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Post by Ryoga Zanen on Feb 7, 2013 21:46:28 GMT -5
Ryoga was called into closed down museum because of a strange stone that they refused to put up on display. Thankfully, his employers were friends with the owners of the museum, giving Ryoga priority in such events. He was in the basement of the museum, surrounded by strange artifacts, old mirrors, ancient kitchen sets. And there, in the middle of it all, a clear stone in a plastic case. Ryoga approached the stone in order to confirm if it was, in fact, a magic stone.
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Post by Vargas Cucinotta on Feb 7, 2013 21:49:24 GMT -5
The basement was, as expected, quiet, until a large standing mirror, next to Ryoga... rippled?
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Post by Ryoga Zanen on Feb 7, 2013 21:53:38 GMT -5
Ryoga turned toward the mirror. His instincts told him to jump, his legs refused to move, and in the recesses of his mind, all he heard was "RYOGA, JUMP!"
Being suddenly taken over by the Pegasus Phantom, Ryoga's legs moved like machines, forcing him back and away from the stone.
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Post by Vargas Cucinotta on Feb 7, 2013 21:55:35 GMT -5
That warning saved Ryoga, as a jacket garbed arm reached out of the mirror, snatching at the suddenly empty air, before a man stepped out of the mirror, turning towards Ryoga. "It would have been so much easier on you if you'd held still. Running around too much ruins the flavor, you know. Not that he minds so much."
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Post by Ryoga Zanen on Feb 7, 2013 21:58:51 GMT -5
"Cur, state your name and business. You're not a Phantom, I cannot detect what you are. You seem to have come from the Mirror World, but you're a human. Humans are supposed to have time limits in the Mirror World and only exit where they enter. Is this an ambush? Or are you breaking the rules?" Pegasus Cross asked, equipping the Driver On and Horn rings.
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Post by Vargas Cucinotta on Feb 7, 2013 22:03:27 GMT -5
The man chuckled, adjusting his jacket, before reaching into it, pulling out some kind of flat, grey, rectangular object with a gold symbol on one side. "So you know of the other side, do you?" He grins.
"Then you must know there's an exception to that rule."
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Post by Ryoga Zanen on Feb 7, 2013 22:13:23 GMT -5
"I'm more knowledgeable than the human, and infinitely stronger. Mainly because I'm a main source of mana!" Pegasus Cross declared, putting his hand to his waist.
"Driver On! Ready? Horn! Sharp!" the Pegasus Driver declared. In an instant, the Pegasus Driver appeared and hugged Ryoga's waist. Three circles appeared under him, ancient text forming inside the circles as a hexagon came to be from within. The circles rose, covering Pegasus Cross in a glorious white armor with a horn on its helm.
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Post by Vargas Cucinotta on Feb 7, 2013 22:28:55 GMT -5
"Well. Flashier than me, but I do wonder... how much of a hero are you? After all, if I can't take you as food, then I suppose I'll have to take someone else." The man's arm whipped to the side, holding that flat object towards the mirror, as a grey belt, with a slot on the front for that flat object, forms on his reflection, then comes out, wrapping around his waist.
"Henshin." He mutters, flipping his Advent deck, before catching and snapping it into his belt, as phantom images of an armored figure formed around him, and with a flash, Kamen Rider Golod crossed his arms. "So... come and get me, hero." He chuckled, stepping back towards the mirror.
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Post by Ryoga Zanen on Feb 7, 2013 22:33:10 GMT -5
Pegasus Cross let out a disturbing chuckle. "How strange. I never said I was a hero, or anything resembling it." With that out of the way, he immediately fired his horn at Vargas's head before slipping on another ring. He ran straight for the man and swiped his hand in front of the Pegasus Driver.
"Excite! Instant workout!" the Pegasus Driver declared as Pegasus Cross's body became large and muscular just as he punched at Vargas.
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Post by Vargas Cucinotta on Feb 7, 2013 22:37:23 GMT -5
Vargas snorted, drawing a card, and slipping it into the back of the cleaver-like weapon he was wielding's "head".
"GUARD VENT" The Devour Visor declared, as a metallic breastplate formed in front of the Rider, taking the hit from the horn before it vanished, and he twisted, grabbing Pegasus' arm, and as he reached back, the mirror rippling, he then threw the hulking Wizard into the mirror, before diving in after him.
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Post by Ryoga Zanen on Feb 7, 2013 22:39:39 GMT -5
Pegasus Cross's body slammed into the mirror, destroying it. "Foolish man... I am not a contracted human nor a mirror monster!" he declared, pushing his massive body off of the destroyed mirror in an attempt to slam it into Vargas.
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Post by Vargas Cucinotta on Feb 7, 2013 22:45:21 GMT -5
Golod frowned, bringing his Devour Visor up to slice part of the mirror off, before chuckling. "Then you just delay the inevitable." He muttered. "Even if this makes you a more unique morsel than most." That set, he turned, dashing for the stairs.
"Come on, then! Dinner won't wait for you, after all!"
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Post by Ryoga Zanen on Feb 7, 2013 22:49:14 GMT -5
"I'm not letting you run very far," Pegasus Cross said calmly, putting on another ring as his body returned to its regular size.
"Summon! Come here!" the Pegasus Driver declared as Pegasus Cross presented it with the ring's power. Vargas would find that he wouldn't get very far before he appeared right in front of Pegasus Cross again.
"Try again?"
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Post by Vargas Cucinotta on Feb 7, 2013 22:54:07 GMT -5
Vargas stumbles slightly as his break towards the stairs is interrupted, hming almost bemusedly as he draws another card, slipping it into his Visor.
"STRIKE VENT!" The Visor declares, as a TAIL forms on the Rider, not unlike a T-rex's tail, before he spins around, swinging that tail with bone-crushing force.
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Post by Ryoga Zanen on Feb 7, 2013 22:58:07 GMT -5
Pegasus Cross was flung into a nearby wall by the tail, forming cracks in it upon impact. "You're hurting my host. I'll have to end you," he said as he swiped yet another ring.
"Gallatin! Shiny!" the Pegasus Drived called. For a short moment, nothing seemed to happen. And then, suddenly, a black sword smashed its way through the ceiling, heading straight for Vargas.
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