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Post by Darian Silas on Feb 3, 2013 23:13:15 GMT -5
Most Kamen Riders waited until trouble started to transform. Some didn't even transform right when it happened anyway. But some wanted to be ready if trouble started.
Darian wasn't quite one of those people. He was walking the streets of the less popular areas of Vegas, Hunter Carbuncle on his shoulder, "sniffing" for Phantoms, or Gates. Or even mages. It was one of the rare times he used the PlaWeapon for its intended purpose, instead of as a pet, and it kept the rather intelligent magical machine busy.
"Nothing yet, huh Carbuncle?"
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Post by Ryoga Zanen on Feb 3, 2013 23:17:37 GMT -5
Ryoga was sitting in front of a brick wall, his chair and pick out as he slowly chiseled away the brick. "I swear to God, Pegasus Cross..." he murmured, adjusting his hat quickly before proceeding to smack away at the brick again.
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Post by Darian Silas on Feb 3, 2013 23:20:36 GMT -5
Carbunkle's head swung towards Ryoga, the stone mounted in its forehead glowing as Darian glanced at the PlaWeapon, then over towards its "target".
"... What is he-" Darian mused to himself, before making his way over. "Uh... hello?"
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Post by Ryoga Zanen on Feb 3, 2013 23:22:29 GMT -5
"Shut up," Ryoga said quickly, a hole already quite prominent in the wall.
"Ryoga, he's a mage," Pegasus Cross said from the recesses of Ryoga's mind. Ryoga looked at Darian briefly, seeing the PlaMonster he had. He then turned back to the wall, mumbling something to himself as he continued attacking the wall with his pick.
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Post by Darian Silas on Feb 3, 2013 23:24:27 GMT -5
Darian hiked an eyebrow, him and Carbuncle exchanging a look, before he turned his attention back to Ryoga. "I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to be putting holes in walls."
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Post by Ryoga Zanen on Feb 3, 2013 23:25:29 GMT -5
"And I'm pretty sure they're not supposed to put magic stones in walls," Ryoga mocked, chiseling carefully now as the hole became bigger.
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Post by Darian Silas on Feb 3, 2013 23:33:39 GMT -5
Darian blinked, glancing at Carbuncle again, before slipping a ring on his right hand, and tapping the gem on the PlaWeapon's forehead with it. "Track, please." Hunter Carbuncle's gem then glowed as it went into tracking mode. Target? Magic stones.
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Post by Ryoga Zanen on Feb 3, 2013 23:35:01 GMT -5
Ryoga just kept at it, slowly removing bits and pieces of brick from the wall with his pick. He stopped for a moment and took out a basket, putting it next to the broken wall just in case the magic stone fell out as he was chipping away.
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Post by Darian Silas on Feb 3, 2013 23:42:49 GMT -5
Carbuncle hopped down from Darian's shoulder, before looking at the wall, and springing up to a window, pawing at the glass.
"... I think the stone's in the building, uh... I don't think I got your name."
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Post by Ryoga Zanen on Feb 3, 2013 23:46:22 GMT -5
"Ryoga," he answered as he got up, putting away his things, putting his bag on his shoulders and jumping through the window, smashing through the glass as he did so. "Let's hurry up, then. I've got rings to make."
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Post by Darian Silas on Feb 3, 2013 23:47:56 GMT -5
Darian stood there, staring as this man broke into a building to get a magic stone, before looking at Carbuncle, who of course, dove in after him. "... Man I'm getting in trouble for this." The Artificer muttered, before trying to climb in the window.
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Post by Ryoga Zanen on Feb 3, 2013 23:49:44 GMT -5
"Pegasus Cross, where do I go?" Ryoga asked out loud, trying to focus his thoughts.
"If the cat is right, head straight," Pegasus Cross told Ryoga through the recesses of his mind. Ryoga nodded and adjusted his hat, following Pegasus Cross's directions.
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Post by Darian Silas on Feb 3, 2013 23:57:03 GMT -5
Darian falls in the window, picking himself up as Carbuncle darts into the building, gem glowing as it "dowsed" the location of the magic stone it was picking up.
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Post by Ryoga Zanen on Feb 4, 2013 0:01:09 GMT -5
Ryoga slowly walks, following Pegasus Cross's directions to the letter. Then he turned around, noticing a door that, at first, he could've sworn wasn't there. He shrugged it off and kicked it down with a properly conducted door kick and walked inside.
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Post by Darian Silas on Feb 4, 2013 0:05:39 GMT -5
Darian blinks as the man kicks in a door, and Carbuncle comes back to him, hopping up onto his shoulder. He had that creeping feeling that something was going to go wrong. Well, more wrong, and he wanted to keep his PlaWeapon close.
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