The First Broadcast

Jack's Legs began to ache as he ran, his bike discard at the station due to a minor inconvenience called "The law"... I mean what could possibly be wrong with bringing a bike into a train! I mean he wasn't gunna ride it on the train! Besides! It's his Zord! A ranger always needs his Zord... well it WILL be a zord once Jack figures out how to tap into the morphing grid... He's close! He can feel it! Regardless Jack pulled his phone from his glove and checked his messages...nothing... Nilo always texts back... wait... Message not sent!? Failed... no... NO! Jack shook his head and doubled his efforts to reach the tower his exhaustion long forgotten. Nilo could be in there by now... That... NO!

As Jack reached the tower square he began to shove his way through the gathered crowd."Out of the way! Official Ranger Mission! My friend's in there! I can feel it! OUT OF THE WAY!" Jack lost all his inhibitions as he reached the front of the crowed... Nilo was no where to be found... m-maybe he didn't come!...yeah... maybe... Maybe he was still at the dorms! Yeah! He was safe!... r-reading a book...

No

N-No?... a voice deep inside Jack said no... No He was here... And... other people, Jack could just feel it... Yeah... Jack had to be here... This is where he had to be! This was his first mission! The birth of a new Featherman legacy!


"This is it! Protecting the world from the shadows that plague it at every turn! We hero's fight for the souls within!"


"With the strength of a Chariot! Neo Featherman Ranger! Red!"

His call to arms said, Jack charged forth towards the doors and stepped through, what ever lay on the other side... he would be ready. With Boken in hand... he would face the world head on....

Once Jack stepped into the tower, he too would find himself falling while the doors closed behind him, and soon he would land with a bright light following him to the platform where the others were, though there would be no tremors caused by his landing, like everything was frozen in time. It would not be long before Jack woke up, able to see the same scenery the others were viewing. She lightly held a hand out to gesture to the new arrival. “I am rather impressed that someone who has not awakened to their potential was able to bravely run in here, into the unknown. Perhaps you will awaken here as well, I can sense the power in you stirring.” And she was right, as she spoke, Jack would be able to hear the voices of another being in his mind beginning to surface, like it had always been there. He was not fully awakened, however he was coming close. Looking at the three who were speaking, they had the same questions. She frowned a bit. “The ‘End’ is what you should be avoiding. When I said what I said, I was referring to my broadcast, but you guys definitely have a sense of….boldness. I like that actually. For rushing into the unknown with almost no fear, you deserve to be commended. That being said…” she took a few paces towards them, her face more somber and less hyper than she was seen before. “When I said bait, I was perhaps incorrect. You and many others will be fated to come here in the future when your time in the other worlds is up. I merely am here to make sure everything is moved along, so our little friend Thesis cannot stir things up with her brother. I know it does sound like the end is nigh, but while we are now passing the half-point, there is still time to decide what Humanity wants.” She paused meaningfully before continuing on.

“My brothers and sisters are hidden away in other worlds, watching, waiting to see how Humanity wants to move forward. Not too long ago, we had a large God try to enforce a world where your perceptions could be twisted, into a fake world. My goal, along with others, is to change Humanity in a more concrete way, and prevent something like that from happening again. I planned on speaking to you outside the tower, but now you see, this tower will grow soon, and once it is finished, you will be ready to stop Thesis and her plans, and be able to face your true creator and change your lives, until then, this is what we see; a waiting room.” She did not want to overflow them all at once, as she very clearly left out details, however, they needed to know why things were happening this way. Humans feared what they did not know, so the best thing to do is inform them so they did know. She could only hope those on the outside will learn soon…



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When Katsuro was closing in on the door, he would start to feel the presence growing stronger and stronger, as though it was trying to intimidate him from the door, until it eventually would seem to glow bright, as a hand of white broke out of the closed door and with it, a body fell gracefully from the entrance and began to take a shape.


It didn’t seem malevolent in the slightest, however it was definitely looked as though it was defending this door. Was it to keep him in, or anyone else out? Perhaps if he got past this entrance he would get some answers, however, the being seemed to just float there. If Katsu were to get any closer however, that would change.

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Nilo glanced back at Jack, stunned into silence at his appearance. Jeez, now wasn't the time for something like this to happen... Scenarios raced through his mind as he quickly returned his gaze to the reporter. She knew a lot, that much was known. Could she be trusted? It was unknown at this point... Knowledge like this can come from two points, the side you wish to help, or the size that opposes your beliefs. What could be deduced from the information given was that fate was involved with this place.

The 'waiting room,' as the reporter described it, would become a tower in the upcoming future... Why came to mind but he knew he shouldn't ask to many questions, for all he knew, there could be a limit to questions or a limit to the time she would stay here. He sighed and shook his head, glancing back at Jack and holding up a hand in a means to calm any nerves he may have, a smile crossing his lips. He returned his gaze to the reporter, bringing a hand to twist a strand of his hair.

"... I suppose me asking questions could lead to unwanted information or wasted time... I'll retreat to silence to allow Rita and Sharaku question you further... My lack of knowledge on the subject may hinder information they need. Further more, any information they recieve from you will aid me in the end... Forgive my bluntness, Miss Reporter, I hope you don't take offense to it." he said this as he took out his book from his satchel, the book he always had with him, and would begin writing any and all information the reporter would say, along with the information she had already released.

His analytic eye would seem cold at first, but behind it he was truly scared. She was always scared... And now their fear was centered at one point. If this girl was the enemy, she could strike at any moment... Or worse, if she was an ally, then whatever foe was building this place could come and strike surprisingly. Nothing seemed right in this situation other than to let the professionals have free reign over the matter at hand.

If Jack where to freak out, he would go to tend to him quickly in a means to not distract the reporter and the two fellow visitors from any discussion they may have.

As Jack fell his mind went blank... The infinite whiteness below him seemed to render him speachless. Where was he? Was this always in the radio tower? No... No he had been here before to partition that they start broadcasting the HitchHiker's Guide radio serials... and they certainly didn't have an infinite drop into another dimension back then... Though they could have put it in sense then... Regardless... He was... oddly calm given the situation. He knew he should be panicked beyond human comprehension... but... all he could feel was excitement... Exhilaration! Happiness... As the floor below approached... instead of the fear of death, Jack found he was only able to think of two words... and how better to express them, then to shout them to the heavens!

"Dynamic Entry!" Fallowed by a thud and a loud grunt of pain as he collided with the ground...

A few moments later Jack would shake his helmeted head and try to come to his senses.... he would slowly stand and look around the room in confusion... He would crack his back and chuckle slightly as he took in the odd surroundings until his eyes landed on Nilo,"Nilo! I knew you were here! Haha! This is just further proof of our bond as comrades and Rangers!"

Jack would then turn his gaze to Sharaku... figures he'd be here to. He is a magic man after all. Jack would scratch the back of his head and chuckle again lightly"H-Hey there Sharaku! Guess I did a bad job of keeping my nose out of trouble huh?... But when I saw that broadcast... I just couldn't help but rush into the fray... I am a hero remember? heh"

Jack would stop talking and listen once the reporter started talking... P-power?... What power?... Jack didn't have any pow... wait... now that she mentioned it... Jack... Jack did feel something deep down. Something bubbling to the surface. A voice deep down that made him feel... strange... the more he thought about it, the more his head began to hurt. He slowly brought his hand to his head... v-voice?... inside?... who was?

"Ranger Red... I am here"

Jack began to waver... he would have fallen to the ground if the one person he didn't know here hadn't interrupted his thoughts with her harsh words... she seemed rather peeved at Nilo... Just because he didn't want to be involved? What? Obviously she didn't know Nilo... if there was one thing Nilo was, it was shy and reserved. It wasn't his fault he was hesitant, that's just who he was. Jack may not have known what her relation to Nilo was or what her deal was, but he knew that she didn't have the right to talk down to him. Even Sharaku seemed to be annoyed at her words... Jack took one step forward and stood between her and Nilo,"Look, I just got here and I don't think we've met... I am Neo Featherman Ranger Red, it's a pleasure to meet you, however... I dont see how Nilo not wanting to get involved is any of your business! You have no right to talk down to him like that!" Jack then turned towards the reporter, pointing at the sky with his boken... everyone was asking questions... so he might as well join in the fun...

"And you... You said something about wanting help to change humanity right? Well if you want help you have to give help. I just came from up top and I gatta say... people are starting to freak out... These things you're doing are causing a panic. I don't know what's going on here... And to be frank, right now I care more about the safety of the people of this city then whatever this is. I am Featherman Ranger Red! The safety of this town is my only concern..."

The Reporter looked at Nilo when he spoke. He was rather trusting. This could be both helpful and hurtful to him. She would have commented, however Rita had made a not so subtle outburst to him. She didn’t mind the conflict, but this was not the best time; at least not yet. In the minute that Rita was talking to Nilo, a long object was suddenly thrown from the Reporter, landing into the floor of the platform between them, with the speed of a bullet, and a decisive sound when it sunk into the platform. The object was revealed to be a long staff, that didn’t make any damage around it, like the object suddenly sunk into the floor when thrown. She would give a small glare towards the two. “You two seek answers, but you both pawn it off on each other, and then you get angry. Conflict is central to this event, but not when one is learning. Do pay attention.” She looked to Jack when he introduced himself. “If you were truly a hero, I daresay you would have stayed outside to protect those who were frightened, however now they are panicked. Not that it matters, but that mask shalt not do you any good here. Perhaps you should look into yourself..” she said, pointing to him, bringing to surface the voices in his head even further. His Persona was calling out to him. He could summon it now for confirmation, however the Reporter would turn her attention to the entire group as a figure appeared on the screen she was just looking at moments ago.




“Thesis. The one who created the lands and seas. She is responsible for the creation of your world, and no doubt countless others. She is a Primordial Goddess. However, she and my friends have been locked in eternal conflict, for she wishes to control these worlds when they developed on their own, including the people. She, along with her brother, wish to revive the World’s Creator, and spell doom for all of our worlds. Naturally, we wish to prevent that, and at the same time, we plan on creating Humanity’s next image in the way they wish. Each of my brothers and sisters in the other worlds have molded Humanity from its birth to where it is today in some fashion. They created humans. Some refer to them as the Divines, however we are more commonly known amongst humans, as Angels.” She paused to let that sink in. After all, learning about beings, perhaps deities even that created humans. That was probably unsettling.

“We are responsible for joining various parallel worlds near each other, whom they all share a common connection. This has been part of a ‘competition’ as Humans may put it. With the help of those with the potential, Humanity will decide how they wish to evolve, and your Creator shall make it so. However, Thesis and her brother, Ananke, a Primordial personification of fate itself both wish to take this world for themselves and then take more parallel worlds, by reviving the World's Creator. It is something we cannot stop forever. They shall probably notice our bold actions and make similar actions of their own; we had just decided to act first. It is our way of giving incentive to you. More names shall show up in time, but it will not mean anything in the future, as only the Chosen will even remember what happens after all of this is over. As such, Humanity must work to find a 'reason' to evolve, and we can stop the Primordials, and ascend you into the next beings that you shall decide upon." She held out her hands lightly as she spoke to them.




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As Katsu began to saunter his way to flirt to the odd being, it merely stood there, watching him silently and ignoring his advances. Each step he made closer to this being, its hands began to clutch slowly, as though preparing for something.  All was silent until a voice seemed to come from nowhere and resonate with the room itself; a voice that sounded very androgynous which made it difficult to discern who was speaking.


The voice brought with it an atmosphere that was unimaginably heavy, talking with no clear origin.…and just as quickly as it had begun, the voice grew silent, and with it the odd presence. The voice did not seem to want the young idol to prefer either option, rather it seemed to leave the decision up to him. Katsu was now left alone with the being, still as nonreactive to his flirts as before.

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Geez... What was this girl? If it wasn't being blatantly ignored it was his words being twisted in the stupidest of ways. Really, if he wanted to use them as pawns, he would have said nothing at all, but alas, it didn't matter, the reporter took matter into her own hands with the staff. The boy refrained from shrieking, clenching his teeth behind closed lips. He winced slightly, but one could possibly see how on edge he was. He'd yell at Rita if it weren't for his interverted personality and the reporter.

He smiled lightly towards Jack's actions though, frowning lightly at the Reporter's response to him. She was confusing to say the least, a strong force that warranted caution and trust at the same time... He didn't place his trust in her though, not yet at least. He had to make certain that she was trustworthy after all... Besides that, he was unfamiliar with the image that appeared on screen, not giving it much of a second glance at first.

"Forgive me, my actions where not intended to cause conflict, Miss Reporter, Rita." he said apologetically, bowing lightly to them in turn before listening to the reporter's words. It seemed to make sense... Angels and all... But something bothered him. His mind flashed back to his meeting with Akumu; words filling his head as he came to a realization... This question could answer something for him... Maybe for the others as well...

He looked up at the reporter, tilting his to the side lightly before speaking. "... Miss Reporter, who do you serve? Philemon or Nyarlathotep?" he asked curiously. If he was right... This should make things easier or incredibly harder. He didn't directly know what to expect the reporter to say and or do at his question, but he highly doubted the others would simply await the answer to his question. He simply took the time to slip his book back into his satchel and return his hand to his evoker, ready to pull it out in an instant need be.

Jack was.... pleased with the outcome of his minor confrontation with the strange girl in white. She seemed genuinely apologetic about the whole situation, and she said sorry to Nilo so... guess he can't hold it against her to much now can he... The reporters reaction however was very... drastic... She could have taken a head off with that thing! She should be careful what she lobs around. Long metal poles are dangerous after all. What she said did make sense however. Right now the last thing they should be doing is fighting amongst themselves, at least not without first understanding the situation better. They could in fight later when they knew who was on what side. Jack was sure Nilo was on his side, and Sharaku was obviously a force for... good?... The girl in white... Yet to be determined... but it's lookin good for her.

Jack would slightly lower his boken after the reporter responded to his question,"O-Oh... yeah that would make sense now that you mention it... BAH! What am I saying? Of course a true hero would come here! Gatta stop the problem at it's source!" Jack reignited his heroic soul and let out a hearty laugh. He was sure he did the right thing, no doubt about it! It was the Red Ranger's job to jump headfirst into danger!

"Well said Red Ranger..."

"AH!" Jack let out a small shout of pain as a voice rang deep withing him... the voice sounded so familiar... yet brand new. Like the voice of an old friend who moved far away, only to come back years later... the voice was... strong. Like a grand machine that churned for the betterment of all mankind... Yet peaceful in it's power... Jack liked it. He liked how the voice sounded... Sounded like... who he WANTED to be.

"G-Golem..." Jack lost his footing and fell to the ground, landing on his rear end. There he listened to the reporter's speech... however the majority of his focus was on something that had appeared in his hand... A rather large card with a stylized Chariot decorating the front. He smiled as he looked at it..."Well... It's about time..."

Jack sat and listened intently to the rest of the reporter's speech... he was careful to absorb every word. So this was a story about angels and gods huh? A big played out but hey, Jack could roll with it... These angel things have molded and guided humanity sense the beginning... and now this Thesis god wanted to take the world for herself and mold it in her own image... sounds bad... But at least Jack could finally put a name to the evil force threatening the world.

There was something that rubbed Jack the wrong way... and It seemed to affect Sharaku and the lady in white the same way.,"So let me get this straight..." Jack would jump to his feet and sling his boken over his shoulder,"You and yours have been shaping  the world sense the start... but now Thesis and her brother want to take the world for themselves... And you want us to help you reshape the world according to man's will before that can happen, and stop Thesis from awakening the world's creator... That's what I understood at least... But here's the problem... Say we help you... And you get to shape the world in accordance to mankind's 'Wishes'... What's stopping you from saying mankind truly wants to be subservient to an all powerful god? Sounds like we have to put a lot of faith in you without any fail safes... and that just seems... risky..."

The Reporter chuckled at Nilo. “We serve neither. Philemon and Nyarlathotep are Gods made by the natures of Man that came from both internal and external forces. You may think of them as the byproduct of our creation.” Once Rita called her bird, she would notice almost immediately that sometimes its movements lagged somewhat, as while it was supernatural in manner, it had a reaction to the nature of this Room, unlike those who naturally had supernatural affinities or the potential. It was nothing life-threatening, but it was subtle. She looked to both her and Sharaku for their concerns. “Retaining your humanity is a given. We are giving you the opportunity to change what your “humanity” is. Those with the potential have this choice, and many who are now seeing the events around the islands may want to join in themselves. You can refuse to participate, but like or not, this Event will continue, for your sake." She frowned as she looked at Sharaku and Rita. "If you bow out, then you lose an opportunity to change Humanity for the better. If nothing changes, then Thesis and Ananke shall unleash the World’s Creator, who will consume this world, and countless others. They have tried to for many years, but now, the lives of all are at risk. Were she to create in in her own image, your End in many forms would be spelled. I dread to think of what she plans.” She said looking in the eyes of each of them. She held her hand out, which seemed to be calling for the staff, as it flew from the floor back into her hand as she placed it straight up, keeping one hand on it.

“Jack, should you lack a trust in us, you are free to make your own Reason. The Angels each have their own that can you can join, however, you are Human, and Humans have autonomy. If you wish to make your own Reason for Humanity, you as a participant in this competition have that option. However, the Angels must still be found in the other worlds nonetheless. Soon the Corruption of those worlds shall begin if this is not ended, whether you are able to end the Primordials now, or in a millennia; if that time is even guaranteed.” She turned around and looked up at the darkness that overlooked the Sanctum that this Waiting Room was. This was beginning.

“I have said all I am allowed to say on the matter, I have already broken enough rules as it is trying to help you. You may return to this Room once the competition is nearing its end. I cannot say much more, and I understand this is overwhelming to you. Not trusting us immediately is understandable. Please, if you wish, make your peace with me if you must blame someone be it with words or otherwise, just kn-“ she paused as a ripple of small but noticeable shakes in the floor flew under the feet of both her and the four. In a silent room as this, it would not be easy to miss it. She looked ahead. “It seems someone is awakening in here. Originally I had thought you were the only ones with the power in here, but apparently in other reaches of the tower, someone is moving.” She was rather intrigued. Who would have all of the luck; good or bad to get caught in all of this? She remained silent, turning towards them, awaiting anything else.



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The Voice definitely listened to Katsuro’s reservations, taking it into account.




When the voice went silent again, an unseen force seemed to shoot straight for him, that would not assault him physically, however the act would cause ripples of pain to shoot through his head in the same way a normal underling of Chaos might feel, as he felt his Persona resurfacing within his mind. The unseen force that resembled the voice from earlier has given him a chance to reclaim the power he had forgotten all of this time. The power of Tainted Wu Kong was once again, his to control.

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