dancing in the velvet moon ♛

Momoko Aizawa. 22. Model. Kamen Rider. (Independent Kamen Rider OC blog.)

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((First-- aaaaaaah hiiiiiiii!! Resending an ask I sent last night cause I think it got eaten.)) Natsumi- transformed as Kiva-la - stared at her friend, who was also transformed. Though, given her recent actions, she wasn't so sure if she could call Momoko that any more. Her armor had seemed to become more twisted, vile, seemingly full of hatred ( and, most importantly, black)- a far departure from the Rider's usual pure, graceful form. "Momoko....why? Why would you do this?"

"Why, you ask…" An echo of her usual sweet voice, Dark Kiva-la’s voice sounded distorted by darkness. Even the Basshaa Rifle had become twisted by the Fangire’s energy seeping through it, held nonchalantly with one hand rather than gripped with the care of two. “Why not? It’s just repetitive, don’t you think?” An ominous chuckle rumbled beneath her mask. “Two Kiva-las…there only needs to be one, don’t you think?!”

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"She’ll what?!" Loudly exclaimed Natsumi. Momoko was the first person in a long time that she could truly call a best friend. Being around her actually made everything seem normal in a life that was anything but. "What can I do to help? How do I stop whatever’s happening?"

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When Momoko first became Kiva-la, her body could barely handle it, unaccustomed to the rush of Fangire blood taking over. Although it gave her so much more strength, unlocked so much more of her potential, it was also nearly overwhelming. Now, with her Fangire half completely dominating the peaceful human heart of Aizawa Momoko with darkness and hate, Kiva-la was ready for the worst. "I...I don't know," the bat confessed, with a sniffle.

"I won't go out like this...not yet!!" Momoko shouted, overcoming her temporary paralysis. Thick, thorned vines suddenly emerged and shot out from the palm of her hand, entwining the pesky little bat and pulling her back into her possession--and her control. "You pests...I'll exterminate every last one!"

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Fanning out (Open Toku RP)

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He had been afraid of that. They wouldn’t get very far if they couldn’t get a foot in Yggdrasil’s door. “I haven’t gotten much either,” Daiki began, signaling for a menu for himself. “The attitude around here seems to have shifted a bit since the last time I looked. Some of the locals are starting to look at the Beat Rider’s favorably again since that ceasefire group dance event they held the other day, though some group called Red Hot is still doing the best they can to drag their credibility down into the mud.” 

"As for the Inves, I’ve been hearing that attacks have been increasing for some reason…"

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Nodding grimly, the model in disguise pouted a bit, but a sip of delicious strawberry and banana goodness perked her right back up. Not only that; it gave her an idea. "Hey...we've been consulting with each other, but we've been acting on our own all this time, haven't we?" Pushing her smoothie toward him, she even turned the straw to offer him a sip. "It's like this smoothie! Strawberry and banana are fine on their own, but when they're blended together, they're even better, right?" Although it seemed like she was simply rambling, Momoko beamed, a realization having hit her. "Maybe if we combine our powers instead of splitting up, we'll have better results." An idea was brewing and she removed the glasses, fake lenses and all. "This 'Fujiko-chan' might not have enough connections to get to Yggdrasil, but Aizawa Momoko just might." Stroking her chin, already she was peering at him as an idea brewed in her mind. "And her young, charming agent, too."

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Fanning out (Open Toku RP)

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He kept fixing a cold glare on the red clad hooligans as they ran out of the cafe like whipped dogs. Finally, turning to Momoko, he gave a small smile and patted her shoulder. “Can’t seem to stay out of trouble, Mo- I mean, Fujiko-chan,” Daiki quickly corrected himself, almost having forgotten the alias he and Momoko had created for her as a freelance reporter from Fuuto. “Find anything out yet?” He asked in a soft whisper sitting down with her, leaning close to keep their conversation from being overheard.

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Momoko let out a good-humored sigh, the amusement still apparent in her features. "Trouble follows me more persistently than 'Momocchi''s fans." Huffing softly, she scooted back into her seat to take a sip of her smoothie. "I can't believe she has fans like that!" How disappointing! Maybe she'd have to show up without her wig and teach those boys a thing or two about chivalry--but that was a problem for another day. For now, she kept her voice as hushed as possible, with the atmosphere of the fruit bar returning to the relaxed nature it was meant to have.

In response to his question about the 'mission,' Momoko's shoulders drooped a bit, shaking her head. "Not much--unfortunately. I interviewed a few Beat Rider teams, and they were really happy to get some recognition, but...everyone seems to say the same thing about those Yggdrasil guys. All anyone seems to know is that they manufacture the Lockseeds used in the Inves Games. I tried to schedule an interview with one of the higher-ups at Yggdrasil, too, but they're apparently booked for months in advance. It's harder to interview them than anyone I know in the business!"

[treasure-hungry-rider]

Fanning out (Open Toku RP)

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  "Has anyone told you you look just like Momocchi?!” One of Drupers’ patrons had even taken to holding up a magazine cover with her face on it next to the disguised idol. With a short, brunette wig, red-framed glasses, and very plain office clothes compared to her normal fashion—she even took to dotting some freckles on her face with make-up magic!—Momoko pursed her lips, her disguise apparently still not very well executed in spite of the effort she’d put into it.

"I’m flattered, but please leave me alone." The Rider on a mission even attempted to change her voice, keeping it at a low, restrained whisper. She fit the part of a wallflower quite well, clearly discomforted by the men in red continuing to harass her as she sipped at her smoothie and avoided eye contact at all costs. 

As if that wasn’t enough to leave a bad taste in her mouth, just before the thief could reach the entrance, a man in a red vest and cap pulled backwards brushed past his shoulder from behind, glaring at him. “Watch where yer’ goin’, will ya’?” Not waiting for a response, he entered the restaurant to join the crowd around the disguised model with the rest of his little friends. “Hoooh? You guys weren’t kiddin’; she’s a dead ringer!” Leaning an arm on the table Momoko occupied, the apparent leader spoke with a grin: “How about comin’ with us, miss?”

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Daiki immediately spotted Momoko trapped amongst the small crowd of delinquents that surrounded her, his anger rising as the apparent leader of the group started harshly harassing her. Pushing his way past the other members of the group, he quickly grabbed the leader’s shoulder, spun him around and gave him a swift shove away with his foot.

"Oi! Can’t you tell when you’re not wanted, kid?" The Rider Thief growled, putting on his best ‘mess with me and I’ll kill you’ face. "Go take your shitty pick-up lines elsewhere and leave these nice patrons to their own business."

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Inhaling to keep herself composed, she was just readying to open her mouth to repeat herself when another voice spoke for her. A familiar one, and one that caused her heart to flutter instantly, the twinkle in her eyes unmistakably full of adoration for her 'savior.' "Daiki!" Rising from her seat immediately, she clung to his shoulder, half-hiding behind him.

The leader and his boys stumbled back, but the threat of the staff getting involved prevented the situation from escalating any further. Instead, the alpha of them scoffed, muttering while he made for the door: "She ain't even that cute anyway..."

Features contorting in irritation, Momoko pulled down the skin under her eye and stuck her tongue out at the lot on their ways out. "Jerks!" All before she turned her attention, and a bright smile, toward the thief, a fingertip nudging the frames of her glasses to adjust them a bit. "You have impeccable timing."

[treasure-hungry-rider]

Fanning out (Open Toku RP)

It had been three days since Daiki and Momoko arrived in Zawame City. Three days of splitting up, searching, asking questions and staking out various Yggdrasil related facilities. And three days of finding out next to nothing… The fourth day found the DiEnd Rider wandering around Zawame again, stopping people every now and then to ask if they had seen anything unusual or seen any Yggdrasil personnel in the area. 

"This is getting me no where fast…" He groaned after yet another unsuccessful interrogation, his hand running through his messy hair in exasperation. "Maybe a quick meal will get me some fresh ideas." With that he made his way to Drupers, unaware of the tailing pursuer he had acquired.

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"Has anyone told you you look just like Momocchi?!" One of Drupers' patrons had even taken to holding up a magazine cover with her face on it next to the disguised idol. With a short, brunette wig, red-framed glasses, and very plain office clothes compared to her normal fashion--she even took to dotting some freckles on her face with make-up magic!--Momoko pursed her lips, her disguise apparently still not very well executed in spite of the effort she'd put into it.

"I'm flattered, but please leave me alone." The Rider on a mission even attempted to change her voice, keeping it at a low, restrained whisper. She fit the part of a wallflower quite well, clearly discomforted by the men in red continuing to harass her as she sipped at her smoothie and avoided eye contact at all costs. 

As if that wasn't enough to leave a bad taste in her mouth, just before the thief could reach the entrance, a man in a red vest and cap pulled backwards brushed past his shoulder from behind, glaring at him. "Watch where yer' goin', will ya'?" Not waiting for a response, he entered the restaurant to join the crowd around the disguised model with the rest of his little friends. "Hoooh? You guys weren't kiddin'; she's a dead ringer!" Leaning an arm on the table Momoko occupied, the apparent leader spoke with a grin: "How about comin' with us, miss?"

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((First-- aaaaaaah hiiiiiiii!! Resending an ask I sent last night cause I think it got eaten.)) Natsumi- transformed as Kiva-la - stared at her friend, who was also transformed. Though, given her recent actions, she wasn't so sure if she could call Momoko that any more. Her armor had seemed to become more twisted, vile, seemingly full of hatred ( and, most importantly, black)- a far departure from the Rider's usual pure, graceful form. "Momoko....why? Why would you do this?"

"Why, you ask…" An echo of her usual sweet voice, Dark Kiva-la’s voice sounded distorted by darkness. Even the Basshaa Rifle had become twisted by the Fangire’s energy seeping through it, held nonchalantly with one hand rather than gripped with the care of two. “Why not? It’s just repetitive, don’t you think?” An ominous chuckle rumbled beneath her mask. “Two Kiva-las…there only needs to be one, don’t you think?!”

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Her eyes widening when Momoko leaned in and cackled, Natsumi tried to stand her ground. Despite her best efforts, the other was just too strong for her. Landing on the ground, Natsumi tried to scramble to her feet to prevent getting hit, but it seemed like the other had won. Closing her eyes and accepting bitter defeat, she waited for that last blow. But it never came. Opening one eye, she saw Kiva-la coming straight for her and caught the petite panicked Kivat-bat. “H-how…?”

"Ne, Fumomochii~! You forget we can end the transformation if we so please!" Looking up to her counterpart, Kiva-la made a worried sound. "It must be horrible!

"Kiva-la….I’m going to need some help. I mean….I can’t hurt her like this!"

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It wouldn't last; Kiva-la knew that for a fact. Yet it wasn't just that her partner had been forcefully removed from her transformed state, but she was frozen in place. "If you fight, then Momoko will...will..." The bat sighed anxiously. Either way, it certainly wasn't good, but with a worrisome glance back at the girl, she was already trying to regain control again. 'She' was a term used roughly--more accurately would be to call what was causing Momoko to act in such a way 'it.'

For now, she was fighting it. For now, Kiva-la had to enlist as much help as she could. "If she doesn't stop, her body won't be able to handle it; she'll die!!"

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One and a half Fangires (battyprincess)

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She shakes her head. “Oh not that. I’m her significant other’s kouhai. More like his successor. It’s a complicated story to tell you in such a little time, really.” Sora scratches her head, unsure of how to go on.

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"Oh! So your senpai is Kadoya-kun, then, huh?" Momoko had barely known the guy herself, but she certainly heard enough about him from Natsumi. Considering her own interest in a certain thief, Momoko was tickled by how small the world really was when it came to making so many common connections. "Well, I'd be willing to hear it!"

[battyprincess-blog]

((First-- aaaaaaah hiiiiiiii!! Resending an ask I sent last night cause I think it got eaten.)) Natsumi- transformed as Kiva-la - stared at her friend, who was also transformed. Though, given her recent actions, she wasn't so sure if she could call Momoko that any more. Her armor had seemed to become more twisted, vile, seemingly full of hatred ( and, most importantly, black)- a far departure from the Rider's usual pure, graceful form. "Momoko....why? Why would you do this?"

"Why, you ask…" An echo of her usual sweet voice, Dark Kiva-la’s voice sounded distorted by darkness. Even the Basshaa Rifle had become twisted by the Fangire’s energy seeping through it, held nonchalantly with one hand rather than gripped with the care of two. “Why not? It’s just repetitive, don’t you think?” An ominous chuckle rumbled beneath her mask. “Two Kiva-las…there only needs to be one, don’t you think?!”

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The two began a deadly dance, going back and forth. Unfortunately for Natsumi, this new corrupt form had seemed to enhance Momoko’s skills with a blade- so much so she was taking all the hits. After a while of this, she managed to counter and lock their blades together. Now face to face, it was in this moment she heard those hideous confessions of only the most vicious intent. It hurt. Momoko seemingly stumbling in by chance, looking for her lost partner; bringing gifts and sitting down for a bit of much needed girl talk- even that time her true, mutant blood reared it’s ugly head…..had it all been a lie? “Momoko…..” It didn’t help that her disarmingly sweet voice was hissing such harmful confessions- after all, her friend had such a pure heart that it seemed she could never hurt someone in such a way. Yet, here she was. Feeling tears well up, Natsumi couldn’t help but let them flow. “How could you….?”

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"You and that good-for-nothing thief, too! You think people like you would have even the slightest shard of significance to me?!" Taking advantage of the close proximity, Dark Kiva-la leaned in close across their locked swords and laughed in her friend's face. "'How could I'?" Pushing hard against her blade to shove the other girl back, Dark Kiva-la aimed to strike once again. "Easily!"

Yet before the edge of her blade could make impact with the other Rider, Dark Kiva-la froze. "Why?" Suddenly paralyzed, she just couldn't budge. The armor began to dissipate from her form, disappearing in red beams of light. Staring at her hands, the Momoko with eyes of stained glass shouted, shrill: "What the hell is going on?!"

Finally, Kiva-la had broken free. The little bat rushed away from her mistress, making impact with Natsumi's helmet. "Natsumi! Help her! You have to help Momoko!!" The Kivat wailed desperately, clinging as tightly as she could manage with so little grip from her wings.

"You..." The corrupted Momoko glared darkly at her partner. "What the hell did you do to me?!"

[petite-powerhouse-deactivated20]

Ask my muse questions about their relationship with another character.

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I LOVE THESE PLEASE

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One and a half Fangires (battyprincess)

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Shebows politely and smiles. “It’s nice to meet you too, Momoko-san. I’m Nobori Sora.” In her mind, she was still dreading the lecture but suddenly a thought popped up from her mind.

"Momoko?" Sora looks the lady up and down. "You’re a model, right? I’ve seen in you in a magazine a few time. Would you perhaps be Natsumi-san’s friend?"

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"Oh, that’s right!" It was always odd when people recognized her in the streets, in a way, but on the other hand, she was quite used to it, so introducing herself properly was refreshing. More than that, her brows rose in surprise when the girl mentioned Natsumi. Her face lighting up, Momoko nodded enthusiastically. "You know Natsumi-chan too?!"

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"Hai! Hikari Natsumi-san. She’s my senpai, in a way." She couldn’t help but smile and nod as she was right. She wasn’t meeting some random person. "Natsumi-san told me a little about you. How you helped her and all. Nothing specific though."

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"Ah, what a coincidence!" Momoko positively beamed. It was a small world indeed--yet already Momoko was piecing things together in her head. This girl's 'toy' and her acquaintance with Natsumi; could it be that Sora was also a Rider?! She'd have to keep her guard up. "She's your senpai, huh? Did you go to school together, or something like that? How nostalgic!"

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One and a half Fangires (battyprincess)

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Shebows politely and smiles. “It’s nice to meet you too, Momoko-san. I’m Nobori Sora.” In her mind, she was still dreading the lecture but suddenly a thought popped up from her mind.

"Momoko?" Sora looks the lady up and down. "You’re a model, right? I’ve seen in you in a magazine a few time. Would you perhaps be Natsumi-san’s friend?"

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"Oh, that's right!" It was always odd when people recognized her in the streets, in a way, but on the other hand, she was quite used to it, so introducing herself properly was refreshing. More than that, her brows rose in surprise when the girl mentioned Natsumi. Her face lighting up, Momoko nodded enthusiastically. "You know Natsumi-chan too?!"

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((First-- aaaaaaah hiiiiiiii!! Resending an ask I sent last night cause I think it got eaten.)) Natsumi- transformed as Kiva-la - stared at her friend, who was also transformed. Though, given her recent actions, she wasn't so sure if she could call Momoko that any more. Her armor had seemed to become more twisted, vile, seemingly full of hatred ( and, most importantly, black)- a far departure from the Rider's usual pure, graceful form. "Momoko....why? Why would you do this?"

"Why, you ask…" An echo of her usual sweet voice, Dark Kiva-la’s voice sounded distorted by darkness. Even the Basshaa Rifle had become twisted by the Fangire’s energy seeping through it, held nonchalantly with one hand rather than gripped with the care of two. “Why not? It’s just repetitive, don’t you think?” An ominous chuckle rumbled beneath her mask. “Two Kiva-las…there only needs to be one, don’t you think?!”

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Natsumi took the bashes, stumbling backwards each time. This wasn’t the Momoko she knew….it seemed that she was long gone. Her anger flaring up, Natsumi raised her rifle and fired a burst shot at point blank, then another. Swapping to the rapid fire mode, she began unloading on Momoko, the two fins on the rifle rapidly spinning as they compensated for all the recoil.

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Letting out a shout, Dark Kiva-la hissed and stumbled back. With a snap of her fingers, the Rifle was dismissed, her darkened sword with several thorns coiled around its handle appearing in its place. Slowly moving forward, she managed to block each shot fired after the initial few, chuckling lowly. “Yes, that’s right…hate me." Her voice was a purr, the friendly chiming it once produced long since unrecognizable. "I, who you called a friend! Hate me, and strike me down! Is that your justice, Hikari?!”

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Hesitating for a moment, Natsumi stopped firing, the fins on the rifle still whirring as the last of the recoil was dispersed. That left her wide open, however, and she found herself taking several licks from the twisted weapon and getting tossed back again. “I called you my friend! Then you became….this! You nearly destroyed my home…..” She shook her head again. Dismissing the Syren Rifle, her armor reverted to normal as she put a hand on her own rapier, which was still hanging from her belt. “Momoko….I don’t know what brought you down this path….” Drawing her blade, she steeled herself. “…..but I can’t just turn away and act like this will fix itself!” Charging, she swung several times.

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"I became this?" the illusion of her former friend guffawed at such words. "No, no, Natsumi-chan--you don't get it." Beneath her helmet, behind those hauntingly green compound eyes, Momoko had a sinister grin sprawled across her face. "This is what I always have been." No, this isn't me. Please, stop this! "I wanted you to believe that we were friends." Natsumi-chan...don't listen to me. In your heart, you know this isn't me at all, don't you?! "I wanted to see all of your weaknesses." I'm so sorry...you trusted me, and I... "I wanted you to trust me, so it would hurt even more when this day came." I was too weak...

She advanced slowly, far too collected for how much venom oozed from her sweet voice. "I brought myself down this path, you foolish girl; I walked here with my own two feet!" Snarling, the two Kiva-la's blades clashed, sparks bouncing off of steel with every collision.

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One and a half Fangires (battyprincess)

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Sora quickly grabs Sagarc and shoves him into her bag. She knew that she was going to be lectured by him letter but she knew that she had to do it. “It’s nothing. Just a toy. Pretty interesting, right?”

In her head, she could already imagine how he would start lecturing her and was dreading of going home. “Anyway, are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

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"A toy..." Eyes narrowing ever so slightly, it was barely noticeable, but Momoko couldn't help but it sounded like a familiar excuse. Unconsciously, she glanced down at her purse, where her own little bat partner was sleeping away. Slowly, she nodded. "Ah, technology is amazing nowadays! I wouldn't have known."

"I'm just fine, thank you!" Checking her phone's screen one last time, she let out a relieved sigh before tucking it into the front pocket of her handbag and smiling brightly. "I'm Momoko, by the way. It's nice to meet you."

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One and a half Fangires (battyprincess)

Sora walks home from work in the wee hours of the morning. Since there weren’t many people around, she skips instead of walking and sings a song she couldn’t get out of her head. “Baby, can you ride with me? Ride with me?” Sagarc was flying next to her complaining about how carefree she was and how inappropriate her new job was.

Trying to tune him out, she closes her eyes and runs forward, not realising that she had bumped into someone. ”Gomen, gomen! I wasn’t looking.” She offers her hand to the lady. 

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"Ah--!" Momoko had gotten caught up in reading a text message when suddenly, her form crashed with another's, her phone fumbling from her hands. With great agility, she stumbled, but managed to catch and recover it, holding it protectively to her chest before lifting her head.

"I'm just as much at fault; I wasn't looking where I was going, either." Spoken with a reassuring smile, Momoko quickly took notice of the strange...creature hovering around the stranger. Taken aback, she caught herself staring. "What...is that--?"

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((First-- aaaaaaah hiiiiiiii!! Resending an ask I sent last night cause I think it got eaten.)) Natsumi- transformed as Kiva-la - stared at her friend, who was also transformed. Though, given her recent actions, she wasn't so sure if she could call Momoko that any more. Her armor had seemed to become more twisted, vile, seemingly full of hatred ( and, most importantly, black)- a far departure from the Rider's usual pure, graceful form. "Momoko....why? Why would you do this?"

"Why, you ask…" An echo of her usual sweet voice, Dark Kiva-la’s voice sounded distorted by darkness. Even the Basshaa Rifle had become twisted by the Fangire’s energy seeping through it, held nonchalantly with one hand rather than gripped with the care of two. “Why not? It’s just repetitive, don’t you think?” An ominous chuckle rumbled beneath her mask. “Two Kiva-las…there only needs to be one, don’t you think?!”

[hikariphotography]

Natsumi took the bashes, stumbling backwards each time. This wasn’t the Momoko she knew….it seemed that she was long gone. Her anger flaring up, Natsumi raised her rifle and fired a burst shot at point blank, then another. Swapping to the rapid fire mode, she began unloading on Momoko, the two fins on the rifle rapidly spinning as they compensated for all the recoil.

[battyprincess-blog]

Letting out a shout, Dark Kiva-la hissed and stumbled back. With a snap of her fingers, the Rifle was dismissed, her darkened sword with several thorns coiled around its handle appearing in its place. Slowly moving forward, she managed to block each shot fired after the initial few, chuckling lowly. "Yes, that's right...hate me." Her voice was a purr, the friendly chiming it once produced long since unrecognizable. "I, who you called a friend! Hate me, and strike me down! Is that your justice, Hikari?!"

[battyprincess-blog]

((Getting some interesting threads going, but I'm off for the night! Will respond to those I owe asap! ♥))

[battyprincess-blog]

((First-- aaaaaaah hiiiiiiii!! Resending an ask I sent last night cause I think it got eaten.)) Natsumi- transformed as Kiva-la - stared at her friend, who was also transformed. Though, given her recent actions, she wasn't so sure if she could call Momoko that any more. Her armor had seemed to become more twisted, vile, seemingly full of hatred ( and, most importantly, black)- a far departure from the Rider's usual pure, graceful form. "Momoko....why? Why would you do this?"

"Why, you ask…" An echo of her usual sweet voice, Dark Kiva-la’s voice sounded distorted by darkness. Even the Basshaa Rifle had become twisted by the Fangire’s energy seeping through it, held nonchalantly with one hand rather than gripped with the care of two. “Why not? It’s just repetitive, don’t you think?” An ominous chuckle rumbled beneath her mask. “Two Kiva-las…there only needs to be one, don’t you think?!”

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Natsumi, who had managed to scrounge up a few arms monsters in response to Momoko going berserk, was currently also armed with a rifle- not quite Baasha, though. Rather, the Syren Rifle- not very different in execution, to be fair, but the helmet’s eyes had become green and her left arm had taken on the appearance of armor made to resemble something akin to the Creature from the Black Lagoon. The white had become a polished silver, making her look rather knightly. She shook her head. “Whatever happened to justice? Whatever happened to protecting people?” Readying her weapon, Natsumi frowned underneath her helmet. She didn’t want to do this. “I’m sorry it’s come to this….but I’m going to have to stop you.”

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"Justice...protecting people..."  Momoko scoffed. Soon enough, this scoff grew into a low giggle, and then advanced into mad, high-pitched laughter. "You think any of that garbage will get you anywhere?! In this world, it's survival of the fittest!!" Not waiting for the other girl to make the first move, Momoko reared back her black rifle and bashed Kiva-la's helmet, hard, with its stock. "You're pathetic! 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry'--if you wanna stop me, then you should've killed me already!" Another bash, merciless. "Do you even have the guts to do something like that?! You, who can't even accept the monster that you are! Embrace it! Until you do, you'll never stand a chance!"