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Rejoice! The reader of the past and future! The prophet who ensures the proper timeline, and his name is Kamen Rider Woz! This is the first page of a new history!
Annihilation Beyond Space and Time
[<center><b>In a Realm Unknown to Man</b></center>]
<i>Entrusting oneself to fate and fortune is a wonderful gift. This gift was given freely to man, and he has squandered it. He has chosen to struggle against fate, to curse his fortune, not once occurring to him that denying one's destiny and slighting one's blessings will ultimately lead to doom.</i>
"Will you embrace your fate, or fight it until your own power is not enough to move your body?"
<i>A lurching pain brews within... fear, perhaps?</i>
"Should you choose to fight it, know you will have allies. These misguided souls will fight the unwinnable battle alongside you. The actions you take will decide what awaits you. Awaken from your slumber, forget my words if you will be a sleeping slave, crushed beneath the wheel of fate. If you choose to defy the chains of destiny, and free yourself from bondage... then seek him. Seek the prophet who exists beyond time, who writes his own fate in his tome. He possesses the means to take you further."
<center><b>Tokyo, At the End of a Decade.</b></center>
<i>After that dream ends, the decision was upon you to forget what you had dreamed, and fall back asleep, or awaken with the words etched into your memory.</i>
Kujigoji Workshop: Vacancies to fill
<i>Perched atop a hill, at the end of several sets of concrete stairs lies a few sets of buildings, none more noticeable than the store that had a piece of paper taped to the door reading 'Rooms available for rent!'. It seemed cozy enough on the outside, clocks ticking rhythmically in the window. The door was unlocked, and upon entry the first sight is an immense amount of clocks, watches, and other time keeping pieces. The other detail would be the aroma of coffee and some other savory food item wafting in from the hall beside the counter.</i>
Relics of the Past: The First of All
<i>Deep within the blasted out ruins that once made up a prosperous section of Tokyo, a sole light wanders the streets. It is a strange light that beckons all toward it, its prismatic beams serving as a path toward whatever truth it was trying to reveal. The source was the tome held in the hand of the wandering prophet, who seemed to be walking without direction, but with purpose. He stopped upon reaching a specific shell of a building that perhaps at one point might have been the center of a bustling community; however time had not been conducive to whatever this building had once been for. He entered, sitting down on a worn and ashen booth, the table in front of it rotting and breaking apart.</i>
"What did they see in this...? Why the stubborn hold on it? Perhaps that is why I have been led here, not to preach, but to learn..."
Armor Time: Futuring Another Woz
<i>Rumor had been circulating of mysterious lights flashing in the wharf located near the Rainbow Bridge. Reports of arcing green bolts of lightning and an ominous white light flying to and from had become commonplace. There was almost a mysterious compulsion that screamed 'Stay away!'; however, it seemed a gap in that mindset had formed, allowing brave souls to venture in and discover the cause of these phenomena. Of course, if you felt worthy.</i>
Fishing Weekend of STR
<i>In Inokashira, the prophet of time would be sitting with what appears to be a large plastic spear embellished with a smartphone aesthetic. It appears a string has been tied to the edge and is dipped into the murky water. An empty bucket sits beside him.</i>
"REJOICE! He who will learn to master the ultimate technique in combat, the prophet of time and non-existence! His name is Kamen Rider Woz, and now the first page of a new history is written!"
Rejoice! Behold your future!
<i>The new world seems to pay no heed to prophets, not unless they prove their own merit! After rejoicing the future for most of his life, why not allow others in on the glory of time? It is to this end that retainer to the King of Time, Woz, would add his own twist on the title of fortune teller. It is a job largely shrouded in mystery and the arcane, but no longer! Why utilize esoteric means of deciphering the future when all one needs is a prophet?</i>
"Rejoice! The reader of past and future stands before you, his name is Woz, and today he shall impart his blessings upon the public! <i>...for 250 yen.</i>"
<i>His stall is anything but humble, gold satin draped over a sedan chair housing a throne laden with watch faces, in front of it is a stool from which he stands with his hand aloft, open book in hand. In front of THAT stool would be an ornate wooden chair with a crimson velvet cushion.</i>
GYM Deluxe: Street 9-to-5-er
<i>The lights within the recently renovated building inexplicably revived. The once locked door found itself open to the public for another time, but was it ever truly locked? Were the lights ever dimmed? As unlikely as it seems, one would have to bear with it for now. From amicable fights to tragic deaths, the building has long since been chronicled as a hub for self-improvement, and now is no exception, as a new guest arrives add his own flair upon the place.</i>
"It would seem I have some time to peruse this... hmm? A gym, or rather GYM? As unoriginal as it seems, improving myself for My Overlord must take precedence over even the necessity of air itself!"
<i>An oddly dressed man enters reading an even more odd book, bound by what appears to be a watch-strap. He enters the and appears surprised by whatever it is he's reading.</i>
"Many have entered this building for many different reasons, countless even... Now must I too give mine own reason to the annals of history, but what a reason it is! Perhaps the most important of all! Come ye who dare challenge me! Learn what it means to fight a servant to the King of Time!"
<i>With his speech finished, he would stand proudly before an arena, of course he didn't seem phased that nobody was there to hear his proclamation, he almost expected that, but he proclaimed nonetheless.</i>
GYM Deluxe: Street 9-to-5-er
<i>Woz again, attacks the entire, not a portion of, the entire arena, a caged arena no less, the entirety of which was being attacked, at once, in a spherical manner, such that the entire, again I stress the entire arena was attacked. In a manner that affects the flow of time no less, the entire arena was attacked by Woz.</i>
"I don't know, nor do I care to find out how."
Rejoice! Behold your future!
<i>He flips through the book once more, a little disheartened.</i>
"The organization? It seems you will encounter trouble again and again, erm, your friend will. Out of all your friend's options, investing in medical insurance is the best possible route. Should you do so, it appears you will buy out the company and encounter a period of a financial boom, but mismanagement will cause the organization to fall apart as it becomes enveloped in an embezzlement scam."
GYM Deluxe: Street 9-to-5-er
<i>Woz would chuckle, almost bursting into a cackle.</i>
"That's how it is to be, hmm? Very well! Though I think it needs not be said that humanity can at times be crueler and more powerful than any monster your corporation may encounter! I myself know of a human that troubles me much more than any monster I have or will ever encounter."
<i>His smirk would transition to a grimace.</i>
"Rather I know of two... or perhaps I know only myself? Mind you this is no philosophy lecture..."
GYM Deluxe: Street 9-to-5-er
<i>Woz would snap his book shut, the latch sealing it closed from prying eyes. He would greet the woman with an expression that didn't really add much of anything. If anything, he seemed confused, if not slightly insulted.</i>
"No, no. I am not the one named 'Kalib'. Nor am I one of the many who claim some form of ownership over this establishment. Rather, I am a patron, just as much as you must be. Though I must confess to being surprised, not many enter this building without understanding its purpose."
<i>With his back now facing a wall, he would release the clasp, reading more from his tome.</i>
"Though it would appear that you shall understand the meaning behind those arenas rather quickly. As the lack of proper exercise equipment is patently obvious."
<i>He would turn the page, again reading aloud.</i>
"This is certainly a place of combat, and many battles have been fought here. While outwardly I may seem opposed to combat, I will relish the opportunity to hone my skills! As I am sure you are as well."
<i>Woz didn't seem to acknowledge other guests. He was completely involved in his book as he stepped upon the sandy arena floor.</i>
"I must warn you that there are those that have perished in this building, in this very arena in fact. I do not wish to add another to that number, and should you attempt to, I believe we have no further business."
Rejoice! Behold your future!
<i>Woz turns through the tome once more, sitting upon his throne.</i>
"According to this book... your immediate future shows promise, but it is not the proper time. I seek not to correct this discrepancy, but the fact it exists must be stated. The future stolen is a happy one, but I advise caution, for it is a dangerous world, and your happiness can easily become cast aside without vigilance, or rather an excess. Go about your days as you would, but in all things know there is a hidden danger."
<i>The sound of watches ticking echoes from behind his throne.</i>
"Hmph, perhaps you would rather have a pleasant prophecy instead? Then I must delve into the past, the GYM's fridge was recently stocked, strongly in favor of pastries."
GYM Deluxe: Street 9-to-5-er
<i>Woz would simply chuckle at the comment.</i>
"But of course, there is no better preparation to combat than combat itself! Training one's body using equipment will only improve one's ability to use that equipment! I highly doubt your line of work had no encounters with combat, especially unconventional combat to be solved with unconventional means! Therefore I must repeat, there is no better preparation to combat than combat itself!"
<i>He would smirk at this last tidbit of information. It never hurt to read up on opponents, of course he could always have been wrong, but it happened rarely enough for him to maintain his composure.</i>
"Now, do you wish to fight me? Should you prove remotely worthy of my attention, then I will not restrain myself!"
GYM Deluxe: Street 9-to-5-er
<i>Woz once more opens his tome, reading ahead it seems, that is from whatever point he was reading. Perhaps he was just a fast reader?</i>
"There is more to this building than I had first read! That companion demon certainly revised what was allotted in its prime... Perhaps I shan't let that woman's disrespect towards the combative arts dissuade me from my original intent of adding my own page!"
<i>He'd walk from his sandy arena to one accompanied by a terminal, and with several quick inputs, a cage would appear around the arena, made of some sort of digital material, yet wholly physical.</i>
"Again I ask... does anyone dare challenge the prophet to the Lord of Time!?"
Rejoice! Behold your future!
<i>Woz would turn several pages in his tome, before settling on one. His expression maintains blankness as he takes the currency.</i>
"No. At the very least not in this era! Next! Come receive the blessing of knowledge!"
GYM Deluxe: Street 9-to-5-er
<i>After waiting what he considered patiently, Woz grew somewhat frustrated. Much against his better judgement, he would pull out a strange tablet device embellished with several green arrows and begin writing with a similarly designed pen.</i>
"After waiting for some time, the trio that entered together would lose interest in the fight, leaving Woz and the other guest free for the time being."
<i>He would cover the tablet and replace it back inside his coat. He silently hoped the other guest wouldn't have witnessed his interference with the present. No matter, so long as his valuable time wasn't wasted it was of little import who knew his 'secret' if it could even warrant the title.</i>
GYM Deluxe: Street 9-to-5-er
<i>Of course, the implication being she could even reach Woz's side without him dodging by utilizing his scarf as a shield of sorts.</i>
"Of all the insolence I have faced until now... Kneel!"
<i>Woz's blast of energy would encompass the entire caged arena, it almost seemed to affect time as he walked about with a stern glare.</i>
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