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Chase One year ago, the advanced artificial race known as Roidmude attacked the world with the First Global Freeze, slowing down time in major metropolitan areas and causing great damage before disappearing. Now, the Roidmude have returned to menace the people of the world towards a second Global Freeze. The Tokyo MPD, however, has a hidden ally in the fight against them - Kamen Rider Drive! Using the power of the Core Drivia and the intelligent combat vehicle Tridoron, Kamen Rider Drive stands between the Roidmude and their designs...

Which leads to the Kris Kringle problem. Any rational Japanese citizen would point at a middle-aged man in half a Santa suit sneaking around the top of a shopping mall and say that's a job for the Police to deal with. Which totally did happen, unfortunately for the Tokyo MPD, said middle-aged man did not take too kindly to being called out.

The response to being found out is nearly instant , a wave of gravity spreads out through the area, slowing everything and everyone down dramatically as a massive tower of red and white cables sprouts out from the roof of the shopping mall, broadcasting a looped message about an oncoming ETERNAL WHITE CHRISTMAS for all Roidmudes.

Several minutes later... A peculiar red sports car pulls up as if in response to the broadcast, seemingly not affected by the slowing effects of gravity. The door opens once the vehicle comes to a complete stop, a red armored individual stepping out as he adjusts a gizmo strapped to his wrist.

<Insert dramatic zoom in on Kamen Rider Drive's face as the DVD Movie's Title slides on screen, complete with a bunch of obnoxious car sounds here>
Hamada Haru In a rare instance of transforming before arriving to anything at all happening, Kamen Rider Tetra arrives by simply walking through the mall's top floor from an adjacent building, like some kind of ghost. He has a relatively dark motif, black-and-white with the distinctive "mountain stripes" of the shinsengumi ringing his wrists and the edges of his boots at his calves. His armor is relatively light, and his helmet bears a V-shaped crest, matches by a similar structure set into his chest that has a crystalline sheen.

A distinctive badge sits in the belt at his waist, similar enough to that of the Tokyo Metro Police Department to be mistaken for it at a glance. It's not, though-- the Rider Services have their own unique slant.

In his left hand, he's holding... a megaphone. Just a megaphone. It's not attached to his suit at all, it looks like he just picked it up and brought it with him.

He raises it to his faceplate.

"Hey. Roidmude," Kamen Rider Tetra says.

"Nobody wants an Eternal White Christmas. Even robots. Zero degrees isn't fun. What do you even run on? If it's a battery, you're going to get tired sixty percent faster," he drones into the megaphone.
Selene It just so happens that Selene is in this very region of Tokyo this fateful night, her cravings for weird foreign junk food overcoming any and all logical arguments against such a thing considering her constitution, her previous food binges, and everything in between. She's dressed for the season, at least, actually wearing a puffy yellow jacket and real pants with boots intead of her usual shorts and sandals combo. When she hears the looped message from afar, her first instinct as a reasonable teenager is to run headlong into danger, black and red Torracat perched upon her red flower-petal hat while the purple ghost Gengar remains in her shadow as a pair of giant eyes sliding across the ground behind her.

Several minutes later, she finally arrives on the scene draped over said purple ghost in its more familiar fat purple blob form, panting and out of breath. Without knowing exactly what these Roidmudes are or realizing that the real culprit is waaaay up there, the best she can assume is that this red individual is repsonsible for the incident.

"Hey, Redman! You got a license for that thing? because your time-stopping days are about to get impounded!" She calls out to him with a dramatic twist of her flowery hat, the ridges lined up straight in front of her more like a rooster's comb. Her mask, a solid gray and blue painted affair, helps hide the fact that she's grimacing a bit at how crappy that line was despite the confident delivery.

"... Time to heat things up! TC, give him a little taste of...?" Her head turns just enough to stare right at Kamen Rider Tetra as he arrives with the megaphone, her gaze going from him to the red and white tower. "Oh. It's up there. Yeah, that ma-"

Following the trainer's previous order, the Torracat promptly starts vomiting flames at the red individual. It stops shortly afterwards as Selene shouts various things at it to get it to stop, although that doesn't necessarily stop the flames from existing in the middle of the street.
Rubi-Kan Vagrants      There is a green hoverbike approaching, with chemical thrusters and thick armor plates set at intimidating, brutalist angles. It looks like it might have been military surplus, as if there were spots for guns that were removed as part of some conversion process. There are also, painted on this bike, motifs in gold, of hounds pursuing some alien prey and birds of flight.

     Its rider is a massive man with skin and hair as green as the bike itself, and he stubbornly pushes it through the slowing field until it nearly crashes into the peculiar red sports car. It's really just brinksmanship--he won't actually crash, he just wants to see how close he can get before the driver of that car yells at him or is otherwise concerned.

     Stepping off of the bike, this man, dressed like ZZ Top From the Future, hooks his thumbs through the belt loops of his fatigues. He has no gizmo... but, he does feel the urge to shout it. "IHIWEN!" In a flash, his body is encased in armor of tough synthetic weave and space-age green alloys, a massive green harness with pauldrons forming over the already thick chestplate of the armor. A horned helmet with a T-shaped black visor conceals his face, and to dramatically complete the ensemble, there springs from his back a cape of wild winter grasses and hardy flowers.

     Bercilak marches over to Kamen Rider Tetra. He looks down at the megaphone, back up at the building, and utters a bark of a laugh. "Let me sheu thee hau it is done."

     Extending his hand, an enormous greataxe appears into his waiting grasp. It is driven into the earth--and a massive Christmas tree begins to sprout up from the crack the weapon has hewn. It grows larger and larger, but the Green Knight holds it down, the wood groaning and creaking as the trunk is bent. Bercilak sits astride it and just -bellows.- The man must have lungs of steel. What does he bellow? Any witty banter? Any attempt to negotiate?

     "SHEU ME THY WHITE CRIST-MASSE NAU, THAT I MAY DEME IT! FOR ELLES THAT, I SHALL BETE THY ASSE WHANNE I COMEN UP THITHER!" He demands the White Christmas now, no more wind-up. Or else when he gets up there, it's on sight. Pulling the axe from the ground causes the tree to catapult him up towards the source of that red-and-white pillar.
Alexis She is not a police officer or an amazing superhero of some kind, but that's never been a thing to stop Alexis from poking her nose into problems other than her own when the cry of strange happenings gets out. It's just the way a lot of Trainers operate.

Either you find Trouble, or Trouble finds you.

In this case it's about 50/50, and the long and short of it doesn't really matter beyond the fact that she is here, taking a moment to just boggle at the way everything in the city has started moving slower than a Goomy in molassas. "It's like something used Trick Room on the whole damn megatropolis..." And Tokyo is a -lot- of megatropolis.

Well that weirdly holiday colored structure atop the shopping center is either a horribly tacky decoration or something that doesn't belong there, so that's probably the first place to go investigate. So in the manner of most Trainers of her Generation made a habit of doing Alexis lets loose a bird-like pokemon to fly up to the roof and scout it out ahead of her. Though being a large falcon with little ember patterns for the speckling her plumage the Talonflame isn't exactly the most inconspicuous advanced scout in a large city either.
Xion Tokyo is filled with wonderful shopping opportunities! Shopping malls, shopping walls, ~~gambling~~ legally distinct random gaming opportunities that have ~~cash value~~ premium currency to ~~spend~~ collect.

It's a total Christmas paradise, and after the big day means Big Sales!

Wearing a seasonal version of the classic organization ~~cult robe~~ zippered hooded coat in red with white frill, Xion blends in with many of the people just milling about looking for a deal.

"... Luxord said he wanted that new gaming console, and Demyx said he wanted a Jacked Box, so..."

Xion consults a shopping list quizically, just as a wave of red gravity pshoom washes over her.

"O-oh no!" She calls, her voice hanging slowly in the air as she looks all around. "It's a Grinch? A Grinch is here!"

SHORTLY AFTER: A headlight-face appears. Xion, in the background, gasps in mild slow-motion. "Kamen... Rider...!"

Kris Kringle's amazing power over time, space, and post-Christmas sales is largely ignored by Xion, turning her attention from Drive towards Bercilak. "Wow! You're so big! Are you Santa? A... green santa?"

She squints. "Is this a Korean thing?"
Chase At least half of the responders that arrived that were not the MYSTERIOUS RED RIDER have rushed towards Evil Santa in their own way. His cool stance instantly crumbles apart as he points towards the roof dumbfounded.

"Huh? Hey... Can they do that? The moving thing?"

They look down at their belt, almost as if they're fishing for an answer. All they get is a sigh and a few beeps.

He tries to catch up, only to get accosted by a small child and her murder animal. "No! Hey wait I'm the-" He cuts himself off as he raises a foot and steps back to avoid being roasted. He's pretty good at avoiding damage caused by misunderstandings, all things consider, coming out of the 'fight' with just a few sooty bits of armor. When they finally leave, he too bolts to get up to the roof the long way.

"First my birthday and now this...Why m- Oh." The Kamen Rider's probably justified whining is cut off as Xion points him out, which gets him to respond with a wave. It doesn't hit him until a few moments later that she's also one of the weirdos who's able to muscle their way through this heavy gravity without some sort of Rider suit. But by then they're gone, and he's not really in a position to ask.

TEN MILLION YEARS LATER, he's finally with everyone else, on the roof. Completely out of breath from vigorous stair climbing, and too tired to make note of everyone there at the moment other than of the weird Santa. He holds up a single finger to try and get people to wait. Nobody does. The scene goes on.

Alexis' Talonflame scouts ahead to find something out about the giant tower of wires. It's a giant tower of wires. they all also at a closer glance, seem to connect into the building or surrounding area in one way or another, and probably drawing power from the city itself rather than Evil Santa. Berc on the other hand gets to experience one of the functions of the tower head on as he flings himself into it, as it instantly responds by firing a bolt, knocking him out of the air. Rather than electricity though, it feels cold. Like his insides are freezing. It'd probably completely seize up a lesser person, but for the Green Knight it's just an extremely annoying nuisance he'll probably recover from in a matter of moments.

"You NAUGHTY fool! I am not deaf, put your silly cone away! As for the cold, the only ones who will suffer Jackfrost nipping at their nose is YOU, while roidmudes will bask in never endless gifts."

Evil Roidmude Santa ignores Xion's Korean comment, not because he didn't hear it, but because really, how do you respond to that? Instead, he just sheds his human disguise, briefly revealing a lithe, freakish robot body with the numbers '025' on his chest, before suddenly changing to a more rotund and fat form befitting of santa. It's still clearly more robotic in nature, with various tubes sticking out of his face like a beard and metallic ridged skin. He also has a santa hat and coat because of course he does.

There's no follow sentence to his transformation, just a grunt as he fires a stream of cold at the group. There's some cool snowman and gingerbread shaped SFX in the attack that look pretty festive too, but other than that it's not very fun to be in.
Hamada Haru "I'm not cold," Kamen Rider Tetra says, as the beam of cold quite literally passes through him and emerges out the other side. He lowers his megaphone.

"That is to say," he steps forward and waves a hand through 025's body without making contact, "your gravity trick is pretty good, so I could only come here if I limited my actual mass. I could probably mess with you a bit if I materialized body parts selectively, but this isn't exactly my wheelhouse. It's that guy in red, isn't it?"

"Let me be direct: This is stupid and irrational. What do you actually want, or what do you actually gain by doing this?" He asks.
Rubi-Kan Vagrants      Bercilak taps a finger to his helmet to utter a response. No, it's not a Korean thing, though the legendary figure he's named for and modeled to imitate does have an affinity for Christmas. Nothing says Seasons' Greasons like striding into castle and inviting someone to cut your head off! "Nay, Xion! 'Tis English."

     The joy of an internal mic is that it doesn't pick up but the faintest bit of rushing air as he flies towards the Roidmude. When he lands atop the roof with a thud, his weight is enough to crack the concrete slightly. Shouldering the axe, he notices that Drive is holding up the Finger of Attention. This is something he can indulge--especially since Roidmude Santa has delivered what he promised. As freezing cold envelops his entire form, he stands right in the middle of the blast, his skin icing over, cracking, bleeding and healing beneath the armor. It isn't pleasant, but it is exactly what he asked for.

     Having determined that a spite beating is not necessary at this time, he takes a different role, yet one just as familiar--the Backup Bro. "At-hold thy hed up, king," says the Green Knight, his joints audibly cracking as he slowly chad-walks his way out of the blast, plated boots snapping free after having been frosted to the ground. He places a freezing cold hand upon Drive's shoulder. He has to admit, this guy is determined, and he respects that.

     Gradually, the fatigue from having run up all those flights of stairs will fade away--and not only that, but as his nanites surround the Kamen Rider, Drive will find that Evil Roidmude Santa's icy blasts will now be less able to slow his movement. That... might at least explain why the Green Knight is able to fight the gravity.

     Santa has impressed him, as has Drive, and so he will bodyblock for the Kamen Rider, using his armored bulk to shield him while he collects himself. "Wel? Speke thy ithinking. I shalt ofhere hit." Bercilak would like to know what he has to say, since he did give the Wait a Minute Finger.
Alexis It's so nice of Bercilak to get the tower to expose that it has some manner of defense mechanism. Talonflame krees sharply and turns just as sharply with a beat of her wings to get away from that tower. It doesn't matter if it's lightning or freezing that looks like lightning, either are very pleasant to her while in the air. She is just going to stay a clear distance from that, circling a bit.

In the meantime Alexis has found her way onto the roof as well, mainly by getting carried by her Krookadile using Rock Climb up the side of the building... And maybe in hindsight it wasn't such a great idea to bring a giant croc that's striped and and masked like a cartoon bandit around a deranged wannabe Santa. No real time to worry about it, as he steps in front of the Trainer as the ice blast sweeps across the area. He's tough enough to withstand what could be a weakness hit, being a Ground type.

But that doesn't stop him from freezing in place, icicles dangling off the end of his snout and chin as the coating of clear blue is left over his form. A glance at her pokedex' status readout shows that he's been stuck with the FROZEN effect on top of the damage. "Well that's just cold."

Alexis holds her arm out, the heavier winter coat providing some extra padding for Talonflame to come perch on her limb falconeer style. The avian skrees once, and points a wing towards the tower. "Okay, yeah, figured that was part of the problem. Don't want to get close to it, is that what you're saying?" The bird nods. "Okay then. Good job Windburn." Alexis gives her arm a gentle jostle for the avian to take off again. "Let's see if we can't keep things toasty. Light 'em up with Heat Wave."

Talonflame takes to the air, wings starting to glow as she rises up, and with a powerful downbeat of said wings lives up to her name in sending a blast of superheated air gusting across the rooftop in hopes the wider spread of the attack will leave the Evil Roidmude less oppritunite for evasive moves.

Meanwhile Alexis will figure out what to do about poor Frozen Krookodile.
Selene "It's fine, it's fine. You're red!"

With that flawless logic out of the way, Selene and her fire cat hold onto the fat ghost tightly as it begins to bound up the walls of nearby buildings to approach the tower where the Roidmude Santa is doing his freezing thing. That slowing effect does have a noticeable effect on the trio, however, with the trainer and cat mostly glancing arund in puzzlement while the ghost has to do the heavy lifting in making sure it doesn't slam the other two into a wall with its delayed reactions to goddamn everything.

Eventually, however, it sees that bolt of coldness launching towards Bercilak, and the Gengar takes a detour to regroup with everyone else. It does so out of a sense of camaraderie, of course, and most certainly not to just keep itself and its trainer protected in the form of several other potential targets.

Unfortunately for Selene, that wave of cold is just the thing that having meat shields won't help her much against. The Gengar covers her with its ghostly fatness, however, bearing the brunt of the unnatural chill, and it even frosts over after several moments.

"You trying to hog all the gifts, jerk? Those are meant for all the good little boys and girls and also me! Especially me! We're gonna have to put your plans on iiii-fire!"

Selene shakes her head lightly. Something's off today, but at least her murder monsters are on top of their game. While the Gengar focuses on keeping her from freezing to death, the Torracat braves the stream of coldness, fighting back with a steady stream of fire of its own. It digs its paws into the roof it stands on as its breath of fire burns intensely, trying to stand its ground and limit how much it has to actually move in the Roidmude's freezing field!
Xion "A black Kamen Rider..." Xion looks at Tetra, a ghost on the roof.

"Kamen Rider... Ghost."

"A green Kamen Rider..." Xion considers Bercilak's nature closely, as he appears on the roof. The word 'thews' come to mind. "Kamen Rider... Stronger."

"A red Kamen Rider..." Xion looks at Drive, a man who just ran up a pile of stairs. "Kamen Rider... Stairs? No, that can't be right. Fire, right?"

None of that is right. Not one bit. Kris Kringle's evil identity as RUDE DUDE NUMBER TWENTY FIVE draws a gasp, but not for the reason you'd expect. "Hey! It's okay to want to give presents to your friends - but that can't be at the cost of everyone else!"

She's blasted in the face with an entire snowman, and tumbles back into the staircase, visibly replaced by a large snow-Xion with two coals for eyes that blink.

!!!SNOWPERSON'ED!!!

"Mm! Mmf mnf!" The snowman rattles, snow being daffed off to the left and right.
Chase "ME? Hog all the gifts? Your santa doesn't give gifts to Roidmudes! That's why I'm doing this, you obnoxious brats. It's either them or us, as its always been! Now either get out of my way like the tolerable Kamen Rider and his burly friend, or face my icy wrath."

The Roidmude seems perhaps a bit lost in his own ego and desires to formulate a more detailed explanation, but he probably thinks he got the point across, and that's all that matters.

Kamen Rider Drive, on the other hand, ain't having it, he finally catches his breath and speaks. "Can we just shut up about Christmas!?"

A sore spot has been hit, apparently, because the Rider sounds angry. The Holiday is already over, and then this guy had to come and remind him how cheap his office was by combining both his BIRTHDAY and CHRISTMAS together. It's enough to get a man's blood boiling.

Since the Green Knight is being an absolute bro at the moment and being a big ol' shield, they take the moment to pull out a tiny black car from their belt, flicking the end of the toy vehicle so that it bends into an L shape before slotting it into the holster on his wrist. He cranks it once, and in a flash of light and flying armor parts his appearance changes to that of a burly black brawler, complete with a giant heavy duty tire flying in and attaching to his shoulder.

He then proceeds to, in all his infinite and Police Trained wisdom, run up to the Roidmude in an attempt to wrestle it to the ground, only to be overpowered and thrown to the side by the robot's fat muscle.

Though Drive has proven ineffectual in all his Holiday rage, it does open up the opportunity for the Roidmude to get its butt burned by multiple fire attacks, and while he doesn't work on Pokemon rock,paper, scissors logic, bits of their<s>rubber</s> metal body are singed and melted as a result of the attacks, along with big large obnoxious sparks that probably signify damage.

They take several steps back towards their massive wire tower, the structure responding to them by having stray wires link into their back. The temperature in the surrounding area drops dramatically as a result, though this time rather than firing snow from his own body, he fires off bolts of COLD from the tower itself.

"Naughty! NAUGHTY! You're all Naughty!"
Selene "Oh. Is that how it is?" There's a long delay as Selene lets that first bit of exposition float around in her head for a while, the gears cranking and the sparks flying almost as quickly as the hitsparks coming from the Roidmude. "Do you really /need/ Santa, though? As long as you've got cold hard cash, you and your Roidmude buddies can join right in with us!"

Alas, Drive doesn't seem to be quite in the Christmas spirit, but Selene seems ready to alleviate his rage right away as she clambers onto the Gengar's head against the ghost's protests. "You, too, Kraken Rider Red! As long as we've all got the power of fat stacks in our pockets and someone else's credit cards, we can have Christmas every day!" Selene throws her head back with a hearty cackle that almost sounds menacing thanks to the solid mask muffling her voice just enough to sound echo-y and mildly distorted.

Thankfully, that gets cut short when the tower starts shooting off bolts of cold all over the place. The Torracat, lacking its usual agility between all the cold air and the slowing field subduing its movements, takes one of the bolts head on and collapses with a pitiful whimper. The Gengar stands up better to the icy barrage, pulling Selene down just in time to shield her with itself again and grimacing at the impact.

"Alright, alright. First thing we gotta do is calm down Steroid Santa. Chuggins, that tower's all.. Towery, yeah? Do like that one guy and punch him in the brain hole!" Patting the ghost on its giant chin belly, Selene shoves it forward and propels the Gengar forward while she dives for the cat. As Selene tugs the cat back to get it somewhere marginally safer, the grinning purple ghost bellows a distorted shout as it claps its hands together (somehow) and manifests two giant fists from the Roidmude's sides. The fists start punching at it rapidly from each side, opting for quantity over quality in a barrage of ghostly fists!
Rubi-Kan Vagrants      'Kamen Rider Stronger' grins, though his helmet conceals it. His lips split and crack as his nanites constantly repair and re-repair his face, as the air inside his helmet is supercooled by the blast. Xion's given him a fine nickname. She is, of course, correct in more than just her capacity for names--punishing innocents to serve your friends is hardly the Christmas spirit. 'Them or us' even less so.

     The time for judgment has come. He has tasted the icy grasp of Roidmude Christmas, heard the arguments for its being... and found it wanting. The snow around Xion melts faster than it otherwise would as his nanites begin to heat up the air around her. "YNOGH INDEED!" the Green Knight bellows.

     "'Tis I that demes, not thee! And I deme thee gilti!" He takes a step forward, armor crunching as it's repeatedly frozen to the ground, melted on the way up, frozen again, rinse and repeat. He makes a slow, determined march towards that candy-cane patterned tower. "The Santa of Man-kin may not yeven reward unto thee, but ne doth he mete punishinge upon ye. Forthy do I deme thy White Crist-masse ivel, AND FORTHY!" Crunch. "SHALT!" Crunch. "I!" CRUNCH. "ASTRUE HIT!"

     At last, he is before the tower, and even as it freezes him solid, his sheer brute strength and nanite-assisted stubbornness allow him to reach back with his axe and drive the head into the base of the tower, using his legs and shoulders to make immensely powerful, yet utterly disciplined swings, one after the other, until that tower is destroyed.
Alexis The Talonflame swoops and sweeps through the air to avoid the bolts of freezing being flung after the high flying Pokemon. She's using her Agility to stay ahead of the blasts, but can't do much to attack when on the full evasive defensive. Alexis does the only reasonable thing there is to do, and steps behind her Krookodile once more. He's already FROZEN so it's not like he can dodge anything right now anyways might as well use him as a shield. Though a second frigid blast is enough to put his health down to red slivers and Alexis is quick to recall him back into a pokeball afterwards. "Sorry bud. We'll deal with that status effect afterwards."

Then that ball is switched for a different one. "Geez, this guy has a one track mind." The pokeball is flicked forward. This one releases a large snail of some sort, it's red lava-like body sizzling some against the cold air, it's round shell made from rough cooled rock. "Okay Firetrap. It's time to play ball." "Maaa," the magma snail bubbles in response, and pulls himself inside his stone shell. Which Alexis, deciding the big green dude has the right idea, wheels back with one leg and kicks the shell-hidden Magcargo rolling towards the Tower!
Xion Released from her snowy prison by the helpful application of heating nanomachines, Xion is 'merely' completely drenched in water, miserably cold, and surrounded by slush.

"Thanks, Stronger! I still don't understand your words that well! But I understand your heart!"

Spared from the worst of the tower because of Bercilak's mighty swings against the tower and nanomachine heat, she has time... to post on main?

"Then I guess you'll be the worst santa ever!" She announces, lifting up the screen of her smartphone and waggling it. It's impossible to read from any distance that's not 'right next to her', but there's a red-looking picture with a lot of white and text. That's pretty clear.

"I've looked up what Santa is, and Wikipedia said he gives children to *All* the good boys and girls! Not 'roidmude' good boys and girls, not human, everyone! You can't sully the name of someone who brings happiness to everyone with your fake santa!"

Cupping both hands to her mouth, she shouts out into the night. "Christmas is for everyone!"

She has totally lost the thread of the narrative in the absorbed holiday episode fervor.
Chase Drive pulls himself off the ground in his big baby rage, as Xion and MAYBE? Berc talk about how Christmas is for everyone. Which makes him stop to think, even if he's not happy with his own Christmas/Birthday, can't he be happy with others enjoying their Christmas? Spending time with Family and Friends and all that. And if Christmas is for EVERYONE, doesn't that mean it's also for the Birthday boys? Is he, perhaps, overthinking this and applying weird sideway logic to this to try and pacify years of psychological suffering of having less Birthday and Christmas gifts because of circumstances outside of his control?

Absolutely. BUT, for the first time in a long while, he actually feels festive? He's pretty sure he feels festive.

As he's stewing in his Christmas spirit, a sleigh-like toy vehicle comes riding past his face, both surprising them, but causing them to instinctively reach up in the air to grab it.

"This is..."

Drive just nods. He knew Rinna was working on a Prototype, but he didn't think she'd finish it this early. With zero hesitation, they fold the toy vehicle in on itself, removing the black car they previously holstered in his arm brace as they twist the key-like protrusion on their belt.

An obnoxious backing track plays as he slowly slots the car into the empty brace, adopting a ready stance. There's a weird blue line of static that connects between the belt and the brace, before the belt suddenly does a call out.

"DRIVE! TYPE - DRIFT!"

The announcement is accompanied by jingling bells and carillons, followed by a change in form, not too dissimilar to what he currently looks like, but white, a bit sleeker, and with a blade mounted on one of his wrists that invokes a ice skate. Like with the previous change, a tire mounts itself on his shoulder, heavily treaded and spiked and with a pair of green and red strikes that run around it.
Chase While this Christmas Miracle is happening, Alexis and Berc tag team the wire tower, a combination of animal abuse and hefty axe swinging being more than enough to overpower it attempt at self defense, and resulting in it losing its composure through a combination of being exposed to a slug that's hotter than the sun and nanite infused axe because apparently wires are not all that structurally sound when there's less of them.

Meanwhile, Selene's Gengar just kind of bullies Roidmude 025 into submission, making them retreat all the way into the tower in an attempt to become some sort of weird awful wire monster monstrosity.

Drive's not having this, and with his belt calling out to switch to Road Winter, they comply, a new, snow-flake themed tire replacing his current one as he turns to his side to shoulder tackle the tower. Weirdly, despite the tower and roidmude having cold powers, they don't seem to be immune when being frozen themselves, the tower slowly starting to freeze up even as Drive recovers from his less than graceful attack.

"Now! Give it everything you got!"

Drive returns to the base Type DRIFT tire, before initiating his finishing move. A high jump kick that has him going through several Christmas wreaths. Because of course.
Selene As Selene continues shouting stage directions at the Gengar during its punching spree to optimize the volume of each strike, she takes note of Drive's transformation into the Drift form. "Whoa... Wasn't that dude red before? Now he's all white and sixth member-y! But does he have enough... DRIVE?"

Cackling again, Selene stops herself after a moment to spray the Torracat a couple of times, waking it up just enough to get it standing. She strikes an odd pose with one hand held over her head and the matching leg bent towards herself, and the purple ghost mirrors that same pose. "You heard the guy. If we're giving it everything, then let's go for the biggest and most seizure-riffic thing we've got... Brain Flame maneuver!"

That seems to be code for something, but at least her Pokemon understand well enough. The cat's role in this is easy: Fire. Lots and lots of fire. Rather than the flame moving forward like a blast from a flamethrower, however, it starts wiggling oddly. It also starts turning... Pink? The pink comes from the Gengar's waves of psychic energy, combining with the flames just so in a way that makes the whole thing look like television static blinking between full-brightness magenta and pure blackness. It takes longer than necessary to get going, but it soon bursts forth again at the Roidmude in a wave, poised to blast right over the would-be Santa.
Alexis Don't ask how the innards of some weird volcano slug can be hotter than the sun but it doesn't just melt it's way through anything it touches. Pokemon metaphysics are just effing weird. But that extreme body heat is why Magcargo was what Alexis pulled out instead of one of her more offensively powerful pokemon -- It was all but immune to freezing up because of that intense temperature no matter how cold it got. And being a snail, it was already pretty slow, so that wasn't as much of a hinderance either. It just rolls backwards after slamming into the tower until the stone shell is rightside up and it can extrude itself from within the earthly confinds once more.

When Drive calls for the 'everything you've got!' Alexis holds up one hand to salute him. "Gladly!" Then turns back to the matter at hand. "This is it, Firetrap. Use Sunny Day!" "Maaaaa!" Smoke and sparks puff out of cracks in the magma-slug's shell with the gurgling cry, and despite the biting winter season and the cold projection of the enemy the rising heat is hard to miss, feeling more and more like standing in the bright warmth of the sun.... Though it doesn't seem to do anything directly to the tower.

That's part two, as Alexis cracks her knuckles briefly then thrusts one arm out to do the 'dramatic point and command' pose many Trainers seem to favor some variation over when they're bringing out the heavy hits. "WINDBURN! FLARE BLITZ!"
The fiery falcon that had been simply circling around waiting for her moment emits a piercing screech as she loops up and back to redirect herself into an aerial lunge the tower. And aura of fire ignites around the powerdiving raptorial, which flares even more intensely as she speeds through the range of Magcargo's projected heat to amplify the power of the fire based move. The result being there's now a blazing comet of a bird kamikaze hurtling towards the tower to help tear it down!
Xion Cold and miserable but filled to bursting with christmas spirit, the new wintery Drive calls for a finisher round. More than christmas spirit, then, she is filled with flashes of emotion. Jealousy, she understands, and someone coping with damage. A dagger in the heart, the terrible and dripping wound of years and years.

Dripping like icemelt down onto the porch of life. A bittersweet problem. Sure, christmas was for everyone, but...

Was that fair?

"The only way to beat a failed santa claus is with a stronger, better christmas spirit!" Xion announces, her JRPG Nomura Character logic clearly being applied to the complex issues of solving differences in dogma (through violence).

"And we have that right here! With the power of Kamen Rider--" Xion raises her right hand to the sky, a mote of green energy floating out of Bercilak of all people and zipping into her grip through the air.

"--And Type Drift--!" A white light emerges from the Shift Brace containing the prototype shift car, joining Bercilak's green light.

"--And Christmas spirit--"

This time she just draws in the tails of the Multiple Simultaneous Fire Finishers crashing into Roidmude #25, her gathered energies swirling with deep red.

"--it's the finisher!"

Leaping skyward to join Drive in his flying dropkick, Xion casts out her red green and white gathered energy, a meteor of christmas colored destruction.

"Strongest Christmas Kick!" She shouts, following down the Christmas Violence Ball with her own flying kick.
Chase Three extremely strong and powerful bodies slam into the tower of roidmude wire spaghetti. Between a bird, and two very strong feet full of Christmas Justice, the Evil Santa Abomination can only put up a token resistance before all three just slam on through it, creating a massive hole that is then consumed by seizure inducing flames. The force of the attack is enough to create a Christmas Tree shaped cloud. Somehow. More importantly s floating '025' starts flying off in the distance, before suddenly exploding.

The tower loses any semblance of cohesion at this point, stray wires falling down to the ground, luckily not live, given that the sudden death of the robot entity that was tapped into the power grid killed the power in the block. It also killed the weird gravity that was plaguing the area, things suddenly breaking out of slow motion rather jarringly.

As the dust from the explosion settles, Drive appears to be standing there, back in the form he arrived in. He's holding the Type DRIFT shift car, its casing slightly melted and smoking, but it still seems to be in one piece.

"Seems like the system still needs work..."

The voice isn't Drive's, it's deeper, and it sounds like they're a mixture of disappointed and saddened. That can't be right though, who gets sad over toy cars?

Drive just sags their shoulders, turning around to face the group.

"I don't know who you guys are, but thanks."
Rubi-Kan Vagrants      The tower is destroyed, all that remains is Roidmude 25. A green light emanates from Bercilak, which he notes with interest, looking over his shoulder. Ah--she'd borrow his power? Good. He shoulders the axe, adoping a wide stance, looking at Xion sideways. "What-sum-ever thou take from me this dai, thou hast of-erned! Connect my strength with thine own, and ACAST DOUN YON DELUSORI SANTA!" When his voice rises to a bellow, his free hand rises also, pointing dramatically at her.

     His place is to test the mettle of others, that they might rise above their limits--this Christmas not one but two have impressed him, overcoming... overcoming...

     Something. Stairs, maybe, in Drive's case. He's at least sure there wouldn't be this much yelling otherwise--but, anyway, his place has never been to detract from the Finisher of another. As the smoke of several coups de grace clears, he lowers his hand, approaching Xion and Drive, the greataxe disappearing into thin air. Two large palms rest unevenly, one on Drive's shoulder and one on Xion's. "Thou art welcome," he says with a nod to Drive. "Hark," uttered to them both.

     He didn't interrupt their finishers--but what he will do is plaster a moral message onto something that was more or less a brief burst of chaos. "To-dai, a fals Santa who wouldst see the ungilti punished, be nau astruen. Crist-masse is not aboute 'us or theim,' ne aboute visiting thy own hertes 'pon others. 'Tis aboute love of those withinne thy lif, and visiting godnesse upon theim. Per happes, one dai, a Roidmude Crist-masse shalt thire be, where rewards art yeven unto theim that art godly, and punishinge only for theim that deserven hit. Rememor that--and let not this fals Santa ternish thy opinioun of godly Roidmudes, where-sum-ever thei art." It's actually a sweet sentiment, provided anyone can understand any of it.

     That wholesome sentiment, should anyone manage to understand the gist of it, is *jarringly* contrasted with what he does next. "Ei," he says, elbowing Drive and Xion, but speaking loud enough so that anyone still on the rooftop can hear. "Wacche this," he says with the *exact* tone of a frat bro about to do something alarmingly stupid.

     His armor vanishes, deconstructed atom by atom, revealing a heavily muscled man, seemingly human but for the size of him and the greenness of his skin and hair. His attire screams 'ZZ Top From the Future,' complete with a beard and a mohawk. He himself also screams. At the top of his lungs. With no warning. As he runs, at full sprint, incredibly fast for a man of his size, and leaps off the edge of the building.

     Bercilak plummets, without benefit of his armor, arms and legs spread out as if he intends to belly flop against the pavement itself, still screaming all the way down until he is stopped by sudden asphalt poisoning, with an ignominous and grisly crunch. His horrendously mangled, bloodied body mends itself in a manner of seconds, and he quietly gets to his feet.

     "Merri Crist-masse," he softly utters to abjectly horrified onlookers, before hopping astride his hoverbike covered in his own blood and gunning the engine. The moment the chemical thrusters roar to life he resumes screaming, and continues doing so until his primal bellowing is a faint noise, his silhouette disappearing over the horizon.
Xion Gathered into a big hark-hug-shoulder-pat by Bercilak in the pre-post-post-pre finisher moment, Xion nods solemnly.

"Even if you have one less day that's special to you, you still have the opportunity to make that day happy despite that! Plus..."

She leans in, conspiratorial and Santa Hood down. "If your birthday is on christmas, the most wonderful time of the year, doesn't that mean your special day is one where everyone on the world smiles? That's pretty blessed, I think."

She blinkblinks expectantly at Drive. "Right, T-san?"

Any potential menacing aura Xion could POSSIBLY have by skimming the cream off of Drive's heart is entirely mitigated by Bercilak detransforming.

"Wow! We really *did* save Santa, and Christmas! Merry christmas, axe Santa!" Xion waves to the huge muscly Santa DOUBLE ZETA TOP as he leaps off the roof.

"Wow, what a weird Santa. I guess he's alternate future axe hero Santa, Kamen Rider Stronger. Nice!"

Being on the roof, she doesn't see the splat, but she does watch his chem-trail sleigh blast off into the night.

"Well, that was fun. Merry Christmas, everyone!"
Chase Belt-san frowns and HURRRMS at Xion as she clearly is using some sort of weird HACKING ability to read Shinnosuke's mind, and not totally not something like reading his heart or whatever because that's not scientific. Luckily he doesn't nag farther, but he exudes a menacing aura. As menacing as a belt with a face can be, anyway.

The person attached to Belt-san, on the other hand, is slightly guarded, but he is able to use his police instinct to deduce that the girl is probably well intentioned.

"Yeah. I guess you're right. Well uh... I gotta go. Merry Christmas!"

Drive fumbles with his hands and arms a bit in an awkward fashion, mostly because body language is his only way of emoting, before rushing to find a escape ladder of some kind.