Wild Force drabbles
Huh. I'm making better progress on these than I thought. :)
Beautiful
(The Master’s Herald, Pt 1)
He’d never really noticed it before, Jindrax mused, but Toxica really was, well, attractive. He clamped down on the thought, because really, Toxica was his best friend and you weren’t supposed to think those kinds of things about your best friend. But it was true anyway. Toxica in the ninja clothes they were wearing, the black leather so different from her preferred style of dress, was completely different to the friend he was more familiar with. The outfit and hair streaming down her back made her look dangerous and it was the first time in months that he’d seen her without her veil.
Where he felt ridiculous in the costume, Toxica owned it. She was beautiful, wild and deadly and he pitied anyone who tried to take her on when they reached the Animarium.
Dependence
(Fishing for a Friend)
It was just a matter of time, she told herself firmly. She could feel his pain every time she tried to reach out and make contact, knowing that as long as Jindrax held the mirror, sooner or later she would reach him. The separation between them ate at her almost as much as it was at him and she needed to end that, needed to find a way back so they could be together again, because apart they weren’t much good.
When she finally got through it was a relief, seeing his face, hearing his voice, knowing that he would do whatever it took to bring her back… it took a huge weight off her mind. Jindrax would find a way to bring her back, no matter what it took. She was counting on him and she knew he wouldn’t let her down.
Smile
(Fishing for a Friend)
She was back, she was really back! Toxica was standing right in front of him and he held out his hands to her automatically. When she took them it was almost a relief, it was the final realisation that his best friend really was standing in front of him. Her hands were warm in his, holding on as tightly as he was and her smile was radiant behind her veil, lighting up her eyes.
Picking her up exuberantly, he swung her around until she laughingly smacked at his shoulder, demanding to be put down. He reluctantly obeyed, not entirely sure he wanted to let go just yet. One thing was for sure though, with Toxica back, everything was right with his world.
Change
(Fishing for a Friend)
Something needed to change. Well, not just something, but everything. All she and Jindrax had done since Master Org had seemingly returned was bow and scrape to him, giving up everything to serve him and all he’d repaid their loyalty with was betrayal. No matter which way they turned they found themselves betrayed and that was no longer acceptable. They needed to start looking out for themselves for a change, instead of humiliating themselves to further the plans of those who would ultimately turn on them.
And besides, they were Duke Orgs and not exactly powerless ones either. So what if their plans for the rangers had always resulted in failure at least they’d always survived, which was more than you could say for some of the other orgs that were supposedly more powerful. She ignored the faint whisper that told her that she hadn’t survived, that if it hadn’t been for Jindrax she’d still be trapped in the spirit world, because it simply proved her point. As long as they were together there was nothing she and Jindrax couldn’t do.
Beautiful
(The Master’s Herald, Pt 1)
He’d never really noticed it before, Jindrax mused, but Toxica really was, well, attractive. He clamped down on the thought, because really, Toxica was his best friend and you weren’t supposed to think those kinds of things about your best friend. But it was true anyway. Toxica in the ninja clothes they were wearing, the black leather so different from her preferred style of dress, was completely different to the friend he was more familiar with. The outfit and hair streaming down her back made her look dangerous and it was the first time in months that he’d seen her without her veil.
Where he felt ridiculous in the costume, Toxica owned it. She was beautiful, wild and deadly and he pitied anyone who tried to take her on when they reached the Animarium.
Dependence
(Fishing for a Friend)
It was just a matter of time, she told herself firmly. She could feel his pain every time she tried to reach out and make contact, knowing that as long as Jindrax held the mirror, sooner or later she would reach him. The separation between them ate at her almost as much as it was at him and she needed to end that, needed to find a way back so they could be together again, because apart they weren’t much good.
When she finally got through it was a relief, seeing his face, hearing his voice, knowing that he would do whatever it took to bring her back… it took a huge weight off her mind. Jindrax would find a way to bring her back, no matter what it took. She was counting on him and she knew he wouldn’t let her down.
Smile
(Fishing for a Friend)
She was back, she was really back! Toxica was standing right in front of him and he held out his hands to her automatically. When she took them it was almost a relief, it was the final realisation that his best friend really was standing in front of him. Her hands were warm in his, holding on as tightly as he was and her smile was radiant behind her veil, lighting up her eyes.
Picking her up exuberantly, he swung her around until she laughingly smacked at his shoulder, demanding to be put down. He reluctantly obeyed, not entirely sure he wanted to let go just yet. One thing was for sure though, with Toxica back, everything was right with his world.
Change
(Fishing for a Friend)
Something needed to change. Well, not just something, but everything. All she and Jindrax had done since Master Org had seemingly returned was bow and scrape to him, giving up everything to serve him and all he’d repaid their loyalty with was betrayal. No matter which way they turned they found themselves betrayed and that was no longer acceptable. They needed to start looking out for themselves for a change, instead of humiliating themselves to further the plans of those who would ultimately turn on them.
And besides, they were Duke Orgs and not exactly powerless ones either. So what if their plans for the rangers had always resulted in failure at least they’d always survived, which was more than you could say for some of the other orgs that were supposedly more powerful. She ignored the faint whisper that told her that she hadn’t survived, that if it hadn’t been for Jindrax she’d still be trapped in the spirit world, because it simply proved her point. As long as they were together there was nothing she and Jindrax couldn’t do.