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Desire Stars	Far away from Tokyo, out of sight of anyone, there floats a temple; an inverted black pyramid, trimmed with gold, flanked by hovering ivory columns. Overlooking a vast desert, the Desire Temple looks all the more otherworldly for its place above the vast, arid emptiness, floating over a golden sea of dunes and below a cloudless blue sky. The inside is much bigger than the shape of the Temple would otherwise suggest. There are training facilities, a gym, relaxation areas capable of imitating all manner of place on earth, and, most relevantly, a lounge. A wide open space with glazed terracotta floors, matching brick trim and soft eggshell walls is half-encircled by doric pillars in grey and a set of earth-tone curtains. Red couches in tight circles dot this little open area, while a short ste of stairs leads to a little minibar, set against a rich yellow wall decorated with carefully trimmed miniature trees. Near the bar, a recess in the wall holds matching statues of birds in flight and a small collection of books. NEON KURAMA idly swipes through a tablet, seated at the minibar. DGP branded outfits scroll lazily past in a steady stream of digital window shopping.
Dark Horses	"Hmmm? Yeah uh.. I'm..." KEIWA SAKURAI stands hunched in a corner not too far away from the bar, a cellphone in hand as he tries to talk to someone in private. It doesn't really work, but he's sure nobody is going to pry into what he's saying. "No, no. The Concord interview is going really well! They've just got a few more questions, and-" He's cut off, and he visibly holds his breath before sighing in relief. "I'll be back before dinner, yeah. Promise." Keiwa awkwardly smiles, before finally hanging up and dragging himself to the bar, climbing into the chair as his upper body just melts over the counter. The Concord never responded to him, he's lying. But his sister doesn't know that, and he can't exactly tell her the truth either. Just what is he supposed to do??? "This sucks..."
Hamada Haru	Hamada Haru is here half as a business arrangement, and half out of sheer morbid curiosity that may or may not be shared with the hosts of this place. It was the case, you see, that the Rider Services belts were stylized almost identically to those of the DGP Riders. A simple but classic buckle design with a circular central inset for receiving an identification core. The stylization was ever-so-slightly different, but not in a way that mattered. In the case of the Rider Services Driver, the core inset would hold a circular badge, very similar to the ID cores received by DGP riders, but unique in a different way-- and not tied to an individual. It has been a long time since Haru wore the Tetra driver, but today he does. It is worn as an accessory rather than as a buckle on a belt-- suspended length-wise so that it falls across his left thigh. Where there should be an ID core receiving inset was instead a series of yellow, orange, and red lines that spiraled inwards to the center. In the dark, they could be seen to glow faintly, though if any power remained there it was too little to matter or even transform with. The business portion of things was finalizing his sponsorship role, a part of which involved a financial contribution and simply having a look around. It is as Dynamic Era that he steps through several walls to gain entry after walking his way through the sky, but the form is dropped the instant that he gains entry. He is expected, more or less-- this isn't an invasion. He meanders through the back hallway that defines the entry into the DGP player areas, spies the bar and its obvious there-should-be-an-adjutant-here-at-some-point vibe, and pushes on through. At first, Hamada Haru says nothing, taking up a position at the bar as far from Neon as he possibly can, placing a document on the counter, and then fishing what is obviously a legal seal out of his jacket pocket. He rotates it in his hand while quite obviously waiting. Until Keiwa talks. "Don't join the Concord," he says, simply.
BB	Jinako Carigiri had been visited by a 'divinity in black and white' and been left with a yellow-hatched box, and a new name that was Hers, and a responsibility. Kamen Rider. . . Jinako had pushed up her glasses and went to work. The flight of fingers across keys had summoned her own particular magic spell: >>>>> ENIG.MA BBS <<<<< > Current Topic: Lootcrate Cutie??? >>>>> > jinaKO has posted: Has anyone else seen her? I caught a picture with my laptop camera, but it cuts off her face. Sorry! ._.;;; She gave me a weird lootcrate and said that I was Kamen Rider? > heyhoward1991 has posted: First. Also, cute outfit. > foxmldr has posted: Does it work? > jinaKO has posted: Yes. ----- The Desire Temple is a place that was available to Jinako, but she had been too cowardly to go for days. But, when no Jyamato appeared around her to bother her in Luluhawa, and no missions were called up, even the cowardly elephant got curious. Through her Spider Phone, the tan-yellow tank top and grey sweats hacker woman presses the 'transfer' button, expecting more warning or more prompt and-- --materializing at the entrance plinth of the Desire Temple, Jinako appears in the quick and wooshing digital teleportation effect of the Temple, dropping startledly into sight of Neon, Keiwa, and Haru. She immediately shies back, scared for a second and then showing her (DGP) phone while looking away. "I-I'm supposed to be here! I just thought..." Jinako's eyes glance back through the periphery of her headturn, unkempt ponytail swaying as her head glaaaances back uncertainly. "... there'd be a confirmation, or... not... h-here..." Jinako's chin drops. "I'm not dressed for company. But... are you all Kamen Rider, too?" Her eyes scan, easily seeing Haru's worn belt, and Neon messing with DGP materials. Keiwa... She met! "... haha, I guess you are..." She withers, and then slinks to a couch. "Sorry. I'm really new, and, some woman said I was one now?"
Desire Stars	Neon pauses from looking through cosmetics to pull out her Spider Phone. She checks the current entrants. "Wow," she says. "The slots are filling up fast. 'Shinmyoumaru,' 'Jinako,' 'Clover...'" Neon can't stop herself from pausing, when she sees Da-Paan. "...scary," she says, without realizing she had. Not that one could blame her--the guy's profile picture, with that determined, glowering stare, is giving 'this man has serious problems' vibes. She perks up, a bit, when Keiwa flops over the counter. "And you're... Keiwa Sakurai! ...hey, what's wrong?" As Haru enters, she startles. "W-who the heck are you?! I don't see you on the leaderboards--" "There's no need to worry," says a concierge as he enters into the lounge. His formal white attire gives the air of a butler, as does his pleasant smile, neatly combed black hair and professionally calm demeanor. "Mr. Hamada is here on business with the DGP." With a polite nod towards Haru, he further clarifies, for the non-DGP rider's benefit: "Our producer is still tied up in a meeting at the moment. It shouldn't be much longer. I'm happy to provide refreshments while you wait," he says, gesturing at another tablet on the bar. I'm supposed to be here! "I get it," says Neon, consolingly. "It startled me, too, honestly. But, hey, now you know for next time, right..." she checks her phone. "Jinako? The DGP is still recruiting and it doesn't seem like there's been any Jyamato mobilizations yet."
Dark Horses	"Huh??? Neon??? Oh right, you-" Keiwa's cut off by the arrival of Dynamic Era, though he doesn't really process who he is more than he does his 'advice'. "Huh? Oh, no. I'm not joining. I mean, I wanted to, but I think they lost my application or something. Or maybe they threw it away..." Keiwa turns to look at Dynamic Era for a bit, before resting his head back down on the counter to simply laugh it off. "W-Well, it's fine. I was only really in it so I'd have something like a job anyway-" He pauses near the end of his sentence to look back again at Dynamic Era. Wait, are they allowed to be suited up outside of the tournament like this? Is this guy even a contestant??? Keiwa's hand initially goes for his belt, but he ultimately does the probably smarter thing of just pointing at the armored man in confusion before pulling up his DGP-branded phone to check. Surely, it's listed in the rules somewhere and he just forgot. "Oh, yeah! I'm a Kamen Rider...Errr...Kamen Rider Tycoon? And you're uh..." Keiwa realizes he doesn't know her name, but he's pretty sure he recognizes her voice from the radio that one time. He however, can't just end the sentence by saying he doesn't know her, that'd be weird. He's gotta salvage this... he's gotta... "That lady from the radio, right? The one who asked me my age and stuff?"
Hamada Haru	Not being here to enforce the rules of the DGP on whoever is involved with it, Haru barely notices Jinako because he assumes that she's supposed to be here. He only takes note of her when she starts shrinking back from the assembling people, which drags his attention in her direction. He glances at the phone, and then decides that she probably just have nerves, and looks away, drumming his fingers on the counter. Until she, too, speaks up. "It's broken," Haru informs Jinako, transparently dodging the question. "Whether you belong here or not isn't my business. If you can enter without raising a fuss, it's fine." //W-who the heck are you?! I don't see you on the leaderboards--// Haru is about to answer when the concierge intercedes. He considers the introduction for a moment, then adds towards Neon, "Hamada Haru, Rider Services. I was Kamen Rider Tetra once, however..." He gestures towards his very obviously busted belt, and then turns back towards Girori, "If you can accept a financial transfer on the Producer's behalf, I can simply apply my seal and be done with that for the moment. Otherwise... a strawberry lassi would be nice." His attention swivels back towards Keiwa, eyes flicking from belt, to face, and back again. "I'm not a contestant, and that transformation is not that of a Kamen Rider. It is a transteam gun transformation." Haru reaches into his jacket, partly draws the transteam gun to display it for Keiwa, and then replaces it immediately.
BB	In her profile picture, Jinako's large-framed glasses are drooped slightly on her nose, and the red bowtie ribbon in her hair is prominent across her mostly-brushed tumble of brown hair. In reality, she's a lot more of an unbrushed and underdressed mess, but she does her best to brush out her hair (with her fingers) and clothes (with her hands). 'I get it. Jinako bows, palms to thighs. "Jinako Carigiri. I'm in your care." Then, rising, she gives another nod-and-undertain-bow to Haru as he informs her of his status. Still 'showing respect' in a fairly particular way, even while it's being waved down verbally. Keiwa's question gets her to nod and lift her hand to scratch her cheek, awkwardly not making eye contact. "Eheh... Yeah, sorry. You see, I actually wanted to ask you, since, I'm not from around here, but - I was recruited from a place that's in the Great Ocean? To be a Rider here?" As she talks, she walks, sort of cautiously scuttling and scuffling over to an empty crescent-couch to sit down on, drawing her legs up to sit crosslegged as soon as she finds contact. "I saw you, in the city beforehand. I was helping some people that I read about... on some forum posts? And then you're here, so..." Omedetou. "Congratulations. . ?" Ka? Jinako's finger pushes up the side of her glasses frame. "Transteam. . . Gun?" Jinako considers. "Did your Class change? Kamen Rider is... complicated." And then, turning back to Keiwa and Neon, Jinako asks: "Ah, have you used your... abilities outside of the game?"
Desire Stars	I was only really in it so I'd have something like a job anyway- Neon frowns thoughtfully, nodding in understanding and looking away. "A job, sure," she says. "That's... what did you wish for, if you don't mind me asking?" If you can accept a financial transfer on the Producer's behalf, I can simply apply my seal and be done with that for the moment. Otherwise... a strawberry lassi would be nice. Girori, the concierge, smiles serenely and nods at Haru. "Of course," he says. The minibar seems to have the same space-bending properties as the rest of the Desire Temple, because Girori is able to produce a basket of fresh strawberries, a bag of white sugar, a carton of milk, a cup of yogurt and a shaker of ground cardamom on the spot. The ambient conversation is interrupted, briefly, by the sound of a blender, before a fresh lassi is poured over ice with a pinch of that cardamom. An ornate phone with an antiquated appearance exaggerated by all the tablets and smartphones rings. Girori politely excuses himself, but not before washing his hands and drying them with a white hand towel. "Yes," he says, to the voice on the other end. "That's right. Of course, that's no problem at all. He even suggested it himself. ... Very good." "Now," he says, "I should be able to take care of that, for you, as well." There's a gentle sweep of his hand towards the document on the bar. Elegant sleight of hand procures a fountain pen, while the other hand reaches for the document, reviews it, and signs (if necessary). The seal of the DGP is also on hand, stamped if likewise necessary. "Naturally, given your contribution," says Girori, "You're welcome to stay, even if your business is concluded. We do have a VIP lounge for sponsors, as well, should you have an interest in the future." And then you're here, so... Congratulations? Neon smiles brightly at Jinako, her head bobbing in a bubbly affirmative. "Right!" she says with playfully affected firmness. "Neon Kurama." And a little wave, like she does on her streams. "Wave!" Ah, have you used your... abilities outside of the game? Neon's bubbly demeanor dims a little bit as the memory of her first outing is dredged up. "Well... the DGP incentivizes us to do help out when the Jyamato aren't around, sure," she says. "And you're not the only person from off-world they've grabbed. I don't think that Shinmyoumaru girl is from here, either. At least, I don't know anyone that can change size, like that! But... no, I haven't transformed yet, even if I did go offworld." She sighs. "'Helping' is harder than I thought it would be, and I didn't think it'd be easy," she laments. Turning towards Keiwa, "What about you?"
Dark Horses	"Oh. Alright..." Not a Kamen Rider, huh? Then why does he look like one? Well, whatever, it's not really his place to question it, especially since the Multiverse is pretty big and all. Armored heroes probably aren't all that uncommon. "My wish? Ahaha. Well, that's... You see..." Keiwa rubs the back of his head in embarrassment. Though he had put his wish on that card without much hesitation and what he assumed was some sort of resolution, it really was more like he had put it down without much tought. "World peace." No point in being embarrassed though, especially since it's not anything to really be ashamed of on first inspection. "What about you? Did you wish to get away from your parents?" It's about the only wish Keiwa can conclude that Neon would make, given that seems to be what most of her content is about, or what he catches from his sister, anyway. "Used my powers outside of the game? Well, errr, no. Not yet. I've still been kind of soaking this all in, honestly, if I'm gonna be honest." Keiwa's not exactly proud of this answer, and the more he thinks about it, the more he feels like disappearing. He, once again, proceeds to rest his head on the bar counter and sulk. He truly is hopeless at the moment.
Hamada Haru	//Transteam. . . Gun? Did your class change?// "Something like that. The principles of transformation are similar, but the transteam gun does not tap into the 'heart' for power fluctuations. I can grow neither more powerful or weaker as a consequence of emotional status," Haru explains, coolly. He doesn't sound impressed with the technology, in spite of the fact that it's obviously wondrous. "For somebody like myself, that's not a problem. Someone who relies more on the sheer power of their transformation, however, would be in trouble. I assume some similar function-array is in force where you're from, to draw that comparison." His expression changes minutely when it appears that he'll be waiting on the "Producer", but Haru doesn't express outward annoyance-- and ends up being pleasantly surprised by Girori's phone call. The HAMADA family seal is shortly after applied to the document; no signatures are really needed for it, but heaven help you if you don't have appropriate seals. The seal in Haru's hand vanishes into a puff of steam, shunted to some pocket dimension instead of replaced in his actual pocket. He's not going to deal with losing that thing. "Thanks for the drink. Been a while since I had one," he adds, only picking the lassi up and sipping at it with transparent interest. Girori is, of course, good at his job so it's bound to be good. This sort of ordinary exchange is fairly rare for people to witness from Haru, not because they're not fairly regular, but because people tend not to seek him out when he's in the middle of them. He's nodding in appreciation even before he's done wit hhis first sip. Only afterwards does he say, "I'll check out the VIP lounge some other time. If it's not a problem, I'll probably want to visit this place more often. I'm sure I'll want to have private conversations, but there's no point in being involved with people if you're not involved with people." Speaking of, he immediately glances back towards Neon. "Kurama, is it? 'Incentive' is a large part of why I chose to become involved from a sponsorship angle. Too many people will ask 'everything' for 'nothing'." "And some," he looks towards Keiwa, "will anonymously offer 'everything' for 'nothing'. There's nothing wrong with sincere selflessness, but I hope that it truly suits you."
Desire Stars	World peace. "Ehhh..." a noise of fond, impressed regard. "That's pretty noble," she says admiringly. What about you? Did you wish to get away from your parents? "Mm..." Kind of? "Not quite, but it's the kind of thing that'd probably end up that way anyway. I want... true love," she says. "I want to know what that feels like. You know?" Thanks for the drink. Been a while since I had one. "I'm pleased you like it," says Girori with a smile conveying a mote of quiet pride. 'Incentive' is a large part of why I chose to become involved from a sponsorship angle. Too many people will ask 'everything' for 'nothing'. And some will anonymously offer 'everything' for 'nothing'. There's nothing wrong with sincere selflessness, but I hope that it truly suits you. Neon rests her chin on one hand, given to another thoughtful frown. "You must have a lot of experience with that," she notes. "What do you get out of it? Even 'sincere selflessness'... well, people tend to do that because they want to be the kind of person that would, right? Is it... about 'being involved with people,' like you said?"
BB	Jinako, taken entirely aback by the 'Wave!', raises her own hand, though it's already balled into an anxious fist, so her wave is more a catspaw curl or trunk-nose bob. Her smile-back is awkward but genuine - she is more anxious than genuinely disabled about things. "Neon... Neon..." Jinako repeats, neh-on neh-on, and then the echo of her accomplice's signature performance alights where she knows the Kurama girl from: Streaming. "From Neon Channel? You're a livestreamer, right? I remember you from the new and trending charts! The escape story is...!--" Jinako lifts in excitedness to fangushing to asking about gimmick, and... 'Story'. Jinako Carigiri remembers her accomplice, and how her stream is not even slightly a story... "Aheh..." The brown-haired woman mumbles and paws at her hair. "Incentivizes using them, right. I remember, after looking through the phone menu. You could even stream it, couldn't you? Maybe as an alternate account? But it's... Kamen Rider..." Jinako hangs her head. But Keiwa lifts it, with-- "World Peace? That's a great wish!" Jinako goes flush-faced and wided eyed and pumps her fist, revived instantly. "That's the real kind of wish a hero should haven, isn't it? Hm hm, something big. Ah... But, can't power happen to you, as well? I was curious about what other people were recruited, and invited." Jinako places her palms down on her lap, rubbing the top of her raised ankle. "If you're both from this world, then, maybe look for something easy in a world that's got 'real monsters'? Like finding a place with, um, real skeletons. There's, um, you know... Places on the internet you can find that." With apparently, real bone boys to beat! Haru, with a transformation that does not use the heart, causes an over-glasses-rim look up at the taller man. "Ah... Yeah. 'Heroes' from my world come in, um... types. Changing from 'Rider' to 'Archer' isn't... unknown. They're still you, in the end... right?" There's a question there - she's not confirming reality. After ceasing to be 'Rider', and fighting with a gun, was he still the same man? Nodding along with Neon's question, Jinako gives wordless support to the further question of 'what do you get out of it?'. She adds... "Especially, since, you're not even using the powers you've been given."
Hamada Haru	"Mhm," Haru directs an acknowledging noise towards Girori. He doesn't quite smile, but there is a quirk at the corners of his lips for a moment. He continues to sip at the beverage while he listens to Neon attentively, though most of what she has to say isn't directed at him-- or isn't something he feels comfortable commenting on. It's not until she asks him the direct question of what he gets out of it that he eases the straw away from his lips and considers her closely. "Do you think that it's normal to expect somebody to be a 'hero' and also expect them to have a nine to five job?" He wonders, his tone lingering on the precipice between a regular question and a rhetorical question. Before any answer is offered, he continues, "That's not a struggle that I've dealt with, personally... but the expectations that are placed on heroes have always rankled me. If it comes to what I get out of it personally... honestly, I'd probably have to admit that I'm trying to make up for some mistakes I made, once. But a 'chance for a wish' in exchange for 'heroism'... that isn't a bad deal. Supporting that is easy for me... and staying at a distance simply isn't my style when it comes to certain things." Finishing his lassi off, he listens to what Jinako has to say about Neon, taking note of it. He wasn't aware of the identities of anyone beforehand-- he'll look into them later. Haru sets his glass down on the counter with a mildly heavy thunk of glass-against-surface, his eyes finding the ceiling as he's asked about the particulars of his identity. The change in his tone is palpable, but articulating the nature of it is difficult-to-impossible. "Though my mask is broken," Haru says, "I am a Kamen Rider. That is all there is to say of it."
BB	Jinako's identity outside the game has a mild presence as a German-Japanese dual national living in Japan. Despite having successful parents, she herself is a hikkikomori who does not participate in real life society, or at least did not before moving to her world's version of Hawai'i. There, she runs an inexplicably successful cooking blog / rantpage / otaku ramblings site at-times interspersed with ARG-quality postings or threads about various 'enigmas', deep mania dives on special interest, and long curry recipes. Rambling. Intelligence, the kind that comes from natural talent and cultivation, runs like shocks of rich ore through the junk rock of her scattered hobbies and the loud passivity of an affluent life. And there's some phonecamera video of her in the streets zorching Jamato in Tokyo. Jinako's palm squeezes her ankle, and her eyes droop. "It's not... a bad deal. I'm asking for... someone back. Someone important to me. But I have some abilities, so it's harder for me to be Kamen Rider. It's... weird, maybe, but it feels like 'Kamen Rider became me'." Jinako seems particularly appreciative - or thirsty for - the Lassi, shifting her lower-set leg out over the lip of the couch, sitting back and looking back up at Haru. "Kamen Rider became... Hamada-san." Jinako restates, a slightly curlylipped smile tugging at her softly blushing cheeks. "Was the mask holding you back?" In Jinako's hand is a small pink ID, highlit in gold yellow - displaying an elephant-head. "... This isn't... really a mask." Jinako's eyes look past, focus past the ID Core in her hand, towards Girori, at the bar. "Is it?"
Dark Horses	"True love? Do you really need a wish for that?" Keiwa openly thinks outloud as he now places his arms under his head. She's rich and beautiful right? So it shouldn't be too hard to find someone who loves her. Then again, if she was content with getting things she wanted money and beauty, he supposes she wouldn't be vlogging about her attempts to run away. "I think I kinda get it, maybe? Uh... W-Well good luck! You're- We're gonna need it." Turning his attention to Girori, he debates ordering something from the man, his head looking up at the staff member before he just rests it back down. Can't afford to get tipsy with the lie he told his sister, so he instead focuses his attention back to everyone else, his voice muffled from the sleeves of his DGP jacket. "I like to think it's a pretty good wish, too. And as for if it suits me..." What just kind of question is that? He guesses he kinda doesn't look like the kind of guy to want that, but still. "I think it does? I mean, you do a lot of volunteer work in your life, and you just kinda think that world peace would be pretty nice. That makes sense, right?"
Desire Stars	You could even stream it, couldn't you? Maybe as an alternate account? But it's... Kamen Rider... "The rules say 'don't spill about the DGP to normal people,'" says Neon, before Girori can. "But even if I could, I don't know... broadcasting 'heroism' just feels like it'd be weird, somehow." True love? Do you really need a wish for that? "Of course I do," says Neon, more defensively than she probably meant to--there's a pause, after it's uttered, realizing how quickly she'd said so. She sighs. "It's... I've thought about it a lot." She frowns. "Can I get one of those, please, Girori?" Girori nods and quietly gets to work preparing a lassi for Neon. Turning back to Keiwa, "When it comes to 'true love...'" she says. "I need to feel that from... someone who can look at me and see the me I'm being on purpose. Not the me I do for the camera, or the me my parents made up. And right now... too many things would have to change, for that to possible without a wish." Girori places Neon's lassi on the counter, with a little bow. "...that's really good! Thank you!" Do you think that it's normal to expect somebody to be a 'hero' and also expect them to have a nine to five job? Neon laughs a little. "Honestly, I don't," she says. "Even if... 'superheroes,' let's say, are always shown that way on TV or whatever." Supporting that is easy for me... and staying at a distance simply isn't my style when it comes to certain things. Neon smiles. "Glad to have your help, then," she says. "Naturally," says Girori, "As an 'Elite,' you're also welcome to assist against the Jyamato in person."
Hamada Haru	"I see," Haru says. Something about the 'bringing someone back' wish shuts him down decently. He doesn't inspect it too closely, and doesn't revisit it at all. He'd already said his piece on how he felt about the 'deal' of the DGP. He instead laser-focuses on the question about masks-- shaking his head. "No. Kamen Rider Tetra was empowered by a noxious thing that took lives without his input. It was better to sacrifice the mask forever than to be a Kamen Rider in name only. The mask, the suit, these are pageantry. A friendly face-- or an unfriendly one, depending on the design intent. Fun. Colorful. Non-threatening. I think that's important, but not as important as the underlying spirit." "To call yourself Kamen Rider is to be there when what transpires is unbearable. To be the unbearable thing is unacceptable." //True love? Do you really need a wish for that?// His head turns back towards Keiwa. "Love is not simple. It is complex, and often messy. More so if you are a person people believe they already know. As a Kamen Rider, it is something I have never bothered to trouble myself with. The possibility of tragedy is too high. And... there is nothing wrong with your wish. But it is... an answer that people give that they think is correct, rather than a wish that is truly commonly held. There are many ways to accomplish it, or accomplish it in effect. Some would be better for you than that raw wish itself." "So although it makes sense... I don't think I know you well enough to ascertain whether it's 'truly held' or 'what you think is the correct answer', and the gulf between those two things is vast," he concludes. //Glad to have your help, then// //... you're also welcome to assist against the Jyamato in person.// Hamada Haru looks between Girori and Neon, expression reverting to a frozen neutrality that is very definitely not a good thing to see from a guy like this. He makes an acknowledging noise, not quite a coherent affirmative. "It might be better if I don't," he says, "but we'll see." Reaching into his jacket, he fishes out a trio of business cards and in a decidedly too-casual fashion for a Japanese man who SHOULD have some sort of ritual with these things, slides one across the bar to Girori, flicks the other to Neon, and the last to Jinako. Sliding away from the bar, he asides to Keiwa, "We'll see about you, too. My advice is... stick with somebody else, even if it means you lose." "Bye," he says. Reaching into his jacket, Haru draws his transteam gun and sprays himself in a wide arc, his body vanishing into a mist that drifts away through the walls.
BB	Keiwa praises his wish, and Jinako continues to nod along but slower and slower as he speaks. The vibes are not good? "Um, sure, Keiwa, that makes sense, but do you think that you were recruited because of that wish? Something you think would be..." The shaggy brown bangs of the tank topped woman fall over her broad eyebrows, a darker expression on her face, as her eyes waver on Keiwa's stomach. Not his face - but on him. "'pretty nice'...?" While it is not, entirely, Keiwa's fault for the comment making Jinako feel a complex knot of things, Jinako wears her difficulty plainly on her face, tugging tight her brow and pursing closed her mouth, thin and wiggling in moving thought. "It's a good wish. I agree. I think people should want it." A 'but' hangs there, in her on her, squeezes her palm to white on her numbing ankle and pinkening foot. Stress. Hanging. She's not BB. Why did BB make her do this? In her other hand is her ID Core - the real reason why. The answer to her question, if she wasn't feeling a little conflicted about it. Was he a free ride? She couldn't have been a mistake, they went and found her in Luluhawa! There was a reason, a meaning, a source to this enigma -- and she would know! She was really one as well! Drawing in a slightly phlegmy nasal breath and clearing her throat, Jinako rolls her shoulders and lifts her hands deliberately to clap her cheeks with her palms. "O-kay!" It sounds forced, like a recovering trumpet. Necessary. "Well, if we can't stream it, would you all want to do something useful? I know a place with only low-class monsters that drop some useful parts for mages, so it's always in demand. And maybe something nice will drop! It's, you know, that kind of situation. If Haru comes, it'll be really easy. So we can practice Kamen Rider together! The... poses and fighting and stuff! Since we're all new it's normal for us to party up and bring a high level to make it easy, isn't it?" Jinako's Gamer Instincts are on full display with her 'humu humu', looking to Haru as-- '"Bye."' Jinako is surprised as the older Rider she's relying on to arrive, mask or not, turns into a MIST and LEAVES. "O-oh... He really is Archer-Class, now... That's so interesting..." She breathes, but then just looks to Keiwa and Neon. "So it's decided then? I'll get him back! Definitely, he won't miss it." There's good practice elsewhere -- even in the temple. What has this Foreigner cooked up???
Desire Stars	"Practice..." Neon repeats the word, in the silence that follows after Haru's abrupt departure. "I think that'd be great, actually," she concludes. "I have to admit, after seeing how... some of the other Riders here handle things, I could really use some. Starting with 'low level'..." She sighs with relief, after a brief recollection of her memories from the previous Grand Prix. "Michinaga and Ace seem like they already have so much figured out. The less 'catching up' I have to do against the Jyamato, the better." So it's decided then? I'll get him back! Definitely, he won't miss it. Neon nods, her head bobbing with the same spirited energy she tends to display on her streams. "It's decided," she repeats. Girori smiles, excusing himself quietly. Surely, he could have brought up the Temple's practice facilities. Is it odd, that he didn't? It could be, just maybe... Someone wants to let the Foreigner cook.