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The swirling rift began to spit out Riders, Goddesses, and whomever else that got pulled through...

Arifore lands atop a tall steel building as she watched people fall around. Despite the mishap, she was pleased. The area looking like an odd and rundown city. Rusted cars sit abandoned in the streets. The air quiet before they showed up.

"Fufuu. How lucky. Hmm?" Glancing down to a gem inlaid on the top of her hand before her wrist started...it glints and gives a faint pulse.

As the others fell, they too would notice they had a gem on their hand as well. This would be something that would connect them to unlikely allies as they landed all around the area...
The stones matching one other person around them.

Red eyes narrowing, fishing in her attire for yet another trick up her sleeve and finding it. A spell scroll of sorts to have her teleport away from the area for now...

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Stepping backwards, red eyes widen at the image that flashed across the screen. Looking to Asakura, then to Kotaro and then back.

This world was in for it now...

"Whats fun without a little risk-"
The timing of that loaded question was answered with that siren blaring.

"Hoh, what the hell is that-" Looking up and freezing in place a moment.

𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨. 𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙞𝙩...

That had to be it. There's no way that someone took out 𝙝𝙞𝙨 woman.

His chest felt like it was tightening. Eyes glued to the screen to watch as a second elimination came in almost immediately following.

Asakura tried to speak, his breathing coming in pants behind the Cobra themed helmet before he lets out a pained roar that carried in the open air.

Balding up his fist. It’s hard to explain: but rage and regret swelled in him. The entire reason he befriended this man was because what he saw in him was himself. Himself if he had not received the help he needed during his times of loss and the culling of kaijin. Or the heinous mutilations of experimentation undergone as a child. Him without people to rely on. This man, was a reflection of what could have been.

Reverting back..steam reveals his drawn out frown, and sullen gaze..

“Asakura..”

Right now, he only thinks that this man continues to endure more pain, even with him or others near. He’s tired of seeing him suffer, including the people around him.

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She was in terror and disbelief all in. On at the moment. It couldn't have been...

Bringing a hand up to wipe her eyes, Asakura's pained yelling causing her to jump out of her own thoughts. She was sure riders around this area where flinching as to what's to come.

Her eyes staying on Asakura. There's a multitude of feelings that hit her all at once.

Awaiting what would come next was something that people perhaps thought they could predict, considering what's just happened...not anymore.

Chika's expression nervous. The oracle Awaiting what would happen next.

A blind rage overcoming him.
This never would have happened if they wouldn't have gone to that stupid party...𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥.

She never would have gotten hurt by that idiot rider at the party...𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥.

She never would have been separated from him in the first place if they hadn't have come...𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥.

His hands clench and unclench whipping his head to look at Chika. If they didn't have to tend to her, he could have gotten to Compa already...

Deep breaths steaming up his helmet. He steps toward the green haired oracle. 𝘐𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘖𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦...𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘴

𝘚𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘝𝘦𝘯𝘵. Slowly stalking footsteps carrying him toward Chika. He'd take this world down...further back into the ruins that sat around them. And he's starting now.

“Henshin.”

His form quickens and driver rotates to shift, as he steps in front of him, halting.

“Asakura…I know nothing I say will calm you down. But you need to focus. I’m sorry, but I can’t let your rage win over your mind. We still don’t know the outcome if we win. Compa could be saved.” He’s spitballing. He doesn’t know anything.

“Do not make me stop you. Please. I need your help.”

Turning his head, he gestures for the other two to run.

“Take the disc and don’t look back. One of you may need it.”

Running over to Chika with wide eyes.

"Asakura-san! Compa wouldn't want this!! You know this!" A weak protest through tears before pulling Chika back further.

She heeded Kotaro's words and made to run with the oracle over toward the disc.

Her blood ran cold as his attention turned on her. Red eyes staring at both of the riders before her.

A small gasp when Kotaro came to stand in front of her and Nepgear. "You can't be serious..."

A hand tightening around Nepgears when she tugged her toward the disc.

"How can we find you again?!" Calling Kotaro as she moved to grab the disc. She's visibly trembling.

An inhuman bellow left him as he came in with his spiral saber, attempting wild and heavy blows. He's not paying mind to anyone's words here at the moment.

Staggering as his blade eventually met the earth when the black suited rider moved, leaving an opening for him to strike Asakura.

Each swing catches his chest with a sparking blow, stumbling back and weaving away from yet another swing, aiming a slash across him once open.

“I’ll find YOU. Get moving! If I don’t come back. You two just stick together. I’m sorry. I really am..”

Focusing on Asakura. If he can at least weaken enough for a retreat, he’d be better off. But it’s looking very not good right now..

"Come on, Chika-" pushing the Oracle forward and out of sight from the other two. Breaking into a run as the woods weren't far off.

So much spiraling out of control so fast.

"We have to get Kotaro-san help...somehow" her thought coming out in a rather weak tone.

That would be one of the worst ideas if they ran across the wrong team...

"But-" Nepgear leading them into the very beginning of the woods. Chika panting out as they ran without much direction.

"Are you crazy?!" Stopping and looking at her with a frown. Her tone was accidental, but still..."s-sorry. We need to go a little further and then stay put so he can find us"

Peering around the thickly wooded area.

One of the slashes landed knock his sword from his hand.

He doesn't care, he comes at his friend with frenzied haymakers. His stance sloppy and wide open. Yells coming from him varying in volume.

"HIT ME!" almost begging for a blow that would end his misery at this point.

Tossing his blade, he guards and takes a punch despite how reckless his form is, parrying and striking twice against his chest with two punches.

“Asakura!!”

Grabbing his shoulders into a lock, his head bashing against his to keep them in this arm lock.

For a moment, his vision briefly sees Shadowmoon, before the familiar purple suit returns again..

“You’ve lost so much. This whole damn thing is meant to tear us down. Render you an animal, and wipe us out. You have to keep fighting. Isn’t that what you want!? It’s what you’ve always wanted. To fight. She would want you to keep fighting. You’ve done this before..there could be an end goal that can save her..but I cannot do this without you dammit. Don’t force me to do this again.”

There was already one person he’s lost and had to confront. He does -not- want another Nobuhiko. He can’t do this again.

“I’m not asking you to quell your anger…if you’re angry, and you want it all done..then kill me here and now. We’ll go out on your terms. And both be damned.”

"Yeah...you're right. I'm sorry." Her tone slightly hushed.

This whole thing...for what, for riders to eliminate not just others of their kind but CPUs? Makers? Overlords?

Purple eyes closing with a shaky breath.

Turning to hug the other girl's shoulders. She huffs out at the insanity of this whole situation before looking at Nepgear.

"Come on. I think I hear some running water"

His back to back punches make him hunch- easier for that grab to be placed on him.

"More! Don't stop now-" their helmets bashing off one another momentarily gives him a moment of a blip of his nurse.

His yells stopping as his chest heaved. Somewhat listening to his friend.
Asakura struggles but that only makes the grip on him tighten. He grunts before staying stilled.

A huff through his helmet before he tries to stomp his heel onto his foot to break free.

What little sanity the man had was on an almost needle thin thread. He had nothing left to lose.

Hell yeah fighting was a priority, but...what outcome would there be now?

A tease to bring her back...would that help?

"Grk-." Faltering to a knee, letting the other break free. He rises to sling jab after jab, a knee strike, a reverse kick! Anything to throw him out of this darkness!

"This what you want?"

Throwing another swing of his fist!

"This gonna help you at all..? Why not kill me? Because you want to die, don't you? You don't care what it takes. Living or dead, you just want to see her. That's it right?"

Attempting to grasp his armor to drag him in close.

"I get it!! I get it. . I think I'm the only one you know who gets it.."

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"Water? Thank goodness. Some normalcy, I hope..."

Her gem pulsing and causing irritation to her form. She could only guess they were still at it.

"Hang in there, guys"

Red eyes turning soft. Hopeful...

They walk on despite some wear and tear at their partners exchanging blows. Chika looking up when she spotted what looked like a massive laser beam was fired into the air miles out from where they were.

"What the-"

Clearly there were more fights going on around them.

Takeshi Asakura.

Family Annihilator. Murderer.

'Dark' Kamen Rider.

This man who has one of the most untouchable killing streaks and was a powerhouse inside or out of his armor...

He was 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜. And this pain was foreign. He's never experienced anything like this. What was this? He'd felt the pain of dying and this was worse.

His armor beginning to take harder hitting dents as he was kicked away, skidding several yards in against the ground, throwing up dirt before his body came to rest.

His armor slowly fizzling. A warning he's over expended it for quite a while.
His visor cracked, allowing him to look up at the sky a moment.

How could someone have such a hold on him? 𝙃𝙞𝙢?! 𝙊𝙛 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚.

He felt sick. Pained. Feverish with hatred that he had bit back when he met her and their bond began to strengthen.

A million thoughts all within seconds as he lay there before Kotaro delivered another punch to him before lifting him up by his own chest plate.

Hearing his friend's pleas, his armor shattered as if on cue. Takeshi's long limbs like noodles, sinking into the other mans grip with a laugh. One of pain.

His dark eyes filling with tears that didn't dare fall because that would have him admit that she was gone. And that he was truly weak. That he was capable of care. Of loving someone.

His laughter carries much like his yells and screams did prior.

He looks to his friend's visor before he rears his head back-then forward to headbutt his helmet, knocking himself out.

For the moment, he merely watches..holding him up from collapsing, unable to make out words. But before he can even utter a thing more. . a sharp headbutt collides with his own helm, seeing the man having knocked himself clean out..

"T-tss.." Hand to his head..

"..You bastard. How the hell is your head that hard.." Reverting back to normal, sweat glistening his face with an overall exasperated look. He looks down towards him, kneeling down to gently ease him up and over his shoulders..

"..I swear.." Coughing a bit, he starts to walk onward.

' 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥. 𝘕𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺..

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘉𝘶𝘵..

𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴. 𝘉𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘊𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘊𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘫𝘰𝘺.

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯? 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘴. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘺. . '

A groan, thoughts leaving him for the moment..

"We're so screwed." Speaking cheekily, as he concentrates his enhanced hearing on distant soft voices..

"I have to find the girls.."

A small gasp. "It's a ways out...so we should be okay" Although her tone didn't reassure herself much.

Rubbing her head with a small frown, then looking to her gem. "I-I think they're done" a finger tapping it.

"We're both still alive to tell the tale." That's something a wry smile.

"Then let's stay put a moment. Just in case" a huff of air. She's upright, but feeling fatigue due to her partner as well as her illness.

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