[Caverns] Hajime doesn't know how he got here, doesn't know where here is--he's so tired after the Battle Fight spun out into its perpetual stalemate--and frankly, he doesn't care. Not when he's got to get the hell out of here.
He might be tired, but he's not too tired to transform into his armored Rider form so he can try to get out and to the top. He can climb, he can jump, he can blast any sort of falling rubble with the strange stringless bow he's carrying--this isn't worrying him.
And if what's on the surface is bad? He's transformed. He's ready.
[Age] Actually changing with age isn't anything Hajime thought he'd ever really worry about. Oh, he'd thought he might have to worry about faking those changes, but actually experiencing them for himself? Not really. Immortality does that to a guy.
And in fact, he doesn't really register that anything too strange has happened to him in a temporal sense. Over fifteen years have passed since the Battle Fight, and, thanks to a little bit of...he's not even sure what the deal was with the watches and the way he, Kenzaki, and Amane had been targeted...whatever that was, he's finally got some peace out of everything. He's just an ordinary human now. His power's been sealed away.
So, as just an ordinary human, it's really not surprising that he manages to slip, fall, and cut his hand on a shell or something while walking down the beach. And if he's staring at the red of the cut for just a little too long, well. Maybe he's just uneasy at the sight of blood.
[Words] Hajime doesn't know what the hell is even up with those scribble things shambling off the wall. Outrunning them seems...well, pathetically easy, and so he'll just hang back and watch for a bit.
Hajime Aikawa | Kamen Rider Blade | Zi-O Spoilers in second prompt | Will match format
Hajime doesn't know how he got here, doesn't know where here is--he's so tired after the Battle Fight spun out into its perpetual stalemate--and frankly, he doesn't care. Not when he's got to get the hell out of here.
He might be tired, but he's not too tired to transform into his armored Rider form so he can try to get out and to the top. He can climb, he can jump, he can blast any sort of falling rubble with the strange stringless bow he's carrying--this isn't worrying him.
And if what's on the surface is bad? He's transformed. He's ready.
[Age]
Actually changing with age isn't anything Hajime thought he'd ever really worry about. Oh, he'd thought he might have to worry about faking those changes, but actually experiencing them for himself? Not really. Immortality does that to a guy.
And in fact, he doesn't really register that anything too strange has happened to him in a temporal sense. Over fifteen years have passed since the Battle Fight, and, thanks to a little bit of...he's not even sure what the deal was with the watches and the way he, Kenzaki, and Amane had been targeted...whatever that was, he's finally got some peace out of everything. He's just an ordinary human now. His power's been sealed away.
So, as just an ordinary human, it's really not surprising that he manages to slip, fall, and cut his hand on a shell or something while walking down the beach. And if he's staring at the red of the cut for just a little too long, well. Maybe he's just uneasy at the sight of blood.
[Words]
Hajime doesn't know what the hell is even up with those scribble things shambling off the wall. Outrunning them seems...well, pathetically easy, and so he'll just hang back and watch for a bit.