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Rejoice! The reader of the past and future! The prophet who ensures the proper timeline, and his name is Kamen Rider Woz! This is the first page of a new history!

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Relics of the Past: The First of All
<i>As it seemed that all present were prepared, Woz would change his pointing hand into an open palm, one which threw out a green aura, one that once collided, would completely destroy it. On the other side stood a figure that could only be described as monstrous. It had red horns growing where eyes would be, and just check the image I sent tbh. Behind it was a train that also bore his strange red horns. Instead of speaking it would merely grunt, and groan.</i> &quot;Our guest has arrived... If you have confidence in your own abilities, don't be afraid to show off. I shall be with you momentarily...&quot; <i>It was then that Woz would become completely enveloped within his scarf, as it wound down around him, he would disappear. The scarf would then fly to a nearby rooftop. Upon its arrival, it would again rotate around an axis, and reveal Woz, standing just as he had been moments ago.</i>
Relics of the Past: The First of All
<i>As the introductions concluded, a rainbow burst emits from Woz's tome, other than visual spectacle, it appears to have no immediate effect. Woz does; however, point toward the door which the newcomers had just entered.</i> &quot;If you all are finished, there is a more pressing matter at hand. There is at large a fiend with the intent to wipe the history contained in this building from. While I don't expect any of you to be instrumental in the defeat of this being, I suppose that according to this book you shall be helpful in the upcoming battle.&quot; <i>As he said this, a roaring horn shook the very foundation of the building, followed by the screeching of steel grinding on steel. The only thing standing between the group and whatever evil awaited outside was the worn out door, and whatever was left of the front wall.</i>
Phansite Quest: Threads of the Shining Phantoms
<i>Woz would jot in his tome once again. Choosing to bow respectfully to the nun, Woz would head for the exit.</i> &quot;I do not wish to pester the Father, sister. My group and I will simply ask the mayor if anything is to be done, blessings of the Almighty upon you, and such.&quot; <i>Usually in these settings a basic knowledge of the religion is handy, but it seemed to be heavily based in Catholicism, so further questions would wait until the answer was necessary. Woz would make no indicator to his group that he was leaving, simply expecting them to either follow or stay behind.</i>
Relics of the Past: The First of All
<i>Woz would set the still hot cup down in front of Nanaka. He glances at the door, a somber expression in his eyes.</i> &quot;Maybe that is true, but I will still refer to it as history. Legends can give us hope, and revive if need be, but history... it's simply what occurred, any greater meaning can be lost on everybody should that be what our future is. There may be some who wish to turn back the clock, to see things play out differently, to bring life to this now desolate wasteland, but that isn't living, is it?&quot; <i>Woz sits at the bar, the warm glow that lights the cafe fading. The dust and scorched walls slowly infiltrate from the corner, slowly... Suddenly, as if a switch was flicked, it's all gone, the light, the coffee, the warm feelings, gone...</i> &quot;We are all responsible in our own way for letting things become like this... You might not know it, but there are those who do, those you don't know you have a connection with, but... Maybe there is a lesson to be learned here. Of course, I have learned this lesson thousands upon thousands of times, but maybe it would help you?&quot; <i>The quiet wind goes silent, footsteps echo out from the empty street. The air is dead here, but something stirs within the gloom. Woz places his book into his coat, retrieving from it a black disk.</i> &quot;I believe it was once said, &quot;The past should give us hope.&quot; Well, let us find if that is true hmm?&quot;
Relics of the Past: The First of All
<i>Woz chuckles, snapping the book shut. He stands and walks behind what was once a bar.</i> &quot;Perhaps this may give you a hint... Would you like some coffee?&quot; <i>As he says this, his book flashes, appearing to revert whatever damages that may have occurred to the building. The electricity turns on, and the warm smell of roasted coffee beans arises from the pots behind the counter.</i> &quot;This place is the origin of all we know, if you can see between the lines. Every individual here, well, almost every individual, stems from this single location.&quot; <i>Woz pours a cup of the black liquid, steaming lazily as it settles.</i> &quot;It was truly a place with every intent of sitting down and relaxing, though such places always have some skeleton in its closet, either forced in or placed naturally. As a result, it was a casualty of war, having committed no sin itself, yet being forced to bear the burden of suffering to atone, tragic...&quot; <i>A quick peek out the windows would reveal the same decrepit hellscape that had been there prior, more peculiarly, it seemed that no light was actually emitted from the building, where the bulbs that lit the room would have shone on the walls outside through the window, it did not.</i>
Relics of the Past: The First of All
<i>Woz would turn the page, and it would pan across other buildings, instead of dark and dreary husks, it showed lively and well lit buildings. One had a neon sign, others were more casual, but they all had people of all paths and looks walking in and out.</i> &quot;Other buildings that shared an origin from this one. They still stand; however, and find themselves met with such common usage... So I ask you, what do you believe this building was? What purpose did it serve?&quot; <i>A hollow cry rings out among the corpses of the buildings, echoing into oblivion.</i>
Relics of the Past: The First of All
<i>Woz would hold his book so that it was shaped as something of a laptop, which he then turned to the woman opposite him. Instead of text, a scene of a violent explosion of white light would play out, followed by a timelapse of the building being rebuilt, and subsequently destroyed.</i> &quot;This is not a legend, rather it is history. The events as you see them are all written, though to varying degrees of quality. Heroes have come through here, as well as the most hated of evils. Demons, and gods. Yes... perhaps such a place was never meant to be?&quot; <i>The wind crept through the shattered window, bringing in the smell of decay.</i>
Relics of the Past: The First of All
<i>Woz would turn the page in his tome, lifting his eyes to acknowledge the newcomer.</i> &quot;If you intend to strike up small talk, you have failed. You came because you felt drawn here, whether by me or some other force I have no interest in, but you felt it, no? Something compelling you to be here?&quot; <i>Some sort of glassware falls from somewhere, the crashing noise it rendered splitting the eerie silence.</i> &quot;Tell me, do you perchance know what this place is? Do you know of what all transpired to cause it to become as such? Or have you not been here long enough to know of its legend?&quot;
Phansite Quest: Threads of the Shining Phantoms
<i>Woz would jot down the use of the term Almighty, perhaps it was a monotheistic religion? In any case, it was necessary to find a cure, and complete their task.</i> &quot;Do you know of any place that might be blessed by the Almighty? We aren't sick, so perhaps we could perform a pilgrimage? One of us is a travelling priestess so I can imagine that might help.&quot; <i>Woz half considered asking to see the priest himself and just cast heal, but if his intuition told him anything, that would be pointless.</i>
Phansite Quest: Threads of the Shining Phantoms
<i>Woz would approach the nun, motioning for his companions to stay by the entrance. He would open his book and prepare the quill.</i> &quot;Pardon me, sister, but do you perchance know where the priest is? We adventurers three are on a quest to aid this town, and I believe the priest might be able to help us.&quot; <i>He would prepare to jot down anything of import the nun might relay to him.</i>

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Relics of the Past: The First of All
<i>Deep within the blasted out ruins that once made up a prosperous section of Tokyo, a sole light wanders the streets. It is a strange light that beckons all toward it, its prismatic beams serving as a path toward whatever truth it was trying to reveal. The source was the tome held in the hand of the wandering prophet, who seemed to be walking without direction, but with purpose. He stopped upon reaching a specific shell of a building that perhaps at one point might have been the center of a bustling community; however time had not been conducive to whatever this building had once been for. He entered, sitting down on a worn and ashen booth, the table in front of it rotting and breaking apart.</i> &quot;What did they see in this...? Why the stubborn hold on it? Perhaps that is why I have been led here, not to preach, but to learn...&quot;
Armor Time: Futuring Another Woz
<i>Rumor had been circulating of mysterious lights flashing in the wharf located near the Rainbow Bridge. Reports of arcing green bolts of lightning and an ominous white light flying to and from had become commonplace. There was almost a mysterious compulsion that screamed 'Stay away!'; however, it seemed a gap in that mindset had formed, allowing brave souls to venture in and discover the cause of these phenomena. Of course, if you felt worthy.</i>
Fishing Weekend of STR
<i>In Inokashira, the prophet of time would be sitting with what appears to be a large plastic spear embellished with a smartphone aesthetic. It appears a string has been tied to the edge and is dipped into the murky water. An empty bucket sits beside him.</i> &quot;REJOICE! He who will learn to master the ultimate technique in combat, the prophet of time and non-existence! His name is Kamen Rider Woz, and now the first page of a new history is written!&quot;
Rejoice! Behold your future!
<i>The new world seems to pay no heed to prophets, not unless they prove their own merit! After rejoicing the future for most of his life, why not allow others in on the glory of time? It is to this end that retainer to the King of Time, Woz, would add his own twist on the title of fortune teller. It is a job largely shrouded in mystery and the arcane, but no longer! Why utilize esoteric means of deciphering the future when all one needs is a prophet?</i> &quot;Rejoice! The reader of past and future stands before you, his name is Woz, and today he shall impart his blessings upon the public! <i>...for 250 yen.</i>&quot; <i>His stall is anything but humble, gold satin draped over a sedan chair housing a throne laden with watch faces, in front of it is a stool from which he stands with his hand aloft, open book in hand. In front of THAT stool would be an ornate wooden chair with a crimson velvet cushion.</i>
GYM Deluxe: Street 9-to-5-er
<i>The lights within the recently renovated building inexplicably revived. The once locked door found itself open to the public for another time, but was it ever truly locked? Were the lights ever dimmed? As unlikely as it seems, one would have to bear with it for now. From amicable fights to tragic deaths, the building has long since been chronicled as a hub for self-improvement, and now is no exception, as a new guest arrives add his own flair upon the place.</i> &quot;It would seem I have some time to peruse this... hmm? A gym, or rather GYM? As unoriginal as it seems, improving myself for My Overlord must take precedence over even the necessity of air itself!&quot; <i>An oddly dressed man enters reading an even more odd book, bound by what appears to be a watch-strap. He enters the and appears surprised by whatever it is he's reading.</i> &quot;Many have entered this building for many different reasons, countless even... Now must I too give mine own reason to the annals of history, but what a reason it is! Perhaps the most important of all! Come ye who dare challenge me! Learn what it means to fight a servant to the King of Time!&quot; <i>With his speech finished, he would stand proudly before an arena, of course he didn't seem phased that nobody was there to hear his proclamation, he almost expected that, but he proclaimed nonetheless.</i>
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