A - Onore Dikedo Destruction did not work that way. Tsukasa knew that in his bones that if anything was going to destroy his world, it would happen in blood and pain and the deepest betrayal. A dark figure spreading wings over the studio? The fall of darkness only to be pulled back by a kind voice wreathed in flames? No. If anything like that was to happen, he knew he would have fought. He was the Destroyer. All the rest were just mere irritants.
But still he was standing on a strange world dressed in clothing that was far too simplistic then any he had worn before. Kadoya Tsukasa looked up at a sky he never seen, the memory still fresh. He reached up, pressing his hands on his head and felt the ridges of old scars hidden under his hair. He pressed down, feeling the gray edges of broken fragments, of the boy-leader of monsters, the gentler but still deadly Rider, breathing hard through gritted teeth, then forced it back.
His world gone? No, the pieces were still with him and he was a master of pulling apart the worlds to bring them back to him.
Relaxing, he let his hands drop and looked around. There were a lot of people that reminded him of monsters he once knew but he ignored them in favor of following the call. Like other worlds he had been in, he didn't ignore it, even when the pull ended at the side of an egg. He spent a few moments of looking it, noticing the drift of others in the great cavern, of other people picking up eggs and leaving yet again. His mouth twist before he lifted it free of it's hollow, studying the white shell with the luminescent blue in the light. It reminded him of the metal that made his Driver and the smile that touched his features wasn't kind.
Pulling his tunic up to fashion a sling, he left the cavern and went in search of someone who could provide something a little better.
B - Upper/Lower Nuren Bartering with a grizzled wolf-faced man felt like coming home, though he was pretty sure that Dai-Shocker troops didn't have a wolf-type in them. Tsukasa came from the merchant richer then he had went in, especially given that most merchants were too tight-fisted to let go of their merchandise to let a stranger wander in and then wander out with a satchel of costly dyed leather. But Tsukasa was charming when he wanted to be, and while it wasn't his camera, it was still a familiar color and shape. The rest were just details.
Then he asked questions, and spent his time trying not to make any harsh comments at the responses, though some of it sounded familiar. Brought to a dying world to help save it certainly wasn't new, but he didn't want to point out the flaws in bringing someone like him to save a world. They should have grabbed Yuusuke or Natsumi, they knew what a hero should do. He wasn't anything like that, though he was smart enough to not say it in front of people.
He waited until he walked a few feet away before huffing, tapping his satchel's flap as he voiced his opinion.
"I think that the bird had a few too many drinks before grabbing me. Save a world..? Only if they want it to get destroyed first."
C - Evening He collected a few more tokens as the night progressed. The natives had sid there was going to be a touching display of magic and Tsukasa couldn't retain the look that crossed his face at the idea. So while others were watching the fireworks, he was making his way past them, keeping his gaze away from the flash of colored lights and forming designs in the night sky.
It was too much and not enough and he finally found a spot where he could close his eyes and press his forehead against a tree away from the lights and colors. The Rider Wars might have been years ago - time means nothing to someone who traveled between realities but he always kept count - but he knew of a war that was similar to the displays. The only saving grace of this display was the lack of the calling Drivers, the sharp hiss of electronic voices cutting over and under each other as attacks flashed and bodies flew. He allowed himself one more shuttering breath before forcing himself calm and headed for the nearest bar.
Tsukasa Kadoya didn't drink because of what he might do, but right now he needed one. Who knew, he might actually end up with some more useful information in the process.
D - wild card Open to all approaches is one leggy Kamen Rider with a bright pink magenta satchel swung over his shoulder wandering around the place.
Tsukasa Kadoya | Kamen Rider Decade | new
Destruction did not work that way. Tsukasa knew that in his bones that if anything was going to destroy his world, it would happen in blood and pain and the deepest betrayal. A dark figure spreading wings over the studio? The fall of darkness only to be pulled back by a kind voice wreathed in flames? No. If anything like that was to happen, he knew he would have fought. He was the Destroyer. All the rest were just mere irritants.
But still he was standing on a strange world dressed in clothing that was far too simplistic then any he had worn before. Kadoya Tsukasa looked up at a sky he never seen, the memory still fresh. He reached up, pressing his hands on his head and felt the ridges of old scars hidden under his hair. He pressed down, feeling the gray edges of broken fragments, of the boy-leader of monsters, the gentler but still deadly Rider, breathing hard through gritted teeth, then forced it back.
His world gone? No, the pieces were still with him and he was a master of pulling apart the worlds to bring them back to him.
Relaxing, he let his hands drop and looked around. There were a lot of people that reminded him of monsters he once knew but he ignored them in favor of following the call. Like other worlds he had been in, he didn't ignore it, even when the pull ended at the side of an egg. He spent a few moments of looking it, noticing the drift of others in the great cavern, of other people picking up eggs and leaving yet again. His mouth twist before he lifted it free of it's hollow, studying the white shell with the luminescent blue in the light. It reminded him of the metal that made his Driver and the smile that touched his features wasn't kind.
Pulling his tunic up to fashion a sling, he left the cavern and went in search of someone who could provide something a little better.
B - Upper/Lower Nuren
Bartering with a grizzled wolf-faced man felt like coming home, though he was pretty sure that Dai-Shocker troops didn't have a wolf-type in them. Tsukasa came from the merchant richer then he had went in, especially given that most merchants were too tight-fisted to let go of their merchandise to let a stranger wander in and then wander out with a satchel of costly dyed leather. But Tsukasa was charming when he wanted to be, and while it wasn't his camera, it was still a familiar color and shape. The rest were just details.
Then he asked questions, and spent his time trying not to make any harsh comments at the responses, though some of it sounded familiar. Brought to a dying world to help save it certainly wasn't new, but he didn't want to point out the flaws in bringing someone like him to save a world. They should have grabbed Yuusuke or Natsumi, they knew what a hero should do. He wasn't anything like that, though he was smart enough to not say it in front of people.
He waited until he walked a few feet away before huffing, tapping his satchel's flap as he voiced his opinion.
"I think that the bird had a few too many drinks before grabbing me. Save a world..? Only if they want it to get destroyed first."
C - Evening
He collected a few more tokens as the night progressed. The natives had sid there was going to be a touching display of magic and Tsukasa couldn't retain the look that crossed his face at the idea. So while others were watching the fireworks, he was making his way past them, keeping his gaze away from the flash of colored lights and forming designs in the night sky.
It was too much and not enough and he finally found a spot where he could close his eyes and press his forehead against a tree away from the lights and colors. The Rider Wars might have been years ago - time means nothing to someone who traveled between realities but he always kept count - but he knew of a war that was similar to the displays. The only saving grace of this display was the lack of the calling Drivers, the sharp hiss of electronic voices cutting over and under each other as attacks flashed and bodies flew. He allowed himself one more shuttering breath before forcing himself calm and headed for the nearest bar.
Tsukasa Kadoya didn't drink because of what he might do, but right now he needed one. Who knew, he might actually end up with some more useful information in the process.
D - wild card
Open to all approaches is one leggy Kamen Rider with a bright
pinkmagenta satchel swung over his shoulder wandering around the place.[ooc; open to all and will match formats!]