The Riders approach [Open, reaction only]

[Max Taggart]

Max watched the TV broadcast and crushed the coffee cu he was holding in the palm of his hand. He had found Candice in hiding the same day he rolled into the city and they were currently in a "safe house" of their own creation in an abandoned corner shop.

When Ma had found Candice she had been relatively ok considering, but right now she had fallen ill. She was running a massive fever and was sweating like crazy, coughing and spluttering all night and day whe she wasn't able to rest. Max was afraid she had become infected with whatever this Mantis guy had unleashed onto the world. However contagious she was, Max seemed fine. Perhaps his powers were keeping him immune to the disease to keep him in better fighting condition for the battles ahead. Hopefully, he would be able to find a cure, before he lost her forever. Right now she was Candice...tomorrow she could be one of the demons. Only time will tell.

She was asleep right now, so Max took the opportunity to nip out for supplies. He left the dingy little shop and took to the streets on the abandonned motorcycle he had commandeered for his own needs.

[Greg Cypress]

Greg grimaced. Seems he had gotten into the country just in time. He looked around himself - he'd taken up residence in a small pub-turned-safehouse - and noted the looks on peoples' faces. Fear, confusion, anger, all the emotions that people felt under oppression and terror were present. For a moment, he nearly let himself succumb to those same despairs. For a moment, he wanted to huddle with them and tell himself it was all going to be all right.

But it wasn't going to be all right. Not if the people who could fight instead ran and hid like children. He took in a deep breath and walked towards the door. His footsteps echoed through general silence as the civilians watched him go. A hand fell on his as he took the doorknob. He looked to its owner - a young boy, no more than 11 or 12.

"Mister, you can't go out there, it's dangerous!"

The boy's father spoke up.

"You're only going to get yourself killed. You saw that man on the telly, it's suicide!"

Greg smiled at the boy and his father, looked them each in the eye, and nodded.

"Maybe you're right. But someone's got to do something. A long time ago, a very smart, very brave man said something that I've kept with me since High School History class. 'All tyrrany needs to gain a foothold is for people of good conscience to remain silent.' I can't sit in here while a man unfit to rule takes power - not when I have the power to fight him."

"But how can you fight him?"

Greg smiled again, and pressed a special red button on his watch. Through a window that had broken soared his little friend, the Civil Servant, and he spoke that magical little word.

"Henshin!"

Transformed, he put his hand firmly on the man's shoulder.

"I can fight him like this. It's not the first time an American has gone up against a dictator, I doubt it'll be the last."

"But what can we do?"

He patted the boy on the head, and laughed a little.

"Stay safe, and when you see me on T.V., or hear about me on the radio, cheer for me, or pray for me. If there are others like me, cheer for them, and pray for them."

He looked at the television, upon which the image of an evil man was still emblazoned.

"Mantis, is it? Well, I hope he's expecting company."

With that, he saluted and was out the door. Next stop: Warfare.

[Arthur Ingram]

Arthur was a bit concerned. He wasn't concerned at the impending apocalypse more concerned that he wasn't concerned about it. But that was because he had these. He hadn't even known what a Kamen Rider was until a couple of months ago, then he found the the Hamlet trigger key in an antiques shop, the Benedick key in the stomach of a dragon monster, the Macbeth key had been sitting in an ancient temple and he'd taken out a man desperate to kill him to earn himself the Romeo key.

He smiled to himself. He could do this.

[Daiki Kaitou]

"Attack Ride - Invisible." Daiki slunk out with the case in hand before running away a good distance. He smirked and opened the wooden case and took out the knife inside. He unsheathed it and admired it - It was silver, tipped with diamond and had a real gold trim. There was a fine layer of ruby that coated the blade and precious paua studded the center.

In the chaos he had managed to take it he held up the card Ryotarou had given him. He waited a few precise seconds on his watch before sliding into a door.

"Call Kaisu, we'll need him for this." He instructed as he walked into the DenLiner. "Looks like we'll be leading a rebellion against Mantis, whoever he is." He hid the case behind his back and sat on one of the chairs. "Naomi, coffee." He requested and a few seconds later he had Ryotarou were drinking and planning a battle.

"I've got an idea..." Ryotarou said edgily. "From this world, there's a group of mercenaries... Riders, but mercenaries from the government. It's called the Cosmos Obital Space-Based Mechanical Overseer System."

"Sounds good. I'll take it there's more than one?" Daiki replied.

"There are five of them, one of them... One of them died recently. We could probably get them on our side." Ryotarou told him.

"Nice." Daiki said earnestly. There was a moment of silence.

"They're mercenaries, Daiki." Ryotarou said slowly. "Mercenaries."

"Yeah, so?" He shrugged. There was a few seconds of quiet when it sank it. "No way." He protested.

"How many things have you stolen? With about three of your treasures we could hire the whole team. For the greater good, Daiki." Ryotarou pressed on.

"Fine." He huffed. He could always steal them back la - Ryotarou was glaring at him.

"We're not going to cheat payment."

"Fine. I'll look for Kaisu."

[Thomas Reagan]

When the first reports came in, Thomas paid attention. With these new reports, he became interested far more.

Zombies, or something like that? Terror in his precious London? Of course he would go. Alone. And so he had, waiting to help where he could, fighting against the zombie creatures when he could. He had to help protect his beloved city.

[The Greeed]

"This is fun, isn't it?" Asshu smirked as Kizuna, on all fours, had his head pushed into the screen of a tv.

"Don't screw with me." He spat and an angry bird Greeed grabbed his hair and pushed him up, forcing his head to face his. "Don't ****ing screw with me." He panted before Asshu punched him in the gut. He doubled over and the Greeed threw him onto the ground.

"Uva didn't let you learn all those languages for nothing." Ankh growled.

"You know, all those people... We could create an army of Yummies with this." Mezool commented. "This could be quite helpful."

[Shirato Hayate]

Hayate and his team heard the latest broad cast and now moving out of the apartment to a bunker base at one of the VoltOpt with the help of the new Wild-Liner or better known as by the troops the Blaster Master. As they loaded the blaster master up Hayate could only think of one thing, Whoever that man was on the tv he is going to pay for this.

[The Greeed]

[Just thought I'd say, I'm still deciding between Ankh/Asshu, so I might alternate between the two a bit.]

About ten minutes later Mezool reclined on a large couch in an abandoned house, a navy curtain draped over it.

"I've got several nests set up." She yawned and she dunk her hand in a wooden bowl of Cell Medals. She consumed them lazily and Gamel was staring out a window. Ankh was leaning on a banister and looking down on his fellow Greeed.

"Those humans are screwed... Right, Kizuna?" He sneered to the Asian youth in the center of the room. He was chained to the ground by his arms and legs and slowly drowning in a pool of Cell Medals.

"You're so cruel." Mezool commented as she regenerated.

[They officially live in a small mansion while they're in Europe. As for how they revived and got Kizuna as a heavily abused prisoner, that'll happen in my other Greeed thread.]

[Suzie Miyazaki]

~Is this thread finished?~ Cross

[Kevin Williams]

+Yeah it is lol+