thelegion | AUDIO: Whoops.

[Whoops. That'd been a thing for a while.

His voice snaps onto the omnicomm, filled with good humor. Jason's still not comfortable with the omnicomm's video function, especially since he's still having to dot his face with anti-fungal cream.]

I'm gonna start this off with a warning. Doublecheck to be sure that the mail you're opening is actually yours. I had to figure that out when I accidentally picked up something meant for Brainiac 5. The good news is that I'm now out of quarantine and the med techs are pretty sure I'm not going to grow any more mushrooms.

Thanks, guys. I don't know if I can look at a pizza the same way again, though.

[He'd spent most of the past few weeks trying to learn the Interlac alphabet on his own, without the earpieces translating for him. Might keep those mix-ups from happening again.

His voice takes on a wry tone, almost apologetic.]

So it sounds like I missed some action and a few new romances. Sorry about that, gang. For the new guys I missed, hey. I'm Jason, from Angel Grove, California, and I don't really do anything exciting. Nice to meet you all.

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There's no clearing any path in Darkroot. Even if you do try to clear out some of the more dangerous inhabitants, there are so many of them that sooner or later more will take their place. You're better off just fighting to defend yourself, if necessary. Besides, there's something of a covenant of warriors residing in the woods whose charge is to protect the forest and its inhabitants. Relatively pleasant folk, but they made for troublesome opponents when angered, so I prefer to leave things be.

[They were also led by a talking cat. Lordran is weird.]

I only had business in the forest a handful of times, mostly to retrieve items necessary for my quest, but once I ended up being pulled back through time to save an acquaintance of mine, in a time when it was a kingdom known as Oolacile.

It just sounds like trouble to me, but I guess you're the expert.

[Well, that didn't sound as good as it did in his head.]

I guess if someone feels that strongly about protecting them, though, there's really not worth clashing over.

[He's really beginning to figure that this guy's not from Astoria Park. If he hadn't been who he was, this would've all seemed ridiculous. But then, there's also the whole 'We accidentally dragged you into the future! AND ANOTHER UNIVERSE!' thing.]

What were you trying to do? On your quest, I mean. It sounds pretty big if you're dealing with time travel and mushroom monsters.

It is...uh...fairly complicated.

[He tried explaining it to some of the medical staff when he first woke up. Most of them looked at him like he was insane.]

I suppose the short version would be such: Many years ago, I became Undead, and was sent to the Northern Undead Asylum along with many like myself. Eventually another Undead from Astora freed me, and told me of an ancient prophecy his family held. That an Undead who makes his way to the ancient land of Lordran might be Chosen, and find a way to end the curse of Undeath.

[He sighed slightly.]

The truth was much more complicated than that. Suffice to say, despite listening to those damned, toothy serpents and completing my quest, the curse still remains. It's been...two or three centuries since then, I suppose. Time flows strangely in Lordran, so it is hard to tell.

Oh.

[Man, everyone here had a way of making his problems seem smaller. It was kind of humbling.

The Undead thing was pretty weird, but hey. He'd seen that movie about the immortal swordsmen. This guy seemed pretty normal, so they probably weren't looking at a guy being like an evil mummy or something.]

Man, I'm not even sure what to say to that. But you finished it, even if you didn't get what you want, right? You're not worried about it just hanging while you're here?

I suppose it's a concern, but there's little to be done for the moment. If things have worsened by the time I hopefully return, I will simply look into dealing with it again. There's not much else to do for it.

[Alexander's brand of nihilism was of the more pragmatic variety. He spent less time worrying about why the world was cruel and more time trying to deal with it.]

But enough about myself. I'm interested in learning about my fellow Legionnaires. What of your world, and this land of Angel Grove you mention?

I guess that's a pretty healthy way to look at it. Me, I just hope my parents haven't freaked out too much.

[Jason does worry a bit. When he's not busy being amazed at the future.]

Man. Uh. I'm not really sure how to talk about it, you know? We're pretty normal, but this place is way more advanced than anything back home. I mean, we're not as big as San Diego or anything, but we're still pretty big. I guess about the only way we really stand out are the monster attacks, and the Power Rangers take care of those pretty quickly.

[Jason Lee Scott. World's worst tour guide.]

[That's okay, Jason. It's not like Alexander gave the most thorough walk through of his world. I mean, he didn't even mention the baby skeletons or the murderclams.]

'Power Rangers'? These are warriors of your realm, I presume? By their name, they sound like they might be outriders or scouts of some sort.

[The title was still odd, though. It would be like calling someone 'STRENGTH FIGHTER' or something along those lines.]

Warriors? Yeah, I guess so. Hoo...

[He exhales and wonders where to get started on this whole thing. Might as well go as far as he's allowed.]

So. There's this evil witch that lives on the moon named Rita Repulsa. She'd been sealed away for... Somewhere around ten thousand years, I think? Anyway, she decided she wanted to conquer Earth, so she's been sending down monsters every few days for the past year or so.

The Power Rangers are the heroes who popped up to stop her. They undo her evil spells, kill her monsters, and just vanish afterwards. We don't really know who they are or how they do what they do, but we're glad to have them.

[You know, said out loud it kind of sounds silly.]

[He wouldn't comment on the name Rita Repulsa. One of his best friends used to be a sun-worshiping knight named Solaire.]

Only monsters? No foot troops, no cavalry? It doesn't sound like she's planned out her 'conquest' very well. Monsters and beasts wouldn't make very good occupation troops, I would imagine.

[Sure, they could stand around and guard places, but in his experience, monsters tended to kill everything that came their way, friend or foe.]

But at least it sounds like these Rangers have the situation well managed. Your land is lucky to have them.

Well, there's the Putty Patrol, but they don't really seem to slow the Rangers down that much. They're pretty stupid. The monsters are smarter.

[On his end of the audio line, Jason scratches his neck uncertainly. Was this getting too close? Maybe not. This was all stuff that was pretty much common knowledge back home.]

I guess she could be running things a little better, but I'm kinda glad she isn't.

I won't argue about the luck, though. We're all glad that they're around. I just wish they were more available to hang out with.

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