceres Centropolis was a curious place filled with people she had never dreamed of meeting before. She wondered how such a world could create people like them, but she knew that she’d never be answered in the way she needed. “Bryshere, I have never met someone with such a unique name. It must mean something strong… It sounds like a strong name.” She wasn’t sure of any of what she was saying, but she said what she felt when she could. “I’ll remember your name… I would like a caramel mocha with a…” Her voice trailed off as she tried to recall what she had before. “The flaky, buttery pastry… chocolate… a Chocolate Croissant? Yes, that one…” She chuckled nervously. “I apologize, English isn’t one of my first languages… It comes a little slower.

There were many things that his father had left for him and his name was one of the things that Bryshere was thankful his father left for him.  “It’s an original,” Bryshere said with a gentle smile, “My dad’s always been an original type of guy.”  He waited for her to give her order before he placed the order at the counter and added his order for a regular drip coffee with three shots of espresso.  He looked over at her and rose an eyebrow, “Really?  I couldn’t tell.  You’re doing well.”  Bryshere gave her a smile.

[torrcntivl-blog]

“Bryshere, I tried, but I cannot undo the knots that Benjamin has made in these boots. I understand that they are for your other job, but I don’t know how we’ll ever get them fixed… Maybe I should go and visit my family, I can have someone make you the proper shoes.” Honor picked them up before going over to the door. “Ah, right, Benjamin and I have decided that we are going to… how did he say it again… pimp your ride.”

@fauxfiictional

[fauxfiictional-blog]

Bryshere laughed, “Well, Benny always did his best when he was focused on making my life harder.”  It wasn’t a lie, just an exaggeration of the truth.  “It’s fine,” Bryshere reassured Honor and then suggested, “Let’s just cut the laces.  I can always just change up the laces.”  Bryshere looked up over to Honor from where he sat and rose an eyebrow at the girl, “Wait, run that back one more time.  You’re going to Pimp My Ride?”  Bryshere tried to keep himself from laughing.

[its-saturday-nite]

“– Damnit woman!” Now she chooses to call, of all times, “Why is it that any time I’m actually doing something important you give me this bull sh– No, actually I’m at work…”  He turned to the person he had been speaking to, holding up a finger as if to say one second, “Oh, like you’re a saint! Tell your little boyfriend I say hello – Yeah, fuck you too.” Hanging up his cell with a roll of his eyes, “My god. Forgive me,” returning, “My beautiful wife.” He turned to examine the scene in front of him, the medical examiner buzzing around while the police tapped off the area, flashing his badge, “Detective Guédé. Can you tell me how you knew the deceased?” Said deceased person was currently in a coroner’s bag, soul nowhere to be found. Shit. It was going to be a long night.

[fauxfiictional-blog]

Bryshere arrived on the scene just as the other members of the police department did.  He knew the procedure - his late father had been a homicide detective, so he knew it well.  He was surprised at the man on his phone, shouting at his wife.  He tilted his head to the side as he continued to carry on with the procedure, making sure that nothing in the crime scene was disturbed and everything was preserved.  He stood quietly as they finally put the victim into the coroner’s bag.  Bryshere turned to the man and nodded, “I knew him just a few minutes longer than you.”  He shook his head and said, “Victim was found a little over thirty minutes ago.  Victim was deceased before we arrived, possibly even before the original phone call had been made.  Nothing of identification was found on the victim.  Possible burglary gone wrong, but the wounds on the victim say otherwise.”

[fauxfiictional-blog]

linmicah‌:

“Well, if they want to fight me, then they can try, Bryshere!” Micah exclaimed as she made a face at him. It was probably a bad idea - the headlines would have been awful: Mayor’s Secretary, the cause of the Ceres Centropolis Fashion Fight Week or something stupid. She stopped, looking upward as her brows furrowed. There was probably a catchier headline but Micah wasn’t paid to write funny titles. She turned to look up at Bryshere, “Ugh, finally. Someone who recognizes my true talent but I would never allow such awful people to walk around wearing something with my name attached to it. It’s not cute. Not a cute look at all.”

“You’re a trip,” Bryshere finally said to Micah.  He shook his head, chuckling at Micah before he let out a sigh.  Somehow, he wasn’t surprised that Micah was as bold as she let herself be.  Bryshere thought she was a tough woman;  not everyone could live to their fullness as she did.  “True,” Bryshere agreed, “But I mean, you could easily make a killing in that business.  A true Ceres Centropolis icon.”  It was overstepping his boundaries but he wondered if the new Director of Inner Sanctum would let Micah design and update their usual work attire.

[fauxfiictional-blog]

linmicah‌:

“Well, if they want to fight me, then they can try, Bryshere!” Micah exclaimed as she made a face at him. It was probably a bad idea - the headlines would have been awful: Mayor’s Secretary, the cause of the Ceres Centropolis Fashion Fight Week or something stupid. She stopped, looking upward as her brows furrowed. There was probably a catchier headline but Micah wasn’t paid to write funny titles. She turned to look up at Bryshere, “Ugh, finally. Someone who recognizes my true talent but I would never allow such awful people to walk around wearing something with my name attached to it. It’s not cute. Not a cute look at all.”

“To be honest, Micah,” Bryshere started to admit, “Even I wouldn’t want to fight you.”  Fights could be determined by reading your opponents and Micah?  While she seemed easy to read, Bryshere always thought that she was one of the hardest people to understand;  her thought patterns went everywhere and nowhere at the same time.  That and her background as the Mayor’s secretary and the fact that also was part of the Special Forces years back?  It wasn’t a bet Bryshere would take.  He shook his head, “Why don’t you design for heroes?  I bet you’d make a killing on hero costumes.” 

[meemicah-blog]

“Have you ever, like,” Micah started as she placed her hand over her chest.  Then moved her hand off her heart as she spoke, “Just, like, been so annoyed at how some of the uniforms people wears are so ugly?  Like,” she rolled her eyes, “Back off SHOT, we can spot you a mile away with that hot mess of an ugly armor over there.”  It was probably bad to randomly talk shit about SHOT and those affiliated with them, but Micah easily forgot what common sense was at times.  Usually, on purpose.

[fauxfiictional-blog]

Bryshere normally tried to keep his composure.  He hated looking sloppy or stupid, but at the mayor’s secretary's words, he couldn’t stop laughing.  It started off as a snicker, then developed into full laugh.  He looked over at Micah and said, “It’s like you’re inviting them to fight you, Micah.”  Bryshere could never imagine the fashionista fighting anyone but her files at the Inner Sanctum had her up with Felicity and Gray in ranks.  You really could never judge someone by their cover.  “You should offer to redesign them for them.”

[sterling-whitley-v]

To the surprise of many, Sterling was aware of how some things could come across. Things like showing up in a Beamer to his new job and automatically earning himself a certain stereotype. He was fairly certain he had earned that stereotype already, and he couldn’t say what exactly had caused that. He wasn’t always aware of everything. But, he had been making it a point to bike to work instead of drive, since it wasn’t far and he had a nice bike anyway. Well, he’d bought one specifically for this purpose, but that was beside the point. It had been invigorating so far, and he was think he was going to try to make a habit of it. 

Until someone stepped into the bike lane and with a car on the street beside him, Sterling had no choice but to half step off the bike, bringing it to a skidding halt and nearly falling over in the process. But he made it, stopping just as he reached to the person who, accidentally or not, had stepped into the small lane. “I don’t mean to be rude, but you’re going to get hurt if you’re not more careful about where you’re walking.” 

[fauxfiictional-blog]

The pursuit had started a few blocks ago.  Not that Bryshere had been on the clock - Ranger work had been all but put to a halt since the arrival of S.H.O.T. nor had his work on at the police station been as active as it had been.  However, Bryshere had never been one to deny the pursuit of justice.  He had been trailing a few of the agents, following behind them as he expected them to do their usual suspicious behavior.  He’d been right and the moment they started to move, Bryshere trailed behind them shortly.  Unfortunately, he’d been so focused on his goal that he seemingly lost track of where he was.

“Oh shit,” he said as he heard someone call out to him.  His eyes moved from the person over to where the agents should have been, but where no longer there.  He frowned and whispered, ‘Damn it’ to himself before he looked back at the guy.  “Sorry, I guess I got distracted.”

[billedhopes-blog]

“You know,” Billie said as she realized, “I can’t believe Valentine’s day is coming up.”  The last few weeks seemed to fly by so quickly that the teenager felt as though she missed the entire month of January in the blink of an eye.  She frowned, but then brightened up her expression with a smile.  She curiously asked, “Are you the type to celebrate Valentine’s day?  Or are you the type to keep insisting that you don’t need a day to show your love off like that?”  After she asked, the teenaged witch went quiet as she tried to figure out what kind of person she was between those two options.

[fauxfiictional-blog]

“I can’t remember the last time I looked forward to Valentine’s Day,” Bryshere replied to the younger woman’s question.  “I don’t think this year’s going to change that, if I’m honest.”  It wasn’t that the black ranger didn’t enjoy the festivities that came with it, he just had experiences around the day that he would rather forget.  Mostly forget.  No, he would have it erased if he could - wasn’t there a person who could literally draw memories out, maybe he could ask her for help.  He looked over to the girl, eyebrow raised and a sly smirk on his lips.  “Why?  Do you have someone who’s special-special to you?  Is that it?”

[fauxfiictional-blog]

polyhcdron‌:

Leora leaned forward and tried to count the snowflakes falling down on the other side of the window. “I agree… there are others who have added to the trouble.” She hummed and then sat back when she realized that she couldn’t count all of the flakes. The snow started to blend in with each other and the sky seemed to darken. Still, however, she thought that she was witnessing something beautiful. Turning ever so slightly, she looked over at him after she felt his lingering gaze. With an apology as the start, she thought that he was going to reject her and leave, but instead, he offered something much more surprising. “Ok.” She had never been complimented like that before. Is he what she could consider as a kind stranger? “I would like that very much. I’m Leora, kind stranger.”

“That’s always the case,” Bryshere agreed with her.  The trouble with being in Ceres Centropolis was that this city was the center of all powered events;  whatever happened in the city trickled down to all of the other cities in the world.  Bryshere didn’t have powers, but he could understand the discrimination that came with it.  He would never speak for someone else’s experience but he could try to help ease the issues that came with it.  Those harsher thoughts tripped into silence as the woman accepted his offer and gave her name in exchange.  Leora.  Bryshere gave her a grin as he said, “I’m glad I could help out with that, Leora.  How about let’s work on getting past kind stranger to a first name basis?  My name’s Bryshere.”  He nodded back over toward the counter, “Pick anything you’d like.  My treat.”

[polyhcdron]

Before she entered Grounded, Leora made sure to tuck the polyhedron into its tattooed form. She wasn’t on duty at the moment and she wanted to explore Ceres Centropolis. This city was filled with lawbreakers and people deserving of punishment, but she had never been in such a large city like this since she was was a young girl. She found a spot at the window and leaned against the table. She also had never seen snow before. She smiled and hid behind her hands as she tried to contain her excitement. When she found her composure again, she lowered them and looked over to the person next to her. “A natural winter has so many wonders. I hope that we can preserve its beauty. I know that the Elementalists have made a mess…” She lowered her eyes to look at what they were having. “To celebrate, may I buy you a coffee or a pastry?” 

[fauxfiictional-blog]

At the mention of the Elementalists, Bryshere’s attention shifted over to the woman who spoke.  Perhaps it was the settling paranoia that etched into the back of his mind since the air around Ceres Centropolis shifted into one of the most unpleasant kinds.  He rose an eyebrow as she brought out her offer.  He bit the inside of his cheek, nibbled at it for a moment while he thought - it was strange a strange offer from a stranger, especially at the height of the city’s tension.   “They’re not the only ones who have made a mess,” Bryshere replied to her.  He set his coffee mug down before he looked over to the woman, getting a much better look at her.  “Sorry, but ...,” he decided to go for it, “I can’t such a beautiful person to pay for something for me.  How about I treat you instead?”

[fauxfiictional-blog]

ckrvger‌:

She knew that he would have done everything in his power to help people get out safely; it was one of the reasons why she chose him to join the Power Ranger team. However, she wished that he considered just how dangerous doing these things could be. He was still human after all, most of the team was, and they weren’t as durable as other species. “I hope so too.” 

“Well, you don’t have to ask me, I’m offering to do more.” Callista saw the rangers as her children in a way. She considered them family and she wanted no harm to come to them. Each were strong in their own way, but she hoped that they knew that they could depend on her too. “You could stay at the base, or you punch in the code to the door at the address I’ll be texting you. It’s one of the places that I own. I was told to invest in real estate, but…” She shrugged. 

Bryshere had learned about duty from his father.  He spent his childhood watching his father sacrifice himself for his duty to his city, to his job, to his goal;  his father’s drive and ambition was so strong that Bryshere swore he would never catch up to it.  And yet, it was that same dedication to his duty that caused him is life.  The Black Ranger knew he needed to figure himself out, he couldn’t let himself fall in the same way his father did.  He frowned.  As much as he wanted to make his father proud, he didn’t want to fall in the same footsteps.

“It was reckless,” Bryshere finally admitted, “I still have much to learn.”  Analyzing himself and his actions was what he needed to do to get better.  He had to get better.

Callista was always the kindest person.  Despite so many opinions about Callista’s personality and her intensity, Bryshere always thought that she was the one who cared the most.  “Director ...,” Bryshere started as he looked over to Callista.  He smiled at her, “You’re too kind, thank you.”  There was still kindness in the people that were in Ceres Centropolis.  Family was always the ones he could rely on.  He looked over to Callista, “I’ll pay you back.  I promise.”

[fauxfiictional-blog]

ckrvger‌:

She really shouldn’t have been all that surprised by the fact that no one seemed to know the truth. Whoever these Elementalists were, they were more than the average threat. Earth seemed to attract Apocalypses at a remarkable rate, which was enough to be concerned, but they weren’t any where near the point of no return, so she could forgive them. 

“It’s good that you helped all the people that you did.” She started, choosing to address Bryshere first, instead of the glaring issue outside of them. “But recklessness doesn’t always bring luck and you shouldn’t expect to be rewarded with good health.” She looked him over. “My advice is to at least let someone take a look at you.”

Callista could see that he was trying to keep himself together, but he had lost his home. She understood the pain of losing everything and so with that understanding, she would do her best to support him. “I did. Now that my job’s done, I can help you with your situation if you want me to.”

“It’s our duty to help.  Even if we’re not at work,” Bryshere said with a sigh.  Despite being in civilian attire, when the fire broke out, Bryshere’s immediate reaction was to run down the hall and make sure the grandmother who lived alone made her way out safely.  He sighed, “It wasn’t reckless, but I understand.  I’ll have someone take a look at me.  Hopefully, I didn’t inhale too much smoke.”

Bryshere kept his expression even.  This wasn’t the first loss that Bryshere had experienced in his life - his life had been shaped by the losses he had and he would never take the lessons learned for granted.  Though, learning to accept these losses was a different story.  He sighed, then looked over to Callista.

“I couldn’t ask you to do more,” he said, “I’ll figure something out.  I should be able to manage ...”

[ckrvger]

With the Inner Sanctum more understaffed than usual, Callista put her book writing on hold and decided to do some investigating. A fire broke out in an apartment complex because of how quickly it spread, people believed a mutant was responsible. Rumors about it being an Elementalist was spreading through the survivors as rapidly as the fire had engulfed the building. She narrowed her eyes at the person she was interviewing. It was a good thing the IS had great fake credentials. “I see, we’re done here. Thank you for your time.” She ducked bellow the yellow tape before asking out loud, “I wonder if anyone saw what really happened.” 

[fauxfiictional-blog]

A few weeks ago, his car got crushed by the genetic experiments that had ran rampant in the city.  Now, his apartment was on fire.  Lady Luck seemed to have a vendetta against him.

At the sound of Callista’s voice, Bryshere’s eyes shot over to her.  He sighed as he saw his director come through, “No one saw what happened.  Even the ones who claim that they did, they’re lying.”  He was at his apartment when the smell of smoke and flames licked the air and spread;  he scrambled through the billowing clouds as the heat of the flames kissed everything that he owned.  Though, his first reaction wasn’t even to get out - it was to save as many people as he could.  He sighed again, frowning.  Ceres Centropolis seemed angry as of lately.

“You get everything that you needed,” Bryshere asked Callista.  As per usual, he tried to maintain that calm collectedness that he was known for but there was a veil of frustration in his eyes.

[fauxfiictional-blog]

lunarcrescens‌:

It seemed that it didn’t matter what era Rangers were at.  They always held a feeling of safety and familiarity to them.

“Yeah, Ceres’ rumors have been circulating forever,” Charlie admitted and let out a sigh.  He shook his head, “Sometimes, it’s hard to believe that the city’s still standing.  Must be thanks to all of the heroes that live here, you know?  The heroes and the Rangers.”  This era of IS Rangers had been his favorite to read and researched.  They broke ground in many different ways.  It was impressive.  Even though Charlie had been the Silver Ranger in the future, he couldn’t compare himself to the Rangers right now.

Charlie paused.  He bit the inside of his cheek, frowning for a moment as he tried to figure out how to explain.  “Yeah, I dunno,” Charlie admitted, “It’s hard for me to focus at any other time besides Midnight.  That’s the only time I ever have real control of my thoughts.”  There were many moments of confusion that were sorted out the moment the moonlight hit;  his abilities lay close with the moon, after all.  “I hope I figure it out,” Charlie said with a smile.  Although he kept claiming confusion, Charlie’s heart already made the decision.

Bryshere gave his excuse, but Charlie didn’t believe it.  Not one bit.  He knew the Rangers and he knew their personalities.  However, he didn’t have the place to call Bryshere out on it.  He rose an eyebrow and said, “Errands?  At this hour?  It’s so late.  I hope you got everything done.”

“City’s too strong to take anything laying down,” Bryshere commented.  Like him, there were too many people that resided here who were far too stubborn to let anyone else win.  He grinned at the mentioned the rangers - the pride that came when people spoke greatly of their team wasn’t something that would ever get old.  “Yeah, plenty of heroes who come here to fight for the right things,” he said, a faint smile traced itself onto his lips.  “I’m glad we’ve got people fighting the good fight.”

Midnight was a strange hour.  There was always an unsettling feeling that came when the moon was out;  unsettling, but not ill-natured.  “No, it makes sense,” Bryshere said, “The night is quiet.  The city finally goes to sleep, so everything kind of quiets down.”  He looked at the teen, “I hope you figure it out too, man.  It’s hard when you’ve got too much stuff in your mind.”

Errands was a stupid lie.  His father told him that if he ever needed to come up with a backstory, he should do it properly.  He sighed, “Eh, it ran longer than needed.  With SHOT around, I just wanted to make sure people I knew were okay.”  It wasn’t a lie.  His duty was to protect people and make sure they were safe, whether he knew it or not.

[fauxfiictional-blog]

adamnnit‌:

“It’s like they ran into my fists,” Cliff said with utmost seriousness in his tone.  He maintained a brush of seriousness in the air before he broke it with a smile.  It was more than just simple fist-fighting - though, fights based on brute strength were ones Cliff never failed at.  At this point, Cliff had all but given up on caring with the current events of humanity but SHOT made a mistake:  they hired hunters of different kinds.  Eve’s soul was in the body of a most powerful witch and their daughters were also witches;  one of his sons a vampire and the other an Angel;  their family was so entrapped in things that were hunted.  Anything against his family was personal.  He smiled as he turned to face the younger man.

“You drink lots of milk and you’ll be strong too,” Cliff said, laughing for a moment.  He wasn’t in the mood to explain anything to anyone at the moment.  “Well, I’m out of here before they start chasing me.  I have no time to be arrested.  My wife’ll kill me.”

That was a bullshit response if he’d ever heard one and as a ranger, Bryshere heard them all.  He looked over at the man, trying to recall if he’d ever seen him before either during patrols or from the mounds of information at IS.  The Black Ranger cursed himself for not being able to figure it out;  there had been too many things happening in Ceres at the moment that he couldn’t really settle his thoughts.  He cleared his throat, “Yeah, sure.  Ran into your fists, willingly.”  Bryshere half-rolled his eyes as he looked over at Cliff.  This man was not someone who should be underestimated.

Bryshere’s brows furrowed as he looked at the man.  Did he just insult him?  He wasn’t sure.  “... you might be too late,” Bryshere replied as he looked over to the trotting agents headed their way.  “You might need to tell your wife to start picking out your grave.  They look like they’re ready to kill you.”

[adamnnit-blog]

“Hey, hey,” Cliff said as he threw his hands in the air.  He punched SHOT officers - allegedly.  There were plenty of conflicting stories being thrown around.  The officer claimed to be peacefully restraining an unidentified mutant;  Cliff claimed the officer’s excessive use of force was unnecessary for such a young mutant.  They couldn’t reach an agreement.  “You’re saying that, me, one person,” Cliff said as he pressed his hand to his chest dramatically, “Cause all of those guys to hit the ground?”  He moved his hand across, gesturing at the amount of a fallen SHOT agents.  The man’s grin came on as he chuckled.  He ran his fingers through his hair before he shrugged, “Come on.  I’m just one guy.”  For a fraction of a second, Cliff’s lips twitched into a smirk, “What could one guy do?”

[fauxfiictional-blog]

Bryshere wasn’t sure how everything lead up to this.  The black ranger had been ready to pass by when he heard the tumultuous ruckus began.  At first, Bryshere rushed over, ready to stop whatever happened - he might not be able to transform and jump into action, but he was still a trained combatant.  However, when he finally got where the fighting had settled to, confusion came into his expression.  The SHOT agents had hit the ground and in the center of them was one, single person.  He tilted his head - was this guy a mutant?

“Apparently, a lot,” Bryshere replied to the man’s rhetoric.  He looked over to the man and then over to the SHOT agents, “You should probably get out of here before their back-up comes.”  With agents of any kind, you could always bet that there would be back-up.  Bryshere had experience with that first-hand - he’d never been embarrassed to give the Rangers a call when he needed to.  “But,” he took another glance at the fallen agents, “How’d you do that so quickly?”

[fauxfiictional-blog]

lunarcrescens‌:

Charlie knew him: Bryshere Kenda, the Black Ranger.  

“Oh …it’s nice to meet you,” Charlie said wondering if he should bow.  He’d never bowed before, but if he had to, he would.  He cleared his throat and introduced himself, “I’m Charlie.  My sister and I moved into town a few months ago.”  More like time-traveled, but IS hadn’t gotten that far in their advancement yet.  He shook his head at the mention of parents, “They’re occupied.”  Which was the nicest way Charlie could have said that before he tried to change the topic, “I just wanted some quiet to figure things out, you know?”  

The Silver Ranger from the future tried his best to keep himself calm.  Every time he’d met one of the current rangers, he found himself very nervous.  Be cool, he had to remind himself.  He looked over to Bryshere and asked, “What about you?  Why are you out?”  The rangers had been branded as vigilantes by SHOT;  they were on the chopping block just as the mutants were.

“Yeah?” Bryshere said as he gestured to the empty seat, asking for permission before he took the spot next to the younger boy.  Though he lived in the city, it was always surprising to hear that people were happily and willingly still moving into the city.  “Oh, that’s cool,” Bryshere said as he settled into his spot, “You and your sister should be careful though.  I’m sure you’ve heard of the rumors about Ceres by now.  I would look into getting monster/villain/hero insurance though.”  He suggested this out of experience.  Without it, it would have been hassle to deal with since one of those mutations crushed his car.

“Occupied?” Bryshere repeated Charlie’s strange choice of words.  “Well, that’s ...fine,” he said before he nodded.  “Just be careful,” he warned but if anything happened, Bryshere was ready.  The Rangers never discriminated over whom they needed to protect.  He didn’t know what Charlie’s situation was, but he could sympathize a little bit;  he gave him a sympathetic look before he smiled.  “You’ll figure this out.  I’m sure.”

Bryshere let out a chuckle as he omitted the truth, “I was just doing some errands.  End of the year nonsense.  I lost track of time.”  He lied, of course.  He couldn’t bring up the fighting with SHOT.  He wasn’t sure where this boy’s loyalties lay, after all.