Hmmm, you know? I don't think I like the idea of having a bunch of people rooting around in my head. Is this really normal? People can't just barge in and get cosy, can they?
[Hayato was used to his own brand of telepathy- namely, the kind that came with having a special chip in his head that let him communicate with his comrades but that was because- well- he was about 85% mechanical on the inside. This? This was weird.]
Eh, since we're here, I've got a question for you guys. Tell me about cameras! Old ones, new ones, whatever your world might have! The ones they have here are really something else. Way older than what I'm used to working with.
[D-1]
[Hayato is really kind of frustrated that he got roped into taking this thing. Sure it didn't look all that bad, but he had a really hard time turning down that sales lady and so here he was. He's about to take it off when he realizes something pretty wrong- it won't come off. For something to be stuck on a being with superhuman strength, this is pretty problematic.]
[He tugs on the think comically, in the middle of the street for a moment before he holds his hand up and gives it the single most baffled expression he can muster.]
What the hell-
[And then it starts to tug him. He squawks in alarm as he's dragged over to some unsuspecting schmuck.]
Oi, oi! Cut that out!
[r.i.p.]
[f-1]
[Okay, so this was a little more normal for him. While this wasn't fighting hideous underground terrorists bent on world domination, nor was it the sort of vigilantism he was used to running around and doing, this was still kicking some ass and helping some people out. Guarding the airship from bandits seemed simple enough. He wasn't remotely worried about taking them down. They were just human right? And no one expected the mousy looking photographer to be a 6th degree karate blackbelt with superhuman powers. (though with luck, he'll be keeping the whole I'm-a-cyborg thing under wraps)]
[When the brawl breaks out, he's all but knocking them down and flipping them across the deck as they come at him with a slightly manic grin.]
You want more? You really should just surrender. It's not nice to take what isn't yours-
[Oops, and then one of them straight up shoots him from behind. He makes a startled noise and then sneers, looking over his shoulder.]
Oi- that's not ve- ry...nnnnn...
[Hayato hits the floor with a particularly loud thud, fast asleep. Looks like his cyborg defenses don't do shit against emotion magic. He's out like a light.]
Hayato Ichimonji | Kamen Rider Spirits (Kamen Rider 1971)
Hmmm, you know? I don't think I like the idea of having a bunch of people rooting around in my head. Is this really normal? People can't just barge in and get cosy, can they?
[Hayato was used to his own brand of telepathy- namely, the kind that came with having a special chip in his head that let him communicate with his comrades but that was because- well- he was about 85% mechanical on the inside. This? This was weird.]
Eh, since we're here, I've got a question for you guys. Tell me about cameras! Old ones, new ones, whatever your world might have! The ones they have here are really something else. Way older than what I'm used to working with.
[D-1]
[Hayato is really kind of frustrated that he got roped into taking this thing. Sure it didn't look all that bad, but he had a really hard time turning down that sales lady and so here he was. He's about to take it off when he realizes something pretty wrong- it won't come off. For something to be stuck on a being with superhuman strength, this is pretty problematic.]
[He tugs on the think comically, in the middle of the street for a moment before he holds his hand up and gives it the single most baffled expression he can muster.]
What the hell-
[And then it starts to tug him. He squawks in alarm as he's dragged over to some unsuspecting schmuck.]
Oi, oi! Cut that out!
[r.i.p.]
[f-1]
[Okay, so this was a little more normal for him. While this wasn't fighting hideous underground terrorists bent on world domination, nor was it the sort of vigilantism he was used to running around and doing, this was still kicking some ass and helping some people out. Guarding the airship from bandits seemed simple enough. He wasn't remotely worried about taking them down. They were just human right? And no one expected the mousy looking photographer to be a 6th degree karate blackbelt with superhuman powers. (though with luck, he'll be keeping the whole I'm-a-cyborg thing under wraps)]
[When the brawl breaks out, he's all but knocking them down and flipping them across the deck as they come at him with a slightly manic grin.]
You want more? You really should just surrender. It's not nice to take what isn't yours-
[Oops, and then one of them straight up shoots him from behind. He makes a startled noise and then sneers, looking over his shoulder.]
Oi- that's not ve- ry...nnnnn...
[Hayato hits the floor with a particularly loud thud, fast asleep. Looks like his cyborg defenses don't do shit against emotion magic. He's out like a light.]
[G.]
[Hit me with something of your own!]