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Post by Hiro Seba on Jul 25, 2011 17:14:27 GMT
Mid-day in a sunny metropolis, the coastal portion of San Francisco. Hiro perched on the edge of a building, entirely conspicuous yet no one batting an eye at him. The weather, a bit chilly, though still tolerable. Cool breeze blowing by and kicking up his black jacket, snapping his fingers softly as he gazed down at the streets below. Picking a target, young male about twenty-two in a wheel chair. Slowly making his way down the street. The black glossy finish of Hiro's helmet locking on as his body began to follow. Walking from the edges of buildings as the young man made his way down the avenue. A strange sight, someone following another, yet no one average seemed to even notice still.
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Post by Peter Saint on Jul 25, 2011 19:02:39 GMT
Peter looked up from his nespaper, no nearby riders, noone following him, nothing to do. He sighed and folded it up, passing it to the old man who'd asked to see it.
He was sitting in a diner, eating apple pie and trying to alleviate boredom.
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Post by Hiro Seba on Jul 25, 2011 20:09:57 GMT
Hiro began to lose interest. Nothing fascinating happening. A simple man with simple ideas. How terribly boring. Jumping from the top of the building he was on at present, a diner as it happened. People walked by, staring at his mask as they would any other freak. Turning his head, looking into the window of the diner. Nothing interesting. All too terribly boring. DecaDriver strapped to his waist, however, not many would even understand what that meant.
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Post by The Hathaway Foundation on Jul 25, 2011 20:59:56 GMT
Peter finished his pie, cracked his knuckles and paid before turning to the door to see a man with an odd looking helmet over his entire face and a rider belt around his waist. Peter smirked, not even breaking pace as he walked out the door and followed the odd man.
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Post by Hiro Seba on Jul 25, 2011 21:17:12 GMT
His fingers dragging along the walls as he walked, slowly, ever so slowly. Painfully at that. In the middle of a large crowd one second, then turning toward an abandoned shipping yard the next. Knowing all too well he was being followed, Hiro just didn't care. One who observes an observes? A fool. One who is trapped. "Who stops to help? No one, I am stuck, be still if I fill it's ebb... and wonder if I am to beg... ew, a spider, eh?" The levels on his helmet moving up and down with his speech, back still turned to his pursuer. Turning around after a sufficient distance into the old, dust ridden and rust eaten warehouse. "To be not one man emanating is sad, I am the end of every species. The land, the killer and everything in between." Speaking still in soft prose, levels on his helmet moving with every word.
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Post by Peter Saint on Jul 25, 2011 21:23:27 GMT
Peter followed into the room and clapped slowly.
"Nice speech there," He smiled.
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Post by Hiro Seba on Jul 25, 2011 21:26:51 GMT
"My names is Ozymandias, the king of kings; look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair." Clapping his hands together in tandem with this stranger. "Gifted with words, such a thing does not matter. Though I can tell simply by the way you hang your shoulders that you intend to fight. I suppose watching someone like you would give me good data..." His helmet displaying it's colors, slowly, following his words.
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Post by Peter Saint on Jul 25, 2011 21:49:23 GMT
Peter pulled out his own belt and slowly clipped it round his waist. Slowly eyeing up the other rider as his helmet moved in time to his voice.
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Post by Hiro Seba on Jul 25, 2011 22:07:58 GMT
"Please don't bore me to tears with this..." Pulling a card out from his pocket and holding it up to his opponent. "Henshin." Sliding the card into the DecaDriver on his waist.
"Kamen Ride..." The belt expressed. Pressing the sides of the belt, locking the rider into place. "Decade!" The sounds of glitching technology filled the air as the symbol for Decade span out around him numerous times before enveloping him in light. Coming out of it in his transformed state.
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Post by Peter Saint on Jul 25, 2011 22:54:14 GMT
Peter nodded.
"Impressive, that'll make an excellent addition to my ... collection," He flipped open the little orb on his belt and white lightning danced over his body leaving the bulky armour in his wake. He clicked the cage closed and began walking.
"Decade? We're quite alike you and I ..." He said.
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Post by Hiro Seba on Jul 25, 2011 23:03:59 GMT
"Are we? Can't say that I recognize you." Standing still Hiro crossing his arms over his chest, tapping his foot slowly. "The water will recede and again return in a lucid way, begging to be drank, begging for decay." Snapping his fingers. "If you want to collect me you're going to need a better walk than that."
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Post by Dark Tsukasa on Jul 26, 2011 0:57:34 GMT
"If anyone's going to collect you, it'll be me." Tsukasa sneered as he walked out of a dimmensional wall, belt on his waist. He found himself atop a low building. "You're not quite me, but..."
"It's almost a mirror match, isn't it?" Tsukasa laughed as he inserted a single card.
"Kamen Ride : Decade! It announced as Tsukasa closed his belt in a fluid motion. Sillouettes of riders flew around him as his armour formed and Tsukasa jumped off the building as bars chased after him before slotting into his helmet.
"Destroyer of worlds... Kamen Rider, Decade!" He announced as he took out his Ride Booker.
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Post by Hiro Seba on Jul 26, 2011 1:05:16 GMT
"You have a catch-phrase? That is awfully cliche..." Turning away from Peter for a moment, toward the new rider. "Nice costume. I feel it is awfully familiar... we must shop at the same stores... sadly that getup alone won't be enough to defeat me. Really, the catch-phrase was quite nice though." Tapping his ridebooker slowly. "Is there a battle pose that you use with that as well?"
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Post by Dark Tsukasa on Jul 26, 2011 1:18:05 GMT
Tsukasa sneered as he readied his sword, running one hand across the blade.
"Don't try to talk your way out of battle - You're a rider... Every rider will die at my hands."
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Post by Hiro Seba on Jul 26, 2011 2:15:20 GMT
"Of course, you're welcome to try. Though I can't say for sure that I think you have the capability to defeat me. Sorry." Hiro still standing solid in the same position he was in. Not even moving his body an inch in any direction, still aware of his previous opponent and the uneasy nature of their standing. If he would rather collect him or this new wanna-be. The only certain thing was the uncertainty.
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