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Post by Aaron Cavett on Jan 26, 2014 14:26:20 GMT -6
Aaron stepped out of the rather large Cavett Corp. building and took a deep breath. he had just had to sit through a three hour business meeting, and he needed a break. "I'm a multimillionaire, I should be sitting by a pool somewhere sipping one of those stupid fruity umbrella drinks. Instead I'm spending my day dealing with unreasonable idiots who don't know the definition of the word 'no'." He mumbled to himself as he messed with his tie. It was something about a request from a land developer to use their leal department, in order to get a hold of a piece of Central Park. "Maybe if I throw a hundred bucks out the window, the bastard will follow it." He lamented to himself as he sat down on a bench by the street, trying to clear his head. It was going to be a long day, and for once, he wished for something large and clawed to start attacking people so he could just get out of this meeting.
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Post by Owen Macleod on Jan 26, 2014 15:58:38 GMT -6
Owen had just spent the better half of his day selling a fine old sword to a rather fussy old woman. He was sorry to see it go. It was a fine piece. Yet, such was life. After finalising the sale and watching the old woman leave with the sword, all he could do, besides wonder why an octogenarian would have need of an antique sword, was wander through the streets despondently and wonder why he was still in the antiques business when he was irritated any time he sold something.
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Post by Aaron Cavett on Jan 26, 2014 16:36:36 GMT -6
After cooling off for a few minutes, Aaron decided it was time to head back and finish the meeting. Hopefully the guy would take the hint before he had to call in security. That would probably put a damper on the business relationship. However, just as he was about to reenter the building, out of the corner of his eye he saw a guy in a suit with a briefcase speaking to a teenager. The man handed the boy something before walking away. The boy walked off, looking at whatever it was in his hands with a huge smile. Aaron was tempted to go after the dealer, but he knew that the boy would be the bigger problem down the line.
He pulled out his phone and hit the speed-dial. "Maya, I'll be late." He said as he followed the boy down the street. "Just saw a kid buy a you-know-what. I'm gonna try and get it from him, then find out where the dealer went. No, I don't think I'll be needing the sword. Yes I'm sure, who's the rider here?!" He snapped at his assistant before hanging up. The kid looked back and noticed Aaron following him, and took off. "Shit!" He said under his breath, running after the boy. The boy dodged Owen as he was walking down the street, but unfortunately Aaron wasn't so lucky, running right into the man and taking him down with him."Sorry." He muttered as he got up and continued his pursuit of the dopant-to-be.
(hope this is okay. btw, love the Highlander references)
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Post by Natsumi Sonozaki on Jan 26, 2014 17:13:39 GMT -6
"What? He sold a GaiaMemory to a kid?" Natsumi nearly shouted, but thankfully didn't. "We don't do that, you know!" Only one other Dealer saw it that way. "See to it that he's caught, I'll go in search of the kid." she says, heading out of the Corp building where she had recently arrived after a long flight, and gets in a limousine, instructing the driver to drive. They aren't nearby but will get closer.
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Post by Owen Macleod on Jan 27, 2014 8:19:46 GMT -6
Owen gave the young 'un a quick glance, but paid him no notice. Of course, when he was run into, he went down, hitting the floor pretty hard. All he got was a rushed apology. He didn't mind, though. He just got up and continued walking.
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Post by Aaron Cavett on Jan 27, 2014 20:40:03 GMT -6
Aaron chased the boy until he turned into an alley, leading up to a dead end. The teenager looked at Aaron, obviously a bit frightened, as he gripped the GaiaMemory tightly in one hand. Aaron adjusted his tie a bit before he spoke. "You know, this is a pretty expensive suit, and it definitely wasn't meant for chasing kids." He said, attempting humor.
The teen took a step back. "G-get away from me, this is mine! I bought it!" The kid said, holding up the GaiaMemory, which in the light was revealed to be an orange red, and had the letter B stylized to look like it was on fire.
Aaron rolled his eyes. "Whatever you paid for it, I'll give you double, provided you tell me where I can find the dealer." He said, trying to be reasonable, but beginning to lose his patience nonetheless. "Trust me when I say, these things create more problems than they solve."
The boy just shook his head and, without warning, pressed the button on the memory.
BURN
He jabbed it into the Living Connector on his wrist, and his body was wrapped in flame. When it passed, he had been fully transformed into a mechanical-looking dopant, with his hands replaced by flame-throwers. He lifted both arms and aimed at Aaron, who had already taken out his memory. Aaron ran out of the alley and rolled to the side just as a huge blast of fire came from the alley. Bystanders started running in every direction as the Dopant walked out. Aaron then noticed that he was short one Accel memory, which was currently laying on the ground behind the dopant. Shit shit shit shit. He thought to himself, trying to think of a way to get around the enraged Dopant in front of him.
(not the most original setup, but it's all i've got)
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Post by Owen Macleod on Jan 28, 2014 7:39:02 GMT -6
Owen was about halfway down the street, when he smelled burning. In his experience, the smell of burning was never a good smell. Ever. He turned his head slightly, and saw the mayhem as it progressed. Were it anything less than a monster attack, he would have just walked away, but not now. People were in danger, and that would not do.
The good thing about New York is that there are many spaces for a man to change his form whenever he wanted. Being a Rider, Owen knew several of these places, and only one on this street had any kind of reflective surface.
Once the deed was done, he emerged as Kamen Rider Raia, activating the Swing Vent card, and bringing his whip to bear around the Dopant's neck.
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Post by Aaron Cavett on Jan 29, 2014 21:05:33 GMT -6
The burn dopant was just about to blast Aaron again when the whip went around his neck. He grasped at it, chocking as he tried to free himself. He took aim at the newcomer and blasted another jet of fire at him.
Aaron took advantage of the momentary distraction to run for his memory. He looked over at the other rider. He didn't seem to have a GaiaMemory, but as log as he was helping, Aaron wasn't about to question his origins. Thankfully, at this point the civilians had cleared out, so there was no threat to his secret identity. He threw the Accel Memory in the air and strapped on his driver, catching the GaiaMemory as it fell and pressing the button.
ACCEL
He placed the memory in the slot on top of his belt and revved up the throttle. A ring of light appeared in front of him and his armer quickly materialized around him. He looked at the other rider. "Thanks for the help, but I can take this from here." He said before charging at the dopant, kicking him three times in the abdomen in quick succession. While it could be taken as a boast, Aaron's statement was more rooted in the fact that he didn't know what would happen to the human within if a dopant was defeated by something besides a Maximum Drive.
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Post by Owen Macleod on Jan 30, 2014 7:37:04 GMT -6
Yeah, no chance. Owen found himself thinking. He was involved in this fight, and he was going to stay in it until it ended.
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Post by Natsumi Sonozaki on Jan 31, 2014 14:21:58 GMT -6
The limousine arrives near the battle, and Natsumi gets out, strapping on her lost Driver and using the Tiger memory, transforming and jumping up to the roof to look down into the alley. There was the Burn Dopant, along with a strange Rider..and that guy. She remembered that he was one of the more wanted by internal Museum cables, getting in their way a lot. She'd watch for now and see what happens..
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Post by Aaron Cavett on Jan 31, 2014 18:01:57 GMT -6
The burn dopant finally broke free of the whip and fired at Owen with one hand and Aaron with the other, the latter barely escaping the flame. He moved beside the other rider. "If you want to stay, fine, but let me finish the job, alright. I'm not sure if you'll be able to destroy the memory and not the kid." He said simply, hoping the other rider wasn't the "all monsters deserve to die" types. Then he smirked. "Not to mention the fact that I don't like other people stealing my spotlight."
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Post by Owen Macleod on Feb 1, 2014 12:23:13 GMT -6
"What's to steal?" Owen half-smirked, twirling the end of his whip in his hand. This one seemed cocky. From his experience, cocky people tended to end up falling on their faces.
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