['Be careful what you wish for' has never been more literal than at this moment. Then again, for her whole life, throwaway "I wish" sentences had never been anything to worry about. All those wishes Dana had made on her brother's birthday hadn't changed the fact that he'd survived the accident and was only waiting for the day he would be free to fight her and their father, and when she'd become a Ranger, there'd been no time for wishes.
And yet, somehow, wishing for a way to help her brother adjust more easily to normal human life had landed her here. With a new mission. And, clearly, new powers.
She touches the gem on the back of her hand, twisting her lips in a small, forlorn smile.] I thought I was done fighting monsters. But if it'll help Ryan, and if the people here really need my help, then... it's worth it.
[She looks up and meets the gaze of the first person she sees.] Excuse me. Do you know where I should go to get start getting settled in?
Nightmare
[Dana sinks into what feels like tar, and the world goes dark.
The inside of her house is the boardwalk back home, rubble-strewn and overcast where it should be clean and bright. The ocean is angry, waves beating against the shore as storm gusts blow in from the open sea-- or so it seems, as shadows twist the image in and out of focus. Voices of children and adults cry for help, and Dana is... in her tattered uniform, with dirty hands that she can see through -- a spirit, powerless to help herself or the wounded.
She's never been more than this, has she? She's always been a drain, and it's her fault her brother suffered so much, her fault the city has fallen, her fault, her fault...
That wailing--it's her voice, as pathetic as she herself is as she wanders the ruins, the sound spilling out into the street, perhaps.]
Dana Mitchell | Power Rangers Lightspeed Rescue
['Be careful what you wish for' has never been more literal than at this moment. Then again, for her whole life, throwaway "I wish" sentences had never been anything to worry about. All those wishes Dana had made on her brother's birthday hadn't changed the fact that he'd survived the accident and was only waiting for the day he would be free to fight her and their father, and when she'd become a Ranger, there'd been no time for wishes.
And yet, somehow, wishing for a way to help her brother adjust more easily to normal human life had landed her here. With a new mission. And, clearly, new powers.
She touches the gem on the back of her hand, twisting her lips in a small, forlorn smile.] I thought I was done fighting monsters. But if it'll help Ryan, and if the people here really need my help, then... it's worth it.
[She looks up and meets the gaze of the first person she sees.] Excuse me. Do you know where I should go to get start getting settled in?
Nightmare
[Dana sinks into what feels like tar, and the world goes dark.
The inside of her house is the boardwalk back home, rubble-strewn and overcast where it should be clean and bright. The ocean is angry, waves beating against the shore as storm gusts blow in from the open sea-- or so it seems, as shadows twist the image in and out of focus. Voices of children and adults cry for help, and Dana is... in her tattered uniform, with dirty hands that she can see through -- a spirit, powerless to help herself or the wounded.
She's never been more than this, has she? She's always been a drain, and it's her fault her brother suffered so much, her fault the city has fallen, her fault, her fault...
That wailing--it's her voice, as pathetic as she herself is as she wanders the ruins, the sound spilling out into the street, perhaps.]