A woman in a white dress wanders the area, one might note the golden gauntlets on her hands or perhaps the gears that lie around her waist. She'd stare at the various buildings with a slightly awestruck look on her face, not apparent at a glance but clearly shocked by the sight before her. "Even Lambert isn't like this... Certainly feels a long way from home. And I can't help but wonder the point of such a large city, even more so with its seemingly poor defenses." These people don't seem to think in such terms though do they? So carefree, beyond anything she's used to the people of this place seem to just assume things will work out. She can't quite grasp how they have both so much and so little concern for their safety but oh well. Musings aside Hilda would look over at an out of breath man near a tree, a curious look crossing her face as she stares at the... Odd metal thing? Wheels, so clearly a mode of transport. "Hmm, is that some sort of thing for getting around? I'd guess it's powered by physical effort given your state, but that's just a guess..." And an apron too, is he planning to cook or something? Hmm, she could go for something about now in fact. She hasn't got a clue how long it's been. "You fashion sense leads me to think you deal in food of some sort, but maybe that's just the style around here?" The woman shrugs before walking over to the tree and leaning against it herself. "I'm Hilda by the way, a pleasure to meet you I'm sure."

The man slowly raises his head to lock eyes with the source of the voice. Clearly not from around here, but who is he to judge? He rolls his head, resulting in a few pops, before standing and addressing the woman with a bow. Please, the pleasure is all mine Miss Hilda. My name is Ryoma Sakamichi, the Wandering Barista! He stands back up and beams at the woman. And close, I only partake in sales of hot beverages. Tea, coffee, ciders. The works. May I interest you in something? He walks over to his bike and sets down the kick stands before opening several large compartments attached to the frame of the bike. Within moments, the bike is converted into a simple stall with a kettle already being brought to a boil.

A wind blows, and as-if his existence was carried by the breeze, what seems to be a man appears from thin air, a wry smile on his face, offset by his cold, sharp eyes that contrasted with the caring expression on his face. Greetings, to Ryoma Sakamichi, and to you, one I do not know. To be new to one such as myself, you must not be of this reality. I extend to you, Hilda, a warm welcome, and I truly do hope this day finds you well. He glances curiously at Ryoma, before closing his eyes in apparent joy. Ah, you must be exercising, no? Testing your limits, in hopes of exceeding them. I do hope your efforts bear the fruit you desire, and you reach the heights your potential promises are possible. His attention would slowly turn to the Diet Building, an almost wistful look on his face. The Diet Building...at one time, many a secrets lay beneath it's imposing surface. The last vanguard of humanity against endless strife. Though, I am doubtful such secrets still exist now. He shakes his head, turning back to Ryoma. If you'd please, Ryoma Sakamichi, might you provide me a cup of coffee? I shall leave any modifications to you, the expert.

A tired looking man would be walking down the street. His hair was an ashy black and he wore a brown coat with a red dress shirt underneath. Overall he would look worn out as if he hadn't slept or seen the light of day in a while. He seemed to be muttering under his breath as if talking to himself. On the side of his body was a pouch strapped to a plain leather bag. The pouch wasn't very big but seemed big enough to maybe carry a cell phone or small device. He would be walking by just as the light of the Diet Building came on. The light would drag even his tired eyes to its attention. Even with his exhaustion, he seemed to fixate on it As if the lights reminded him of something else. "...Been a while since I've seen lights like this. Perhaps I can take a moment standing here before returning to work..."

Ryoma hmm? Sounds like an Amatsu name, most here do in fact. She'd shake her head for a moment before returning the bow. "Hmm, a wanderer? I haven't met many such people here, seems uncommon." Upon looking back up and hearing the word "tea", Ryoma might note her gaze soften a bit as her lips curl upward. "Tea... Yes, a nice green tea perhaps? Or no, wait a moment... There was one I'd heard of recently." She'd bring a hand up to her chin in thought, Something, ah! She snaps her right hand's fingers. "Early Grey that was it, I'll give something new a try if you have it around." She'd then turn to Al, looking at the man with a curious expression on her face... Something about him seems off, but she can't quite place why. "Hmm, define well? I have yet to find anyone I'm searching for, nor any leads in returning where I should be... But things aren't all bad I guess, it's interesting here in some ways so that's something at least." She'd then look over to the tired man, muttering something to himself... And seeming almost familiar to her, as if she'd met him not too long ago. Hmm, how strange. For now, she'd simply wave at the man casually and see how he reacts.

The man places a hand to his chin, looking down for a second, contemplating his response. Define..."well"? How odd. Perhaps...I mean to say, I hope the day has been "good", by your own standards. He smiles at his own response, before turning to the tired man briefly, sizing him up for a moment, before deciding to leave him to his own devices for the time being.

The tired man would seem to pull his gaze from the lights for a moment before noticing Hilda. He seemed apathetic in both appearance and tone towards her waving at him. "Hild- Oh, right..." He'd try to wave back with a smile but the smile almost looked unintentionally cocky as if he was used to smiling in victory rather than in a friendly manner. He would walk up to the stall and look around. "Hello, I'm afraid we haven't met before. I'm Asahi Yozo, it's good to meet you." With that said he'd turn to Ryoma. He'd never seen a stall quite like this before and it almost seemed extra unusual to him. "Hey, you have anything to help my dreary mood? A night like this shouldn't leave someone feeling all worn out. By the way, this seems like an odd sort of business you run here. Is it a hobby or some kind of part-time work? I can't imagine you can get by doing this for a living."

He smiled in response to the man's introduction, and he either failed to notice the slight edge to the smile, or chose to ignore it. Hello, Asahi Yozo. The pleasure is all mine.

The woman would raise a hand to her chin, a good day huh? "I guess it's good, nobody's dead and nothing's gone wrong so that's enough to call a day good if you ask me." She'd then turn back to the worn-looking man, a curious look crossing her as she hears him begin to say her name... Now she has a clue, but there's no need to confront him. She'd smile back at the man, coming off fairly friendly despite her suspicions. "Hilda, and yes it's nice meeting you as well... Although, you seem a bit familiar? Perhaps we've crossed paths somewhere before." A dreary mood hmm? Not what she'd expect from who she thinks this man is, but she'd know not to make assumptions of that nature better than most.

He nods happily as he pulls out a small metal teapot and places it in the center of the stall. He turns to his right and grabs a small cylindrical container labelled, "Earl of Grey". Opening the pot, he pours in a fair couple of leaves before stopping and doing the same with the now boiling water. Just a bit longer now. Oh? The appearance of Al brings another smile to Ryoma's face. Why, good evening Mister Saiduq! And yes, I have been trying to get stronger bit by bit... I was too weak during the encounter with Mary. I cannot let that happen again! A fierce determination flashes across his eyes before he returns to his happy demeanor. And a coffee? Coming right up! He catches a glimpse of a man just beyond Al as he begins to prepare a cup of Bike Blend. His appearance is certainly intriguing, but...oh he's come over. That should do the trick. Just a bit of sugar in yours, Mister Saiduq. And black steeped Earl Grey for you, Miss Hilda. He pours them out their cups and softly slides them across the counter. With them out of the way he turns to the newly introduced man. Mister Asahi Yozo. A good name! I am Ryoma Sakamichi, the Wandering Barista! He smiles at the man before pulling out a container with a skull and crossbones on it. This should cure what ails you. And to answer your question, it does pay well enough. But I do technically have a second job. He gives a playful wink before brewing the man a cup of Death Wish coffee, black, as it should be. Within a few moments, he is served his steaming hot brew of terrifyingly strong coffee. Careful with that one.

He practically beams at Ryoma as he takes the cup in hand, taking a sip without so much as blowing on the liquid beforehand. Wonderful as always, Ryoma Sakamichi. I am pleased you have taken what you view as a failing and used it to further your own drive for improvement. Human will, the desire to rise again after a fall, it always has stirred a certain emotion in me. He stares into his own reflection in his drink as he says this, a contemplative look on his face.

Asahi would address Al once more with a nod. "Yeah, good to meet you too. Not every day that I meet someone with such a well-mannered way of speaking, no offense to anyone else that is." He would put one hand on the cup very suddenly despite whether the contents may be hot or not. Touching it didn't even seem to bug him in the least bit though as he would begin drinking without even waiting for it to cool off. Finally, he would look back to Hilda. He would almost seem a little more nervous than usual as he would be sweating a little but that may have been from drinking hot coffee without even waiting. "Met before? I don't think so. I think I'd remember a girl in a white dress." He'd finally look back to Ryoma and nod once more. "This is a nice and hot cup. It's at just the perfect temperature. I can see how you make good money with just this though you mentioned a second job. I guess I'm kind of the same as far as work ethic goes but I have many jobs. Perhaps I work too much myself but I don't think I could stop even if I wanted to. Too committed to my work already..."

The woman would take the cup with a grateful smile on her face, sipping at it and wincing a bit from the heat. Despite that, however, she'd still grin a bit at the taste, fairly strong... And a taste of citrus too, not bad at all. "Hmm, thank you, Ryoma. It's quite good in fact, now how much do I owe..." Her eyebrow moves up upon hearing about an encounter, a fight of some kind? She wouldn't take this man for the type, but then again who'd guess some woman in a white dress is the type either? "Getting stronger huh? Sounds a bit like some people I know, and myself at times... I'm a bit surprised that some mild-mannered drink maker is trying to get stronger though, but I really shouldn't be any longer." She'd then rub the back of her head, a slightly sheepish grin crossing Hilda's face as dark purple energy takes shape in her hand to conjure a coin purse into it. "At any rate, how much for this? I only have gold coins at the moment so hopefully, that's still worth something here." Finally, Hilda gazes at the white-haired man for a moment. A pondering expression appearing as she hears the man speak of humans in such a way. "You almost talk as if you aren't a human yourself, not that I'm one to worry about such things. Just curious."

Well-mannered? Why, thank you. Presenting myself as polite, and treating all humans with the respect they deserve is of upmost priority. He smiles at Hilda, taking another sip of his coffee. Haha, I am Al Saiduq. Nothing more, and nothing less. Explaining further would take quite some time.

The woman would take another drink of her tea and look at Al over the cup, something tells her there's quite a bit to it but she'll not pry. "Hmm, I know the feeling. My own story can go on quite a while if allowed in fact." Tends to happen when one is 1000 years old yes, not that she goes around shouting that fact.

I lack the luxury of letting my work fall to the wayside Mister Saiduq. I alone am the only one who can atone for the sins thrust upon me. So if you enioy watching humanity rise again in the face of adversity, just you watch! He grins before turning on his heel and facing Hilda once more. Let me see here. I have been gone for a long while now... and you do not seem to carry currency of my own world... He crosses his arms and loses himself in thought for a moment, getting called back at the mention of his search for strength. Oh. Well I moonlight as a keeper of the peace, or something to that effect. People almost died because I was too weak. Luckily, other upstanding citizens made up for my weakness but I refuse to leave my job to anyone else. He offers a warm smile before holding up his index finger. One gold piece would be more than enough. I can find a broker and convert it! Lastly, he turns to Asahi with a huge grin. I know right! Nothing beats this heat! My boiling blood can reaches a fever pitch when I make a fantastic cup like this! I like your style Mister Yozo. As for the work ethic, I take both my jobs very seriously.

Asahi would almost laugh at all this talk of rising up against the odds. It almost sounded like something someone used to tell him about long ago. He would continue speaking to Ryoma as he sips the cup. "You sound like a hero os some kind with the way you speak. It almost reminds me of those Kamen Riders you'd hear about on the news. Are you a police officer in your second job or something? I wouldn't know much about what the police do in a city like this but with how dangerous things are these days people do definitely need something to keep them safe."

How boastful, yet I feel no sense of falsehood in your emotions. You are an interesting one, Ryoma Sakamichi. I have faith you will live up to your potential. He places his empty cup on the cart with an expression of what can only be described as euphoric as he gazes once more at the barista. With a short nod, he is gone with the next breeze, leaving not a trace behind.

Ryoma is slightly surprised at the mention of Kamen Riders as Asahi speaks. I guess you could say I am a freelance defender of the peace. I do not see myself as a hero of justice or anything. I just work to protect innocent people from being hurt. The police try their best though, but sometimes the threats are too much. He pauses for a moment before shifting focus back to Asahi. You know about Kamen Riders? I have only seen them a few times. What are your thoughts? He would then smile at Al's praise and turn just in time to see him leave.

Asahi would take a few more swigs of his coffee while collecting his thoughts on Kamen Riders. "I was simply joking before. Real Kamen Riders don't exist anymore but I believe anyone who uses the name better be prepared to accept what such a title means. A Kamen Rider is someone who would put their lives on the line if it meant saving others. They're individuals capable of great things with both the power and kindness to help all those they meet. Anything less I feel would insult the name other great Kamen Riders have made. At least, that's how I feel on the matter... I don't actually know much about Kamen Riders. It's just a name I've heard every so often and seems to have a pretty clear definition." As he finished his rant his coffee would be finished as well. He would stare into the empty cup for a moment before placing it back on the counter.

To be willing to lay down your life, hm? Seems rather obvious if they truly wish to protect the lives of others. He takes the cup and discards it into a plastic garbage bag before leaning against the counter. Now what makes you say they are no longer with us? Real Kamen Riders that is. I have heard the name a few times in my days serving coffee and the like. Would you say that modern day masked heroes are not worthy of the title? Ryoma begins methodically putting his tools in their places, casting careful glances up at Asahi.

Asahi would start to get up before straightening his coat. "Maybe it's not so much believing they aren't worthy and more not trusting them to understand that power a Kamen Rider should hold. A strong sense of justice or a mighty blade to slice through all villains alone isn't enough to be a hero. One needs to go beyond just justice or power and see things in terms of what's best for everyone and what a hero truly is. On a side note, I can't judge the modern riders without even having seen their commitment. It's just a fear more than a prediction. I'd hate to see the meaning of a Kamen Rider be twisted. Thanks for the coffee. I should get going. I've been away from my work too long already." He'd place an unorganized wad of cash onto the counter. Though it seemed to be hastily put down it would amount to the correct amount of the coffee plus a tip. Asahi would begin walking away from the booth looking slightly less tired than before.

Mighty blade that can cut through anything? That sounds oddly familiar. But I was being presumptuous...I had assumed that you may have caught wind of our modern day heroes. My apologies. Ryoma offers a quick bow as the money is placed on his counter. I appreciate your patronage. Ciao Mister Yozo! I do hope your work finds you well! As the man leaves Ryoma promptly puts the money inside of a lockbox and simply watches. No pressure, huh? This job of mine was life or death from the start. But it was certainly surprising to meet someone so versed in what it means to don the title of Kamen Rider. He pats down his apron to dust it off before looking skyward. Let's get brewing shall we?