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towerofanimus2012-08-08 11:33 pm
its_space_time) wrote in towerofanimus2012-08-08 11:33 pm
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COME ON. SWITCH ON.
Characters: Gentarou and YOU.
Setting: Room 1-20, Dorm Halls, Cafeteria, Floor Eleven
Format: Starts prose, will follow whatever!
Summary: Gentarou gets up and about, and tries to figure out just what the hell is going on.
Warnings: None so far, will update if necessary.
*Room 1-20
Once the paralysis wore off, Gentarou launched off and over the side of his bed like a bolt of lightning. All this served was to leave his face planted right into the floor. Not exactly the most graceful waking, but he was pretty confused, in all fairness.
After a few moments of this, Gentarou managed to find his legs and fumble around until he discovered the trunk at the end of his bed. Inside it resided clothes, his Fourze Driver, and ... well, he figured those were all forty(one) of his Astro Switches.
And hair gel.
...
Yeah, that was even more confusing.
He hastily dressed himself, trying to piece things together in his mind. The last thing he remembered, he'd defeated the Gemini Horoscope... They'd returned to the Rabbit Hutch...
Rising up and not yet loading up his Driver, he finally took notice of the letter addressed to him.
Then, he read it.
There were a few moments where he stood there, slack jawed and in shock. If what this was saying was true, then everyone was...
He eased less than a minute later, crumpling the paper in his fist and shaking his head.
No. He couldn't, he wouldn't believe that. Even as his mind tried to wrap itself around the possibility, he tried to punt it right out of his mind. He'd come back from oblivion himself, and he'd sure as hell noticed it when it happened.
There was no way.
...right?
With an audible groan, he slapped his forehead.
First thing was first.
"Where the hell AM I?!"
-
*Dorm Hallways
Now armed with his loaded Driver tucked in his jacket and an assortment of Switches, Gentarou stalked out of his room like he owned the joint. It had taken a serious self pep talk, but for the moment he was trying not to let the worries about his friends and world stop him.
He wouldn't stop worrying about those things, but if he concentrated on them that would grind him to a halt. He had to have tunnel vision, if only for a little while. He had to figure out just what was going on. Thus, he moved out, looking for anyone who would listen to him.
Hell, even if they didn't want to, he wouldn't give them much a choice.
-
*Cafeteria
...but even the most steadfast hunt for the truth isn't going to work on an empty stomach.
Gentarou made a face as he sat at a table, stirring the bland looking oatmeal sitting before him.
He made an even bigger face as he tried eating it.
Suddenly, he was seriously missing Amanogawa High's cafeteria.
-
*Floor Eleven
Eventually, after eating and wandering around and wondering just what kind of crazy mad scientist could have concocted this place, Gentarou made his way to the 11th Floor, and stared out at the open air.
He pursed his lips and slapped the NS Magphone shut after the umpteenth time of trying to get a signal on it and getting just ... nothing. Diddly squat.
Thus, he pulled out his Driver.
From pretty much anywhere nearby, anyone could well have taken notice of an explosion of energy and an energetic shout, before the white armored Kamen Rider Fouze stood in Gentarou's place.
Reaching down to the Driver, he flipped the black switch on the far left side.
[RADAR ON]
There was another flash around the gauntlet of Fourze's left arm, as the Radar Module appeared on it. He thrust it into the air as he attempted to activate it.
"C'mon, Kengo!" he shouted, frustration seeping into his voice. "Pick up the damned phone!"
Several moments passed, but... nothing. Not even any indication that the damned thing was even working beyond its activation.
He gave a dejected sigh, and slowly lowered his arm - eventually, after a few minutes. Not bothering to untransform, Fourze squatted down and looked out. He stayed like that for a good while.
Setting: Room 1-20, Dorm Halls, Cafeteria, Floor Eleven
Format: Starts prose, will follow whatever!
Summary: Gentarou gets up and about, and tries to figure out just what the hell is going on.
Warnings: None so far, will update if necessary.
*Room 1-20
Once the paralysis wore off, Gentarou launched off and over the side of his bed like a bolt of lightning. All this served was to leave his face planted right into the floor. Not exactly the most graceful waking, but he was pretty confused, in all fairness.
After a few moments of this, Gentarou managed to find his legs and fumble around until he discovered the trunk at the end of his bed. Inside it resided clothes, his Fourze Driver, and ... well, he figured those were all forty
And hair gel.
...
Yeah, that was even more confusing.
He hastily dressed himself, trying to piece things together in his mind. The last thing he remembered, he'd defeated the Gemini Horoscope... They'd returned to the Rabbit Hutch...
Rising up and not yet loading up his Driver, he finally took notice of the letter addressed to him.
Then, he read it.
There were a few moments where he stood there, slack jawed and in shock. If what this was saying was true, then everyone was...
He eased less than a minute later, crumpling the paper in his fist and shaking his head.
No. He couldn't, he wouldn't believe that. Even as his mind tried to wrap itself around the possibility, he tried to punt it right out of his mind. He'd come back from oblivion himself, and he'd sure as hell noticed it when it happened.
There was no way.
...right?
With an audible groan, he slapped his forehead.
First thing was first.
"Where the hell AM I?!"
-
*Dorm Hallways
Now armed with his loaded Driver tucked in his jacket and an assortment of Switches, Gentarou stalked out of his room like he owned the joint. It had taken a serious self pep talk, but for the moment he was trying not to let the worries about his friends and world stop him.
He wouldn't stop worrying about those things, but if he concentrated on them that would grind him to a halt. He had to have tunnel vision, if only for a little while. He had to figure out just what was going on. Thus, he moved out, looking for anyone who would listen to him.
Hell, even if they didn't want to, he wouldn't give them much a choice.
-
*Cafeteria
...but even the most steadfast hunt for the truth isn't going to work on an empty stomach.
Gentarou made a face as he sat at a table, stirring the bland looking oatmeal sitting before him.
He made an even bigger face as he tried eating it.
Suddenly, he was seriously missing Amanogawa High's cafeteria.
-
*Floor Eleven
Eventually, after eating and wandering around and wondering just what kind of crazy mad scientist could have concocted this place, Gentarou made his way to the 11th Floor, and stared out at the open air.
He pursed his lips and slapped the NS Magphone shut after the umpteenth time of trying to get a signal on it and getting just ... nothing. Diddly squat.
Thus, he pulled out his Driver.
From pretty much anywhere nearby, anyone could well have taken notice of an explosion of energy and an energetic shout, before the white armored Kamen Rider Fouze stood in Gentarou's place.
Reaching down to the Driver, he flipped the black switch on the far left side.
[RADAR ON]
There was another flash around the gauntlet of Fourze's left arm, as the Radar Module appeared on it. He thrust it into the air as he attempted to activate it.
"C'mon, Kengo!" he shouted, frustration seeping into his voice. "Pick up the damned phone!"
Several moments passed, but... nothing. Not even any indication that the damned thing was even working beyond its activation.
He gave a dejected sigh, and slowly lowered his arm - eventually, after a few minutes. Not bothering to untransform, Fourze squatted down and looked out. He stayed like that for a good while.
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"And what do they have to say for themselves? This place?"
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"Some guys might be grateful for that," he muttered, placing his hands on the table and pushing himself up to his feet. "But if it meant everyone in my world was gone-"
Something he didn't yet believe.
"-that trade off ain't gonna work."
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"Come here, huh...?"
Abruptly, he shot up out of his seat and slapped his free hand on the table.
"Then maybe they're already here! Or someone from my world knows something!"
He grinned, and took a step back. He had just the idea of how to look for them, too.
"Thanks! I think I know what I gotta do now."
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"Put 'er there!"
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"We've gotta have buddies in a place like this, so if you need anything, just gimme a yell, got it?"
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He gave a laugh, and swept a hand back across the outside of his hair. "Not a problem! Now, I gotta check some stuff out around here."
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Not that it would work out, but hey. It's the thought that counts.