Still at it, are you?

[bluesteelranger]

Intent on so many things? Please. Find the balance again. Yes, I know Power no Densetsu is on hold until things are steady again but please. You have five days to work with!

::chirps and facepalms::

No wonder you chose Steel. Steel does not bend or display weaknesses when Humans like you get capricious.

Comments

[blewsteel]

True steel doesn't react to any shoes, whether they're capri shoes or a pair of Tom's slim-fit cranberry denim shoes.

[bluesteelranger]

Shoes? I do not wear shoes.

[blewsteel]

Aren't you worried that your feet will be under-accessorized?

[bluesteelranger]

Under what? I have never worn shoes. My people never needed them, if they are what I think they are. I did not learn of shoes until I met humans.

[splitthetimeline]

Hrmm... The sentiment is a kind one, but steel does indeed bend if toyed with too much, and it will eventually break. How quickly that happens simply depends on the quality of the steel and how well it's cared for.

[bluesteelranger]

::curious chirp:: I know. I was speaking in...not-literal language. Do you work with metal? ::Genuinely curious::

[splitthetimeline]

So I assumed. And no, I am a soldier, not a smith. I work with steel, but I do not work the steel.

[bluesteelranger]

Ah. Are you a sword-wielder or an axe-wielder? Have you seen war? ::He hopes not actually::

[splitthetimeline]

I prefer the sword, and yes, I have seen war. In my life I battled nearly every day of it. From the time I was ten or eleven.

{{The man was calm and spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. He had long ago accepted the life of a hero and while his regrets were not yet healed in full, he was now certain it would only be a little longer before the boy finished his training. Then the ancient hero could finally pass on to the next life}}

[bluesteelranger]

Ah. I am familiar too, with war. What kind of warrior are you?

::He can empathise, though Renne himself is likely more of an anti-hero type. Not evil, but not entirely good either. He's gotten his hands very dirty in the past::

[splitthetimeline]

Hmmm... A hero. Both in title and in role. After my destiny was met, I became a knight of my realm. And yourself?

[bluesteelranger]

I am....not so noble. I merely survive and offer help. If I am declined, I do not ask further, and move on. After many betrayals over the years, I do not actively seek "damsels in distress".

::He's a bit stony admitting this, but he has grown quite jaded::

[splitthetimeline]

I never said I still actively sought out anyone in distress, much less damsels. That's not all a hero or a knight does.

...I also did not say what I did was particularly noble, though many see it as such. I would, however, argue that merely offering help is a noble thing to do. Many do not even to that much.

{{His tone remains an easy, amiable one. No judgement is given.}}

[bluesteelranger]

Ah. You seem different than most life-forms I have met. May I ask what you are?

::Curiosity. He's not mad::

[splitthetimeline]

A ghost who should have moved on from this world long ago. What might you be?

[bluesteelranger]

Ghost? ::Chirp. Give him a second...:: A ghost is....a Human that is....without Solidity, right?

::Ah, that question.:: I am...of a species now gone from this Multiverse. Its name is not one I can easily translate beyond "Song people", into this cumbersome tongue.

[splitthetimeline]

Hrmmm... no. A ghost is someone, human or not, who had died and in doing so had their soul leave their body, but not pass on into the next life or the afterlife. Many ghosts are without solidity, this is true, but there are others who can make themselves solid. I can, for a short time. You are the last of your kind?

[bluesteelranger]

::shudders:: To....die... It does not mean to Cease to Exist? ::Death in his kind? There's no eternal soul, no immortal afterlife or ghosts. Just...nonexistence. So it kind of unnerves him, yet there's curiosity there as well::

Yes, I am. The People Ceased to Exist a long time ago, from a....disaster.

[splitthetimeline]

To some it does. To others is it just a new form of existence. I am sorry for your loss and that you must bear the burden of being the last.

[bluesteelranger]

You need not be so. It is an old thing by now, though I wish I could trust another life-form with some knowledge of my kind, an exchange of tales, of wisdoms.
I have not found one yet.

New form of life...That sounds like a more pleasing thing. Do you wish to enter "Afterlife"? Or is it not Valhalla?

[splitthetimeline]

I am not familiar with 'Valhalla'. I assume from your choice of words that it is a name for one of the many 'afterlife's?

[bluesteelranger]

Yes. ...Although, I have experience that if the Gods of Valhalla will it, a living being may visit. I did once...years ago. ODIN Himself had blessed me upon reunion with a now-lost friend.

[splitthetimeline]

I do not know that name either. I have not heard of afterlifes the living can visit, only the dead spirits carrying on within the land of the living.

[regretzio]

[strum]

♪ Oh, what's a Power Ranger to do
In spandex of red, green, or blue
When things grow stories tall
For no good reason at all;
Such is the curse of tokusatsu ♪

[bluesteelranger]

::He can't see but can hear just fine. He likes music but....this is confusing! Puzzling, actually::

Eeh? May I ask what you, erm....sing of? And what is a...Toke-sat-su?

[regretzio]

[strum]

♪ Oh the usual things, in cahoots
Heads in tubes and people in suits ♪

(( ROFL! You're making me laugh like mad! :D ))

[bluesteelranger]

I...do not understand. Or are you bound to sing every word you...er....sing? If you wish me to listen, I will.

*bow*

[regretzio]

[strum]

♪ I have the habit, that is true
C'mon little fellow, don't be blue ♪

(( :D Brilliant. Sorry I'm slow -- Classes and junk ))

[bluesteelranger]

Er....but I am blue. My skin is blue.

nothing to worry about

[regretzio]

[strum]

♪ I see. That is true
Ah, what, exactly, er, are you? ♪

:) Thanks

[bluesteelranger]

I am...me. Just me. I am of a race no longer in existence. You?