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That’s the joke

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The scientist needed to check on his arm. He was sure something had been tampered with since coming to the city. He felt he still had access to his Riderman gear, but there was something odd about the arm.

     Granted, Jouji knew at its base, it was the same, if having lost some of its usual strength. It might just need a tune up. But he did need a workshop and the tools to actually work on it. From what he found at his new residence, he had neither.

      He was just glad he was in this particular city. it meant he didn’t necessarily have to hide his arm. Jouji would hide the reason he even has it, of course, but he wouldn’t feel a need to keep the fact his bionic arm exists hidden.

     First, though, he needed to get some tools. And he needed someone to show him where he could get those.

Lazuli had just finished stuffing her face with food. Food that she didn’t need, not even a little, but she had left that restriction far behind. Grabbing more of the small, pink candies, she turned around in an attempt to hide her gluttony- only to run straight into someone. Dropping most of what she was holding, she quickly finished chewing and narrowed her eyes at the guy.

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Try as he might, Daimon was...starting to feel antsy when he came to the ball; there was a reason why he--He wanted to decline, but maybe this was a chance to, he doesn’t know, meet new people?

He has already, but something in his mind that maybe his siblings and parents would’ve pushed him into anyway. Plus, he did have that suit he wore to a friend of Matsuri’s wedding so he couldn’t let that go to waste (he looked damn good in that suit if he says so himself). So here he was, mooching off the milk and food they have, and looking out into the crowd to see if they were comfortable to talk to strangers.

There wasn’t and he didn’t see too much familar faces (he wasn’t sure if Hajime-san was here or not), so...he wasn’t sure what to do. The only people he’s interacted with was at work and during times in distress and...only his family. Sure, there was the students, but he was open (Hajime’s words) but...he also kept to himself.

Well, until he saw a flash of white and a ‘Hey Tatsumi-sannnn!!’ coming straight at him while he was chowing down on some chips with a questioning look before he knew that it was Ikari Gai: the Sentai Fanboy who was also GokaiSilver.

...

Was he supposed to know that? He knew up to the Goesigers but..

No no, just try to talk to the kid; he seems like he’ll be good company and whatnot.

“Oh, Ikari-kun!” he gave the other a small smile as he finished his chips,

Go in my askbox, and give my muse an RPG-style command!

     Beck examined the crushed container made of flimsy material. How in the Creator’s name was that supposed to hold anything, he wondered. It was so...flimsy. So poorly made that the program couldn’t imagine it being of much use to anyone.

    Gently, he picked up the paper bag and opened it up. Maybe someone was looking for it. Beck looked inside, seeing a few forgotten tiny baton-shaped objects of various lengths. They looked just about as ill-made as the container itself. The smell they gave off was disgusting, though, the grumbling pit inside his body seemed to disagree.

There was no use in complaining. She had already cried more than her fair share of grievances, and it was time that she step up to the plate and actually do something to try and change this wave of discomfort. Determination fuelled her now, replacing the sadness that took a firm hold of her sloppy swings and heavy hand.