#haruto01

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@haruto-valvrave01​

     “Oi the poor looking one.”

     | Not in a cheery mood, intimidating would what best describe the current tone he’s wearing. He might be called a ‘prodigy’ in his own world, yet this title might belong to someone else in this town. An unfamiliar city that’s to be explored sooner or later, first of all this gunner need advice and details to be obtained. Like every game, a tutorial would most like be given to novice, no? |

     “I was given a piece of paper. Do you know how to head into this        apartment room?” 

Apartment room : Z-1

[watarukurenai]

♚ Are you Butting in?

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[ ✥ ]—— Wataru may have lost most of his strength, but it won't prevent him from placing himself between a woman and the thief who's been pulling at her purse, nearly dragging her to the ground. With a firm hold, he separates them. The ragged man spits curses at him before trying to throw a punch, which the rider manages to block it quickly in his palm. There's a counter punch, and this time it scores the hit, sending the thief sprawling to the ground.

      "I'm sorry, mister, but you're not getting any closer to her," he speaks softly, but the glare in his eyes is enough of a threat to raise the thief's hair up. "Please, leave now. I wouldn't like any other incidents."

      Smarter than anyone would give him credit for, the thief scrambles himself back to his feet and hurries off. Wataru's expression relaxes back into a smile as the woman showers him with gratitude. After she leaves, he then moves the fingers of his hand that just punched the thief, and winces a little. Damn, that hurt. The nerfing is worse than he thought.

      Just then, he catches sight of another man who'd been staring at the whole scene. Suddenly feeling self conscious, fragments of his past self still engraved in his system, he tries to speak politely.

      "Um... may I help you?"

[astroswitched]

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He had to wonder... Were any of his friends in this city? Well, time would tell, right? If the rest of the Kamen Rider Club made their way here, or even  other Kamen Riders, that would be great. But it was also great to meet new people! No sooner did the thought leave his mind, though, when he saw a familiar face.

That was-- Wizard, right? "Hey! Wizard! Wizaaaard!" Running over and waving his arms, Gentaro looked a little bit terrifying as he came towards the other rider.

"Oh, oh, d'you remember me? S'me, Fourze!"

[halfboiledheart-blog-blog]

C of Chance/Loss of an Item?! //@Haruto

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Shoutarou stepped out of a store, letting out an almost defeated sigh. He had browsed several shops already, but there were no hats that caught the detective’s fancy. A minus for this city, really. Now, it was not like he disliked the current hat he had on his head— it was the boss’s hat, and within it held memories, and a promise as well.

Sentimental as it was, he simply wished he had more options. The white of his boss’s hat matched well with everything he wore but change was never a bad thing. By this point, the detective had taken off the hat, staring at it, memories would cross his mind—his boss, the collection of hats he had at the office, though they were quickly disrupted. A strong gust of wind made Shoutarou lose grip of his hat— only to smack someone straight in the face.

Walking towards the person, slightly embarrassed, he says, "Ah- Sorry, that's... That's mine."

[sperorevoco]

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"Seems that way with a lot of things, doesn’t it?" He’d note, putting his hands in his jacket pockets. From what he could gather, it seemed that the gauntlet this young man was wearing seemed to be charged with some kinda magic. Weird; he’d never seen anything quite like that before. Judging from the look of it…it looked ancient, too.

"Still, sometimes the trouble ends up leading to a good payoff." At least, that’s what Nitoh would end up saying. He had a habit of repeating that “danger is opportunity” line. "I’d bet that gauntlet’s got plenty of mileage left in it, even if it just caused you to shoot yourself in the head."

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Ezreal nodded in agreement, looking down fondly at his amulet. "You got that right. I complain about it sometimes, but I wouldn't trade this thing for the world. Works like a charm, most of the time, even as old as it is. It has to be at least five centuries, considering the condition I found it in, but it's been hard to date it because these markings on the cuff aren't like anything else I've seen in Shiruma... I keep wondering if maybe it isn't from Shiruma at all, that maybe some other tribe passed through the desert at one point and left it behind, or--"

"--Sorry, I'm talking your ear off, aren't I?"