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It be that time of year again. Been streaming and scribbling up requests over the weekends and this is what I have to show for it thus far!
Sequel posting required since I could not cram everything into the text box of a single post! This standalone contains the requested story for:
kingdead
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t-bone
PREVIOUS
Title: Ultra Mega Neo Turbo Alpha Multi Macro Extra Prefix Super Sentai Deluxe
For: KingDead
“I have to admit... I do admire the commitment to practical effects,” Toland hummed as he watched the movie set come to life. Rolling his shoulders, the towering white furred rat tossed his head side to side as he worked out the cricks in his neck.
“There's something, iunno, endearing about it? Authentic, even?” quipped the maned wolf suiting up alongside him. His long black furred fingers delicately smoothed out the colorful spandex and urethane wrapped around his ankles. With a grunt he slid on some plain colored boots and twiddled his toes in relief. “Huh. Never realized these breathed so well.”
“I mean they better,” Toland snorted as he gestured an oversized arm, one comprised of foam and rubber, at his lanky coworker. “We'll be in costume all day.”
Rolling his eyes, Rafa playfully nudged at his on-set nemesis before sliding on a fiberglass helmet. With a poff his ears slipped out of the padded openings carved atop it. “Be honest. How do I look?” Rising to his feet, the maned wolf leapt forward and whirled about in place. His armor, black and gold, glistened in the fading sunlight. Arms crossed about his chest in a X-shaped pattern his eyes twinkled to life beneath his reflective visor as a gentle breeze kicked up and sent his decadent cape fluttering behind him.
“Enjoying yourself?” Toland teased.
“That's not what I asked,” Rafa snarked. “...And maybe,” he shyly huffed.
With a grunt the rat pulled himself out of his chair and slapped at the maned wolf's back. “You look fine, Hurricane Orange.” Toland's cheeks puffed out at the sight, and sensation, of Rafa's tail wagging furiously behind him at the mention.
“Good! Good,” Rafa sighed in relief as he pat at his spandex clad chest. “What about you? You sure you're fine with your role? I know you were hoping for something a bit mooooore...” Teeth clenched, the maned wolf fumbled with his hands. “Um. Well.”
“I'm in the credits. I'm on screen. At least that's what I tell myself.” Toland said with a defeated shrug.
Rafa pat patted at the rat. “We're not going to let them pigeonhole you into the monster of the week. I promise!”
The rat couldn't help but smirk as he leaned into the pats. “Besides. Least my lines are easy enough to remember.” Brushing down the zipper that ran along his chest the vertically gifted rodent, who stood head and shoulders above the maned wolf, slipped on the last of his costume.
POP
Enveloped in foam and rubber the once humble and hunky rat had transformed into a dread and most terrifying beast. A spiny and reptilian monstrosity hailing from dimensions unknown. Hurricane Orange's latest, greatest, and most death defying foe yet... the Malevolent Megiddo! Toland, arms hanging limply at his sides, playfully menaced his costumed foe with a polite roar.
Gasping, Hurricane Orange jumped back and immediately adopted a fighting stance. A light rain came to pitter patter against the dread nemeses as discarded coffee cups and napkins fluttered past.
Snorts and giggles echoed from beneath Toland's monster mask. “Just make sure to save some of that enthusiasm for when the cameras are rolling, alright?”
BWIRRRRRRRRRR
Heart catching in their throats the duo jolted alive at the sounds of Macro March sirens howling overhead. Their clamorous din echoing raucously among the skyscrapers towering in the distance.
“Chop chop people!” Barked the director. A grizzled ursine, patches of gray dotting his chin and cheeks, furiously clapped his hands together. “Our contract stipulates, come rain or shine, we only have a day to work with here and I'm not about to let some inclement weather ruin our shoot! NOW MOVE!”
BRRRRRRRRRING
The clang and clamor of a bell rattled across the set. The stage had been set in record time! What few city blocks they had been able to cordon and block off well and truly looked like it had played host to a spectacular and city leveling brawl. Convincing cracks and fissures had been painted onto the windows lining the streets. Potholes and craters, or at least convincing optical illusions of them, had been plastered upon the roads.
Myriad stage hands, wiping their hands clean, milled about on the sidewalks behind the cameras. Stage lights flickered to life. Booms, swaying to and fro along the sides of nearby apartments and bodegas, stood at the ready with fans and hoses to set the ambiance. Drones whirred overhead to capture the action at every angle.
“That's our cue,” said Toland. Wrapping a puffy arm around Rafa's shoulder the aspiring actors moseyed on over towards the cameras.
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
Slouched forward in his chair, clawed fingers steepled, the brusque bear of a Director counted down the shoot. “Lights... camera... action!”
WHAP
The clapperboard slammed in place as the film started rolling. There, on the windswept streets of New Neo York, Hurricane Orange stood stalwart before the dimensional menace known only as the Malevolent Megiddo!
Arms tossed out at his sides, Toland menacingly lumbered forward while he let loose a guttural roar.
With a wag of his finger the Director pointed up towards the booms. On command the fans perched upon them flicked on and a billowing wind, one that nearly sent Rafa stumbling backwards, raced past the costumed hero.
“Not so fast, monster!” boomed Hurricane Orange. “Your dimensional dalliances end today!” Hand cupped against his chin, Rafa struck a dashing pose as a set of stage lights came to shine directly upon his visored helmet.
“ROARRRR!”
“Not one for banter, I see. Very well. If my words won't reach you then maybe my fists of fury will!” Whirling about in place Hurricane Orange donned his Gale Force Gauntlets. With a shing, and a sparkle, they crackled to life. In his hands, every swing, every blow would soon strike with the force of his namesake hurricane!
Head tossed back, Rafa knocked his knuckles together with a howl. His call to power, accentuated by the likeness of thunder via the flapping of aluminum sheets, and then by actual thunder, rang out loud and clear for the heavens to hear!
KRAKOOOOM
A crash of lightning, blinding in its terrifying splendor, split the sky itself as the Macro March storm swirling overhead seemed to indulged Rafa's command. With a roar of his own he rushed forward as did Toland.
Bouncing giddily in his seat the Director couldn't believe his luck. The sheer spectacle this storm had seen fit to shower him with was without compare! Rotating his hand about his wrist he eagerly motioned for the cameras to keep rolling.
As the streets filled with water, their every footfall sending puddles splashing up beside them, Rafa and Toland both pantomimed fast and furious fighting.
“You good?” Rafa whispered in between a flurry of blows that saw his fists slamming against the dread monster with a machine gun rat-a-tat.
“Rafa, I'm all but wearing insulation. You couldn't hurt me if you wanted to.”
“O-o-okay! Just wanted to be sure!”
Hurtling his fist forward, Hurricane Orange came to trade soft and cushioned blows with the Malevolent Megiddo. Finding himself evenly matched with this newfound foe the egotistical hero was forced to beat a tactical retreat, at least for the moment, as he back stepped to relative safety. A steady and oppressive rain beat down upon him, droplets of water streaking down his visor, while he gathered his thoughts.
The Malevolent Megiddo, hands thrumming along his scaly tummy, roared in a mocking and and biting manner.
Hackles raised, Hurricane Orange knocked his knuckles together to the tune of the thunder pealing overhead. He could not, would not, be defeated! His pride would not allow it! Holding an arm overhead, palm upturned to the sky, the masked maned wolf uttered his catchphrase. “Wild Instinct, AWAKEN!”
KRAKAKABOOOOOOOOOOOM
“Roar roar ROAAAAAR!”
Shouting at the top of their lungs, Hurricane Orange and Malevolent Megiddo hurtled themselves towards one another once more.
“Uhh... Sir?” A worried stage hand dared to ask.
With every step forward, the actors footfalls thoomed ever louder. In uneven fits and spurts the maned wolf and rat both surged up and out as the streets buckled and split beneath their feet. Their punches, thrown with playful intent, boomed and shattered windows as water droplets caught along the shock waves. As they delicately danced around one another their respectively leather and rubber clad heels knocked aside street signs and traffic lights with ease. Heads tilted back, the Super Sentai stage crew could only gawk as their star attractions stretched up into the sky itself.
“Don't you dare stop rolling!” Commanded the bear. “Drones! I want those drones sky high!”
Tussling about in place, and completely caught up in their roles, Rafa and Toland gently sent each other careening back into the building behind them. Hurricane Orange grunted as he was sent stumbling back into a skyscraper. Sheets of glass crumpled beneath his broad back, crashing to the sidewalks below with a cacophonous explosion, as he pulled himself out of building. Teeth bared he swung for the stars, safe in the knowledge Toland wouldn't feel a thing, as the costumed rat fell back into a row of derelict warehouses. There he skidded some city blocks, his head tonking to a halt against a mountain of metal, before coming to a halt. Arms crossed about his chest, and cape fluttering behind him, Hurricane Orange stood triumphant over his felled foe.
“ANNNND CUT!” Screamed the Director with unmitigated glee.
Tail drooping behind him, Rafa nervously stomped forward. His broad feet, as wide as a four lane street, sent plumes of smoke rising up around him with his every footfall. The maned wolf's spandex clad thighs scraped away the awnings and windows of any and every building unfortunate to be flanking him while his behemoth bulge, swinging side to side like a wrecking ball, blew out entire floors with ease. “Toland? You alright?” he asked as he extended a hand out towards the rat.
Grunting, Toland accepted the outstretched hand and stumbled to his feet. “Surprisingly... yeah? These are really well made,” he quipped to himself as he brushed himself off with nary a scratch to show for it. “Though... woof. These things get stuffy and fast!” Hands clasped against the side of his head the rat tugged his mask off with a gasp. Panting, he set the multi-story sized rubber mask atop a nearby department store. Its supports, though cracked and straining, mercifully held.
“Same,” Rafa gasped as he popped off his helmet. Fanning at himself, and tongue lolling out, the towering maned wolf slowly slid off his armor to catch a breath between takes. Toland, alongside him, unzipped his costume. A sauna like blast of air billowed out from the colossal coworkers as entire city blocks soon found their windows fogging up in the face of the half naked giants.
“Rafa! Toland!” screamed the Director. Panting, he motioned for them to give him a moment as he caught his breath.
Eyes gone wide, the maned wolf and rat exchanged nervous glances with each other when they recognized just who that strange blown blot at their feet was. Doing double, and triple, takes they yelped as they took in their unfamiliar set. And size.
“Y-y-yes, Sir?” Rafa meekly boomed.
“You two... are going to be the biggest names Super Sentai has ever seen! Good God, Toland, you'll be THE perfect cast for every Kaiju going forward.”
Brows furrowed, and tail wrapped self-consciously around his waist, the rampaging rat fumbled with his costume and tried to pull the zipper back up. “Wait wait wait wait wait a minute there! I'm not about to be-”
“And Rafa!” Stars in his eyes, the Director gestured towards his newest supersized superstar.
Tail tucked between his legs, the maned wolf laughed nervously as he found himself being side-eyed by the grumpy rat. “D-d-don't worry, Toland! At least you won't be pigeonholed into playing just the Kaijus. I-I-I'm sure you can get work as the Mechas too!”
PREVIOUS
Sequel posting required since I could not cram everything into the text box of a single post! This standalone contains the requested story for:
kingdead Thumbnail by
t-bonePREVIOUS
Title: Ultra Mega Neo Turbo Alpha Multi Macro Extra Prefix Super Sentai Deluxe
For: KingDead
“I have to admit... I do admire the commitment to practical effects,” Toland hummed as he watched the movie set come to life. Rolling his shoulders, the towering white furred rat tossed his head side to side as he worked out the cricks in his neck.
“There's something, iunno, endearing about it? Authentic, even?” quipped the maned wolf suiting up alongside him. His long black furred fingers delicately smoothed out the colorful spandex and urethane wrapped around his ankles. With a grunt he slid on some plain colored boots and twiddled his toes in relief. “Huh. Never realized these breathed so well.”
“I mean they better,” Toland snorted as he gestured an oversized arm, one comprised of foam and rubber, at his lanky coworker. “We'll be in costume all day.”
Rolling his eyes, Rafa playfully nudged at his on-set nemesis before sliding on a fiberglass helmet. With a poff his ears slipped out of the padded openings carved atop it. “Be honest. How do I look?” Rising to his feet, the maned wolf leapt forward and whirled about in place. His armor, black and gold, glistened in the fading sunlight. Arms crossed about his chest in a X-shaped pattern his eyes twinkled to life beneath his reflective visor as a gentle breeze kicked up and sent his decadent cape fluttering behind him.
“Enjoying yourself?” Toland teased.
“That's not what I asked,” Rafa snarked. “...And maybe,” he shyly huffed.
With a grunt the rat pulled himself out of his chair and slapped at the maned wolf's back. “You look fine, Hurricane Orange.” Toland's cheeks puffed out at the sight, and sensation, of Rafa's tail wagging furiously behind him at the mention.
“Good! Good,” Rafa sighed in relief as he pat at his spandex clad chest. “What about you? You sure you're fine with your role? I know you were hoping for something a bit mooooore...” Teeth clenched, the maned wolf fumbled with his hands. “Um. Well.”
“I'm in the credits. I'm on screen. At least that's what I tell myself.” Toland said with a defeated shrug.
Rafa pat patted at the rat. “We're not going to let them pigeonhole you into the monster of the week. I promise!”
The rat couldn't help but smirk as he leaned into the pats. “Besides. Least my lines are easy enough to remember.” Brushing down the zipper that ran along his chest the vertically gifted rodent, who stood head and shoulders above the maned wolf, slipped on the last of his costume.
POP
Enveloped in foam and rubber the once humble and hunky rat had transformed into a dread and most terrifying beast. A spiny and reptilian monstrosity hailing from dimensions unknown. Hurricane Orange's latest, greatest, and most death defying foe yet... the Malevolent Megiddo! Toland, arms hanging limply at his sides, playfully menaced his costumed foe with a polite roar.
Gasping, Hurricane Orange jumped back and immediately adopted a fighting stance. A light rain came to pitter patter against the dread nemeses as discarded coffee cups and napkins fluttered past.
Snorts and giggles echoed from beneath Toland's monster mask. “Just make sure to save some of that enthusiasm for when the cameras are rolling, alright?”
BWIRRRRRRRRRR
Heart catching in their throats the duo jolted alive at the sounds of Macro March sirens howling overhead. Their clamorous din echoing raucously among the skyscrapers towering in the distance.
“Chop chop people!” Barked the director. A grizzled ursine, patches of gray dotting his chin and cheeks, furiously clapped his hands together. “Our contract stipulates, come rain or shine, we only have a day to work with here and I'm not about to let some inclement weather ruin our shoot! NOW MOVE!”
BRRRRRRRRRING
The clang and clamor of a bell rattled across the set. The stage had been set in record time! What few city blocks they had been able to cordon and block off well and truly looked like it had played host to a spectacular and city leveling brawl. Convincing cracks and fissures had been painted onto the windows lining the streets. Potholes and craters, or at least convincing optical illusions of them, had been plastered upon the roads.
Myriad stage hands, wiping their hands clean, milled about on the sidewalks behind the cameras. Stage lights flickered to life. Booms, swaying to and fro along the sides of nearby apartments and bodegas, stood at the ready with fans and hoses to set the ambiance. Drones whirred overhead to capture the action at every angle.
“That's our cue,” said Toland. Wrapping a puffy arm around Rafa's shoulder the aspiring actors moseyed on over towards the cameras.
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
Slouched forward in his chair, clawed fingers steepled, the brusque bear of a Director counted down the shoot. “Lights... camera... action!”
WHAP
The clapperboard slammed in place as the film started rolling. There, on the windswept streets of New Neo York, Hurricane Orange stood stalwart before the dimensional menace known only as the Malevolent Megiddo!
Arms tossed out at his sides, Toland menacingly lumbered forward while he let loose a guttural roar.
With a wag of his finger the Director pointed up towards the booms. On command the fans perched upon them flicked on and a billowing wind, one that nearly sent Rafa stumbling backwards, raced past the costumed hero.
“Not so fast, monster!” boomed Hurricane Orange. “Your dimensional dalliances end today!” Hand cupped against his chin, Rafa struck a dashing pose as a set of stage lights came to shine directly upon his visored helmet.
“ROARRRR!”
“Not one for banter, I see. Very well. If my words won't reach you then maybe my fists of fury will!” Whirling about in place Hurricane Orange donned his Gale Force Gauntlets. With a shing, and a sparkle, they crackled to life. In his hands, every swing, every blow would soon strike with the force of his namesake hurricane!
Head tossed back, Rafa knocked his knuckles together with a howl. His call to power, accentuated by the likeness of thunder via the flapping of aluminum sheets, and then by actual thunder, rang out loud and clear for the heavens to hear!
KRAKOOOOM
A crash of lightning, blinding in its terrifying splendor, split the sky itself as the Macro March storm swirling overhead seemed to indulged Rafa's command. With a roar of his own he rushed forward as did Toland.
Bouncing giddily in his seat the Director couldn't believe his luck. The sheer spectacle this storm had seen fit to shower him with was without compare! Rotating his hand about his wrist he eagerly motioned for the cameras to keep rolling.
As the streets filled with water, their every footfall sending puddles splashing up beside them, Rafa and Toland both pantomimed fast and furious fighting.
“You good?” Rafa whispered in between a flurry of blows that saw his fists slamming against the dread monster with a machine gun rat-a-tat.
“Rafa, I'm all but wearing insulation. You couldn't hurt me if you wanted to.”
“O-o-okay! Just wanted to be sure!”
Hurtling his fist forward, Hurricane Orange came to trade soft and cushioned blows with the Malevolent Megiddo. Finding himself evenly matched with this newfound foe the egotistical hero was forced to beat a tactical retreat, at least for the moment, as he back stepped to relative safety. A steady and oppressive rain beat down upon him, droplets of water streaking down his visor, while he gathered his thoughts.
The Malevolent Megiddo, hands thrumming along his scaly tummy, roared in a mocking and and biting manner.
Hackles raised, Hurricane Orange knocked his knuckles together to the tune of the thunder pealing overhead. He could not, would not, be defeated! His pride would not allow it! Holding an arm overhead, palm upturned to the sky, the masked maned wolf uttered his catchphrase. “Wild Instinct, AWAKEN!”
KRAKAKABOOOOOOOOOOOM
“Roar roar ROAAAAAR!”
Shouting at the top of their lungs, Hurricane Orange and Malevolent Megiddo hurtled themselves towards one another once more.
“Uhh... Sir?” A worried stage hand dared to ask.
With every step forward, the actors footfalls thoomed ever louder. In uneven fits and spurts the maned wolf and rat both surged up and out as the streets buckled and split beneath their feet. Their punches, thrown with playful intent, boomed and shattered windows as water droplets caught along the shock waves. As they delicately danced around one another their respectively leather and rubber clad heels knocked aside street signs and traffic lights with ease. Heads tilted back, the Super Sentai stage crew could only gawk as their star attractions stretched up into the sky itself.
“Don't you dare stop rolling!” Commanded the bear. “Drones! I want those drones sky high!”
Tussling about in place, and completely caught up in their roles, Rafa and Toland gently sent each other careening back into the building behind them. Hurricane Orange grunted as he was sent stumbling back into a skyscraper. Sheets of glass crumpled beneath his broad back, crashing to the sidewalks below with a cacophonous explosion, as he pulled himself out of building. Teeth bared he swung for the stars, safe in the knowledge Toland wouldn't feel a thing, as the costumed rat fell back into a row of derelict warehouses. There he skidded some city blocks, his head tonking to a halt against a mountain of metal, before coming to a halt. Arms crossed about his chest, and cape fluttering behind him, Hurricane Orange stood triumphant over his felled foe.
“ANNNND CUT!” Screamed the Director with unmitigated glee.
Tail drooping behind him, Rafa nervously stomped forward. His broad feet, as wide as a four lane street, sent plumes of smoke rising up around him with his every footfall. The maned wolf's spandex clad thighs scraped away the awnings and windows of any and every building unfortunate to be flanking him while his behemoth bulge, swinging side to side like a wrecking ball, blew out entire floors with ease. “Toland? You alright?” he asked as he extended a hand out towards the rat.
Grunting, Toland accepted the outstretched hand and stumbled to his feet. “Surprisingly... yeah? These are really well made,” he quipped to himself as he brushed himself off with nary a scratch to show for it. “Though... woof. These things get stuffy and fast!” Hands clasped against the side of his head the rat tugged his mask off with a gasp. Panting, he set the multi-story sized rubber mask atop a nearby department store. Its supports, though cracked and straining, mercifully held.
“Same,” Rafa gasped as he popped off his helmet. Fanning at himself, and tongue lolling out, the towering maned wolf slowly slid off his armor to catch a breath between takes. Toland, alongside him, unzipped his costume. A sauna like blast of air billowed out from the colossal coworkers as entire city blocks soon found their windows fogging up in the face of the half naked giants.
“Rafa! Toland!” screamed the Director. Panting, he motioned for them to give him a moment as he caught his breath.
Eyes gone wide, the maned wolf and rat exchanged nervous glances with each other when they recognized just who that strange blown blot at their feet was. Doing double, and triple, takes they yelped as they took in their unfamiliar set. And size.
“Y-y-yes, Sir?” Rafa meekly boomed.
“You two... are going to be the biggest names Super Sentai has ever seen! Good God, Toland, you'll be THE perfect cast for every Kaiju going forward.”
Brows furrowed, and tail wrapped self-consciously around his waist, the rampaging rat fumbled with his costume and tried to pull the zipper back up. “Wait wait wait wait wait a minute there! I'm not about to be-”
“And Rafa!” Stars in his eyes, the Director gestured towards his newest supersized superstar.
Tail tucked between his legs, the maned wolf laughed nervously as he found himself being side-eyed by the grumpy rat. “D-d-don't worry, Toland! At least you won't be pigeonholed into playing just the Kaijus. I-I-I'm sure you can get work as the Mechas too!”
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