Mobilization of Mates (Gaelic Rangers)

[liam]

Normally a harder drinker than this, Liam nevertheless was limiting himself to this one pint of Guinness. He had to, and he was having to do a lot of self control these days. He was a power ranger now, charged with not only the protection of Dublin, but of the known universe as well. He couldn't bloody well do that if he was rip roaring drunk now could he? Not that he minded save the world of course, he was happy to finally be doing something worthwhile in his life, but his body was so used to ten, fifteen, even twenty pints a night! He was going to have to find a substitute, and soon.

He was currently in a corner of the bar that was owned by Louis,...their red ranger's family. Liam had never step foot in the place before that fateful night, but ever since then, he could not stay away, and it was not just because it was the favorite hangout of his fate ordained new best friends. The place was actually pretty decent, and he considered that he may have even become a regular even if he had not be thrust into the mantle of the green Gaelic ranger. He was sitting and waiting alone. The others had agreed to meet here at five in the evening, but Liam had gotten here a bit early. He had to collect his thoughts, he could never go into any discussion or battle without thinking first. If he had, he would make bad decisions and that was no good for anyone.

So he sat, and he waited. Soon enough, everyone would arrive and the planning would start. He just hoped he would survive it long enough to have another pint.

[tasha]

Cait slowly moved her way through Dublin, her home for eighteen years. Sure she liked to go home to the States, but there had changed. Here has well, ever since that night her and others had been called, she guessed was what it was called. She hated it. She did not let the other rangers know, but she did not want this. What hurt her most was she did not get a choice. She never did. She did not choose to move here, or if she wanted to be a ranger, to fall in love, to obey orders of her superiors. She wanted to run, then again that did not go so well the first time.

Walking into the bar, that was owned by Lewis, she stopped by the door. Every time, memories filled her mind about that night. The night she tried running away from. When the blue light flashed her to the command center, she had found the nearest door, after things where explained and she ran. Lewis was the one who found her about a mile away from that place… she shook her head, wanting to forget that night, but she knew it was not going to be easy, espically for her. *Stupid photographic memory* she thought wit ha sigh, making her way in there. The place looked dead, which was good, she guessed as they were to plan…well something. She saw Liam, the green Gaelic ranger, and made her way over to him.

“Liam,” she replied, nodding to him, “Nice to see you…again.” Other then Lewis and her sister, she hadn’t talked or interacted with the other rangers. Ever since that night, she didn’t want to, a part of her, still secretly frightened by all this.