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--Kamen Rider Zi-O Vs. Shiva, God of Destruction--
Form: Base ~ Armor: None
Interaction:
Topless
The Hypergod's right. The Gods are starting to step up their game with their fighter choices. I can only hope that whoever's next can up the ante. That's when Fate came knocking on my door. A blonde messanger god, with a golden cap appeared to knock on my door. It looks like it's my time.
Although with this many wins and losses, the pressure still lingers on the back of my mind. It's heavy. I'm literally going to carry the weight of many worlds on my back on this fight. But a King must fight for his Subjects. That's the kind of Overlord I want to be remembered as. The Greatest, most Kindest Overlord there is. Just as I finished that thought, The Hyper God and his wife entrusted me with words of encouragement. Don't hesitate to go all out, and don't leave uncle alone.
"Uncle..." I glanced at my uncle one last time. Win or Lose, this will truly be my final battle. If mankind wins, I'll reset everything. If all is lost...
"Sougo." Uncle, for the last time, walked towards me and placed his hand on my shoulder. "I know you can do it. You saved the world once, right?" He chuckled with a smile. "What's another time down the line?"
"Yeah..." I smiled, feeling a bit more confident. "Somehow, I think I can do this." With that, with Woz by my side, I made my way to the arena proper.
On the hall leading to the battlefield stood two people. A familiar figure, Hiryu, and a young woman clad in a white blouse. Before I could ask what's he doing, my head throbbed, and visions flooded my head.
This woman...Was the White Zi-O Valentine summoned.
"M'lord, are you alright?!" Woz asked, worried about the sudden migraine.
"You're....Ryuko Tokiwa..." I rubbed my head, "You're my successor in your world...Aren't you?"
"..." Ryuko, with her arms crossed, simply glared at me. She doesn't seem to like me, I guess. "You look even stupider here than the old fart I know."
"E-eh?" Was I a bad father or something?
"Hah! Good one." Hiryu chuckled, looking slightly more cheerful than before. He soon turned to me with that familiar determined glare. "I'll keep this brief. Kick his ass, Sougo. Make sure you live. I want to settle our damn feud once and for all." He said, before putting his hands in his jacket and walking away.
"You better win so I can beat you...Pops." Ryuko says, before chasing after Hiryu.
What was that all about...?
"M'lord...It's time." Woz reminds me, hearing the announcer call out the fighters. His opponent? The Indian God of Destruction, Shiva. My head throbs again as I recall the words that should've marked the end of my journey.
Creation must come before Destruction.
Is this what the future me meant?
Instinctively, I equipped my belt--a large, white mechanism with two slots. Before the Shiva's introduction ends, I turned to Woz.
"Woz...When I transform, I want you to rejoice." I ordered, with my servant looking at me with baffled eyes. "It's going to be my last battle out there. Whether I win or lose. I want to make it as memorable as possible." I said, breathing in a deep breath. "I want them to remember the name...Tokiwa Sougo." I took out the Zi-O Ridewatch just as the announcer directed the crowd's attention was directed to my side. I stared at it briefly, turning it to reveal its face. I tapped the watch's crown, and the visor glowed bright pink.
ZI-O!
So many battles started with this thing...So many monsters vanquished, countless lives saved and yet...So many I've failed to save. Geiz, Tsukiyomi, White Woz, Minato...I swear, I'll give it my all.
{[Woz]}
Rider Prophet of Black
"Behold! The arrival of the King!" Woz stepped forth, his voice booming like Heimdall's. Stepping aside, I start to make my way towards the battlefield proper, Ridewatch attached on the Driver. A ticking loop can be heard as I made my way to the center. A giant ethereal clock appearing behind me, its arms spinning around wildly as the clock itself, surrounded by smaller clocks, appeared to move counterclockwise. Woz stopped a pace behind me, ready to deliver his mostly impromptu speech. I sometimes wonder how he prepares these things on the fly.
It was at this point that I got a good look at Shiva himself. He's almost exactly as he was depicted in myths and legends. Four arms, bearing four weapons. Bearing blue skin and long hair, adorned head to toe with golden accessories. He's also exuding this strong aura around him...It's intimidating.
As I reached him, he posed the question; where are my arms? Is he talking about my weapons or my arms in general? Either way, he seems confident. Over confident. He reminds me of Hiryu.
(henshin's at 1:31)
I lowered my stance, twisting my hips to the side, raising my left hand in the air with the index finger and thumb extended, much like the statue in my room. I flicked my wrist and yelled those faithful words.
"Henshin!" I soon flung my arm down onto the belt as I stood back up, causing the buckle to spin a full 360 degrees. Along with it, the clock behind me moved clockedwise and the clockhands both pointed upwards. With the chime of the grandfather's clock, a booming voice yelled.
RIDER TIME! Kamen Rider~! Zi-O~!
The clockhands then divided, moving the small hand into the 10 spot and the long hand into the 2 spot. Pink japanese letters appeared in the face of the clock beneath the hands appeared, shooting out of the clock, nearly surrounding both of us as ethereal watch straps wrapped around me, orbiting around me as armor layers my entire body. The watch straps then shattered and dispersed, and the japanese letters shrank and placed themselves onto the visor of my helmet, spelling out the word 'RIDER' in Katakana lettering.
It's time for Woz to shine.
"REJOICE!" Woz flung his arm forward, his voice booming loud, filled with vigor. "For he is the heir to the power of ALL RIDERS! The Ruler of Time, travelling beyond past and future to reign over space and time. His name is Zi-O! And you had bore witness to his declaration of revolution against fate itself!" He finished his speech, most likely met with more boos with the crowd.
--
"That guy..." Kaito let out a bitter chuckle from his bleachers, hearing Woz' speech. "He's quite eccentric around him, huh." He turned to where Hiryu was supposed to be, although, no one was there. "...Where'd everybody go?"
--
I stared into the God of Destruction's eyes and simply nodded. His eyes were as dead as his--my future self's. To be burdened with destruction and destruction alone...That must be quite a heavy thing to bear.
"For fairness' sake...Let me tell you that my full powers are sealed right now. Ohma's powers are much more potent than whatever I can fully muster right now. But it should be enough to get through with this." I say, putting on a fighting stance. "...Please, tell me. Will it be right of me to destroy time and rebuild it with my hands? For the sake of those who had truly saved the world?" I asked, pondering aloud if my reason for fighting for mankind is truly righteous. This guilt's still weighing heavily on my heart, and I...Couldn't find any reason to forgive myself. Whatever reason he'll give me...I'm sure it'll clear off that last lingering doubt. From one destroyer to another.
I don't want my efforts to be in vain if I did win.
Form: Base ~ Armor: None
Interaction:
Topless
The Hypergod's right. The Gods are starting to step up their game with their fighter choices. I can only hope that whoever's next can up the ante. That's when Fate came knocking on my door. A blonde messanger god, with a golden cap appeared to knock on my door. It looks like it's my time.
Although with this many wins and losses, the pressure still lingers on the back of my mind. It's heavy. I'm literally going to carry the weight of many worlds on my back on this fight. But a King must fight for his Subjects. That's the kind of Overlord I want to be remembered as. The Greatest, most Kindest Overlord there is. Just as I finished that thought, The Hyper God and his wife entrusted me with words of encouragement. Don't hesitate to go all out, and don't leave uncle alone.
"Uncle..." I glanced at my uncle one last time. Win or Lose, this will truly be my final battle. If mankind wins, I'll reset everything. If all is lost...
"Sougo." Uncle, for the last time, walked towards me and placed his hand on my shoulder. "I know you can do it. You saved the world once, right?" He chuckled with a smile. "What's another time down the line?"
"Yeah..." I smiled, feeling a bit more confident. "Somehow, I think I can do this." With that, with Woz by my side, I made my way to the arena proper.
On the hall leading to the battlefield stood two people. A familiar figure, Hiryu, and a young woman clad in a white blouse. Before I could ask what's he doing, my head throbbed, and visions flooded my head.
This woman...Was the White Zi-O Valentine summoned.
"M'lord, are you alright?!" Woz asked, worried about the sudden migraine.
"You're....Ryuko Tokiwa..." I rubbed my head, "You're my successor in your world...Aren't you?"
"..." Ryuko, with her arms crossed, simply glared at me. She doesn't seem to like me, I guess. "You look even stupider here than the old fart I know."
"E-eh?" Was I a bad father or something?
"Hah! Good one." Hiryu chuckled, looking slightly more cheerful than before. He soon turned to me with that familiar determined glare. "I'll keep this brief. Kick his ass, Sougo. Make sure you live. I want to settle our damn feud once and for all." He said, before putting his hands in his jacket and walking away.
"You better win so I can beat you...Pops." Ryuko says, before chasing after Hiryu.
What was that all about...?
"M'lord...It's time." Woz reminds me, hearing the announcer call out the fighters. His opponent? The Indian God of Destruction, Shiva. My head throbs again as I recall the words that should've marked the end of my journey.
Creation must come before Destruction.
Is this what the future me meant?
ZIKU DRIVER!
Instinctively, I equipped my belt--a large, white mechanism with two slots. Before the Shiva's introduction ends, I turned to Woz.
"Woz...When I transform, I want you to rejoice." I ordered, with my servant looking at me with baffled eyes. "It's going to be my last battle out there. Whether I win or lose. I want to make it as memorable as possible." I said, breathing in a deep breath. "I want them to remember the name...Tokiwa Sougo." I took out the Zi-O Ridewatch just as the announcer directed the crowd's attention was directed to my side. I stared at it briefly, turning it to reveal its face. I tapped the watch's crown, and the visor glowed bright pink.
ZI-O!
So many battles started with this thing...So many monsters vanquished, countless lives saved and yet...So many I've failed to save. Geiz, Tsukiyomi, White Woz, Minato...I swear, I'll give it my all.
{[Woz]}
Rider Prophet of Black
"Behold! The arrival of the King!" Woz stepped forth, his voice booming like Heimdall's. Stepping aside, I start to make my way towards the battlefield proper, Ridewatch attached on the Driver. A ticking loop can be heard as I made my way to the center. A giant ethereal clock appearing behind me, its arms spinning around wildly as the clock itself, surrounded by smaller clocks, appeared to move counterclockwise. Woz stopped a pace behind me, ready to deliver his mostly impromptu speech. I sometimes wonder how he prepares these things on the fly.
It was at this point that I got a good look at Shiva himself. He's almost exactly as he was depicted in myths and legends. Four arms, bearing four weapons. Bearing blue skin and long hair, adorned head to toe with golden accessories. He's also exuding this strong aura around him...It's intimidating.
As I reached him, he posed the question; where are my arms? Is he talking about my weapons or my arms in general? Either way, he seems confident. Over confident. He reminds me of Hiryu.
(henshin's at 1:31)
I lowered my stance, twisting my hips to the side, raising my left hand in the air with the index finger and thumb extended, much like the statue in my room. I flicked my wrist and yelled those faithful words.
"Henshin!" I soon flung my arm down onto the belt as I stood back up, causing the buckle to spin a full 360 degrees. Along with it, the clock behind me moved clockedwise and the clockhands both pointed upwards. With the chime of the grandfather's clock, a booming voice yelled.
RIDER TIME! Kamen Rider~! Zi-O~!
The clockhands then divided, moving the small hand into the 10 spot and the long hand into the 2 spot. Pink japanese letters appeared in the face of the clock beneath the hands appeared, shooting out of the clock, nearly surrounding both of us as ethereal watch straps wrapped around me, orbiting around me as armor layers my entire body. The watch straps then shattered and dispersed, and the japanese letters shrank and placed themselves onto the visor of my helmet, spelling out the word 'RIDER' in Katakana lettering.
It's time for Woz to shine.
"REJOICE!" Woz flung his arm forward, his voice booming loud, filled with vigor. "For he is the heir to the power of ALL RIDERS! The Ruler of Time, travelling beyond past and future to reign over space and time. His name is Zi-O! And you had bore witness to his declaration of revolution against fate itself!" He finished his speech, most likely met with more boos with the crowd.
--
"That guy..." Kaito let out a bitter chuckle from his bleachers, hearing Woz' speech. "He's quite eccentric around him, huh." He turned to where Hiryu was supposed to be, although, no one was there. "...Where'd everybody go?"
--
I stared into the God of Destruction's eyes and simply nodded. His eyes were as dead as his--my future self's. To be burdened with destruction and destruction alone...That must be quite a heavy thing to bear.
"For fairness' sake...Let me tell you that my full powers are sealed right now. Ohma's powers are much more potent than whatever I can fully muster right now. But it should be enough to get through with this." I say, putting on a fighting stance. "...Please, tell me. Will it be right of me to destroy time and rebuild it with my hands? For the sake of those who had truly saved the world?" I asked, pondering aloud if my reason for fighting for mankind is truly righteous. This guilt's still weighing heavily on my heart, and I...Couldn't find any reason to forgive myself. Whatever reason he'll give me...I'm sure it'll clear off that last lingering doubt. From one destroyer to another.
I don't want my efforts to be in vain if I did win.
