<i>Tsukasa laughs aloud, half mocking, half from the genuine humor of the situation.</i> &quot;I got that part. I even knew about this jumble of worlds. If I were a betting man, I'd wager I know more about this place than you. &quot; <i>Tsukasa holds his arms behind himself and a loud popping noise is heard, as he cracks his back, sighing in relief as it comes to an end.</i> &quot;Call me cleverer than I let on, but all this helps me do my job. I have a reputation to uphold, after all.&quot;

<i>The man in the coat places his hands in his pockets, whistling as though impressed as he looks around the office.</i> &quot;All this for a fire department? You'd have to forgive me if I DIDN'T find it funny.&quot; <i>Tsukasa chuckles audibly.</i> &quot;... and I'd hold off on the pleasantries. Monsters, in my experience, seldom ever stay gone for long. After all, you never know when some big boogyman might hop out from under your desk.&quot;

&quot;Hmph, late to the party it seems...&quot; <i>A man in a black overcoat and a burgundy turtleneck strolls into the office, an old flywheel camera strapped around his neck. He claps his hands together as if removing dust.</i> &quot;Couldn't hurt to scope H2O's sect of this world out though... Perhaps follow up by visiting GYM, ruining a door sounds fun just about now...&quot; <i>Of course, when Tsukasa hear's mention of Riders, his eyes fall on the man behind the desk, well, the man now standing before the girl. He huffs a little, almost in a mocking laugh. He's the one, huh? Not much of a Rider, that's for certain.</i>

<i>Really? No curiosity? More secrets for him then.</i> &quot;Well, if this place really is an amalgamation of worlds, I suppose I'll be sticking around longer than I'm used to. Maybe I'll find some new things.&quot; <i>Tsukasa leans into the couch snugly.</i> &quot;One thing I bet you didn't know is that this place has some weird tendency to house the homeless. I intend to fully take advantage of this, this couch is QUITE comfortable.&quot;

<i>The yawning man leans back into his hands.</i> &quot;No, I found it quite entertaining, just I was really hoping that box would win, you know?&quot; <i>The man chuckles to himself, comedy gold.</i> &quot;As for who I am? Well, let's just say I'm passing through. Probably better for you that you remember it.&quot;

<i>Bingo. He stretches, closing his eyes in relaxation. He opens one eye toward the masked woman, and pops the most straight face.</i> &quot;Well you already know I'm a traveller. Uh, what else...? Photographer, Destroyer of Worlds, and resident cutie. I think that covers it?&quot; <i>He opens the box around his neck, checking through the film inside it.</i> &quot;Nothing too important I guess.&quot;

<i>Tsukasa bows, though it's hard to tell if he's serious, or just joking.</i> &quot;I'd say chivalry isn't dead, but the man here is making the first move. Not that I'm complaining, just stating obvious fact.&quot; <i>Tsukasa retrieves what looks like a porcelain camera from within his coat, placing it on his waist. A metallic ring attaches it like a belt, and an odd book materializes on the side. He pulls the two sides of the belt apart, and the lense turns sideways. He holds the card he had taken out prior, and now the image is a tad clearer. It's an image of a strange mask with bars running down the face. He holds it aloft, high above his head.</i> &quot;Transform!&quot; <i>He places the card into an open slot on the camera, and an odd deep voice echoes from within it.</i> <b>KAMEN RIDE</b> <i>The belt makes a sound similar to a mechanical buildup of energy, or even a small siren. He pushes the two ends together once more, and the lense snaps back to its original position. A ring of barcodes forms around the aperture of the lense, disappearing once he clasps it shut.</i> <b>DECADE</b> <i>Suddenly, nine transparent figures, each with their own symbol floating inside them, form a circle, with Tsukasa at the center. They wrap around, merging into each other, before landing on Tsukasa himself. Nine crimson panels appear above him, flying down rapidly into his mask. With a yellow glow on the center panel, the sides of the suit begin to turn magenta. Once the magenta reaches his feet, Tsukasa's eyes flash green, and stay that way. Tsukasa takes the book thing from the side of his belt, and unfolds a sword from it. He wipes his hand along the blade, in a gesture that seems like he's cleaning it.</i> &quot;I'm used to making people wait with that one. Now, for the attack.&quot; <i>Tsukasa walks forward with his sword hanging from his hand beside him. He wanders as close as he can get before he's interrupted, and strikes with a forward lunge.</i>

<i>Tsukasa whistles at the silly name.</i> &quot;The name's...&quot; <i>Tsukasa pauses, in a copying manner.</i> &quot;Yusuke Onodera.&quot; <i>He says it with such a stone faced expression, even some hard-boiled detectives might not see through it. Of course, he flicks his hand off his eyebrow, in a quick gesture of greeting.</i> &quot;Guess I don't get much in terms of greetings here, then. That's okay, I like my OWN dragon more anyway.&quot; <i>Tsukasa crosses his arms in mock grumpiness.</i>

<i>Tsukasa takes her hand, hopping up to his feet.</i> &quot;'Diagnostics' huh? Update your system recently?&quot; <i>While this could be taken as a joke, there is half the humor that is expected behind his words.</i> &quot;I suppose I don't have any choice really, SOMEONE really just can't believe I have a dragon, and that's just downright rude.&quot; <i>Tsukasa pulls a card from his coat, and taps against it, making a tick tick noise as he does so.</i> &quot;You prefer the inside, or are we feeling outdoorsy today?&quot; <i>Tsukasa simply chooses to wave his hand dismissively toward the dragon.</i> &quot;Might Shmight. The door there just has a curse on it or something.&quot;

What you forgot to mention was you're homeless and lying on the cold concrete. This is all Decade's fault