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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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GYM Deluxe: Mechanical Melee
<i>Outside of the simulation, Woz would have donned his gilded armor before spectral screwdrivers moved toward the terminal. Upon contact, the entire reality within the machine would stop, reverting to a barren space of light blue squares stretching to eternity. Movement became unrestricted after this change, but notably the squares changed from light blue to neon green. Fading in from a beam of golden light stood Woz, armed with a staff and covered in mechanical implements. A focus on his mask would reveal the phrase &quot;Kikai&quot;.</i> &quot;I've been observing your fight, and much to my chagrin, the virtual aspect of this reality has been vastly neglected. Tokyo? Perhaps if you wished for a basic playing field, but given what I've seen of your abilities, a trial such as this deserves a befitting stage! It deserves something worth rejoicing over!&quot; <i>Woz would slam his staff into the ground, the arms on his mask emitting a familiar glow. A spectral projection of the hands would fly behind him, materializing in a massive clock that was almost twice the size of him. The mechanical arms would turn until striking midnight, upon which time itself would stop. That isn't to say once it moved on the difference would be only where Woz stood, but instead that it seemed as if it was physically impossible to move. Woz would stroll about in this stalled time, examining the other two. He wouldn't interact with them, instead allowing projections of the screwdrivers to fly off into the eternal white before a black beam came down, striking into the digital grid.</i> &quot;I can think of several more fitting locations, ones much more befitting of your powers. [Stands], correct? Well then, best not to let me keep you from going at it.&quot; <i>In a flash of gold, Woz was gone, but the black beam kept growing in intensity, and width. It came to the point where it completely enveloped the virtual world, replacing it with something... almost alien one might say. The turf turned crimson, as did the sky. A tower rose in the distance, some sort of black hole atop it, swallowing whatever world they were on. Gravity seemed about half as intense as Earth's, even less the closer one moved to the tower, but the footing of the entire planet wasn't stable at all. It was crumbling apart, albeit in decently sized chunks. Once again, movement was restored.</i>
GYM Deluxe: Mechanical Melee
<i>The wandering prophet, having come down from his latest adventure, enters the empty doorway, surprising as it was automatic, but at this point was there really any surprise to be had in things? Needless to say he paid it no mind. Today he was relaxing as much as it could be believed by entering a building known for its combat implications.</i> &quot;Oho, an occupant? One who seems competent no less! Assumptions do no good, yes... but one must always see the potential in others, lest bitter defeat caused by overconfidence be their fate!&quot;
Phansite Quest: Threads of the Shining Phantoms
<i>Woz would unclasp his tome, pen at the ready to record any pertinent information.</i> &quot;I have come with my fellows from a distant land, and we seek to aid this town. We have visited the church, but the Father was ill, so one of the Sisters present directed us here. My fellows are out investigating, so I was hoping the mayor would know if there was anything for us to do that could help.&quot; <i>Woz considered asking of an apothecary or anything of such sort, but at times like these the best choice was the authority figure.</i>
Phansite Quest: Threads of the Shining Phantoms
<i>Woz begins walking toward the ridge, his scarf once more being used as a mask to repel as much of the sickness as he could. He'd begin scaling the stairs, passing by what seemed to be shops, and he'd arrive at the door.</i> &quot;If you'll excuse me, I'd like to interact with the mayor alone. I find little sense in a chance of losing our only potential contact for this quest. I recommend checking the inn, maybe you'll find a place for us to rest after this ordeal is over.&quot; <i>With those words, he'd begin knocking on the manor door, waiting patiently for his knocks to be answered.</i>
Relics of the Past: The First of All
<i>As the magical girl charges toward it, the monster draws two swords, each crackling with red electricity. It grunts aggressively, preparing to parry, but is struck by the arrow, being knocked out of its defensive stance which allows for Nanaka to strike freely. It flails its arms, clearly displeased, and throws one of its swords into the air, pointing its other blade toward it. The electricity connects and ignites the airborne blade, which then flies toward Nanoha, seemingly an extension of what the beast held.</i> &quot;If you're holding back, I recommend you cease doing such now. Another Den-O is currently at a quarter of its strength. Allowing it time to gain the other 75% could possibly result in a death sentence.&quot; <i>A gust would start gathering throughout the empty streets, causing Woz's scarf to billow in the wind. A roar echoes from within what seems to be the earth itself. Woz's expression would shift from general disinterest to mild concern, not that it should be something you'd notice.</i>
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>

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Kujigoji Workshop: Vacancies to fill
<i>Perched atop a hill, at the end of several sets of concrete stairs lies a few sets of buildings, none more noticeable than the store that had a piece of paper taped to the door reading 'Rooms available for rent!'. It seemed cozy enough on the outside, clocks ticking rhythmically in the window. The door was unlocked, and upon entry the first sight is an immense amount of clocks, watches, and other time keeping pieces. The other detail would be the aroma of coffee and some other savory food item wafting in from the hall beside the counter.</i>
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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