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          Oh boy. Kintaros was slightly prepared for this. It was a new concept for him, having to see people react to his true body. Back home, he could just stay on Denliner all day and no one would ever question a thing. Not here, though. He was definitely on the stranger end of the spectrum, so he couldn’t blame the girl for asking questions. Instead, he happily gave her the answers she awaited.

          “My name’s Kintaros. I’m an Imagin! We’re a race of time travelling creatures with the ability to possess others. When I possess one, I grant them immense strength!”, Kintaros explained, stroking his own strength for a moment while he was at it. Now that he thought about it... He hadn’t tried to possess anyone since he arrived. Was he even able to still possess people? Maybe he could convince this girl to let him try it on her. “Who are you, if I may ask?”, Kintaros questioned back. It was only fair, though. He did answer her questions. He’d play it as nice as possible so he could get on her good side and attempt a possession.

Crowds make me cry! - Kintaros/Lucy

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Marshal Kintaros Must Cry! - Kintaros/Jouji

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                  Kintaros was out and about when he spotted a rather confused looking man, eyeing a map in his hands up and down. Maybe Kintaros could be of some use? For once, he was in a sector that he knew fairly well. It was his time to shine! Kintaros approached the man, slapping his thighs as he stood his ground in front of him.

          “Why hello! You seem rather lost, eh?”, Kintaros questioned the man, making sure that he needed help in the first place before actually trying to help him out.

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Murder is bad, even for bats - Kintaros/Wataru

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          Kintaros was having a rather enjoyable day. The weather was nice, he hadn’t broken anything yet, and things were just pretty calm. Kintaros couldn’t ask for a more relaxing day in sector 6. He was taking a walk, the fur around his neck rustling softly against the winds in the park. Kintaros turned his head, looking out to the other park goers who seemed to be at ease. Kintaros saw a child giving him a strange look, and sent a wave in his direction. He couldn’t gain a rep as a bad guy around here! Or at least, he thought he couldn’t. He brought his arm down from the wave, and felt his arm smack a small object, and he heard clattering on the ground behind him. Kintaros gasped turning on a heel and finding a small yellow bat on the ground at his feet. Kintaros dropped to his knees immediately, hoping the bat would survive the smack.

         “Are you okay my friend?! Speak to me!”, Kintaros shouted out, the small robotic bat giving no response at first. “What a shame... this animal’s spirit leaves this world and no one bats an eye...”, Kintaros managed to make a pun, even in this dark time of grieving. He saw a rather shy looking kid off to the side of the murder scene. “W-was he your friend?! I’m so sorry!”, Kintaros pleaded from his knees, hoping that he’d be forgiven.

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Jaws 4: The Rhino Strikes - Suigetsu/Kintaros

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          Kintaros was slowly adjusting to most of the strange things citta had to offer him, but it was only little by little. Sometimes, Kintaros would meet some interesting people through their odd traits. Of course, he was pretty odd himself, but in his perspective, he was always the normal one. Today, Kintaros wasn’t sure who he’d meet, or what strange sight he’d see. The answer was soon shining right in his face. It seemed to be a land shark. Or at least, a boy sporting the teeth of a land shark. 

         Kintaros walked up on the boy, leaning a bit too close to his mouth to inspect his razor sharp molars. “Eh? How’d you manage to get teeth as shark as that?”, Kintaros made a pun about the sea bound carnivore, scratching a bit at his chin. He surely couldn’t of cut them that way, unless the boy was that brave. “You must be pretty tough, to sport around a pair of dentures like those!”, Kintaros observed, standing straight up now, giving the boy a pat on the shoulder. 

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Crowds make me cry! - Kintaros/Lucy

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          Kintaros had made a grave mistake coming to Sector 5 in the dead of the afternoon. It was so crowded, and Kintaros didn’t handle crowds all too well at all. It made him rather nervous, and he felt like he’d end up hurting someone at any moment, with just one wrong movement. He’d come to buy a new coffee table, considering he’d smashed the one in his apartment currently. How was he supposed to know it wouldn’t support his legs kicked up on it? Kintaros decided to stray away and seat himself on a bench, gently. Had he sat down any faster, he would have sent the girl sitting on the other end of it flying into the air, more than likely.

          Kintaros decided he’d introduce himself, as it was the polite thing to do when you smack yourself down on a bench next to someone. “Hello there! I hope you don’t mind my company for the moment! These crowds... they nearly bring tears to my eyes!”, Kintaros admitted, pretending to wipe a tear from his “eye”. “The name’s Kintaros, and I don’t supposed you’d know of a furniture store nearby?”, he asked, hoping he could get the fastest route there and get out without hurting anyone.

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(( hey everybody!! so, for the second time, kin got accepted right before a con weekend, so i’m here with a starter call now!! i’ll cap this at FIVE! get to liking to RP with the strongest time travelin monster around!! ))

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        Kintaros set Ryoutaro down after a quick swing around with the boy, and noticed he didn’t reflect the same amount of overwhelming joy. He took a look down to find Momotaros attempting to punch straight through his leg while being composed of sand. Kintaros knelt down to Momotaros’ level, his large visor of an eye meeting with the small, angry sand castle that was Momotaros. 

        “Ah, Momo, lacking form, I see.”, Kintaros said, thankful that he couldn’t feel any of the powdery punches the fellow Imagin was throwing at his chest. Kintaros raised a hand, giving a flick to Momotaros’ head, and flinging a chunk of sand straight off, sending the Imagin into a rage. Kintaros chuckled and rose, facing Ryoutaro, arms crossed and voice as gentle as ever. 

         “It fills me with joy meeting with you again, Ryoutaro! Do you know if the others have made it as well? Ura and Ryuu?” Kintaros asked, giving a slight stroke to his chin, wondering just how the hell they all ended up in a place like this. Maybe DenLiner held a piece in it?

Your memory has made me cry! - Kintaros/Ryoutaro

『 I smell an Imagin nearby. 』

The moment Ryoutaro heard Momotaros’ words echo through his head, he braced himself for the imminent loss of control of his body.

『 What tha heck are ya standin’ ‘round for? Didn’tcha hear what I jus’ said? 』

「 … You’re not going to try to fight it? 」

『 … Nah. 』

Despite how nonchalant Momotaros’ reply was, Ryoutaro could tell he was sulking a little bit. The Imagin had, it seemed, finally learned his lesson since the last time he’d sensed an Imagin. Third time’s a charm, he supposed?

『 So are ya gonna get movin’ or what? The Imagin’s a lil’ further ahead. 』

「 R-Right! 」

With Momotaros’ (half-hearted) directions, Ryoutaro – sure enough – found himself face-to-face with an… odd sight. Like the other Imagin they’d met in Hive City, this one didn’t seem to be harming anyone or causing any destruction. Well, any intentional destruction, anyway.

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         “Energetic is barely enough to describe this strength!”, Kintaros shouted, mimicking a sumo move. When he extended his hand quickly, he smashed through a street post, sending it down. Kintaros slowly retracted his hand, and returned to a very fixed posture. He coughed into a hand, and looked back to Madara.

        “Uh... That was there when we arrived!”, Kintaros said, and if he could wink he would in this situation. 

Madara looked at the man strangely slightly annoyed he didn’t really want to be anywhere near this man, even he himself Uchiha Madra the name that brought fear on anyone just by saying it did not want anything to do whit this batshit crazy man. 

‘’U-Uchiha… Madara.. ughh seems that you’re quite the energetic one..?’’

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                                    Hive City, in Your Hands!

The Kamen Rider Club (henceforth referred to as the KRC) is a club whose main focus is to protect Hive City from those that may harm those without any special abilities or means to protect themselves. While there are numerous other special organizations based in Hive City, the KRC is the first to be made specifically by, and for, the heroes known as Kamen Riders.

That doesn’t mean that you have to be a Kamen Rider, however. Everyone, regardless of special skills or otherwise, is welcome. You all have a place in the KRC, and you are all very important to us!

                                   — Purpose — Code of Conduct —                                           — Members — Apply —

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          “I am Kintaros! The strongest Imagin within this city! My strength is so great that it could bring a tear to your eye!”, Kintaros shouted, slightly flexing at the man, and slapping his hands against his thighs as a sumo would. “I guess normal isn’t quite the word for myself... Who might you be, my friend?”, Kintaros asked the ninja before him, raising his hand and delivering a small point of the finger. 

    Madara fell back some as he wasn’t really paying attention as well, he stood up brushing his armor looking at the strange creature or man, not really interested in him as much Madara waved it off. 

‘’….It’s fine I suppose I wasn’t paying attention to begin with..’’ 

‘’Who might you be? You don’t seem to be something normal then again this city doesn’t surprise me at all anymore.’’ 

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          Kintaros had tried to figure out Sector 001 again. He’d get the hang of it soon enough. He turned a corner, only to bump into a strange man in samurai garb. He could get behind it. When bumped, Kintaros knocked the man back a few feet. 

          “Apologies! I did not see you there!”, Kintaros came forth first with an apology, pointing to the man. 

Madara began to wander the streets of sector 001 hours passing by as the builds shift having been stripped of everything, it did not matter to him he only just wanted to know what will happen now? Would he just have to remain on the run or follow the path he chose. 

‘’…. I don’t know what to do now.. could I truly be stuck here?’’

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          Kintaros noticed the jump from the boy when he tapped his shoulder, and a sense of worry fled over his face as well. Kintaros was still getting used to getting strange looks, considering most of the people whoever saw him were on DenLiner and DenLiner alone. He listened to the boys instructions. He tilted his head down to the map when he pointed, but this map meant almost nothing to him. 

          “Ah, I see... Gotou? Right, Gotou! I’ll need your assistance to lead me to the District!”, Kintaros said, standing from the bench, and pointing to the map. Kintaros went to grab it to take a look for himself, and ended up tearing it straight in half. Kintaros looked down to the map, then back to Gotou. Down to the map again, and then back to Gotou, who was returning a very unsatisfied look. “I uh... I needed a tissue, your directions made me cry.”, Kintaros said sheepishly, rubbing the torn paper across the visor slit that was his eye. He balled what was left and threw it behind him.

          “Now I will truly need your help, Gotou!”

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   After being cooped up in his apartment in sector 2 for so long, a shopping trip was exactly what Gotou needed to get out- so he made his way out slowly, an hour and a half train ride, to the loud and bustling sector 5. 

 It didn’t take long for him to get tired out. He’d only wandered for a few minutes before the crowd became too much for him to handle. 

 Sitting down to catch his breath and to get away from most of the people milling on the streets, he pulled out the small map he kept on his person.

  A tap on his shoulder and he jumped, looking up from his map in alarm, alarm that only grew when he saw what had grabbed his attention. His first thought was Greeed, then it was “Yummy?” and then alarm became confusion when it - he? - seemed rather friendly.

“Uh, Kintaros… -san?” He blinked. “District Epsilon is under this sector, I believe. There’s an entrance in an old library, around here.” Gotou pointed to it’s approximate location on the map in his hands. He’d been there himself not too long ago.

“Oh, my name is Gotou - Shintaro Gotou.” Kintaros had introduced himself already, so it seemed rude not to do the same in return.

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Your memory has made me cry! - Kintaros/Ryoutaro

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          Kintaros almost immediately realized it was a bad idea to visit Sector 1. He had been scoping out new sectors, trying to get used to the lay of the land. He’d met a few interesting people along the way, but he definitely wasn’t out there about it. Kintaros tried to take as many back ways as he could through sectors, trying to keep out of the way of people as to refrain from accidentally hurting anyone. Kintaros was a big guy and needed his space, after all. He had only been in Sector 1 for a short amount of time, and before he could even react, buildings began to shift. 

          Kintaros tried not to worry as he saw all of the routes he had taken get switched up, buildings now blocking his path. Kintaros let out a big huff, shoulders dropping slightly. Things were tough without DenLiner, that’s for sure. He took a walk a bit farther down the path he was on, noticing apartments around him now. He envied those who got to live above ground. District Epsilon was... interesting, for sure. Lot’s of old books and junk. It was a shame Kintaros didn’t read all too much. Luckily his living quarters was good enough for sleeping, and sleep he did. In fact, he probably could go for a quick nap right now. 

          Kintaros walked over to a bench nearby, plopping down onto it, and near breaking it straight in half. He fell to the floor, busting his ass in the process. Kintaros looked up from the rubble of his half of the bench, rubbing the back of his head. “A little too quick with the descent...”, Kintaros observed his own actions, but then froze when he saw the figure across the street that was staring him down. It was him, his own host and one of his best friends. Ryoutaro! Although he seemed scared, maybe confused? That came across as strange to Kintaros, but it didn’t matter at that point! Kintaros jumped up from the broken bench and shouted out to the boy across the street.

          “Ryoutaro! Ryoutaro thank goodness you’re here! You’re safe too! I’m so glad!”, Kintaros shouted as he ran up to Ryoutaro, giving him the tightest hug he could and lifting him straight off the ground. “It’s so good to see you, my friend!”, Kintaros said, a very positive ring to his voice. He swung Ryoutaro around one quick time and set him down on the ground. He was met with a very confused face, and wondered what could be the cause of his confusion.

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The Imagin fell asleep, missing anything Ryuusei had said. 

Name: Kintaros!

Are you a Kamen Rider? If so, which one? If not, how did you hear about Kamen Riders?: Yes! Although I’m missing my own Den-o belt right now… but I can possess Ryoutaro’s Den-o to give him Ax form! It’s strong! Very strong! Enough to make you cry!

Special Talent: Making people cry with my tremendous amounts of strength! I can also sleep through anything.

Why do you want to join the KRC?: It’s the only club with members strong enough to give me a challenge!

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          Tired. Kintaros seemed tired more and more as of late. Things had just been... slow, on Denliner. Sure Momotaros was always riled up and yelling about something, but being freed from Ryoutaro slowed things down quite a notch for the Imagin crew. Urataros constantly attempted to sway Naomi, and Ryuutaros stayed on the floor at most times, scribbling away at some sort of drawing to impress the rest of the passengers. Kintaros had been sleeping, for the most part. It’s what he did best, after all. That was what Kintaros decided upon doing the same night that he was taken away. He folded his arms, head tilting back on the seat behind him. If only he had known where the sands of time would take him...

          It had been the deepest sleep the Imagin had had in a minute. When Kintaros awoke, he found himself laid upon a metal slab, a bright white light piercing his visor-like eye. He sat up, rubbing the back of his head, his armor like shell reflecting light from the room. 

        “Denliner...? Couldn’t be...”, Kintaros said to himself as he surveyed around the room. His eye locked onto the TV across for him, and he sat with arms folded as the scientist on the screen explained his situation. He scratched at his chin, letting his thoughts sit on what he had just heard. Did the others make it here? Would he get to see Ryoutaro again? Whatever happened, Kintaros was mostly concerned with if they were okay or not, even if he didn’t find his way back. Hell, he should’ve been long gone by now, so his own condition didn’t concern him one bit. As long as the others were okay, he’d be okay. 

          Kintaros rose from the slab, checking his person for the Den-o belt. Gone, of course. He’d worry about it later. He then decided to check what was really important. He turned to the metal slab behind him and brought his fists down upon it. The legs buckled immediately, and the slab itself busted off the legs, lying in an L shaped bend on the floor. He was still strong, but he should have easily smashed through that slab. He could feel he wasn’t at full power. He’d just train and get it back, no problem. Couldn’t train by just sitting around, could he? Kintaros made headway for the door in the room with him, and let himself out into the city. He had heard something about his home, “District Epsilon”. It was in sector 5, he’d remembered. 

          Kintaros began to make his way for his home, but the busy streets of the shopping district certainly didn’t help one bit. He would accidentally bump into an innocent bystander here and there, even knocking one poor man to the ground. Kintaros didn’t handle crowds all too well. Kintaros decided if he was going to find his way home, he’d need to enlist the help of a fellow civilian. After finding a small clearing, he took a seat for a moment on the bench near by. On the bench with him was another civilian. Maybe they’d know the way to Epsilon? Kintaros tapped them on the shoulder, holding a finger up once he had their attention.

          “Hello! The name is Kintaros! I am looking for a way to District Epsilon and would like your help! These crowds... make me cry!” Kintaros admitted, wanting to be in solitude or an emptier area more than ever.

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(Waiting to hear back on mods before I start anything here. Hopefully starters should be up within the next week! I’m hoping!)

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(Was at a con this weekend, but Kintaros is in! Like this post for starters, capped at 3, uncapped for other riders! My starters will make you cry!)