The Goat's Head Tavern {Open}

[Fallen Rangers]

Most people think Canada is sparkley and clean with the darker elements filtering into their neighbors to the South. Those people are wrong. From the frozen wastes where cannibalism wasn't unheard of, to the cutthroat Hollywood-lite of Vancouver and even a seedy little bar nestled in the midst of down town Toronto, evil still lurks.

Rumors about the nature of the strange bar with name upon it's front sign, just image of a severed abounded across town. Everything from drug running to human trafficking was thought to go on in it's lower floors of course the truth was much stranger.

A group of teenagers sit in a car parked in front of the bar looking at the grisly sign. One of them a young dark skinned girl clothed in yellow finally speaks up. "Seriously? Annuldrial wants us to go in there?"

"Yes, Harriet. There are demons in there and we got to kill them. I wish he told me it was a bar though so I could have brought my fake ID." A pale boy in red sighed as he looked longingly at the bar.

"Well you forgot it and the lot of you are all underage." The driver says pulling the keys from the ignition and passing them to the kid in red. "Wait here, if I'm not back in twenty minutes or you hear screaming go Demon and break your way in."

The driver gets out of the car and heads for the bar. Just barely of drinking age he gets a few looks for the regular patrons but no one says anything as he orders a beer and scans the other patrons looking for anything suspicious.

[Kenneth Frost]

Kenneth Frost was bored, he was sitting in some bar in Canada coming to the conclusion that he could make a better cocktail than the girl with about seventy piercings, the man covered head to toe in tattoos and the woman with more muscles than a heavyweight wrestler had just given him in his sleep.

He turned to the door as someone walked in, a young man, maybe ten years younger than him entered the room. He looked him up and down and then turned back to his drink. He noticed out of the corner of the room he was looking for someone. But who?

[Fallen Rangers]

The patrons didn't seem that out of the ordinary. Just your standard punks and riff-raff. Martain scans them all the same passing everything he sees on to Magog, the Fallen Angel riding shotgun in his frontal lobe.

"So where's spooky?" Martain mentally asks the demon.

"No spooky. No demon. No angel. Trench coat man not human though." Magog explains as per his limited ability.

"Why did I get stuck with the idiot?" He mutters as he moves over the bar towards Kennith.

"Hey, mister. I know you're not human, Angel or Demon. Can you tell me what you are so that I don't have to kill you just to be sure?"

[Kenneth Frost]

Kenneth looked the man up and down. After a few seconds he leaned against the bar and shook his head.
"I'm afraid I can't tell you that information unless you say the magic word ..." He said mockingly.

He turned back to his drink and took a sip of it (even though it was crap).

[Fallen Rangers]

Martain smirked, he was already hoping this guy wasn't in league with Hell and marked for a quick (if destructive) execution.

"Okay then. Would you please tell me what kind of freak you are so I don't have to turn into a demon myself and gut you like a pig?"

[Kenneth Frost]

Kenneth laughed, it was a sharp sound. He finished his drink, tossed it over the bar and wiped the remainder of his martini off on his sleeve.
"Demons. Don't. Exist." He said slowly "Look, kid, you're what? 16? 17? Probably trying out a fake ID? How about this, you go home with your friends outside," Jack could smell four other people on him well, three other people but one seemed to have two different scents, maybe a pair of twins? "And we can just forget we ever met? Okay kiddo?"

[Fallen Rangers]

If only that were true, life would be so much easier for Martain. "Nineteen, and I'd love to get out of this glorified urinal but I got a job to do."

In his brief experience though Martain had found that demons tend to have an ego. They wouldn't deny that they exist even to save their own hide. As such he moves back down the bar to give Kennith some space. He's not human but he's not on the hit list.

That isn't the end of Kennith's troubles tonight as the overly peirced bar maid makes her way over to him.

"Was that kid bothering you?" she asks with a slight smirk, you can tell she was looking for an excuse to through the kid out.

***

Meanwhile outside the others are still waiting in the car.

"Has it been twenty minutes yet?" Penny asked struggling to keep her eyes open as the musty car heater and the boredom drive her to sleep.

"Ten more minutes. Frankly I'm amazed he didn't just start smashing stuff the moment he walked in there." Alan shrugged.

[Kenneth Frost]

Kenneth smiled at the woman, the two were on the same wavelength.
"I'm a barman myself, I've been told I'm very good at throwing people out," He pointed at Martain "May I? I promise I won't break anything that isn't on his body,"

[Fallen Rangers]

"Be my guest." The woman says with a dark smile.

"What'd he want with you anyways?"

[Kenneth Frost]

"Something about a demon, I dunno," Kenneth said with a shrug "He's either not right in the head or some religious weirdo,"

Kenneth got up, grabbed Martain by the shoulder, turned him around and then glared at him. A hazy image of the goat orphnoch appeared over his face and he growled menacingly as he threw Martain Lee out of the door and into the floor. Kenneth stood in the doorway smirking as it slowly closed.

[Fallen Rangers]

Martain flies back through the air and smahes through the wooden door. The bar maid smirks. "Can't imagine why he'd think that."

He continues to fly until he smacks the side of his head against his car outside attracting the notice of the others. Alan gets out of the car first to check on the unconsious ranger. "Well that was unexpected. Time to suit up."

The other climb out of the car and draw the demonic crystals from their pockets.

"Red Fallen Power!"
"Blue Fallen Power!"
"Yellow Fallen Power!"
"Pink Fallen Power!"

Before Kennith and the other bar patrons the teenagers jam the crystal into their left wrists as they shout their transformation phrase. Instead of blood multicoloured flame shoots out from the wounds and comsumes their bodies leaving behind four multicolored spandex clad warriors.

"Annuldrial - The Infernal Auditor!"
"Leviathan - Beast of the Deep!"
"Hastur- The King in Yellow!"
"Persopine - Princess of the Pit!"

The warriors all exclaim as they strike a team pose. "Which one of you tossed out our friend?"

The bar maid continues to smirk as all the other patrons point at Kennith. It would seem that perhaps the kid wasn't completely crazy after all.

[Kenneth Frost]

Kenneth raised his left hand hand, trying his best to look sincere.
"Sorry, that would've been me," He said, his right hand in his jacket pocket. "Would you like me to phone an ambulance? I have my phone right here," He walked towards the rangers and took the psyga phone out of his pocket, flipped it open and dialled in 3-1-5 before pushing ENTER and closing the phone.

STANDING BY!
He pulled his jacket apart to reveal his belt and then placed his phone into the rest of the psyga gear. The photon blood that fuelled his armour flowed all around him and then flashed to reveal him in his armour. He waited for a few seconds and then nodded his head at the fallen ranger who had ... well, fallen.

"It's your turn," He told them.

[Fallen Rangers]

"You're not a demon. What are you?" Harriet, the yellow ranger asked starring at the Rider in front of herself and the rest of the team.

"Doesn't matter what he is. He's going down, no one messes with the Fallen Rangers." Alan says defiantly calling forth more of that red glowing flame into his hands, the stench of brimestone fills the small bar. He brings his hands together into a cupped shape and send the Hellfire towards the Rider.

[Kenneth Frost]

Kenneth walked towards the fire confident that his armour would protect him from the heat and th-
"Gah!" He cried, staggering backwards and staring up at the four individuals.

That had hurt! But according to his HUD it's temperature was well below the maximum heat his suit could take. He frowned and scanned them. No visible weaknesses ... or armour ... bone on their chest? ... what the Hell were they!?

He looked up at the yellow ranger.
"I could ask you the same question ..." He growled.

[Fallen Rangers]

"Please don't. Larry will..." The pink ranger begins to warn before the blue one interrupts.

"If Heaven will not defend humanity from the strife of it's war then it shall be tasked upon Man. Forsaken by both sides a pact shall be formed between rogue agents to protect the world. Man and Fallen united against the forces of Heaven and Hell. Angels and Demons alike quake in fear for we are the Fallen Rangers!" Stan Lee and Go Nagi together with a swimming pool of tequila couldn't have come up with a speech that overwrought and melodramatic.

"...Recite that speech. He practices that every night doesn't he?" The Pink Ranger sighs still keeping her eyes on Kennith.

"Yes he does. Whoever you are we don't have to fight. We have no quarrel with...well whatever you are." The Yellow Ranger says.