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I had been walking along a path in the reserve lost in thought, listening to my i Pod, when a song that had yodeling came on, and snapped my attention back to my surroundings.

"Huh?" I said pulling the i Pod out of my pocket, and looking down at the screen, "How did this get on here." Though clearly I was talking to myself because there was no other human in sight. Hitting skip on my i Pod I resolved that issue for the moment, or at least until I could get back to the manor and get rid of the song from my play list. Clearly one of my pets had been playing with my computer again.

Turning my attention back to my surroundings, I looked about trying to figure out where I had gotten too in the reserve. I had gone and gotten some watermelon earlier that day and was now bringing it to my otters that lived on the reserve, in particular the minis who seemed to find it a delightful snack.

But soon my attention was taken again as I looked down a path and found myself looking at a stray dog on the reserve. He wasn't too large but wasn't exactly small either, and from what I could tell from the looks of him, he was a German Shepard mix of some sort.

Kneeling down slowly I extended out a hand palm facing upward, and I whistled to him, "come here boy." But he didn't seem to move other then appear rather cautious whether to turn and flee in the other direction.

Standing up I slowly tried to approach. "It's ok..." I cooed at him but he only backed up with every step I would take, not letting less the 20 feet between the two of us.

Deciding that trying to approach him probably wasn't the best solution I walked over to a nearby tree and sat down in the shade. I then opened up my backpack and pulled out two bowls, the bag of watermelon and a bottle of water. Setting out the two bowls, I opened the bottle of water and poured half of its contents into one bowl, and then took out a few cubes of watermelon and placed them into the other.

I then leaned back and closed my eyes, relaxing my body I listened to the music that was playing and popped a piece of watermelon into my mouth. It was time to play the waiting game and see if the dog would finally come to me.

Eventually, as time passed, and by the time the third song came around I could hear lapping at the water in the bowl in front of me. Peeking my eyes open I saw the dog in front of me and I smiled. Slowing reaching out I was able to pet him, "see that's not so bad is it," I said as I watched him come over and lay at my side laying his head on my lap.

I sat there for a bit letting the dog get used to me before picking up my things and returning them to the backpack, and getting up. I waited and the dog stood up too and then we both headed off the reserve together, seemingly I had gotten myself another 'stray'.

The day was cold and gloomy, with the sun hidden away, while the ground was splattered with puddles from the fierce rain the night before. It was the kind of day where all anyone (sane) wanted to do was curl up under a warm thick blanket in front of a warm fire with hot cocoa and maybe some hot homemade soup or stew. And yet, being cooped up in a den with two boys was terribly boring.

It hadn't taken long for Kimberly to decide that in order to keep her sanity (she was sure she still had some left) she had to leave and find something to do. She had scouted for awhile--a faint pink blur hopping from tree to tree--but found nothing that needed a Power Ranger's attention. It was as she was heading back, taking a different route, that she had found the application table and the bin. She'd stared for a moment before laughing in amusement and deciding, why the hell not? She de-morphed and flipped down from the tree branch she had been standing on. She bent her knees, sticking the landing and grinning to herself--perfect. She walked towards the application, picking one up for Superhero Sidekicks and glancing over it. What odd questions, she quirked a brow, shaking her head and getting stuck on what her ideal superhero sidekick suit would look like. Suitably lost in her day dreaming, she didn't notice another come up to look at the forms.

There was no particular reason she was out. For once she wasn't avoiding the too-happy too-clueless jester, she wasn't sure she would go as far as to say she'd turn down the chance to strangle her but then the mere fact she wasn't fuming to do so was a large step. As it was, the applications had caught her attention--what (non-)respectable villain would want a sidekick? She walked forward, ignoring Starry-eyed Barbie, picking up a Supervillain Sidekick application and glancing over it. She snorted, maybe she'd give it Harley. She turned to leave at the same moment that Kimberly decided to head back, resulting in a collision of the two, both forms falling to the ground. Drops of rainwater smeared the ink and mud stained the paper as Kimberly picked both up in a panic.

"I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention!" she rushed to apologize.

"Really? I thought perhaps you enjoyed running into people like an idiot," Ivy muttered in retort. She rolled her eyes at the overzealous do-gooder, snatching one of the applications and giving a smile that looked rather evil. "At least you already have a name."

Kimberly's glower turned confused, "I do?"

"Klutzy Barbie," she tossed over her shoulder and sauntered off.

The brunette gaped trying to think of an insult or anything to say but nothing came to mind. By the time her mouth even seemed to work all she could do was blow out a breath and grumble about rude redheads. Deciding that if needed she'd introduce Miss Bad-Attitude to her 'Klutzy Barbie' Power Bow, she set off to fill in the application. It might be fun, if not mostly fictional.

A pencil in hand, Kimberly looked carefully over the smudged form. Name was easy enough, Kimberly Ann Hart. She tapped the eraser against her cheek as she considered what her sidekick name should be. She couldn't use the Pink Power Ranger. Hmm. What was a good sidekick name? She giggled, it was a silly thought but this was all for boredom relief. "Princess Pink!" she decided with humor. She easily jotted down her super powers, agility, flexibility, expert with a bow and arrows, sharp shooter, excellent fighter, great at improv. How many times had they had to improvise when it came to fighting? She'd used the playground as a balance beam and high bar, they'd used balls to distract their enemies, and a whole host of other things. The weaknesses, she almost fibbed on--she was a good deal less shallow and vain than she had been originally. The rest of the questions were fairly easy though she was confused on the last one. A few of the keywords were smudged and hidden by specks of mud.

"Your super--mm, must be superhero--your superhero gives you the option of which place to--rescue?" she gave her shoulders a shrug. It didn't entirely make sense but maybe it was a training exercise and the superhero was trying to improve her sense of logic. She snorted, her superhero better start a long, very friendly relationship with Billy then. Unless it consisted of plants, fashion, gymnastics, or boys her logic was full of faults and sometimes non-existent! It took a minute but she finally penciled in an answer, Why not both? Aging Scarecrows might be more rewarding, the emo might not care, which she figured was true. Wouldn't the emo simply expect not to be saved and thus if they were a bit late or had to send someone else, it wouldn't hurt their feelings? Possibly? She shrugged. It made sense to her.

Somewhere else, Ivy had sadly ended up with no one to give the form to. She reclined against one of plant's leaves and in boredom began to fill it out. She was being even less serious about it than Kimberly had been. After filling out her name, using the simple Ivy--plausible deniability after all--it all went down hill. She was after all a villain and to give herself a new name, it couldn't be some drab boring previously used one. It had to be unique--she was unique--and after scouring her mind for every last synonym for poison and ivy (and finding none that pleased her) she went a different route. Poison was deadly and she was--as life had shown her--beautiful. She cycled through words and synonyms before finally landing on something that meant something along the lines of Beautiful Damned. She'd come upon the later as a way to describe death. Pulchritudinous Infernal would be an extremely unique sidekick name, she thought with a wide grin (that bordered slightly on psychotic).

Ivy, in her opinion (which seemed to be toeing the line between confident and conceited), had a vast amount of strengths and very few weaknesses. There was hardly enough room to list all of her quote-unquote super powers and too much room to list the faux weaknesses. She sighed, jotting down a few strengths and deciding it was better to have surprises left over. Controlled toxicity, botany, intellect, seduction, not giving a damn--the latter really was important. As she filled in the only weaknesses she could think of (though it was hard to tell if she actually tried to think of any)--cold, plant-less areas...Antarctica? she scoffed. As if she would be caught dead on that dreary continent. She paused on the next question, it didn't strike her as odd because every criminal in Gotham seemed to get caught once (or multiple times) and what disgusting pile of bones wouldn't try to get the inmates to do their janitorial duties? A smile curved her lips, radioactivity, that would do the trick nicely.

A splash had obscured part of the next question, she could make out super and imagined it must be supervillain/supervillainess. Rather than take the question as it was--because honestly she wouldn't sidekick for any villain she knew--she considered if she had to sidekick for anyone, who would she choose. She laughed, green eyes lighting up at the sublime notion. Perhaps the world didn't consider him a villain, but she did. And being his quote-unquote reformed sidekick would present so many opportunities to kill him. She looked downright menacingly happy as she wrote down a name, Batman. She spent a good few minutes pondering over the glorious ideas of strangling, suffocating, beheading, and stabbing the big black Bat before idly moving onto the next field.

"Sidekick suit?" she arched a brow. There wasn't any real consequence or reasoning behind her answer, she simply had nothing in mind. Why wear anything? and if it would benefit her goals... She moved through the rest of the form without must thought, scoffing at the thought of Batman asking her to fetch a sandwich. Whether she was pretending to be reformed or not, she could still poison him. Men were so very stupid and she wouldn't put it pass him to forget. After choosing the only answer for a color (was there any doubt as to her preference?) she moved onto the last question and stared dumbfounded. What moron would attack someone with a banana? Ehh, she could think of a few, she grimaced. Surely the Bat could handle that, she thought as she scribbled in the last answer. She would have ripped it up if she wasn't a little curious to see what might come of it.

Sitting by the applications, Kimberly gave the form a once-over. She dropped it in the bin on the left as per the instructions. Another form dropped onto hers and she looked up to see the fiery redhead giving her a twisted smile before sauntering away. She rolled her eyes and left wondering exactly how much Zordon's rules mattered now. Was there really any harm in threatening that insulting redhead with her Power Bow? Really? She sighed, maybe she could run into her while morphed. Now that would be fun.

And perhaps it was for the best that neither realized that they'd each applied for the wrong position--even if it was all for wasting time.

Facebones had been pretending to be Captain Excelsior all week, and for the most part, Opheliac had been humoring her. But when Facebones presented her with an application to be her sidekick, she had to shake her head and laugh. It was adorable when minis took things so seriously!

Name: Opheliac
Your desired Sidekick name: Excelsi-girl
List your super powers: Flight! Fishing!
List your weaknesses: I'm horrible at enforcing bedtimes.
List weaknesses you may pretend to have to avoid having to clean a bathroom: I'm allergic to mops.
Which superhero/superheroine would you like to sidekick for: Captain Excelsior, obviously.
Describe your superhero sidekick suit: Well... I have to wear a costume? How about a black domino mask and a cape with a big E on it?
What is your battle cry: "Down with fire wizards!"
Describe your superhero hangout: Hm. I'd say it looks like our den, only with a bunch of streamers thrown around.
If your superhero requests that you make him/her a sandwich, what kind of sandwich would you make: Well, I think I'd make her a... what kind of sandwich do you like best? Herring? Well then, I'd make a herring sandwich.
Purple or green: Oh, purple obviously!
Describe how would you defend against an attack by an enemy wielding a banana: I'd take the banana away and scold him for making a mess!

However, what she didn't know was that Cuddles, the other female mini who lived with her, had recently become Dumbleydill the Fire Wizard! A most ferocious villain, to be sure. When she saw that her nemesis, Captain Excelsior, was getting a sidekick, she decided she must have one, too! Unfortunately for poor Seep, he was the only one in range.

Name: Seep
Your desired Sidekick name: ...Seep
List your super powers: I can put up with your bull$#!%!, for a start. I also have a healthy sense of realism.
List your weaknesses: I live with a crazy mini who thinks she's a fire wizard, when she KNOWS that all fire wizards are at least THREE TIMES as big as she is.
List weaknesses you're only pretending to have to lure people into a false sense of security before you lower the boom: "Sometimes I like to pretend I'm a lady"? Cuddles, why'd you fill this in for me?
Which supervillain/supervillianess would you like to sidekick for: "Dumbleydill the Fire Wizard" Again, I would like the jury to know that Cuddles filled this out, not me. If I got to pick, I'd pick Lex Luthor.
Describe your supervillain sidekick suit: Mmm, something sleek and black. With pinstriped pants. And a pocket square.
Describe your evil laugh: It's evil. It's totally, totally evil.
Describe your supervillain lair: "A cave in a volcano inside another volcano?" What the hell, Cuddles? Why'd you pick such a stupid lair? A cave in a volcano? We'd burn to death!
Your supervillain wants you to bring back some gelato for dessert. Which flavor do you bring: I bring back hazelnut gelato and then I eat it myself. Yum, yum.
Purple or green: Um. Green. Duh.
Your supervillain gives you the option of which place to rob; which do you pick and why - Dorothy's Home for Aging Scarecrows or Dorothy's School for the Profoundly Emo: Oh, that's easy. Dorothy's School for the Profoundly Emo. Everybody knows that emo kids still live with their parents and probably have access to their parents' money. Mo' money, mo' problems, and emo kids have ALL the problems. Therefore, they must have ALL the money and they won't fight back when you beat 'em up.