Future Scientist

Syria Fraye,19|| College student|| Major: Biology, Chemistry: Minor: Physics|| I am pretty good at science, and a few other subjects. I help my father out in his line of... umm... "work". It's not something I really enjoy. But, he is the only family I have. So, I guess it's just us against the...

[syriafraye]

If you’d like to continuing reading or interacting with either Syria or Kayden, this is where you will find them. Though a few things have changed.

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sawycrffs:

jefflightyear:

syriafraye:

Sighing to herself as she watched Sawyer sit down next to her. Syria didn’t realize that she had become jumpier then she normally was. She should have been able to hear Sawyer’s footsteps. But lately, Syria was finding that wasn’t the case. “No need to apologize. I’m still a little jumpy from a lab mishap.” She said offering the older girl a smile. “Oh, I was trying to reread The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe; but I kind of zoned out instead.” Syria placed the book down on her lap. “So how everything going? I mean besides the chaos that my father has been causing these past months.” She asked genuinely wanting to know how Sawyer was holding up. Syria did miss having roommates. But, that didn’t mean she thought it was a good idea living with anyone. She knows that her father would target them just to punish her. Syria didn’t want anyone else to get hurt because of her. 

Ever since coming to New York, Jeff had been constantly in awe of the city. It was always so vast and had so much going on at any given time. Despite knowing Devone was there too, the city was alive with its demise and full of a destructive chaotic energy like previous planets Jeff had been to.. No, it was as if it was alive on in its own merit, too. It was a sight to see, and he loved to spend time taking it all in. Especially at parks. Jeffrey enjoyed the prospect of people watching and seeing what humans were like. They were always so different in every location he’d been. New York certainly had had the most diversity in, and while he knew that, Jeff still wouldn’t of expected to see the daughter of Devone peacefully enjoying the day. 

He had just been out enjoying the weather when he had a certain intense feeling in his stomach. One he only got when there were powerful beings nearby, and as soon as his eyes scanned the area, he saw exactly where it was coming from. Being more of the stealth type, Jeff ducked into some bushes to watch from afar. Was Syria there to start a problem? Was it a trap for him, or these Power Rangers he had been hearing about? And why did Syria’s aura feel somehow both the same yet vastly different than it used to. As his mind tried to analyze Syria from afar, his senses continued to feel on edge. He couldn’t figure out why until he noticed someone that was approaching the fellow Nexionian. Whoever they were seemed human, but also had power levels that were overwhelming. Certainly something Jeffrey had yet to see in other humans. Being the type to observe, Jeff decided to remain silent and watch their exchange for the time being. Maybe he would be able to figure out if this was a trap before they had a chance to implement it. Or maybe he’d at least get some more intel if he was patient enough.

Giving her a small smile back, Sawyer nodded. Just being around Devone the few times she had was enough to chill her to the bone with fear and make her question nearly her entire life. She really had no idea how Syria had put up with him as long as she had. All she knew was the younger deserved to get far away from him and she would help however she could to make sure that happened. “Ah, nice. I haven’t read that one in forever but it used to be one of my favorites.” Trying to relax and act like everything was fine when it wasn’t was hard, she knew that firsthand. “Eh, pretty good all things considered. Kinda miss having you as a roomie but Rory isn’t too bad when she isn’t blaring country music. And we’ve been good.” Being a couple was still a slight adjustment but outside of Power Ranger stuff, she was happy. Happier than she’d been in a long time. Feeling eyes on her, Sawyer looked around and could’ve sworn she saw someone in the bushes. “Uh, I don’t want to alarm you but I’m pretty sure there’s a guy hiding in the bushes watching us a little more intently than he should be. Do you think it’s someone who works for your dad?”

“Yeah, it is a good read. When one can read it. The movie isn’t that bad either. I am sure you could always watch it with Rory. I am sure she would enjoy it.” Syria said thoughtfully. Smiling at Sawyer as the older girl spoke about Rory, and that girls need to listen to country music. “Hmm, I really don’t understand why she likes country music. Most of it is similar and kind of depressing. But it’s good that you two are doing good. Even though you have to suffer at times listening to country music.” Syria said. “I miss having you as a roommate too. Sometimes the dorm got a little quiet and kind of lonely. Even though Aspen would drop by and crash some nights.” Watching Sawyer as she looked around, tilting her head to the side Syria wondered what had gotten Sawyers attention. It wasn’t until Sawyer told her that some guys were in the bush watching them did she follow Sawyer line of vision. “Umm you know to be honest I don’t think so. You were able to notice him to quickly. He could be just some kind of creeper. If it would make you feel at ease, I could try to read his mind.”

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roreomarsh:

syriafraye:

Syria found herself fighting the urge to facepalm. Taking a deep breath before she even tried to replay to the girl laying next to her. “What do you mean what? Most of you humans have to wear sunscreen. I even have to wear sunscreen.” Shaking her head at Rory’s little display; the girl was being overdramatic. Well, that is what Syria hoped. “Rory, why don’t you just ask Sawyer to help you put on sunscreen when you need to wear some.”  She looked down at the blond before adding, “You aren’t going to melt. I believe the city is hotter because of how many people are here and because of the traffic and subway system. But if you feel like you are literally melting maybe you should have Dr. Oliver check into that.” 

“I know it’s been a while, but my skin stays kinda cold,” she grumbled, wincing as she shifted in her place. The angry red blotchiness of her skin was making her grumpy, and she was in desperate need of some aloe. The idea of Sawyer rubbing it all over body did cheer her up though. “I think I’d prefer her to rub me in other places,” she said, attempting to laugh but halting quickly when it only furthered her pain. She sighed. “I think it’s safe to say the sun is team evil, which is great cuz it’ll fit right in in hell.”

“Are you positive about that? Because if your skin kind of stays cool then Eury’s should kind of stay warm.” Syria said as she tried to think about reasons why Rory would be an exception when it comes to not protecting herself from the sun. Beside Rory’s powers should completely stop the suns rays from having an effect on her.  “Just because you have ice powers doesn’t make you immune to the sun.” She looked over Rory who was in pain. “Have you been told that you shouldn’t apply ice directly to your sunburn? That you should only use ice water for a cold compress?” Syria rolled her eyes at Rory, “of course you would. But seriously you also need to stay hydrated along with making sure your skin stays moisturized.” Shaking her head at the other girl. Syria did feel bad that Rory was in pain. Though the other girl should know that even with her superpowers it didn’t mean that she didn’t have to protect herself from the sun.

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biancaarivera:

syriafraye:

Syria couldn’t help but look in the direction Bianca was looking in. For a moment she watched the kids playing frisbee before looking back at Bianca. Before she could give a reply the older girl told Syria that she felt that she was the weakest link out of the other Rangers. Hearing this shocked Syria. Because she didn’t think Bianca was the weakest one out of the Rangers. Sure she didn’t agree with who Professor Hillard choose to become a Power Ranger, at first and yet she couldn’t argue Professor Hillard choice when it came to making Bianca a Power Ranger. Yes, Bianca did have some faults and Syria thought Professor Hillard would have her hands full with Bianca at first. But, now that doesn’t seem like the case. 

Shaking her head a little at Bianca’s words. A small smile formed, It wasn’t really a happy or sad smile. It was indifferent. She wondered how many of the Rangers felt that way. Syria knew that Sawyer and Eury probably felt the same. But did the twins? Again she shook her head as she tried to focus. But, she couldn’t focus on what she was going to say as her mind drifted back to that day where she was seated across from Professor Hillard. Telling her about the vials. “Professor Hillard didn’t think you are weak when she chose you,” Syria said as she looked over at Bianca. “When I told her about the vials of serum that Dr. Oliver and I created, after convincing her it was our only chance to save the world. She wrote down five names and next to those names reasons why she picked them.”  Syria closed her eyes for a moment as she pictures the list of names in her hand. “You were number three on her list,” Syria said as she opened her eyes, looking at Bianca. “ and what she wrote down next to your name was ‘the brains; intelligent and wise, equipped with cleverness and problem-solving abilities; organized, determined and dedicated to cause; secure. Will get things done. Genuinely wants to save the world’. So, you aren’t the weakest link here.” 

Syria couldn’t place what she was feeling. But, she could help but believe in Bianca’s words. The older girl seemed so confident that Syria would have a someday. A someday where she wouldn’t have to play double agent or keep an extra eye out for her father. A someday where she wouldn’t have to fear her father’s wrath. A someday where she might even have a real family. At this moment Syria knew she needed to tell someone about her discovery. Because she wanted to keep the only real family she had left safe. Even if they didn’t know they were her family. They were still family to her. 

Bianca smiled at Syria’s admission, staring down shyly at her hands clasped in her lap. She thrived off of compliments and hearing the reasons Professor Hillard had identified her as the next Power Ranger reminded her that she had good things going for her. She was chosen to fill Kat’s shoes, after all, and that had to count for something. “I don’t know,” Bianca humbly replied. “Just because I was third on the list then doesn’t mean anything about my positioning in the hierarchy now. Not that there is a hierarchy…” she trailed off, wishing she wasn’t so naturally competitive. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. My point was that we all serve a purpose no matter what skills we bring to the table. We’re too far in at this point to be doubting that truth.”

Syria watched Bianca’s reaction closely. Having lived with her for a semester Syria was able to learn a few things about both her former dorm mates. Even though both of them tried to avoid the dorm whenever the other was there. She was able to pick up that Sawyer and Bianca were both on the competitive side. Syria hated to admit that she also was a little competitive. Though she wasn’t as competitive as some of the people she knew.  Shaking her head a little she smiled at Bianca. “Most places have a hierarchy. There really is no escaping it. Though I do think that the Rangers are the only ones that don’t really have a hierarchy. But, even if you don’t have one that doesn’t me you can be competitive with each other.” Syria said with a small shrug, “Just as long as it is on the friendly side, then I don’t see the harm in it.” 

Syria hummed as she thought over Bianca’s words. She knows that she’s right. They all have something to bring to the table and yet that little voice in the back of her mind says that she could always be replaced. A voice that sounds a lot like her father. She hated that voice, she much rather listen to her sister’s Bianca’s voice.  Syria just wished that she could be having this conversation with her sister. Even though she was technically talking with her sister, who didn’t know who she really was. Which is probably for the better. “You are right, we are too far into this to be looking back. Sometimes the negative feelings get the better of me.”           

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biancaarivera:

syriafraye:

“I just hope no one ruins it for everyone else. Because sometimes people can take advantage of someone. But, I don’t think anyone has tried to pull anything.” Syria said knowing that there were people in this world that would use someone for being kind. “Try telling that one to my father.” She sighed as she shook her head, “Not that I am disagreeing with you. In the back of my mind, I know that inner strength is just as good as being physically strong. But,” Syria paused for a moment trying to think of the right thing to say. “… but I wish that I could be more helpful to you and the others.” She finished. Syria looked at Bianca with her head slightly tilted to the side. “You really think so?”  

   “I suppose all you can do is hope for the best. I’m glad no one’s tried to pull anything funny with you yet, though.” Bianca shrugged her shoulders. At the mention of Devone, she straightened her back and focused her attention on a group of kids playing frisbee. She understood what Syria was saying, but not being physically strong didn’t detract from one’s importance. “Can I be honest with you? I’m pretty sure that I’m the weakest link out of all of the Rangers. It’s the truth and I’m sure if you asked the others candidly they’d say the same thing. But just because I don’t think that I’m as strong or fast or agile as the others doesn’t mean that I am not a valuable asset to the team. You do more than enough on the sidelines. And besides, you definitely wouldn’t want to be subject to battle. Those monsters can do a real number on you,” she joked at the end to lighten the mood.  

“I know so,” Bianca replied confidently. She saw so much potential in Syria. At that moment, when she stared into her dark brown eyes that still managed to hold the tiniest glimmer of hope, Bianca finally understood why Tommy and Katherine fought for Syria in the first place despite the inevitable consequences. Syria’s safety was important- but her ability to start her own life, independent of her father and free to do brilliant and lovely things in the universe was a priority for Bianca. I’ll make sure of it, she silently promised. 

Syria couldn’t help but look in the direction Bianca was looking in. For a moment she watched the kids playing frisbee before looking back at Bianca. Before she could give a reply the older girl told Syria that she felt that she was the weakest link out of the other Rangers. Hearing this shocked Syria. Because she didn’t think Bianca was the weakest one out of the Rangers. Sure she didn’t agree with who Professor Hillard choose to become a Power Ranger, at first and yet she couldn’t argue Professor Hillard choice when it came to making Bianca a Power Ranger. Yes, Bianca did have some faults and Syria thought Professor Hillard would have her hands full with Bianca at first. But, now that doesn’t seem like the case. Shaking her head a little at Bianca’s words. A small smile formed, It wasn’t really a happy or sad smile. It was indifferent. She wondered how many of the Rangers felt that way. Syria knew that Sawyer and Eury probably felt the same. But did the twins? Again she shook her head as she tried to focus. But, she couldn’t focus on what she was going to say as her mind drifted back to that day where she was seated across from Professor Hillard. Telling her about the vials. “Professor Hillard didn’t think you are weak when she chose you,” Syria said as she looked over at Bianca. “When I told her about the vials of serum that Dr. Oliver and I created, after convincing her it was our only chance to save the world. She wrote down five names and next to those names reasons why she picked them.”  Syria closed her eyes for a moment as she pictures the list of names in her hand. “You were number three on her list,” Syria said as she opened her eyes, looking at Bianca. “ and what she wrote down next to your name was ‘the brains; intelligent and wise, equipped with cleverness and problem-solving abilities; organized, determined and dedicated to cause; secure. Will get things done. Genuinely wants to save the world’. So, you aren’t the weakest link here.” 

Syria couldn’t place what she was feeling. But, she could help but believe in Bianca’s words. The older girl seemed so confident that Syria would have a someday. A someday where she wouldn’t have to play double agent or keep an extra eye out for her father. A someday where she wouldn’t have to fear her father’s wrath. A someday where she might even have a real family. At this moment Syria knew she needed to tell someone about her discovery. Because she wanted to keep the only real family she had left safe. Even if they didn’t know they were her family. They were still family to her. 

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roreomarsh:

syriafraye:

Syria sighed at Rory. “Did you tell Dr. Oliver or Professor Hillard about this?” She asked looking over at Rory. Of course, the girl probably didn’t. “You do realize if the serum is causing you to burn. Then Dr. Oliver and I will have to run some tests.” Syria watched the blond for a moment. “Your skin is pretty fair and you did use sunscreen right?” Shaking her head, Syria wondered why no one understood the concept of sunscreen. She wasn’t even from this planet and understood it’s usefulness. Syria and Aspen used the product last summer, and it was helpful.   

“What?” Rory’s brow furrowed, and she lifted her head to get a better look at her. Paying no attention to the idea of testing, her mind went straight to skin care. “I have to wear sunscreen?!” she asked, suddenly astounded by the assertion. This was exhausting. She plopped her head back down and whined. “What’s the point of being a human Popsicle if I’m still gonna melt.”

Syria found herself fighting the urge to facepalm. Taking a deep breath before she even tried to replay to the girl laying next to her. “What do you mean what? Most of you humans have to wear sunscreen. I even have to wear sunscreen.” Shaking her head at Rory’s little display; the girl was being overdramatic. Well, that is what Syria hoped. “Rory, why don’t you just ask Sawyer to help you put on sunscreen when you need to wear some.”  She looked down at the blond before adding, “You aren’t going to melt. I believe the city is hotter because of how many people are here and because of the traffic and subway system. But if you feel like you are literally melting maybe you should have Dr. Oliver check into that.” 

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biancaarivera:

syriafraye:

Syria shrugs, “It is, and I understand if someone that needs my help can’t pay me.” Playing with the book she is holding as she listens to Bianca. “Honestly, when I was younger, I wasn’t really good at anything else. I was terrible at combat training. So, becoming a warrior was out. But I was good with science and having eidetic memory didn’t hurt.” Syria sighed as she ran a hand through her hair. “Though the things I was creating of my father never felt right. The only time being in my lab felt right was when I started coming to classes here, helping Dr. Oliver create the power serum and creating the healing serum for you guys.” Syria looked at Bianca before continuing, “I just feel that my skills could be used for something greater. Like coming up with a cure for one of the disses on this planet… like MS or something.” 

Bianca nodded her head and smiled at Syria’s kind attitude. Not many people were as selfless as she was, especially given the circumstances she was in. “That’s really nice of you, Syria. I’m sure they appreciate your willingness to help without financial compensation.” She grew quiet as Syria delved into her past as a Nexonian, as a child of Devone. Hearing Syria talk about it made her uncomfortable for reasons she couldn’t explain. “Well… You don’t need to be physically strong to make a difference. And in some weird way, you’re proof of that.” Bianca would never thank Syria for making the serums and turning her and her friends into Power Rangers but she had at the very least grown to understand and respect that she had. “They can be. And I have hope that eventually they will be.” 

“I just hope no one ruins it for everyone else. Because sometimes people can take advantage of someone. But, I don’t think anyone has tried to pull anything.” Syria said knowing that there were people in this world that would use someone for being kind. “Try telling that one to my father.” She sighed as she shook her head, “Not that I am disagreeing with you. In the back of my mind, I know that inner strength is just as good as being physically strong. But,” Syria paused for a moment trying to think of the right thing to say. “... but I wish that I could be more helpful to you and the others.” She finished. Syria looked at Bianca with her head slightly tilted to the side. “You really think so?”  

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[syriafraye]

stargateatlspace:

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eurydicecostas:

syriafraye:

“Yeah, it really is and that’s why you should try and apologize,” Syria said as she looked at the older girl that has gone MIA for six months. She knew that this wasn’t really her fight. Yes, she was a little disappointed the Eury decided to high tail it and leave. But, she couldn’t fully blame her. Not when people that she trusted lied to her about something important. “Then again I wasn’t looking where I was going either. So, how about we skip the apologies.” Syria looked Eury over. Wanting to make sure the other girl wasn’t hurt. “I can understand why you did what you did.” There was going to be no way around an awkward conversation.  A lot has happened, things changed. Even if they weren’t big changes. “I have to ask… even if the answer is kind of obvious. How are you holding up?” Syria asked. 

Eury knew Syria’s voice, so she didn’t bother to look up from the ground. She didn’t want to look at her just yet, because she’d either get mad and punch her, or burst into tears. Neither were favourable, or fair. The anger would be directed at the wrong person, and Syria didn’t deserve to deal with an emotional former Power Ranger. “Skipping sounds good,” she said quietly, kicking at some dirt and avoiding eye contact like it was the plague –– but then Syria said she understood, and Eury finally lifted her head to look at her. ”You can?” she asked, surprise evident in her voice. How was she holding up… Now, that was a difficult question, which had quite a few answers. “Uhh, I’m okay, I think.” She gave the girl a small, forced smile. “Things have been better, but I’m feeling better than I did when I left. Turns out I really can’t function that well without friends, though. Not such a lone wolf after all…” She laughed awkwardly. “What’s new with you?”

Noticing how the older girl wasn’t looking at her defiantly told Syria a lot. Though she knew that Eury liked to avoid showing any kind of weakness in front of those. And she was sure that Eury wouldn’t want to show her any cracks in her armor. Syria respects Eury for that in a sense. Maybe it’s because she would find herself doing the same thing. Remain strong in front of others and break down when you are alone. Sometimes it was easier to cry when you are alone. No one can judge you for it. “Yeah, I can.” She said nodding a little. “You aren’t going to get a lecture from me. But, if you need anything just let me know. I’ll try and help you the best I can.” Syria said sincerely. Smiling a little as she nodded in agreement, “It is hard to function without friends isn’ it? Your team and sister are the reasons why I can’t disappear. I know we aren’t friends, but again if you need anything just let me know. I’ll be here for you.” Syria thought for continuing, “Every wolf needs its pack and every pack needs its alpha.” Shrugging a little. “I have an apartment. It’s a whole in the wall kind of place. But for me, it’s another step closer in leaving my father.”   

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penroseholmes:

syriafraye:

Syria snorted, “I have a half a mind to call the NYC Fire department.” She was only on campus to make sure she didn’t leave anything behind. Syria wanted to make sure everything was out of the dorm before the semester ended. Even though Dr. Oliver said that admission would allow her to use the dorm room over the summer semester. They just needed the key a few weeks before the fall semester started. No, she wasn’t here to watch this stupidity. Even though she did understand the need to let off some steam. She just didn’t get why it was in this manner. “Enjoying the show?” Syria asked one of her eyebrows raised. 

“Who, me? No! Noooo…” She waved a hand dismissively, though the look Syria gave her was one of no-nonsense. The girl could read her like a book. “Maybe?” she admitted, though she was quick to interject with her reasoning. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m not about to go throwing any of my expensive textbooks into the pit, but you’ve got to admit that those flames are pretty impressive. There’s nothing like an end-of-semester purge to raise morale among the student body.” She gestured to the large crowd for reference, then smiled apologetically. “You wanna call the firemen? Firewomen? Do they have a women’s brigade in this city?” she wondered aloud.

Her eye narrowed before she raised an eyebrow. “So... you're just carrying that physics textbook around because...?” Sighing as she focused back on the fire and morons throwing their textbooks in the flames. “I can’t believe I am going to say this, but you do realize that I have the same textbook and that we could try to get the same physics class. So if you desire to add your book to the flames, then go right ahead.” Huffing a little as she added, “just don’t go throwing any of my books in any type of fire in the future.” Syria said before booping Aspen on the nose. Shaking her head a little, “What... are you in the market for a smoking hot girlfriend?” Syria asked as she smiled playfully at Aspen.

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biancaarivera:

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“It really does, and sometimes if someone in my group feels like they need a little more help. They’ll ask me to tutor them. Some even pay me.” She said with a slight shrug. Even though Dr. Oliver and Professor Hillard help her get a small job at the college. Syria was going to be stupid and say no to being offered money for tutoring someone. The only time she won't take payment was when she knew that student was having money issues. “Really…? Though I shouldn’t be shocked. You are talented.” Syria knew remembered when she was little that Arianna loved to sing and dance around. But, then most Nexonians enjoyed both singing and dance. It was a form of entertainment. Even though the Plural Royalty had to be the best out of everyone. She wondered if this was something, Bianca felt was natural to her or was it something her parents here had influenced. Asking wouldn’t hurt now, would it? Maybe this way she could start getting an idea of how to deal with this. “I was wondering…now how to word this… was performing something that your parents wanted you to do, or was it something that felt like a calling?”

“Wow, that’s a really nice setup. I haven’t tutored anyone since I was in middle school!” Bianca was amazed by how brilliant Syria was and it saddened her as the girl tried to downplay her intelligence all of the time. Her father was a real piece of work to have damaged her so badly. It motivated her to continue fighting and eventually defeat the monster. “Not to downplay my dads’ influence as they certainly were a solid foundation for my growth as a person and a performer but singing has always been my destiny. I think a lot of people see me as an attention seeker but I just genuinely love how singing, dancing, and acting make me feel. It’s not about the fame or the fortune whatsoever, although I’ll happily accept those things if they come,” she joked. “It feels good knowing my purpose. Did you always want to be a scientist?”

Syria shrugs, “It is, and I understand if someone that needs my help can’t pay me.” Playing with the book she is holding as she listens to Bianca. “Honestly, when I was younger, I wasn’t really good at anything else. I was terrible at combat training. So, becoming a warrior was out. But I was good with science and having eidetic memory didn’t hurt.” Syria sighed as she ran a hand through her hair. “Though the things I was creating of my father never felt right. The only time being in my lab felt right was when I started coming to classes here, helping Dr. Oliver create the power serum and creating the healing serum for you guys.” Syria looked at Bianca before continuing, “I just feel that my skills could be used for something greater. Like coming up with a cure for one of the disses on this planet... like MS or something.” 

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biancaarivera:

syriafraye:

Why did things have to feel this awkward? Yes, Syria knows who Bianca really is. But, she lived with the other girl for a semester. So, it shouldn’t be like this. Even if Bianca wasn’t her sister there was still that matter of her father trying to take over the earth, and destroying the power rangers. Not to mention that Syria herself injected them with the power serum. This doesn’t mean things have to feel awkward between them though. Yet, things did feel awkward and Syria being able to remember the times she and her sister played together wasn’t helping. For now, there wasn’t much she could really do about it but smile and just keep a polite conversation going. 

“Eh, I probably don’t have to study. But I still do. Though it’s with a small group of people from my class.” Syria said as she sat up. “Even though I like my classes I’m a little nervous. How about you, aren’t you nervous?” She asked as she adjusted her sitting position, so she was facing Bianca. “Oh, that’s cool. I am sure that you’ll both pass. Hmm… Salsa is a fast-paced if I am not mistaken?” 

“That makes it a little less painful at least,” she offered hopefully, knowing that study groups kept her motivated around exam times. Bianca thought about Syria’s question for a while. It felt weird being a college student who didn’t stress during finals but Bianca had put that all behind her by tackling all of her general education requirements her freshman year. Now her classes were simply a review of what she already knew and that was how to sing, dance, and act. The networking that NYU provided for her was invaluable, though, which is precisely why she justified going to school. Plus, she really couldn’t imagine what her social life would have looked like without going to college. “I’m not, no. I guess this kind of stuff just comes naturally to me,” she admitted. “Thanks! And yeah, it usually is!”

“It really does, and sometimes if someone in my group feels like they need a little more help. They’ll ask me to tutor them. Some even pay me.” She said with a slight shrug. Even though Dr. Oliver and Professor Hillard help her get a small job at the college. Syria was going to be stupid and say no to being offered money for tutoring someone. The only time she won't take payment was when she knew that student was having money issues. “Really...? Though I shouldn’t be shocked. You are talented.” Syria knew remembered when she was little that Arianna loved to sing and dance around. But, then most Nexonians enjoyed both singing and dance. It was a form of entertainment. Even though the Plural Royalty had to be the best out of everyone. She wondered if this was something, Bianca felt was natural to her or was it something her parents here had influenced. Asking wouldn’t hurt now, would it? Maybe this way she could start getting an idea of how to deal with this. “I was wondering...now how to word this... was performing something that your parents wanted you to do, or was it something that felt like a calling?”

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eurydicecostas:

Standing on the campus grounds, Eury had never felt more nervous. It had been six months since she’d last been around, and she guessed that a lot had changed since she left. Her friends would have moved on without her, and her relationships with each of the rangers would probably be strained as hell now that she was back. Part of her considered running away again, and hopping on the next bus out of the city. But she couldn’t leave again, she had to be strong. There were people she needed to see, and relationships that she needed to mend — mostly the one with her sister.

Taking a deep breath, she threw her cigarette butt on the grass, and began to walk. Considering that she was a fighter, and she’d take on anyone who got in her way, she sure felt like a coward right then. At least Tommy and Kat had forgiven her for deciding to bounce. She doubted that the same could be said for the people who relied on her, and expected her to lead. Six months had gone by, and she still hadn’t thought of what to say to her teammates, or her family. Sure, she’d sent the odd text here and there, but that really wasn’t much effort, was it?

As she was walking, she wasn’t really looking where she was going, due to her mind being so clouded with negative thoughts. Before she knew it, she’d collided with someone, and had to find her voice in order to apologize. Or maybe she wouldn’t. Saying sorry had never really been her thing. Keeping her eyes downcast, she frowned a little and readjusted her bag over her shoulder. “Don’t ya know it’s rude to walk into people,” she grumbled.

“Yeah, it really is and that’s why you should try and apologize,” Syria said as she looked at the older girl that has gone MIA for six months. She knew that this wasn’t really her fight. Yes, she was a little disappointed the Eury decided to high tail it and leave. But, she couldn’t fully blame her. Not when people that she trusted lied to her about something important. “Then again I wasn’t looking where I was going either. So, how about we skip the apologies.” Syria looked Eury over. Wanting to make sure the other girl wasn’t hurt. “I can understand why you did what you did.” There was going to be no way around an awkward conversation.  A lot has happened, things changed. Even if they weren’t big changes. “I have to ask... even if the answer is kind of obvious. How are you holding up?” Syria asked. 

[syriafraye]

roreomarsh:

syriafraye:

Finally, things to start quieting down again. Yet, these past six months have not only been truly exhausting for everyone. They seemed to be testing everyone’s resilience. With all the changes, attacks, and freak snow storms happening; it’s surprising that they were able to find the time to study for finals. And in Syria’s case find a small apartment. Which was a really small one bedroom apartment. That no one really liked. Though, Syria was happy with it. It had a kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom. Most importantly it was another step closer to leaving her father. One that she needed to take. 

Speaking of her father things seemed to be getting worse there. Syria wondered if anyone started to notice. She really hoped not. Only because there was already so much drama happening in everyone’s life. Syria didn’t want to become more of a burden to them. She absentmindedly closed the book that she was trying to read. With it being a pretty decent day out; Syria thought she would go to the park and read. Shaking her head as she tried to regain focus on what she needed to be doing instead to reflecting on the past six months. She didn’t notice footsteps approaching where she was sitting. Syria jumped a little when the person standing next to her spoke. 

“I burned my belly,” Rory pouted, plopping down on the ground next to where Syria was sitting. She lay flat on her back, arms spread at her side, and frowned into the sun. It was bright and hot and she closed her eyes, trying to ignore the stinging red of her skin. How could this happen? “I think there’s a problem with your syrup,” she whined. “I can go outside naked if I want in winter, but I go running in summer and I’m freezer burnt! No fair.”

Syria sighed at Rory. “Did you tell Dr. Oliver or Professor Hillard about this?” She asked looking over at Rory. Of course, the girl probably didn’t. “You do realize if the serum is causing you to burn. Then Dr. Oliver and I will have to run some tests.” Syria watched the blond for a moment. “Your skin is pretty fair and you did use sunscreen right?” Shaking her head, Syria wondered why no one understood the concept of sunscreen. She wasn’t even from this planet and understood it’s usefulness. Syria and Aspen used the product last summer, and it was helpful.   

[syriafraye]

biancaarivera:

syriafraye:

Syria eyes widened for a moment when she saw Bianca. “Umm…. well… I do love to read.”She said as she watched Bianca join her on the bench. “They make for a good escape from reality sometimes.”  Syria leaned her back against the bench. “That’s good that you only have one more final. I’ve got two, A lab final for chemistry and then one for English. The one for English is at the end of this week, while my chemistry final is in the middle of next week. What kind of dance routine do you have to perform, and is it a solo? ” She asks running a hand through her hair. See this conversion didn’t have to be awkward. Though Syria felt that it was probably going to be. I mean how could it not be? Syria found out who the person sitting next to her really was, and she had no idea how to deal with it. But apparently ranting was a great way to deal with it. Because that’s what she just did.

Bianca nodded her head in silent agreement. Syria of all people deserved to escape from reality and if books offered that for her Bianca wasn’t going to be the one to judge. “That’s not so bad! You probably don’t even need to study for either of them with how smart you are. Are you nervous at all, though?” It was hard enough for Bianca to focus on her studies. Being a Power Ranger consumed pretty much all of her free time and finding the balance between college and saving the world was fairly difficult. Syria was in a particularly awful situation being the daughter of evil and she sympathized with that. Luckily, Bianca was confident that Syria was more than capable of passing her courses. “I’m going to salsa with a classmate of mine! She’s Cuban so we’re going to bring some Caribbean heat to our class.” 

Why did things have to feel this awkward? Yes, Syria knows who Bianca really is. But, she lived with the other girl for a semester. So, it shouldn’t be like this. Even if Bianca wasn’t her sister there was still that matter of her father trying to take over the earth, and destroying the power rangers. Not to mention that Syria herself injected them with the power serum. This doesn’t mean things have to feel awkward between them though. Yet, things did feel awkward and Syria being able to remember the times she and her sister played together wasn’t helping. For now, there wasn’t much she could really do about it but smile and just keep a polite conversation going. 

“Eh, I probably don’t have to study. But I still do. Though it’s with a small group of people from my class.” Syria said as she sat up. “Even though I like my classes I’m a little nervous. How about you, aren’t you nervous?” She asked as she adjusted her sitting position, so she was facing Bianca. “Oh, that’s cool. I am sure that you’ll both pass. Hmm... Salsa is a fast-paced if I am not mistaken?”