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kaizo jingu / “JK”, from kamen rider fourze. aff. and penned by lu! mobile navigation.

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takatorabatta‌:

well, guess he’s giving up that information after all. the feeling of danger pulses again, enough that eijis vision seems to change color for a second.

( purple? )

( he’s probably just imagining it. )

still, ignoring it, eiji sticks out a hand, trying to channel the sheer friendliness gentaro-san always seems to have whenever they meet.

“sorry, i didn’t introduce myself. eiji hino, or kamen rider ooo. it’s nice to meet you!”

…how dangerous are switches, though, to have to be kept safe in a driver? they seemed more technology-based than medals, but eiji has no idea when they were created or why.

“it’s just that…” eiji frowns, looking at the five medals again. “no one should have too many of these things. i don’t know if switches are the same, but…people lose control with too much power. destroying the world really only happens if thats their desire. to consume it all, or to watch it all end. i think losing control is much more dangerous, really…”

another pang in his chest. it’s fine!

        man, imagine seeing purple in your vision. jk could literally never, except if it was actually in the environment at the time.

        … moving on, however, jk never thinks about any violet hues! instead, he takes the other’s hand, a light, brief shake following to sate any desire for peace of mind. it helps on his end, too; jk’s pretty sure that if gentaro appeared behind him, he’d have a hell of a lot to say on the way he gained this… semblance of ‘friendship.’ really, he doesn’t need that sort of burden now or ever, so being nice now is probably for the better.

        “ That’s alright! I’m JK— ” he pronounces it as it is, jake, lets go of eiji’s hand, and mimicks the spelling of it through his hands before they fall back to his side— “ ally of Kamen Riders Fourze and Meteor, if you couldn’t already tell. ” yes, ryuusei will probably kick his ass for saying ally, but it isn’t as if he cares. the club basically is a group of allies to him, and it’s really his fault for revealing his identity. whatever— “ It’s great to meet you too, Mr. Hino! ”

        jk purses his lips as he hears the man out. he’s a little tempted to say, ‘that’s rough,’ but it… really, truly is. with an alibi and speech like that, too, the guy leans closer and closer to a genuine ally over an enemy, and so jk gives in and divulges the little he knows, some jest sprinkled in when he can. “ Well, some of the switches back home aren’t like that. I’d say there’s ones out there that are—there’s ones that others used so they could evolve into these super frightening monsters—but the ones Gentaro used didn’t do that at all. He’s one of the only ones that can use it, and I’m pretty sure a switch that makes a pogo stick isn’t gonna take over him and his desires as much as it’ll send him into space. ”

        still, though, jk can’t help but be a bit nervous over eiji’s words. there’s a short pause before he adds, more hesitantly than before, “ Are the medals supposed to be like that? The others and I haven’t seen another Kamen Rider like you in action; we wouldn’t know about anything besides what Fourze and Meteor do. ”

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takatorabatta‌:

the kid starts grinning, and eiji’s own smile falters a little. so kids really were getting caught up in dangerous stuff like that…high schoolers really don’t have concerns about their own safety, do they?

( gentaro-san, can’t you at least try to keep a secret…? )

but the fact that they both know gentaro makes it easy to try and divert the topic a little away from the driver. key word being try, but either way, eiji doesn’t think he’s getting out of this without mentioning ooo.  hopefully, gentaro’s friends are trustworthy.

“we’ve crossed paths a few times. he’s a good kid, and riders should help each other out. i try and help him whenever i see him.” and he was technically eiji’s successor, after all, even if eiji didn’t exactly know what was going on with him. “he’s saved me a few times, as well. i hope he hasn’t been through too much.”

eiji flicks open the medal holder as he processes jk’s words - they move so quickly, like he’s interrogating or investigating more than having a conversation. 

( which, after all, he could be…the fact that he’s a kid doesn’t stop him from being a little more shrewd than eiji gives him credit for. still, gentaro’s friend… )

eiji opts for being a little more cautious.

“well, it’s good to keep them in sight when they’re dangerous, you know. i don’t think we need anyone destroying the world again, after all.” he runs his fingers over the ridges of the tajador medals. “or for any heroes to go out of control.”

        totally unsurprising as it is that gentaro has met a stranger unknown to the rest of the kamen rider club, or even that he’s revealed that he’s fourze, jk listens to the stranger’s words and nods more to himself than the other, notes falling into place in his head.

        well, of course a guy like gentaro would save others first, ever the kind and friendly upperclassman he is. it’s that sort of thing that dips too far and too quick into naivete, and that sort of naivete that inclines into the ‘too much’ the man unfortunately wishes against—

        but, well, even if this guy is another one of those ‘legendary riders’ tomoko recalls, he isn’t spilling confidential information like that to him.

        “ He’s been doing fine! Especially with the help of his friends, y’know? ” jk laughs, a ‘like me’ particularly left out ( especially considering many of his past mistakes. ) “ Though, those words of yours make me wonder—how are you doing with that business? You know, as… what, Kamen Rider… ”

        he gestures with his hands to continue, because, of course, he doesn’t have that sort of knowledge.

        “ Oh, well, that makes sense! ” he ends up continuing, at least after a few seconds of silence on his part. “ Destroying the world. Kinda obviously bad. ” the ‘out of control,’ part, though? the last time that jk remembers an ‘out of control’ event, it was meteor doing something pretty shitty of his own will and control, so that part is in question. “ I mean, Gentaro kinda basically does that too. I don’t think anyone else can really use them to destroy the world. Except this one other guy, but he’d never. ”

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takatorabatta‌:

panic is exhausting. enough so that eiji’s pretty sure he’s had enough of it already, working on keeping the smile on his face as calm as possible.

the burning of danger lessens with the kid taking a step back, and eiji exhales slightly. he doesn’t know why he’s so on edge - most other kamen riders are fine, after all. even if the belt this kid is talking about isn’t a rider’s, it’s still -

- wait.

gentaro?

“gentaro?” eiji echoes. “gentaro kisaragi?” 

probably not the best plan to say an ally’s name out loud so easily. but if eiji’s wrong, he’s wrong, and he’ll just mention nothing about fourze. still, with the mention of those switches gentaro-san had been chasing after, it made sense…

( gentaro-san’s a kid as well, after all, and it’d make sense that other kids would get wrapped up in the mess that seems to surround every kamen rider. but something in eiji - and for once, it’s not the feeling of unease and danger - doesn’t like that. the idea of kids fighting, getting hurt. it seemed just a little bit too cruel. )

“i guess i store stuff as well. just…medals.”

eiji silently hopes that this kid doesn’t touch any of them. he doesn’t know if switches are as dangerous as cores, but it always seems to end up that way.

        jk pauses, standing straighter as he looks up at the guy. his face is blanker than it was before, eyes wider before he speaks.

        “ … Oh, nah, sorry. I’ve never heard of a Kisar— ” oh, man, no, he’s chuckling a little, he can’t keep this up. in delight and achievement his mouth curves into a wider grin, a hand drumming over his hip as he changes from faux ignorance.

        “ Man, Gentaro really gets around, huh?! ” jk’s almost tempted to spin around himself, but he doesn’t, eyes still focusing between the stranger and the belt that slowly seems less and less like a gift of fashion. “ Yeah, that’s exactly who I mean! Now, I know how I know him, but how do you happen to know him? ”

        hmm—medals don’t really sound like anything like switches do, but that’s just how they sound. jk decides to put a hold on any stronger assumptions there: if it’s like fourze’s driver, and is, in fact, the same, then that’s how this guy would manage to transform and fight, right? with the total lack of switches or activation he can think of that appears on a button, jk staves off any physical investigation—not like that would be a good idea anyways, considering how panicked the guy still seems. “ Hm—that’s interesting! I mean, I wouldn’t use a belt to store medals, but what can I say? I’m not the one who has to do something like, y’know, transform into some tall, legendary hero or villain set out to destroy the world, am I? ”

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ミ✧ // sc. // would you lend a hand, @nascentnolonger​​?

        oh, shoot, that’s bad! jk finds himself thinking, biting his lip and furrowing his brows—because, well, yeah, it’s true, and it just isn’t good. hooray for him for nearly getting his ass kicked in less than a week, he supposes!

        jk runs past the crowds and turns corners away from his pursuers, on and on until his breath catches and coughs as he reaches an alley. he’s not used to running, especially that long and that quick without tripping—yet, here he is, desperately using that to save his life since he’s ninety percent sure those guys back there had blades at the ready.

        he sighs and leans into the stone walls further, his back shivering from the cold of the shade. he can hear clamoring in the sun, as always occurs, but this time, it’s different; the voices of his pursuers seem to almost meld with the crowd, a contrast to the dual voices of the horoscopes and enemies back home. it makes him worry a little, and as he slides from the wall, he notices another sat within the alley. he’s no associate of those pursuers, jk wants to assume, but it still doesn’t feel right standing in broad… dayshadow like a sitting duck, so he isn’t taking any chances with a pleasant conversation.

        “ Ah, sorry about this, ” he turns to him and half-smiles, shoulders and hands raising next to his head as an end of his lips does. “ But would you happen to know where a good hiding spot is? You see, I’m kinda busy running from people who might kick my ass, but I think they’ll forget about it if they just don’t see me, y’know? ”

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ミ✧ // sc. // hey, @cosplaygoddess —!

        …ugh.

        another note ends in a fluorescent journal before its maw shuts tight. so far, jk sighs, tapping his shoe on the ground in disappointment, every effort he’s made at gathering worldbuilding information has turned up fruitless. in his irritation, jk turns from the view and crosses his arms. the journal barely clings to his fingers, nails holding on to what they can as he glances around his surroundings. he needs information— but how he can get it, at least the important type, and at what price—

        jk sighs again, and then pauses, his eyes trained towards the arc of a pen in another’s notebook. he looks up, looks further at the figure in the distance, and hums to himself, a spare finger tapping his forearm before he lets both arms drop to his sides.

      maybe—and that’s just a maybe, it’d only be a definitely if she’d been here for long and knew what the hell was going on—maybe this is what he’s looking for.

      “ Hey! ” is how he starts, waving his free hand as he jogs up next to the stranger. he keeps his distance—a lesson learned not so long ago— though he’s still pointedly gazing towards the book in one hand and the pen in another. “ You know, it’s pretty hard to get around this place in a few days. I mean, this place is just huge! ”

       “ Now, I’ve been looking for how to get around this place, and maybe if I can find a little more on it. That being said, I’m fairly new, and it’s pretty hard for a newbie like me, so I wonder: if you’ve got some notes in a book like that, do you think you could help out, share them with a friend? ”

[kaizojingu]

takatorabatta‌:

danger.

that’s the immediate gut reaction eiji gets, an incredibly sharp spike as if he’s been jumpscared.

which, in fact, he kinda has. this kid ( and it’s a kid, a high-schooler, why would a kid know anything about this? this certainly isn’t gentaro-san, either…even if it’s been some time since eiji saw him, he remembers fourze well enough ) is suddenly at his side, drawing too much attention to -

- the driver. he didn’t take the ooo driver off. it’s just been under his sweater, partially hidden - but evidently, not hidden enough.

danger. danger.

eiji puts on his best smile anyway, all dimples and freckles, nothing that could be seen as suspicious. a hand goes to his side, placed protectively over the small medal case - he’s only got the five medals, and he’d like to keep them.

wait, had the kid said something about a trend? recognizing it…?

“it’s nothing important like that! just a…gift. from a friend.” not entirely untrue. it was from ankh, technically. and eiji certainly considered it a gift. “haven’t really seen any others like it, though, so i don’t think it’s a trend or anything! just, you know. sentimental value?”

please stop asking him.

        “ From a friend, huh? ” an eyebrow raises, a smile quirks and masks jk’s confusion. “ Well, that’s a real coincidence—I think my friend got it as a gift, too! ”

        though, judging from the giver in mind, it was probably stolen.

        ( …okay, well, whatever! everyone makes a terrible moral decision a couple of times, right? plus, it worked out great in the end, so it’s fine. )

        jk glances from the afterimages of spikes and shocks to the hand moved over the belt. no movement of his own obviously betrays his observance of it, but jk still takes a step away. he’s far enough out of any physical boundaries, yet close enough to still talk and look over the guy and, quite unfortunately, still interrogate him.

        “ Really? Sheesh, I thought I was onto something there… ” he laughs. he looks down, placing his hands on his hips before he looks up and continues on. “ It must be helpful for storing things, though, right? I mean, I dunno what you have, but Gentaro’s always storing these pretty colorful switches in advance, so I wonder if it’s something like that? ”

        ( sure, maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned his name, but the guy reveals he’s fourze to everyone every day and still never gets caught in the news, so there’s really no point in hiding it to a stranger. )

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oh, yikes.

  Oh, this poor, naive dumbass kid.

  Ankh hasn’t exactly cared about keeping up a human appearance even when he was active in a city far more familiar than this one. Sure, it kept people from asking questions, but how many are going to approach him to question the strange arm that represents his true form and expect the honest answer?

  Or an answer at all, really. Ankh can already feel ‘buzz off’ sitting on the tip of his tongue.

  Being stalked by some kid isn’t new to him either. This one has less obvious malicious intent, so that’s a plus, but the fact it’s some human teenager ramps up his annoyance about it all. Ankh listens as JK tries to talk his way out of this situation, human hand in his back pocket and posture relaxed.

  Looking like someone this kid knows… odd. Ankh raises an eyebrow, incredulous of the excuse while expecting nothing more. 

  … What’s the point of existing again if not to fuck with some people he meets that want to be a thorn in his side? Similar styles wouldn’t draw this kid to follow him for so long alone when speaking up would’ve solved the problem within minutes and they could’ve gone their separate paths.

  A smirk crosses his face as an idea spawns. With the ultimatum for them to split off, Ankh cants his head and raises his arm. Fingers splay for a moment before he holds up one taloned finger, taking a single step forward.

  “ Sure. We can forget about this all if you do me one small favor. ”

        perhaps he should have expected this; after all, being caught by one’s target isn’t any good, both in general and for him. jk’s hands, still tinted by the light of the moon, lift with his shoulders once more before lowering.

        this—well, this is disappointing. if the world had just been in his favor, jk would either be hiding in the shadows for information, sneaking off with it all intact and clean, or running off without a debt on his shoulders. yet, here he is: caught in an act with what could be the worst possible person and an irritating decision to make.

        a finger twirls a strand of loose hair as he squints, a frown forming with every passing second. there’s no point if nobody knows him, if his appearance can easily change with a swap of clothes or otherwise, but… sheesh, is that really worth the hassle? he bites his lip and holds his hair taut, taps his foot once, taps it twice, and waits a second longer in case the other calls the favor off.

        he doesn’t.

        ( well, that’s fine. he’s always operated on a policy of “give and take,” anyways, hasn’t he? this isn’t anything new. )

        “ Oh? And what might that be? ”

        ( … still, he can’t help but be nervous. nothing goes well when things don’t go to plan. )

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        “ …You know, maybe I should wear heels more often. ”

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ミ✧ // sc. // by any chance, @takatorabatta​…

        hm. hm…

        nah, this has gotta just be a coincidence. or, maybe it’s a lucky guess! the last time that jk decided to check if someone had any connection to the incidents back home, nothing good came out of it. ( hell, now he’ll need to find a job, especially with any plans he has in mind. )

        still, something tells him that it wouldn’t hurt to be more bothersome yet.

        and so he does exactly that: be a bother. loose as the possible connection could be in his head, jk pushes himself from the base of the tree he’s leant up against, walk turning into a light jog before he leaps to the man’s side.

        “ Well, would you look at that! ” he grins, tucking away his (unfortunately new) phone before gesturing towards the other’s garments. “ That’s a pretty weird belt, isn’t it? I mean, one of my friends’ve got something kinda like it, ‘storage for unusual stuff’-wise, so I can’t say much, but did that turn into some sort of trend? Color me surprised! ”

        faux shock briefly washes over his face as a hand falls over his chest. “ So when’d this sort of stuff become popular, anyways? ”

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okay, let’s get this started!!! please like this post if you’d like a starter from jk!!! it’s currently uncapped . please note he’s a bit of a nosy/curious fool at many points so he may be like that during the thread but i’ll never let him go overboard!

[kaizojingu]

KAIZO JINGU // JK ; KAMEN RIDER FOURZE !!

god he’s a fool.

informant/party kid/(former) radio host of amanogawa high!!

kamen rider fourze was a ride let’s Never see 2-4 friends die again

has operated a mech before and breakdanced fighting in it????

has actually breakdanced to duel or escape combat??????

he’s a pretty good dancer, photographer, and informant. anything else is uh. no

at least when he fails he has good clothes and good hair and no this is Good fashion

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ミ✧ // @aviancored​, you’re—

        oh. ohh.

        ( kaizo jingu, you are so screwed. )

        jk’s hands link and twirl as fouettes do behind his back. he rocks between his heels and the balls of his feet, inclining when he rolls over the latter and tipping near too far back when he leans over the former. a thin smile reaches as far as it can go, failing to reach the borders of his eyes but pulling attention from any sweat that might be forming on his forehead.

        it’s sudden, then, but the situation itself is a little sudden, and a little dire: jk stands up straight, one leg further in front of the other as he pushes from the heel of its boot and splays his hands and shoulders up and out in a shrug. every crease and hill on his palms reflects under the pale moonlight, narrowly missing the shadows of the bamboo stalks around them.

        he hopes that that’s enough to start throwing the guy off.

        “ Ah, sorry about that! I was just thinking you looked like someone back home, and I had to see for myself—” he laughs, tinny and curt, before continuing, “—but I guess you’re not. Sorry for the inconvenience! ”

        ( well, it’s arguably more of an inconvenience to him than this guy. he reminds him a lot of what happened back home, what with that Quite Convincing Glove he has over one hand. considering the guy even lives a house away, he’s not taking chances. maybe he’ll do that if a friend jumps into the fray.

                                                      … maybe. )

        “ So, what do you say? Why don’t we just forget this all happened tonight and go on our separate ways, huh? ”

[isolaradiale]

hi !!!! without prior reserve i’d like to app kaizo jingu / JK from kamen rider fourze! his app can be found under /app or through the lollipop icon -> app. thanks!!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Kaizo!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 256.

You’ll retain the ability to be from a kamen rider series?

– mod altair.

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@aviancored

…who are you, again?

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heya, isu !! ミ✧