Open Vulpinsula & Surroundings Power Rangers Avian Force

[Silvertongue Songfox]

Two thousand years ago, in the time even before the founding of the nation, five legendary relics known as Power Coins were forged, etched with the faces of those creatures most terrible and formidable: Avians. The strong eagle, the wise owl, the resourceful vulture, the passionate hawk, and the graceful falcon. Wielding these Power Coins would grant the holder amazing strength and agility. The Power Coins were thought to be lost to time, and eventually, they were forgotten about by most beasts, save for a secret order of monks dedicated to keeping their existence hidden from the world, their power too alluring to be known. It was by the will of these monks that these Power Coins did not fall into the wrong hands.

Two thousand years later, however, a wicked wizard known as William Wolfcarius was awoken from his slumber, and he descended upon the monastery in a fury. He effortlessly destroyed the ancient temple and massacred the monks in search of the Power Coins of legend. Only one elderly nun managed to escape against all odds, taking the Power Coins with her. The old, infirm fox hobbled as quickly as her aching bones would allow, escaping into the night as her home burned behind her. The time had come for the Power Coins to be used, and she needed to find heroes who would be worthy of wielding them.

"No!" William snarled, slamming his fist into a wall. "The Power Coins! They're gone! Gone!" The black wolf grabbed a table and threw it across the room.

"Gone! Gone! Gone!" William's minions, vile abominations of bird and machine known as Corvibots, chattered and mimicked their master.

"Shut up! You babbling buffoons! You foul, feathered freaks!" William snapped, looking around. "What are you morons standing around for? Go! Fly! Find the Power Coins! NNOOWWWWW!!"

The crow-headed monsters scattered, feathers flying as they scurried to carry out their master's order, scampering into the forest in pursuit of the Power Coins.

Meanwhile...

Bouillabaisse Harbour, also known as Bully Harbor, is the bustling heart of Vulpinsula, home to an impressive port, numerous government buildings, and financial and residential districts. One building of interest was the Bully Harbor Community Center. This impressive building has a gym, a pool, multiple meeting rooms, and hangout spots. It was a 'hip' and 'cool' place to be if you were a kid, and also offered summer jobs to teens and older beasts.

One of these beasts was a young adult fox dressed in a way one might call fashionable, but most others would call peculiar. He wore a bright pink shirt and purple pants, sporting an earring in his right ear. He was walking into the community center, and he headed over to the gymnasium, calling out to his group of friends gathered there. "Hi, guys!"

@SwifttailTheFox @Kaii Nashirou @Darragh Harper @FinnianBrightfur

 

[SwifttailTheFox]

One corner of the gym had been cleared for sparring, the mats pulled out and a pair of practice weapons resting nearby. Swifttail stood there rolling his shoulders loose, paws wrapped in simple cloth strips, his tail flicking with eager energy as he bounced lightly on his footpaws. Across from him, Darragh waited on the other side of the mat while Swift gave his arms one last stretch and shook them out.

The fox had that familiar bright grin on his muzzle, the sort that usually meant someone was about to get dragged into a bit of friendly competition.

Then Silvertongue’s voice carried across the gym.

Swifttail glanced over and lifted a paw in greeting.

"Oi, Silvie! Perfect timin’, mate. Darragh an’ I were just about t’ see who’s buyin’ drinks later."

@Silvertongue Songfox @Darragh Harper

 

[FinnianBrightfur]

"Your words are as empty as your soul! Foxkind ill needs a savior such as you!"

"What is a fox? A miserable little pile of secrets! But enough talk, have at you!" came a particularly cheesy voice from the television, which illuminated a younger todd sitting cross legged on the floor. He leaned into the TV with awe, jaw agape, and PlayStation controller clutched anxiously in his paws. The battle apparently took off, and Finn began mashing buttons in a manner entirely consistent with the action happening on the definitely not pre-recorded video game footage.

"Finny? Are you sitting too close to the television again?"

"What? No...!?" Finn protested, eyes still locked on the screen. With a poof, the television shut down. The screen collapsed into a single line, shrunk to a little white dot, and faded. Finn let out a shriek of protest.

"You know the rules, Finny!" said a particularly Karen-esque vixen in a bath robe. In one paw she held a curling iron, and in the other she held the power cord. "If you sit too close to the TV, then it's off for the day!" she lectured, waggling the power cord for emphasis.

"But maaahh it's the final boss!"

"Rules are rules, Finny! You'll hurt your eyes. Besides, it's a beautiful day outside! You should go play with your friends! Take your scooter down to the BHCC!"

"Awh, ooo-kaaayyy!" said Finn with reluctant resignation. He fetched his backpack from the couch, placed a ball cap backwards on his head, and snatched up his scooter from the wall. Quickly he darted out the door, but not before his mother stole a requisite kiss on the way out.

"Love you Finny! And dohn't be layte for dinnah!" she cried, waving him off. "Weyah doin' brussel sprouts and lah-sag-nuh tonight!"

"Love you too mahhh!" he called back, before making a slight gag at dinner prospects. Once outside, he tucked an earbud in his ear, and spun up a CD in his disc man. Taking to the streets, Finn scooted his way through the dense Vulpinsulan streets at break neck speed, barely ducking under a heavy glass pain two badgers were carrying across the street.

Finn glanced over his shoulder with an apologetic glance, and waved a paw. "Sssoooorrry!!!" he cried out. But distracted by barely avoiding one disaster, he failed to see the ramdom sheet of plywood laying precariously on top of a barrel. With no time to react, Finn (and his scooter) zoomed up the ramp, flew a short distance through the air, and splatted into the window of the BHCC right in front of Swifttail. "Hiii Swiff..." he said sheepishly, sliding down the glass with a squeeeeee.

 

[Darragh Harper]

Darragh Harper was exactly the kind of young stoat that benefited from the Community Centre. He had grown up on the wrong side of the tracks - constantly in and out of schools for pranks and fights, and getting into trouble with his older brother Breccan on a weekly basis. His mother was often absent, and his father apathetic. It would have been too easy for him to slip into the cracks. Darragh had budding talent in poetry, fierce passion for social issues, a spectacular imagination, and a big heart when it came to helping kits in the rough situations he himself had grown up in. The system could have crushed him into just another delinquent. Another statistic. Another symptom of a social disease.

Yet here he stood today, happy and with friends, bouncing energetically from one footpaw to the other on the training mat. He wore his brother’s faded-yellow and brown paw-me-down clothes, and the crumpled grey-blue whack-ball cap he wore backwards almost religiously. Now he was 18, nobeast could get him to cut his headfur, and it had started to grow into a truly impressive mullet. He caught nasty jabs about it from losers insecure in their own identities, but Darragh knew who he was better than most at his age. He was saving up for his first ear-piercing to express himself through his fashion even further (Silvie had been an inspiration, of course), but his long term financial goals had more to do with the stacks of motorbike magazines that littered his room.

It was all thanks to the BHCC giving him an outlet, a place to get away from indifferent parents, his spiraling out-of-control brother, and The Jack - in all the forms The Jack took, from cruel teachers to power-tripping Fogeys. It was where he’d made friends with the beasts most important to him.

“Wotcher, Silvie!” Darragh called with a grin, though his attention only momentarily left Swifttail. His black-tipped tail swished in excitement, and he let fly a few practice jabs at the air. “C’mon Swiftie, don’t get distracted by a pretty face, or I’ll have to put a new bruise on yours! Let’s see how you put manners on me!”

Darragh’s teasing expression transformed into a gape of surprise as a familiar foxkit smacked against the glass wall. It was not true to say Finny was like the little brother Darragh never had - he had plenty of little brothers. Yet it was Finny that Darragh felt closest to. Perhaps because it was because Darragh had had to step in and be a mother and father to his actual younger siblings, or because Breccan’s idea of brotherhood had been leading Darragh down a darker path. Finny, on the other paw, he could be a proper brother to… which included his fair share of ribbing.

“You need a new mixtape, li'l bro!” Darragh called with a grin. He’d only ever owned his brother’s battered old Walkbeast, and it seemed the stoat was unlikely to give up the reliability of magnetic tape any time soon. He held up one claw in a ‘wait’ gesture at Swifttail. “Hold that thought one moment!”

Darragh jogged out of the gym area, and soon was on the other side of the glass. He knew Finny would protest at being ‘helped’, but would no doubt sulk if nobeast came to check on him. It was the unwinnable dilemma of teenagers, one that Darragh could only resolve with a distraction.

“Perfect timin', Finny!” Darragh said, retrieving the foxkit’s scooter from where it had landed in a decorative bush. “I’m just about t'fight Swiftie over drinks. Get you a milkshake if I win, eh?”

The older members of the group of would be drinking something far more mature, of course. Crystal Cola. The soda sensation of the year that Darragh could definitely see becoming his favourite soft drink for many years to come.

 

[Mina Rose Brewer]

The cafeteria shutter at the side of the gym rattled open a few feet as a young vixen peeked out from under it, an apron on over her tank top and jeans, and a pot boiling on the cafeteria stovetop. She groaned as she saw the smear left on the glass window, pushing her headfur back behind her ear with a latex-gloved paw. "Did Finny hit the windah again? Ya know 'ey'll make me go ou' there an' clean it," Mina Rose Brewer complained, leaning over the counter.

 

[Herman Lasichin]

herman Lasichin was sitting in the corner of the cafe, his eyes fully focused on the screen in front of him. To the others it would have looked like he was all alone, but nothing could be further from the truth. He was connected over the internet to Lambda MOO, a text-based virtual reality server where he was in the emotion control room of 6X6Slypaw6X6 along with his friends who were similarly connected. Their communication consisted fully of tapping text on the keyboard and reading more text that would appear over time. If someone looked over the weasel's shoulder, they would have been a very disrespectful snoopy beast, but they would have also read this:

You say: "Hoi all I got a job"
Fretty's ears perk up.
Gillom says: "That's awesome like gates!"
6X6Slypaw6X6 muses: "Gates aren't actually that awesome I think..."
Gillom gets into 6X6Slypaw6X6's face and yells, "SHUT UP STUPID!!!"
6X6Slypaw6X6 whimpers.
You say: "It's this startup that does remote controlled flying stuff"
Fretty yells: "Get me in there!"
Gillom asks: "It's the bird thing right?"
You say: "yes"
You say: "Birds (r) us or some dumb name like that."
Dred makes everyone feel dread as he teleports into the room.
Fretty waves.
6X6Slypaw6X6 asks: "Is it the one with the musical ads?"
6X6Slypaw6X6 punches Dred square in the face!
Dred punches 6X6Slypaw6X6 square in the face!
... a bunch of fighting later...
You say: "So yeah, I am working for the company that has like musical bird ads"
Fretty says: "What kind of stuff they use?"
Dred says: "Their ads are so lame"
You say: "They didn't show me anything it was just onboarding"
Gillom says to Dred: "They are worse than lame"
You say: "I was told that the boss was going to set things right or something, don't know what that has to do with bird drones"
Gillom says: "My braindead family slurps them all up and have started singing along"
Gillom cries.
You hug Gillom.
Fretty hugs Gillom.
6X6Slypaw6X6 pulls Gillom into a foxpile.
You say: "Anyway you guys know that I'll just wreck all their infra and use it to play net doom"
Fretty says: "That's our Herman!"
You say: "And like reroute all helpdesk calls to /dev/null"
Dred says: "No send them to the CEO"
Gillom yells: "Yes!"
6X6Slypaw6X6 says: "No we need to prank call the helpdesk"
You say: "I don't want to mess with the ceo I think"
Dred says: "I think his snout needs to be roughed up a little so he would stop being so weird"
Fretty says: "Don't blame you he sounds like someone who would rip you apart for moving his rubber ducky the wrong way"
Gillom says: "And he's a wolf"
You say: "Yeah, I will need to be careful but I'll still try to cut as many corners as I can"
Dred says: "If he gives you problems just post on the bbs and we'll all come to rough that [censored by niceties] up|"
Fretty cheers in agreement.
You hug everyone in the room.
You say: "You guys are awesome".
​

 

[Kaii Nashirou]

Kaii was one beast most wouldn't expect at the community centre. Looking posh enough to be seen more as an owner of such place than somebeast working there, he nonetheless kept himself looking smart on each day. Wearing his usual shirt, waistcoat and suit pants combo. Kaii was coming from a rich family and he had means to not have to work by any means, but he was a philanthropist through and through, meaning he was not only heavily donating to places as such a good portion of his income, but also he was sparing all the time he could, to work for the center. Lab work was fun, but he felt more fulfilled working for the common beasts in more direct ways too.

Especially as it was the place where most of the beasts he held close could be found.

Today was no different than usual, right on the clock, Kaii stepped into the gym at the centre. His expression went from stoic as if made from stone to happy in an instant. "Good day to you all. I see you are as energetic as ever." He chuckled as he took in the sight of his friends before padding over to the cafeteria and giving Mina a gentle peck to her cheek. "And good day to you ma petite tulipe." He spoke and took her paw into his. before addressing her mood. "Which one of them goofs did upset you today?" He asked with dead serious glare, only broken by the playful wag of his tail as he turned towards the rest of the group.

 

[Silvertongue Songfox]

Silvertongue felt a warmth in his heart at the sight of all his friends, his community, brought together like this. He couldn't wipe the grin off his face if he tried. Once Darragh and Finnian walked over to the mat. "Well, Swifty, Darr. By all means, feel free to knock each other's lights out!" He teased.

"But, let's make this interesting. Loser buys drinks, but I'll buy dinner for whichever one of you is the winner!"

Silvertongue grinned, and he motioned for Finnian to join him. "Come on, Finny, watch with me! You might end up learning a boxing move or two!"

Turning as Kaii walked in, Silvertongue quickly hurried over to him. "Come on, Kaii! You're about to miss it! Swift and Darr are about to spar. Hey, that rhymed! Darr, spar. Anwyays! Loser is buying all of us drinks!"

 

[Mina Rose Brewer]

Mina Rose brightened up as her boyfriend came in, returning his affection with an enthusiastic hug*. As she pulled back, she gave a rueful glare at the window and the smear across it. "Finny. He left another smear righ' 'cross th' windah. Gonna have ta go ou' there wiv' a bottle ah Windex an' clear ih' off."

*For whatever reason, displays of affection in this universe tended toward the extremely chaste. Perhaps it was due to overzealous TV network censors, cowardice on the part of the writers, general lack of chemistry between the actors, or simply because the target audience were still at the age where they thought girls had cooties.

 

[SwifttailTheFox]

Swifttail had barely settled into the rhythm of it, rolling his shoulders loose and bouncing lightly on his paws across from Darragh, when chaos quite literally struck the window. His ears shot up at the sound, head snapping toward the glass just in time to see Finnian complete what could only be described as a perfectly executed collision.

For a heartbeat, Swift just stared… Then his muzzle split into a grin.

"Woah, Finny! Don’t take Sugar Rat’s lyrics too seriously now! It’s ‘I just wanna fly,’ mate, you ain’t s’posed t’ actually do it!"

He gave a quick laugh, tail flicking once behind him before he glanced back toward Darragh, reaching out to give him a light, friendly smack to the arm as the stoat started off.

"C’mon, Dar! Don’t go gettin’ distracted by a Finny face now!"

Still, he let him go without protest, shifting his weight back onto his heels as the moment reset itself.

A flicker of movement at the edge of his vision pulled his attention again, and Swift’s expression brightened immediately as Kaii stepped in. He lifted a paw in an easy wave, tail giving an eager wag in greeting, a soft giggle slipping out at the sight of his affection toward Mina, before his focus snapped back toward the mat as Silvertongue’s voice cut across the room.

Drinks for all from the loser.

Dinner for the winner.

Swifttail patted at the pockets of his red overalls, as if checking for coin that absolutely was not there.

"Aw, gates… better win then. I don’t have that sort o’ milkshake money…"

The grin came back just as quick, bright and sharp, as he rolled his shoulders once more and gave a small bounce on his paws, settling back into place as Darragh returned.

"Right then. Let’s try keep it cleaner than Finny’s entrance, yeah? Mina’ll have our hides if we break anythin’…"

 

[Kaii Nashirou]

In the meanwhile, Arima Nashirou, the (barely) younger sister of Kaii, was busy doing something she wasn’t too adept at. She was trying to for once follow and see what was her brother up to in his daily routine at the community centre. Being twins, the two of them were always inseparable. But since he got involved with the centre and as such had less time for Arima, she grew restless more and more. As such, right now, she sat at the table outside the centre, looking through the window and watching her brother being very gentlebeastly and happy. It was hard to see him enjoying life without her, but not yet to the point of reacting. She really had to know what he was actually doing in this place.