drunkenpandaren: (sighing)
Back in 2008 or 2006, I forget which, my brother started playing World of Warcraft and like a good humored person I stuck with my Free to Play games which wasn't actually all that F2P. In short however, when I moved out to Calgary he gave me a copy of World of Warcraft with a promise that I would play with him.

That was about six years ago, maybe eight depending on when the WoW thing all began.

Since then, I have journeyed through Blackfathom Deeps, marched upon Maraudon, explored Hyjal, had finny fun in Vash'jir, and I have encountered every raid there is known to man. One time, I encountered the Paladin Pals. And I have never said these words until today:

I am going to quit World of Warcraft.

This decision has been weighing on me heavily for at least five months now, since the beginning of this year. I had plans which had been whittled away by disappointment and real life, trying to get back into the groove of trying to work for a living because being in between jobs sucks so much. I am on my last fifteen dollars and I don't think I can afford any more.

I will honestly never forget the kind people who I have encountered over time, the good memories and the bad. It's not about raiding or being bad at it, or whatever. It's about the people who I enjoy seeing while logging on. WoW has been my social outlet for a good 6 years and I think it's kept me sane.

I will continue to play, but sporadically. I've cancelled my sub and there's a chance I may not renew it unless I really want to. I love the game, and I love the lore and the people in it. But I think its time to take a step back and get my hands on something else for a while. I don't think I can keep going, not after the slump from Cata that basically ruined me and my enthusiasm until Mists came out.

To my guildmates, I leave with you the saying that "Progression is great. Just remember your limits. Headwalling against bosses makes it not fun for everyone."

To my friends in WoW, I have to say "Thank you for the fish, it's been a blast. I never regretted playing with any of you."

Maybe you'll see me back for 5.4. But as of 5.3, I am done. I don't think I can do it anymore, not without a huge influx of lore which I enjoy immensely and keep motivation for playing. Endless LFR has drained me to the point of no return, and I need to step back.

In short, may the Red Crane guide your path.

Jian Lan/Momotaros/Xhu Min
- Moon Guard/Wyrmrest Accord
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It should be noted that at the point of 2010 October, I had been coloring everything with a mouse. Around this time, I managed to secure a bamboo wacom tablet and things went crazy. Lets dig into the historical archives shall we?


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Aug. 8th, 2012 11:44 am
drunkenpandaren: (sighing)
So I decided to link my paypal with my blizzard account. With any luck, I'll be able to sell some items on D3 once in a while to earn some cash. They'll be listed for about 36 hours a go and I can list 10 at a time.

If anything I hope I'll get some extra money from this.
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PANDAS!

Okay now that's out of my system, lets break it down. I've done part of Jade Forest and the Pandaren Starting Zone. While it is unfinished by spades and things aren't done, and cinematics aren't put into the game yet, it is an interesting experience to say the least.

Monk is by far the most refreshing design of gameplay I have ever experienced in a long while. There's enough power, flexibility and design to keep it fresh, and some of these abilities range from amazing to downright hilarious. The strong AOE style of gameplay, coupled with the melee-types of chi generation is downright incredible, and the animation really lends to it. Even though some of the models aren't done YET, it is already proving to be a nice fluid experience.

Pandas come in three flavors: Brewmaster, Mistweaver and Windseeker which are your Tank, Heal and DPS specs. Or as I like to call them, Jackie Chan, Iroh and Bruce Lee. Clearly the Iroh Spec is fundamental but it's also quite an interesting gameplay. You don't use offhands or shields for healing, you use weapons which are systematic to the Chi generation abilities of Jab/Slice/Clobber/Whatever. Energy generation is top tier and it is a fun experience all around.

Lorewise, this is nice because you get the feeling Pandas are here to bring balance, and not side wholy with one or the other. The uncertainty of Ayla when Varian stresses no-cross-faction friendships is definitely heard in her "voice" as it were.

The environemnt is top tier. So much that I have to turn my graphics DOWN in order to maintain a steady FPS and even then I am LAGGING. But this IS beta after all and there isn't much to it. I have a beast of a machine and Beta lags? Clearly this is graphic intensive.

Monk really brings a refreshing view to the game, and gives us a nice feel for it. It's strong, powerful, rogue-like with huge burst values. Put them into heirloom and they're unstoppable. But that's not what I'm here for at least.

First impressions are developing as they go around, but nothing beats rolling through zones to the Mulan Soundtrack.
drunkenpandaren: (thoughtful)
I've been involved in a lot of things lately, mostly RP stuff but in real life too. Mom's been gone for almost two weeks now on vacation in the Philippines and I've been taking care of the house. Since then I've been cleaning, cooking, experimenting with new recipes and generally giving myself a heck of a time working on various projects. I took a hiatus in Somarium so I can canon review Heartcatch Precure and Kamen Rider Fourze, and I know that's going good. A pet project of Knux and mine, Project PreDestiny, an OC series based on HCPC is getting a canonmate in SRWUG@ and that delights me to no end.

I need to make a few more posts in Mayfield to keep my AC going, and I think I'm covered for about half of my people thus far. I need to double-check since this IS the end of the month after all and the next AC will happen soon most likely. I thought I failed AC for Tsubomi and Gentarou but turns out I was good in Somarium. My last game has been so incredibly slow lately, so I rarely pay attention. That and I'm always covered for that game.

Turns out that frying bananas in batter is a delicious combo and I should do it more often. They don't keep too long after that, but it's always something to be happy about when a batch turns out right. Turns out we have a deep fryer thingy to use for it, so I can lower it into the pot instead of having to drop it all in instead.

My brother problems with his depression has finally begun to wean. He's better now, and not sleeping all the time, just most of the time. He's actually been up and around lately.

Been watching more shows of the space and mecha variety lately, Rinne no Laranage, Infinite Stratos, Symphogear and Kyoukai Senjou no Horizon. Still working on things like that, but it's not bad, not bad at all. And as I write this, trolling music aka Chypre and Coffret's theme comes up on my playlist. Wonderful.

Oh and I've closed one of our old comms on LJ from public access. It's not like anyone's going to use it anymore, right? No one can join it and what prompted it was that there was a spambot trying to get into the membership repeatedly.
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January 5th, 2003

"About time you showed up."

"Yeah traffic was murder," cracked Grissom in his usual deadpan way, looking over at Brass. "What do we have?"

"One Japanese national dead on American soil," replied Brass, showing Grissom the crime scene. The man looked peaceful but half of his lower body was completely gone, the rest of his limbs impacted by something heavy. "This is the first time I've been puzzled. For a moment I thought it was a train jump gone bad being so close to the tracks."

Grissom looked down at the body, crouching and shifting the shirt off to the side. "Yes but trains don't leave teeth marks."

"Teeth marks?" echoed Brass.

"Looks like our vic was completely, for a lack of a better term, eaten alive and then left for dead." Moving his hand across the vic, checking for more evidence, Grissom frowned as he came upon a hard lump. Carefully extracting it, he found a blood-stained yellow deck with a gold marking on it.

"What do you suppose that is?" inquired Brass.

"A deck, and not the kind you sand." surmised Grissom, cards spilling from it.

====

January 5th, 2003 - Same Day

Grissom leaned back in his chair, thinking quietly to himself seconds before a mug of coffee was placed down next to him. "Busy day?" inquired Catherine.

"A little. The latest vic just found outside of town's a puzzle. He got bit in half, and as far as I know, no one's reported that Godzilla's come to town." replied Grissom, taking a sip of his coffee. "Doc Robbins said he's already on it, and it's throwing him for a loop."

"So we have either a large carnivorous animal on the loose, or some crazy circus animal trainer with an attack crocodile." surmised Catherine.

"Or, Godzilla as Greg would say. But I'd say that's more obvious." Grissom sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Got anything else besides coffee?"

"Just one. We ran an analysis of the prints on the deck and cards. Half of them belong to the vic, a one Jiro Yamada. Born in Hokkaido 1978, lost his position as a salary man, and basically has been on the homeless radar for a while. The other... belong to a dead man."

Grissom sat up straight at the second part of the news. "A dead man?"

"The process comes from the NY branch actually, and was processed over a year ago. One Shiro Takami. He was adopted years ago by his American relatives and he died in New York." Catherine handed him the report with the picture of the man on it. "Why a dead mans prints would be on this, just adds to the mystery."

"More reason to find out why this deck is so special."

"You sure it's a deck?"

"It's got cards in it, so I surmise it's a deck of some kind."

"Hey," interrupted Greg, coming to the door. "Brass just called, there's a situation. We've got reports of another body downtown."

"The party train never stops." deadpanned Grissom, getting up and grabbing a swig of coffee before heading out.

=====

January 5th, 2003 - Same Day

"Got another vic, this one not as messy as the first," explained the plainclothes to Grissom when he showed up. "This one was just simply done, neck snapped from what we can tell."

"That's... pretty normal."

"It would, but the guy is missing his arm. Looks like something was chewing on it." At Grissom's expression, the plainclothes sighed. "This is going to be one of those cases, isn't it?"

"Yeah. Put out an APB, be on the lookout for any transports that could hold large animals." replied Grissom, moving over and putting on gloves. "What've we got?"

"Glass shards everywhere. Looks like someone smashed a window while coming down on this guy. And tracks." replied Catherine, having gone on ahead. "Which... stop at the shattered window."

Examining the window, Grissom frowned. "No trace of blood anywhere, and it's too high up on this building to have smashed it normally. And the glass is on the outside, not the inside so it couldn't have been an impromptu way of getting out of the crime scene. Let's get a look inside the building."

Once inside, Grissom scowled at the appearance of the seemingly neat office building. Inspecting the floor, he sighed. "Now this is odd. There's no blood on the inside. Normally when someone blows out a window, there's little flecks of blood from micro abrasions."

"And no tracks either, other than the office workers?" Catherine asked. Grissom shook his head.

"Sunday. Only people here would be the janitors and according to his statement, he was across the building. Security cameras confirm it. Let's get a copy of the tape though."

=====

January 5th, 2003 - Same Day

"Rewind. Stop." Folding his arms, Grissom pointed at the large shadow in the reflection of the window. "There."

"There's our animal. But it doesn't look like anything we've seen before on this scale." remarked Catherine. "Can you clean it up a little?"

"Sure." Zooming in, Greg brought up the horribly pixelated image. "It's hard to make out, but I think there's enough to... holy."

"Is... that a giant snake?" Nick remarked, shuddering. "Oh that's lovely. A big purple cobra. That's going to replace something in my nightmares."

"I'm more concerned about the shadow behind it. Zoom in, Greg." said Grissom, pointing at a small patch of the screen.

Zooming in, Greg did his best to clean it up until a relatively sharp picture was taken. Scowling, Grissom adjusted his glasses. "What... is that?"

"It looks like a man in armor..."

"Kamen Rider..." Everyone turned towards Greg. "Ah, I know this. Back in the 1970s there was a group of people in Japan, they called them Riders. I've heard the stories, but this is the first time I've actually seen one."

"So why is this Kamen Rider here killing people in Las Vegas." Grissom folded his arms. "Get in touch with our friends in the Tokyo PD, let them know their residents are killing people on our soil."

"Oogh, might want to rephrase that a little more delicately." winced Greg. "Kamen Riders are Japan's treasures, right up with Gundams and Astro Boy."

"Okay, we tell them a deranged man in armor is killing people with a giant snake." He gave a meaningful look at Catherine who sighed and walked off, saying, "I'll get Brass on it."

======

January 6th, 2003

Stepping off the plane, Kaoru Ichijou put on sunglasses as he squinted into the warm Las Vegas sun. Gathering his bags from the turntable, he looked around before noticing a couple of uniforms standing there, with his name on a placecard. Walking over, he nodded at them. "Gentlemen," he said in accented English. "I believe I'm the one you're looking for?"

"Inspector Kaoru Ichijou?" inquired one of the men. "I'm Brass, of the LVPD. Nice to meet you. Thank you for coming on short notice."

"Not at all. When our superiors heard you were having Rider trouble, they put me on the first plane here. Shall we?"

In the car, Ichijou looked around the garish strip that they were passing through. "This is quite the city," he remarked.

"It has its ups and downs," replied Brass, pulling into the police department. "Our expert team is already assembled, and waiting for you."

"Then we shouldn't keep them waiting." Grabbing his case, Ichijou headed in with Brass. What greeted him was a couple of people standing near the bullpen, one of them a young man wearing a red scarf and a Ichigo Mask. The woman in front of him was telling him to take it off for now. "Welcoming," chuckled Ichijou.

"Of all the things for them to do today," grumbled Brass. "Sara, Greg, this is Inspector Kaoru Ichijou, of the Nagano PD. He's the police forces expert on Riders."

"Back in my day we didn't call Kuuga a Rider, but the same thing held true after a while," remarked Ichijou. "Can I see the evidence?"

"Of course it's this way." Sara turned to lead them, elbowing Greg who sheepishly pulled the mask off.

"Nice mask," remarked Ichijou, passing by Greg who grinned and gave Sara a "I told you so" look.

Then, Greg stopped in shock at the last words Ichijou said. "No. 4 was a Rider?"

=====

"You have one..." remarked Ichijou, staring at the items in question, and not at the body.

"Have what?" inquired Nick.

Moving over to the packaged deck, Ichijou held it up. "The Tokyo PD's been watching the Rider War for a while, but you've obtained one of their transformation decks."

"Transformation?" echoed Greg and Nick together. "Jinx," added Greg.

"Maybe you can enlighten us on what this does," said Grissom. "We're in the dark right now."

Picking up the deck in its wrapping, Ichijou mimicked Yusuke's motions. "To use it, one would be wearing a belt. We're calling them Drivers recently. And then use the word "henshin" which is Japanese for transform. And then you slide it into the belt. I don't want to actually give it a try, because we don't know just how powerful Odin is."

"Odin. Like the mythological figure?" inquired Sara.

"That's right. There was a war, a sort of stealth war. ORE Journal has been following it lately, and unwittingly helping the police protect people when the Riders are busy fighting one another. There were about 13 at the beginning, but then they've been slowly thinning their ranks."

"No doubt making it harder for the Tokyo PD to keep it under tabs," remarked Catherine.

"We try, but after the Grongi and the Unknown, we're at the point of admitting publically there's yet another Rider incident. The explosion at Seimeiin University was the tipping point for this new Rider situation. To think that one of them jumped over to the States to run rampant." sighed Ichijou.

"What can you tell us about the Riders?" inquired Grissom.

"There's 13 as I said, and we've identified a few." Taking a few photos out of his briefcase, Ichijou passed them around. "The first is Ren Akiyama, who was present during the Seimeiin incident. We believe that is when he first obtained his Rider powers."

The photograph showed a young man, tall and lean dressed in a black leather dustier. Nick commented, "Nice fashion sense."

Several more names passed over them, before Ichijou held out a last photo of a wilder looking man. Grissom immediately sat up. "Isn't that...?"

"Takeshi Asakura. Normally the police would be handling his case, but he's obtained Rider powers as well." confirmed Ichijou. "He's our most likely suspect."

"Well considering that the guy in armor summoned a massive snake, we could probably go on the fact that this guy is also a homicidal maniac," pointed out Sara. "I remember reading the case file on him. Wasn't he acquitted once?"

"By his lawyer, a one Kitaoka Shuichi. That was a year ago, and since then Asakura hasn't stopped. If it wasn't for us being so focused on the Unknown as the time, we would have made it a priority to get involved. But now if he's attacking American nationals on their own soil, this has just become an international incident."

"It's no wonder you guys kept this under wraps," remarked Greg. "With Riders being national treasures, these guys sound like a pile of FUN." And he enunciated fun with a sarcastic lilt.

"If only Godai were available, but last I heard he was in Rwanda." grumbled Ichijou. "For now, I've brought presents."

"I love presents," remarked Brass as Ichijou opened up his case and deposited a box of bullets on the table. "What are these?"

"Special piercing rounds that were effective against the Unknown and Grongi. You can use them against a Rider if it comes down to a shootout." explained Ichijou as Brass picked one of the rounds up. "They're meant for larger weapons, but I've got a case of colt-sized rounds."

"Impressive you got these through security," remarked Sara.

"I have a licence," replied Ichijou with a light smirk.

At that moment, the phone rang as Brass snatched it up. "Brass. Yeah. Okay. On our way." Hanging up, he said, "We've got another vic, same gnawing effect. Downtown, on the strip no less."

"We'd better get down there," said Grissom. "Nick, Sara, I'll need your help this time. And oh, someone get the Inspector some keys for a patrol car."

=====

"Well, at least there's a body to identify this time," remarked Grissom. "Nick, why don't you go and check out the surrounding area, while we get a good profile on the vic."

Nick nodded, heading off towards the strip. Ducking under the police line, he noticed a young man standing there. He had long hair and wearing a blue jacket as he was watching the scene with the crowd. Their eyes locked and Nick's brow shot up. "Hey I know that guy..."

As Nick watched, he slipped off, palming something in his hand. Biting a lip, he jogged after the young man who rounded the corner into an alleyway. Peeking around the corner, Nick heard him yell something in Japanese. And to his surprise, there was an answer as another familiar form stepped out into the light, a satisfied smirk on his face.

Nick grabbed his radio. "Grissom, I just located Asakura. And I think that Shinji guy is with him too."

"You should get back Nick, I'm calling in Brass." answered Grissom.

Suddenly, a knife slammed into the wall next to him with surprising force and Nick jumped back. "Holy shit!"

Asakura had decided he was done talking, and with a low laugh, produced a deck. "Grissom, he's got a deck!"

"HENSHIN!"

"HENSHIN!"

=====

"That's one big snake," remarked Sara as she and Grissom hid behind a patrol car. One minute, there was a yell at them through the radio, and the next, a huge purple cobra had erupted from the alleyway nearby. "I am so glad we've got guns today."

"You and me both, but I'm a horrible shot when faced with seven foot reptiles," remarked Grissom dryly.

Ichijou simply raised his shotgun and blasted it in the face. Grissom and Sara quickly followed as a pair of figures tumbled out, Nick scrambling to safety and diving behind a fire hydrant. Said fire hydrant was smashed instantly and he scrambled away.

Ryuki and Ouja fought tooth and nail, and Ichijou frowned. "Kido, what's he doing here?"

"I'm not waiting to find out," remarked Grissom. "Got any of those bullets on you?'

Tossed a couple, Grissom cocked the shotgun and fired, sending the Venosnaker reeling. It hissed angrily and lunged, the two CSIs and inspector scattering as its tail slammed right through the car. Said car exploded.

"I have never seen that happen before," confessed Grissom.

Rolling to safety, Nick scrambled up against a building seconds before Ryuki impacted next to him. "STRIKE VENT." reported Ouja's visor and Ryuki grabbed Nick, throwing them to the side seconds before the Strike Vent tore through the space they occupied. "Man, Rider guy, if there's anything you can do, now would be the time to do it!"

"STRIKE VENT." Answered the visor of Ryuki's.

"Oh good, you can do that too." Remarked Nick seconds before Ryuki blasted a wave of flames at Ouja who leaped into the air to avoid it. "I'm going to go over here."

"ADVENT." Replied Ouja, and within moments, Metalgelas and Evildiver swooped into view.

"You know in a way, this is both simultaneously horrifying, and incredibly awesome," remarked Nick as he scrambled over to where the others were taking shots at the Venosnaker. "How's your day been?"

In response, Ichijou tossed him a rifle. "I hope you can shoot straight."

"ADVENT." A screech of a bat resounded as a massive bat slammed into the snake, bowling it over. Said snake hissed at Darkwing and Darkwing responded in kind. The roar of a motorcycle was heard at that moment, the figure pulling up and unhooking himself from the cycle. Kamen Rider Knight drew his sword and without preamble, slotted in another card. "SWORD VENT."

"Knight's arrived," remarked Ichijou as he fired another few rounds at the snake while Darkwing took a few diving shots at it. Turning over towards Knight, he yelled something in Japanese. Knight didn't respond but he immediately moved towards Ouja, sword in hand. "I got him on the enemy," explained Ichijou.

"Glad to hear it." remarked Grissom.

"FINAL VENT." A huge dragon burst from the glass, sending people who had remained to watch run screaming. It coiled around Ryuki as the Rider took a stance. "FINAL VENT," echoed Ouja as the snake, tired of the CSIs and policeman, moved behind Asakura in order to launch him into the air. Ichijou grabbed all three of them and yelled, "RIDER KICK!"

The whole area ignited into flames as the pair clashed, hot winds buffering the entire area as they hid behind the police cruiser. When it settled, the snake and two other monsters were nowhere to be found, save for the dragon and bat that hovered overhead. "Rider... Kick?" echoed Grissom once his ears stopped ringing.

"You should have seen Kuuga's."

=====

"Where's Kido?" inquired Ren in his limited English.

"Over that way, with one of the CSI's," said Ichijou in Japanese, pointing towards the Bullpen. Ren nodded and headed out, his jacket swirling behind him.

"I need a jacket that can do that," said Brass enviously as he turned towards the report. "What do we have?"

"Looks like according to Kido and Akiyama, Asakura's on a rampage. He got a few more contract monsters after killing a couple more Riders, and he decided Japan was too small for his tastes." explained Ichijou.

"And we know he's already a designated murderer and psychopath," added Grissom. "That alone serves him life if not even the chair."

"Hopefully we can contain him before he does any more damage," said Sara.

"What about the murders. Any rhyme to them?" inquired Catherine.

Ichijou shook his head. "Asakura kills for fun, so there's no pattern. He also is letting his contract monsters feed on the people he kills, so we're lucky that we've even got a body left for some of them."

"Grisly," grumbled Brass. "What's the story behind these monsters anyhow?"

"We're still investigating that, but they all come from what we call the Mirror World. Sort of a parallel dimension to this one." Ichijou pointed at the mirror nearby. "There's a whole world behind that mirror."

Suddenly there was a loud shout as Nick and Shinji came tearing into the room, past the group and into another as a plainclothes was yelling at them. Ren was grumbling something and Ichijou asked him what he said.

"What was that all about?" inquired Brass.

"Looks like Nick and Kido are getting into trouble," remarked Grissom.

Ren said something and Ichijou translated. "He said he's putting it on Kido's tab."

"Now why didn't we think of that?" inquired Sara.

=====

"Here Ouja, Ouja, Ouja," whispered Nick as he and Shinji wandered the darkly lit alleyway, looking for Asakura.

Shinji looked at him. "Bad luck, call Asakura."

"I know that, but it's not like it's going to matter." remarked Nick, noting the sniper team that Brass had set up around the perimeter where Asakura had been seen last.

It had been an unanimous decision to let Shinji and Ren route out Asakura, and then they would capture him. However, Nick had steadfast refused to let them go at it alone, and thus he was bait alongside the others.

Across the way, Grissom and Sara hid with rifles. "You think this'll work?" he asked Sara.

"Well if its one thing we've learned in our short association with these Riders, is that they're good at getting into trouble," replied Sara.

There was silence from the alleyway as Ichijou raised a radio. "Nick, is there anything?"

"Nothing. Maybe get some of Brass's men in here."

At that moment, a unadulterated scream of terror and pain was heard as a sniper was suddenly dragged away from his position. "Rooftops!" Sounds of shots could be heard and a roar of pain from one of Asakura's contract monsters.

There was a honking noise like a swan-call, as another monster swooped into view, buffeting the group with gusts of wind. "Lovely, he's even got a bird," remarked Sara seconds before Ren's bat crashed into it, snapping its jaws at the swan who attacked it furiously.

"It's like Swan Lake, but only instead of ballet, the swan's trying to kill us." Grissom opened fire and more blasts pelted the contract monster.

At that moment, Asakura leaped down from the rooftops, laughing maniacally as he started to carve through the policemen, wielding a wickedly curved sword. He advanced on the trio, holding out his hand. "Deck. Give it to me."

At that moment, Shinji dropkicked him in the back and Asakura whirled on him. "Ryuki!"

Scrambling back, the CSIs and Ichijou opened fire on Asakura who blocked several attacks before leaping into the air. His sword scythed down with a sound of "STRIKE VENT" and the trio threw themselves to the side, the car they were standing next to exploding from the force of it.

"STRIKE VENT," proclaimed Ren's visor as he locked into combat with Asakura, the pair fighting back and forth while Ichijou and the others reloaded, rifle shots peppering Asakura who tanked all the blasts with a crazed maniacal laughter.

"This is getting bad, I don't think Kido and the others can handle him," remarked Sara as Asakura slotted in another card, and three more monsters burst into view.

Nick picked up a rifle from a fallen policeman and opened fire as well, the shots slamming against the swan who honked and dive-bombed him. Rolling to the side, he yelled at Ichijou, "Where's the backup?"

"Five minutes!" yelled Ichijou, shooting back at the opponents.

"The deck, give to me!" yelled Asakura, leaping at them again and being intercepted by Shinji who slammed into him.

"He really wants that deck," said Grissom, reaching into his jacket pocket. It was evidence so he was keeping it on his person since it was too dangerous to keep at the precinct.

"Gil you're not seriously considering...!" exclaimed Sara as Grissom scrambled to his feet, unwrapping the Odin deck from its wrappings.

Asakura's eyes seemed to light up in delight. "Give to me!"

"Come and get it." And Grissom held it out towards a storefront window, a belt attaching to his middle.

"ONORE...!" Asakura charged, only to be met by Shinji and Ren who grappled with the insane serial killer. "Mine!"

"When hell freezes over." retorted Grissom, holding up the deck in his left hand. It glowed with a faint golden light as he began the route. "Hen...!"

BLAM. The gunshot sounded like it echoed across the world as time seemed to slow. And with that, Asakura gasped and doubled over, a smoking hole in his middle where his deck had been.

Ichijou smirked as he lowered his shotgun, the barrels smoking. "Grissom, put it down. I think he's done."

"We'd better leave," said Ichijou, rapidly translating for Shinji as Asakura let out a maddened scream of rage. "When a advent deck is destroyed, the monsters aren't obliged to listen to the Rider anymore."

"You heard him, pull back!" Yelled Brass as the large snake turned away from the policemen and slithered towards Asakura who was still screaming in rage.

Silence. And then the monsters vanished into the mirrors, leaving a group of wounded, and aghast police officers, CSI's and a grim looking Ichijou. "Dinner is served." said Grissom.

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January 7th - Graveyard Shift

"You just GAVE IT BACK?" snarled Grissom, his ire risen as he glared daggers at Ecklie. "After all we've been through you gave it back, Conrad?"

"He had all the proper channels filled out. What was I supposed to do?" replied Ecklie, folding his arms. "It looked all very official!"

"That was a poor decision," said Ichijou, his contempt for this man already in the thousands. "We needed to hold onto that for evidence."

Shinji said something and Ichijou translated. "That man was most likely Kanzaki, the one who orchestrated all of this. And now he's got the Odin deck back."

"Well shit. So that means what now?" inquired Nick.

"Odin, rewind time. Time Vent. No remember everything," said Ren, folding his arms.

"Great." Sara sighed. "This isn't good at all."

Ichijou opened his mouth --

-- and time shifted.

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January 5th, Cycle 2

Grissom had to admit this was one of the quietest nights. All he was doing was working on his reports, and admiring the fetal pig in the corner of his office.

"Gil?" Grissom looked up at Sara. "Sorry to bother you, but do you get the feeling of deja-vu?"

"Not particularly," remarked Grissom. "But sometimes people believe we've experienced things like this before."

"Hey," said Nick from behind Sara. "Sorry to bug you two, but there's a murder at the train tracks."

"The party train never stops." deadpanned Grissom, getting up and grabbing a swig of coffee before heading out.
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January 5th, 2003

"About time you showed up."

"Yeah traffic was murder," cracked Grissom in his usual deadpan way, looking over at Brass. "What do we have?"

"One Japanese national dead on American soil," replied Brass, showing Grissom the crime scene. The man looked peaceful but half of his lower body was completely gone, the rest of his limbs impacted by something heavy. "This is the first time I've been puzzled. For a moment I thought it was a train jump gone bad being so close to the tracks."

Grissom looked down at the body, crouching and shifting the shirt off to the side. "Yes but trains don't leave teeth marks."

"Teeth marks?" echoed Brass.

"Looks like our vic was completely, for a lack of a better term, eaten alive and then left for dead." Moving his hand across the vic, checking for more evidence, Grissom frowned as he came upon a hard lump. Carefully extracting it, he found a blood-stained yellow deck with a gold marking on it.

"What do you suppose that is?" inquired Brass.

"A deck, and not the kind you sand." surmised Grissom, cards spilling from it.

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January 5th, 2003 - Same Day

Grissom leaned back in his chair, thinking quietly to himself seconds before a mug of coffee was placed down next to him. "Busy day?" inquired Catherine.

"A little. The latest vic just found outside of town's a puzzle. He got bit in half, and as far as I know, no one's reported that Godzilla's come to town." replied Grissom, taking a sip of his coffee. "Doc Robbins said he's already on it, and it's throwing him for a loop."

"So we have either a large carnivorous animal on the loose, or some crazy circus animal trainer with an attack crocodile." surmised Catherine.

"Or, Godzilla as Greg would say. But I'd say that's more obvious." Grissom sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Got anything else besides coffee?"

"Just one. We ran an analysis of the prints on the deck and cards. Half of them belong to the vic, a one Jiro Yamada. Born in Hokkaido 1978, lost his position as a salary man, and basically has been on the homeless radar for a while. The other... belong to a dead man."

Grissom sat up straight at the second part of the news. "A dead man?"

"The process comes from the NY branch actually, and was processed over a year ago. One Shiro Takami. He was adopted years ago by his American relatives and he died in New York." Catherine handed him the report with the picture of the man on it. "Why a dead mans prints would be on this, just adds to the mystery."

"More reason to find out why this deck is so special."

"You sure it's a deck?"

"It's got cards in it, so I surmise it's a deck of some kind."

"Hey," interrupted Greg, coming to the door. "Brass just called, there's a situation. We've got reports of another body downtown."

"The party train never stops." deadpanned Grissom, getting up and grabbing a swig of coffee before heading out.

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January 5th, 2003 - Same Day

"Got another vic, this one not as messy as the first," explained the plainclothes to Grissom when he showed up. "This one was just simply done, neck snapped from what we can tell."

"That's... pretty normal."

"It would, but the guy is missing his arm. Looks like something was chewing on it." At Grissom's expression, the plainclothes sighed. "This is going to be one of those cases, isn't it?"

"Yeah. Put out an APB, be on the lookout for any transports that could hold large animals." replied Grissom, moving over and putting on gloves. "What've we got?"

"Glass shards everywhere. Looks like someone smashed a window while coming down on this guy. And tracks." replied Catherine, having gone on ahead. "Which... stop at the shattered window."

Examining the window, Grissom frowned. "No trace of blood anywhere, and it's too high up on this building to have smashed it normally. And the glass is on the outside, not the inside so it couldn't have been an impromptu way of getting out of the crime scene. Let's get a look inside the building."

Once inside, Grissom scowled at the appearance of the seemingly neat office building. Inspecting the floor, he sighed. "Now this is odd. There's no blood on the inside. Normally when someone blows out a window, there's little flecks of blood from micro abrasions."

"And no tracks either, other than the office workers?" Catherine asked. Grissom shook his head.

"Sunday. Only people here would be the janitors and according to his statement, he was across the building. Security cameras confirm it. Let's get a copy of the tape though."

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January 5th, 2003 - Same Day

"Rewind. Stop." Folding his arms, Grissom pointed at the large shadow in the reflection of the window. "There."

"There's our animal. But it doesn't look like anything we've seen before on this scale." remarked Catherine. "Can you clean it up a little?"

"Sure." Zooming in, Greg brought up the horribly pixelated image. "It's hard to make out, but I think there's enough to... holy."

"Is... that a giant snake?" Nick remarked, shuddering. "Oh that's lovely. A big purple cobra. That's going to replace something in my nightmares."

"I'm more concerned about the shadow behind it. Zoom in, Greg." said Grissom, pointing at a small patch of the screen.

Zooming in, Greg did his best to clean it up until a relatively sharp picture was taken. Scowling, Grissom adjusted his glasses. "What... is that?"

"It looks like a man in armor..."

"Kamen Rider..." Everyone turned towards Greg. "Ah, I know this. Back in the 1970s there was a group of people in Japan, they called them Riders. I've heard the stories, but this is the first time I've actually seen one."

"So why is this Kamen Rider here killing people in Las Vegas." Grissom folded his arms. "Get in touch with our friends in the Tokyo PD, let them know their residents are killing people on our soil."

"Oogh, might want to rephrase that a little more delicately." winced Greg. "Kamen Riders are Japan's treasures, right up with Gundams and Astro Boy."

"Okay, we tell them a deranged man in armor is killing people with a giant snake." He gave a meaningful look at Catherine who sighed and walked off, saying, "I'll get Brass on it."

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January 6th, 2003

Stepping off the plane, Kaoru Ichijou put on sunglasses as he squinted into the warm Las Vegas sun. Gathering his bags from the turntable, he looked around before noticing a couple of uniforms standing there, with his name on a placecard. Walking over, he nodded at them. "Gentlemen," he said in accented English. "I believe I'm the one you're looking for?"

"Inspector Kaoru Ichijou?" inquired one of the men. "I'm Brass, of the LVPD. Nice to meet you. Thank you for coming on short notice."

"Not at all. When our superiors heard you were having Rider trouble, they put me on the first plane here. Shall we?"

In the car, Ichijou looked around the garish strip that they were passing through. "This is quite the city," he remarked.

"It has its ups and downs," replied Brass, pulling into the police department. "Our expert team is already assembled, and waiting for you."

"Then we shouldn't keep them waiting." Grabbing his case, Ichijou headed in with Brass. What greeted him was a couple of people standing near the bullpen, one of them a young man wearing a red scarf and a Ichigo Mask. The woman in front of him was telling him to take it off for now. "Welcoming," chuckled Ichijou.

"Of all the things for them to do today," grumbled Brass. "Sara, Greg, this is Inspector Kaoru Ichijou, of the Nagano PD. He's the police forces expert on Riders."

"Back in my day we didn't call Kuuga a Rider, but the same thing held true after a while," remarked Ichijou. "Can I see the evidence?"

"Of course it's this way." Sara turned to lead them, elbowing Greg who sheepishly pulled the mask off.

"Nice mask," remarked Ichijou, passing by Greg who grinned and gave Sara a "I told you so" look.

Then, Greg stopped in shock at the last words Ichijou said. "No. 4 was a Rider?"

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"You have one..." remarked Ichijou, staring at the items in question, and not at the body.

"Have what?" inquired Nick.

Moving over to the packaged deck, Ichijou held it up. "The Tokyo PD's been watching the Rider War for a while, but you've obtained one of their transformation decks."

"Transformation?" echoed Greg and Nick together. "Jinx," added Greg.

"Maybe you can enlighten us on what this does," said Grissom. "We're in the dark right now."

Picking up the deck in its wrapping, Ichijou mimicked Yusuke's motions. "To use it, one would be wearing a belt. We're calling them Drivers recently. And then use the word "henshin" which is Japanese for transform. And then you slide it into the belt. I don't want to actually give it a try, because we don't know just how powerful Odin is."

"Odin. Like the mythological figure?" inquired Sara.

"That's right. There was a war, a sort of stealth war. ORE Journal has been following it lately, and unwittingly helping the police protect people when the Riders are busy fighting one another. There were about 13 at the beginning, but then they've been slowly thinning their ranks."

"No doubt making it harder for the Tokyo PD to keep it under tabs," remarked Catherine.

"We try, but after the Grongi and the Unknown, we're at the point of admitting publically there's yet another Rider incident. The explosion at Seimeiin University was the tipping point for this new Rider situation. To think that one of them jumped over to the States to run rampant." sighed Ichijou.

"What can you tell us about the Riders?" inquired Grissom.

"There's 13 as I said, and we've identified a few." Taking a few photos out of his briefcase, Ichijou passed them around. "The first is Ren Akiyama, who was present during the Seimeiin incident. We believe that is when he first obtained his Rider powers."

The photograph showed a young man, tall and lean dressed in a black leather dustier. Nick commented, "Nice fashion sense."

Several more names passed over them, before Ichijou held out a last photo of a wilder looking man. Grissom immediately sat up. "Isn't that...?"

"Takeshi Asakura. Normally the police would be handling his case, but he's obtained Rider powers as well." confirmed Ichijou. "He's our most likely suspect."

"Well considering that the guy in armor summoned a massive snake, we could probably go on the fact that this guy is also a homicidal maniac," pointed out Sara. "I remember reading the case file on him. Wasn't he acquitted once?"

"By his lawyer, a one Kitaoka Shuichi. That was a year ago, and since then Asakura hasn't stopped. If it wasn't for us being so focused on the Unknown as the time, we would have made it a priority to get involved. But now if he's attacking American nationals on their own soil, this has just become an international incident."

"It's no wonder you guys kept this under wraps," remarked Greg. "With Riders being national treasures, these guys sound like a pile of FUN." And he enunciated fun with a sarcastic lilt.

"If only Godai were available, but last I heard he was in Rwanda." grumbled Ichijou. "For now, I've brought presents."

"I love presents," remarked Brass as Ichijou opened up his case and deposited a box of bullets on the table. "What are these?"

"Special piercing rounds that were effective against the Unknown and Grongi. You can use them against a Rider if it comes down to a shootout." explained Ichijou as Brass picked one of the rounds up. "They're meant for larger weapons, but I've got a case of colt-sized rounds."

"Impressive you got these through security," remarked Sara.

"I have a licence," replied Ichijou with a light smirk.

At that moment, the phone rang as Brass snatched it up. "Brass. Yeah. Okay. On our way." Hanging up, he said, "We've got another vic, same gnawing effect. Downtown, on the strip no less."

"We'd better get down there," said Grissom. "Nick, Sara, I'll need your help this time. And oh, someone get the Inspector some keys for a patrol car."

=====

"Well, at least there's a body to identify this time," remarked Grissom. "Nick, why don't you go and check out the surrounding area, while we get a good profile on the vic."

Nick nodded, heading off towards the strip. Ducking under the police line, he noticed a young man standing there. He had long hair and wearing a blue jacket as he was watching the scene with the crowd. Their eyes locked and Nick's brow shot up. "Hey I know that guy..."

As Nick watched, he slipped off, palming something in his hand. Biting a lip, he jogged after the young man who rounded the corner into an alleyway. Peeking around the corner, Nick heard him yell something in Japanese. And to his surprise, there was an answer as another familiar form stepped out into the light, a satisfied smirk on his face.

Nick grabbed his radio. "Grissom, I just located Asakura. And I think that Shinji guy is with him too."

"You should get back Nick, I'm calling in Brass." answered Grissom.

Suddenly, a knife slammed into the wall next to him with surprising force and Nick jumped back. "Holy shit!"

Asakura had decided he was done talking, and with a low laugh, produced a deck. "Grissom, he's got a deck!"

"HENSHIN!"

"HENSHIN!"

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"That's one big snake," remarked Sara as she and Grissom hid behind a patrol car. One minute, there was a yell at them through the radio, and the next, a huge purple cobra had erupted from the alleyway nearby. "I am so glad we've got guns today."

"You and me both, but I'm a horrible shot when faced with seven foot reptiles," remarked Grissom dryly.

Ichijou simply raised his shotgun and blasted it in the face. Grissom and Sara quickly followed as a pair of figures tumbled out, Nick scrambling to safety and diving behind a fire hydrant. Said fire hydrant was smashed instantly and he scrambled away.

Ryuki and Ouja fought tooth and nail, and Ichijou frowned. "Kido, what's he doing here?"

"I'm not waiting to find out," remarked Grissom. "Got any of those bullets on you?'

Tossed a couple, Grissom cocked the shotgun and fired, sending the Venosnaker reeling. It hissed angrily and lunged, the two CSIs and inspector scattering as its tail slammed right through the car. Said car exploded.

"I have never seen that happen before," confessed Grissom.

Rolling to safety, Nick scrambled up against a building seconds before Ryuki impacted next to him. "STRIKE VENT." reported Ouja's visor and Ryuki grabbed Nick, throwing them to the side seconds before the Strike Vent tore through the space they occupied. "Man, Rider guy, if there's anything you can do, now would be the time to do it!"

"STRIKE VENT." Answered the visor of Ryuki's.

"Oh good, you can do that too." Remarked Nick seconds before Ryuki blasted a wave of flames at Ouja who leaped into the air to avoid it. "I'm going to go over here."

"ADVENT." Replied Ouja, and within moments, Metalgelas and Evildiver swooped into view.

"You know in a way, this is both simultaneously horrifying, and incredibly awesome," remarked Nick as he scrambled over to where the others were taking shots at the Venosnaker. "How's your day been?"

In response, Ichijou tossed him a rifle. "I hope you can shoot straight."

"ADVENT." A screech of a bat resounded as a massive bat slammed into the snake, bowling it over. Said snake hissed at Darkwing and Darkwing responded in kind. The roar of a motorcycle was heard at that moment, the figure pulling up and unhooking himself from the cycle. Kamen Rider Knight drew his sword and without preamble, slotted in another card. "SWORD VENT."

"Knight's arrived," remarked Ichijou as he fired another few rounds at the snake while Darkwing took a few diving shots at it. Turning over towards Knight, he yelled something in Japanese. Knight didn't respond but he immediately moved towards Ouja, sword in hand. "I got him on the enemy," explained Ichijou.

"Glad to hear it." remarked Grissom.

"FINAL VENT." A huge dragon burst from the glass, sending people who had remained to watch run screaming. It coiled around Ryuki as the Rider took a stance. "FINAL VENT," echoed Ouja as the snake, tired of the CSIs and policeman, moved behind Asakura in order to launch him into the air. Ichijou grabbed all three of them and yelled, "RIDER KICK!"

The whole area ignited into flames as the pair clashed, hot winds buffering the entire area as they hid behind the police cruiser. When it settled, the snake and two other monsters were nowhere to be found, save for the dragon and bat that hovered overhead. "Rider... Kick?" echoed Grissom once his ears stopped ringing.

"You should have seen Kuugas."

=====

"Where's Kido?" inquired Ren in his limited English.

"Over that way, with one of the CSI's," said Ichijou in Japanese, pointing towards the Bullpen. Ren nodded and headed out, his jacket swirling behind him.

"I need a jacket that can do that," said Brass enviously as he turned towards the report. "What do we have?"

"Looks like according to Kido and Akiyama, Asakura's on a rampage. He got a few more contract monsters after killing a couple more Riders, and he decided Japan was too small for his tastes." explained Ichijou.

"And we know he's already a designated murderer and psychopath," added Grissom. "That alone serves him life if not even the chair."

"Hopefully we can contain him before he does any more damage," said Sara.

"What about the murders. Any rhyme to them?" inquired Catherine.

Ichijou shook his head. "Asakura kills for fun, so there's no pattern. He also is letting his contract monsters feed on the people he kills, so we're lucky that we've even got a body left for some of them."

"Grisly," grumbled Brass. "What's the story behind these monsters anyhow?"

"We're still investigating that, but they all come from what we call the Mirror World. Sort of a parallel dimension to this one." Ichijou pointed at the mirror nearby. "There's a whole world behind that mirror."

Suddenly there was a loud shout as Nick and Shinji came tearing into the room, past the group and into another as a plainclothes was yelling at them. Ren was grumbling something and Ichijou asked him what he said.

"What was that all about?" inquired Brass.

"Looks like Nick and Kido are getting into trouble," remarked Grissom.

Ren said something and Ichijou translated. "He said he's putting it on Kido's tab."

"Now why didn't we think of that?" inquired Sara.
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January 5th, 2003

"About time you showed up."

"Yeah traffic was murder," cracked Grissom in his usual deadpan way, looking over at Brass. "What do we have?"

"One Japanese national dead on American soil," replied Brass, showing Grissom the crime scene. The man looked peaceful but half of his lower body was completely gone, the rest of his limbs impacted by something heavy. "This is the first time I've been puzzled. For a moment I thought it was a train jump gone bad being so close to the tracks."

Grissom looked down at the body, crouching and shifting the shirt off to the side. "Yes but trains don't leave teeth marks."

"Teeth marks?" echoed Brass.

"Looks like our vic was completely, for a lack of a better term, eaten alive and then left for dead." Moving his hand across the vic, checking for more evidence, Grissom frowned as he came upon a hard lump. Carefully extracting it, he found a blood-stained yellow deck with a gold marking on it.

"What do you suppose that is?" inquired Brass.

"A deck, and not the kind you sand." surmised Grissom, cards spilling from it.

====

January 5th, 2003 - Same Day

Grissom leaned back in his chair, thinking quietly to himself seconds before a mug of coffee was placed down next to him. "Busy day?" inquired Catherine.

"A little. The latest vic just found outside of town's a puzzle. He got bit in half, and as far as I know, no one's reported that Godzilla's come to town." replied Grissom, taking a sip of his coffee. "Doc Robbins said he's already on it, and it's throwing him for a loop."

"So we have either a large carnivorous animal on the loose, or some crazy circus animal trainer with an attack crocodile." surmised Catherine.

"Or, Godzilla as Greg would say. But I'd say that's more obvious." Grissom sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Got anything else besides coffee?"

"Just one. We ran an analysis of the prints on the deck and cards. Half of them belong to the vic, a one Jiro Yamada. Born in Hokkaido 1978, lost his position as a salary man, and basically has been on the homeless radar for a while. The other... belong to a dead man."

Grissom sat up straight at the second part of the news. "A dead man?"

"The process comes from the NY branch actually, and was processed over a year ago. One Shiro Takami. He was adopted years ago by his American relatives and he died in New York." Catherine handed him the report with the picture of the man on it. "Why a dead mans prints would be on this, just adds to the mystery."

"More reason to find out why this deck is so special."

"You sure it's a deck?"

"It's got cards in it, so I surmise it's a deck of some kind."

"Hey," interrupted Greg, coming to the door. "Brass just called, there's a situation. We've got reports of another body downtown."

"The party train never stops." deadpanned Grissom, getting up and grabbing a swig of coffee before heading out.

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January 5th, 2003 - Same Day

"Got another vic, this one not as messy as the first," explained the plainclothes to Grissom when he showed up. "This one was just simply done, neck snapped from what we can tell."

"That's... pretty normal."

"It would, but the guy is missing his arm. Looks like something was chewing on it." At Grissom's expression, the plainclothes sighed. "This is going to be one of those cases, isn't it?"

"Yeah. Put out an APB, be on the lookout for any transports that could hold large animals." replied Grissom, moving over and putting on gloves. "What've we got?"

"Glass shards everywhere. Looks like someone smashed a window while coming down on this guy. And tracks." replied Catherine, having gone on ahead. "Which... stop at the shattered window."

Examining the window, Grissom frowned. "No trace of blood anywhere, and it's too high up on this building to have smashed it normally. And the glass is on the outside, not the inside so it couldn't have been an impromptu way of getting out of the crime scene. Let's get a look inside the building."

Once inside, Grissom scowled at the appearance of the seemingly neat office building. Inspecting the floor, he sighed. "Now this is odd. There's no blood on the inside. Normally when someone blows out a window, there's little flecks of blood from micro abrasions."

"And no tracks either, other than the office workers?" Catherine asked. Grissom shook his head.

"Sunday. Only people here would be the janitors and according to his statement, he was across the building. Security cameras confirm it. Let's get a copy of the tape though."

=====

January 5th, 2003 - Same Day

"Rewind. Stop." Folding his arms, Grissom pointed at the large shadow in the reflection of the window. "There."

"There's our animal. But it doesn't look like anything we've seen before on this scale." remarked Catherine. "Can you clean it up a little?"

"Sure." Zooming in, Greg brought up the horribly pixelated image. "It's hard to make out, but I think there's enough to... holy."

"Is... that a giant snake?" Nick remarked, shuddering. "Oh that's lovely. A big purple cobra. That's going to replace something in my nightmares."

"I'm more concerned about the shadow behind it. Zoom in, Greg." said Grissom, pointing at a small patch of the screen.

Zooming in, Greg did his best to clean it up until a relatively sharp picture was taken. Scowling, Grissom adjusted his glasses. "What... is that?"

"It looks like a man in armor..."

"Kamen Rider..." Everyone turned towards Greg. "Ah, I know this. Back in the 1970s there was a group of people in Japan, they called them Riders. I've heard the stories, but this is the first time I've actually seen one."

"So why is this Kamen Rider here killing people in Las Vegas." Grissom folded his arms. "Get in touch with our friends in the Tokyo PD, let them know their residents are killing people on our soil."

"Oogh, might want to rephrase that a little more delicately." winced Greg. "Kamen Riders are Japan's treasures, right up with Gundams and Astro Boy."

"Okay, we tell them a deranged man in armor is killing people with a giant snake." He gave a meaningful look at Catherine who sighed and walked off, saying, "I'll get Brass on it."

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January 6th, 2003

Stepping off the plane, Kaoru Ichijou put on sunglasses as he squinted into the warm Las Vegas sun. Gathering his bags from the turntable, he looked around before noticing a couple of uniforms standing there, with his name on a placecard. Walking over, he nodded at them. "Gentlemen," he said in accented English. "I believe I'm the one you're looking for?"

"Inspector Kaoru Ichijou?" inquired one of the men. "I'm Brass, of the LVPD. Nice to meet you. Thank you for coming on short notice."

"Not at all. When our superiors heard you were having Rider trouble, they put me on the first plane here. Shall we?"

In the car, Ichijou looked around the garish strip that they were passing through. "This is quite the city," he remarked.

"It has its ups and downs," replied Brass, pulling into the police department. "Our expert team is already assembled, and waiting for you."

"Then we shouldn't keep them waiting." Grabbing his case, Ichijou headed in with Brass. What greeted him was a couple of people standing near the bullpen, one of them a young man wearing a red scarf and a Ichigo Mask. The woman in front of him was telling him to take it off for now. "Welcoming," chuckled Ichijou.

"Of all the things for them to do today," grumbled Brass. "Sara, Greg, this is Inspector Kaoru Ichijou, of the Nagano PD. He's the police forces expert on Riders."

"Back in my day we didn't call Kuuga a Rider, but the same thing held true after a while," remarked Ichijou. "Can I see the evidence?"

"Of course it's this way." Sara turned to lead them, elbowing Greg who sheepishly pulled the mask off.

"Nice mask," remarked Ichijou, passing by Greg who grinned and gave Sara a "I told you so" look.

Then, Greg stopped in shock at the last words Ichijou said. "No. 4 was a Rider?"

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"You have one..." remarked Ichijou, staring at the items in question, and not at the body.

"Have what?" inquired Nick.

Moving over to the packaged deck, Ichijou held it up. "The Tokyo PD's been watching the Rider War for a while, but you've obtained one of their transformation decks."

"Transformation?" echoed Greg and Nick together. "Dibs," added Greg.

"Maybe you can enlighten us on what this does," said Grissom. "We're in the dark right now."

Picking up the deck in its wrapping, Ichijou mimicked Yusuke's motions. "To use it, one would be wearing a belt. We're calling them Drivers recently. And then use the word "henshin" which is Japanese for transform. And then you slide it into the belt. I don't want to actually give it a try, because we don't know just how powerful Odin is."

"Odin. Like the mythological figure?" inquired Sara.

"That's right. There was a war, a sort of stealth war. ORE Journal has been following it lately, and unwittingly helping the police protect people when the Riders are busy fighting one another. There were about 13 at the beginning, but then they've been slowly thinning their ranks."

"No doubt making it harder for the Tokyo PD to keep it under tabs," remarked Catherine.

"We try, but after the Grongi and the Unknown, we're at the point of admitting publically there's yet another Rider incident. The explosion at Seimeiin University was the tipping point for this new Rider situation. To think that one of them jumped over to the States to run rampant." sighed Ichijou.

"What can you tell us about the Riders?" inquired Grissom.

"There's 13 as I said, and we've identified a few." Taking a few photos out of his briefcase, Ichijou passed them around. "The first is Ren Akiyama, who was present during the Seimeiin incident. We believe that is when he first obtained his Rider powers."

The photograph showed a young man, tall and lean dressed in a black leather dustier. Nick commented, "Nice fashion sense."

Several more names passed over them, before Ichijou held out a last photo of a wilder looking man. Grissom immediately sat up. "Isn't that...?"

"Takeshi Asakura. Normally the police would be handling his case, but he's obtained Rider powers as well." confirmed Ichijou. "He's our most likely suspect."

"Well considering that the guy in armor summoned a massive snake, we could probably go on the fact that this guy is also a homicidal maniac," pointed out Sara. "I remember reading the case file on him. Wasn't he acquitted once?"

"By his lawyer, a one Kitaoka Shuichi. That was a year ago, and since then Asakura hasn't stopped. If it wasn't for us being so focused on the Unknown as the time, we would have made it a priority to get involved. But now if he's attacking American nationals on their own soil, this has just become an international incident."

"It's no wonder you guys kept this under wraps," remarked Greg. "With Riders being national treasures, these guys sound like a pile of FUN." And he enunciated fun with a sarcastic lilt.

"If only Godai were available, but last I heard he was in Rwanda." grumbled Ichijou. "For now, I've brought presents."

"I love presents," remarked Brass as Ichijou opened up his case and deposited a box of bullets on the table. "What are these?"

"Special piercing rounds that were effective against the Unknown and Grongi. You can use them against a Rider if it comes down to a shootout." explained Ichijou as Brass picked one of the rounds up. "They're meant for larger weapons, but I've got a case of colt-sized rounds."

"Impressive you got these through security," remarked Sara.

"I have a licence," replied Ichijou with a light smirk.

At that moment, the phone rang as Brass snatched it up. "Brass. Yeah. Okay. On our way." Hanging up, he said, "We've got another vic, same gnawing effect. Downtown, on the strip no less."

"We'd better get down there," said Grissom. "Nick, Sara, I'll need your help this time. And oh, someone get the Inspector some keys for a patrol car."

=====

"Well, at least there's a body to identify this time," remarked Grissom. "Nick, why don't you go and check out the surrounding area, while we get a good profile on the vic."

Nick nodded, heading off towards the strip. Ducking under the police line, he noticed a young man standing there. He had long hair and wearing a blue jacket as he was watching the scene with the crowd. Their eyes locked and Nick's brow shot up. "Hey I know that guy..."

As Nick watched, he slipped off, palming something in his hand. Biting a lip, he jogged after the young man who rounded the corner into an alleyway. Peeking around the corner, Nick heard him yell something in Japanese. And to his surprise, there was an answer as another familiar form stepped out into the light, a satisfied smirk on his face.

Nick grabbed his radio. "Grissom, I just located Asakura. And I think that Shinji guy is with him too."

"You should get back Nick, I'm calling in Brass." answered Grissom.

Suddenly, a knife slammed into the wall next to him with surprising force and Nick jumped back. "Holy shit!"

Asakura had decided he was done talking, and with a low laugh, produced a deck. "Grissom, he's got a deck!"

"HENSHIN!"

"HENSHIN!"

=====

"That's one big snake," remarked Sara as she and Grissom hid behind a patrol car. One minute, there was a yell at them through the radio, and the next, a huge purple cobra had erupted from the alleyway nearby. "I am so glad we've got guns today."

"You and me both, but I'm a horrible shot when faced with seven foot reptiles," remarked Grissom dryly.

Ichijou simply raised his shotgun and blasted it in the face. Grissom and Sara quickly followed as a pair of figures tumbled out, Nick scrambling to safety and diving behind a fire hydrant. Said fire hydrant was smashed instantly and he scrambled away.

Ryuki and Ouja fought tooth and nail, and Ichijou frowned. "Kido, what's he doing here?"

"I'm not waiting to find out," remarked Grissom. "Got any of those bullets on you?'

Tossed a couple, Grissom cocked the shotgun and fired, sending the Venosnaker reeling. It hissed angrily and lunged, the two CSIs and inspector scattering as its tail slammed right through the car. Said car exploded.

"I have never seen that happen before," confessed Grissom.

Rolling to safety, Nick scrambled up against a building seconds before Ryuki impacted next to him. "STRIKE VENT." reported Ouja's visor and Ryuki grabbed Nick, throwing them to the side seconds before the Strike Vent tore through the space they occupied. "Man, Rider guy, if there's anything you can do, now would be the time to do it!"

"STRIKE VENT." Answered the visor of Ryuki's.

"Oh good, you can do that too." Remarked Nick seconds before Ryuki blasted a wave of flames at Ouja who leaped into the air to avoid it. "I'm going to go over here."

"ADVENT." Replied Ouja, and within moments, Metalgelas and Evildiver swooped into view.

"You know in a way, this is both simultaneously horrifying, and incredibly awesome," remarked Nick as he scrambled over to where the others were taking shots at the Venosnaker. "How's your day been?"

In response, Ichijou tossed him a rifle. "I hope you can shoot straight."
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January 5th, 2003

"About time you showed up."

"Yeah traffic was murder," cracked Grissom in his usual deadpan way, looking over at Brass. "What do we have?"

"One Japanese national dead on American soil," replied Brass, showing Grissom the crime scene. The man looked peaceful but half of his lower body was completely gone, the rest of his limbs impacted by something heavy. "This is the first time I've been puzzled. For a moment I thought it was a train jump gone bad being so close to the tracks."

Grissom looked down at the body, crouching and shifting the shirt off to the side. "Yes but trains don't leave teeth marks."

"Teeth marks?" echoed Brass.

"Looks like our vic was completely, for a lack of a better term, eaten alive and then left for dead." Moving his hand across the vic, checking for more evidence, Grissom frowned as he came upon a hard lump. Carefully extracting it, he found a blood-stained yellow deck with a gold marking on it.

"What do you suppose that is?" inquired Brass.

"A deck, and not the kind you sand." surmised Grissom, cards spilling from it.

====

January 5th, 2003 - Same Day

Grissom leaned back in his chair, thinking quietly to himself seconds before a mug of coffee was placed down next to him. "Busy day?" inquired Catherine.

"A little. The latest vic just found outside of town's a puzzle. He got bit in half, and as far as I know, no one's reported that Godzilla's come to town." replied Grissom, taking a sip of his coffee. "Doc Robbins said he's already on it, and it's throwing him for a loop."

"So we have either a large carnivorous animal on the loose, or some crazy circus animal trainer with an attack crocodile." surmised Catherine.

"Or, Godzilla as Greg would say. But I'd say that's more obvious." Grissom sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Got anything else besides coffee?"

"Just one. We ran an analysis of the prints on the deck and cards. Half of them belong to the vic, a one Jiro Yamada. Born in Hokkaido 1978, lost his position as a salary man, and basically has been on the homeless radar for a while. The other... belong to a dead man."

Grissom sat up straight at the second part of the news. "A dead man?"

"The process comes from the NY branch actually, and was processed over a year ago. One Shiro Takami. He was adopted years ago by his American relatives and he died in New York." Catherine handed him the report with the picture of the man on it. "Why a dead mans prints would be on this, just adds to the mystery."

"More reason to find out why this deck is so special."

"You sure it's a deck?"

"It's got cards in it, so I surmise it's a deck of some kind."

"Hey," interrupted Greg, coming to the door. "Brass just called, there's a situation. We've got reports of another body downtown."

"The party train never stops." deadpanned Grissom, getting up and grabbing a swig of coffee before heading out.

=====

January 5th, 2003 - Same Day

"Got another vic, this one not as messy as the first," explained the plainclothes to Grissom when he showed up. "This one was just simply done, neck snapped from what we can tell."

"That's... pretty normal."

"It would, but the guy is missing his arm. Looks like something was chewing on it." At Grissom's expression, the plainclothes sighed. "This is going to be one of those cases, isn't it?"

"Yeah. Put out an APB, be on the lookout for any transports that could hold large animals." replied Grissom, moving over and putting on gloves. "What've we got?"

"Glass shards everywhere. Looks like someone smashed a window while coming down on this guy. And tracks." replied Catherine, having gone on ahead. "Which... stop at the shattered window."

Examining the window, Grissom frowned. "No trace of blood anywhere, and it's too high up on this building to have smashed it normally. And the glass is on the outside, not the inside so it couldn't have been an impromptu way of getting out of the crime scene. Let's get a look inside the building."

Once inside, Grissom scowled at the appearance of the seemingly neat office building. Inspecting the floor, he sighed. "Now this is odd. There's no blood on the inside. Normally when someone blows out a window, there's little flecks of blood from micro abrasions."

"And no tracks either, other than the office workers?" Catherine asked. Grissom shook his head.

"Sunday. Only people here would be the janitors and according to his statement, he was across the building. Security cameras confirm it. Let's get a copy of the tape though."

=====

January 5th, 2003 - Same Day

"Rewind. Stop." Folding his arms, Grissom pointed at the large shadow in the reflection of the window. "There."

"There's our animal. But it doesn't look like anything we've seen before on this scale." remarked Catherine. "Can you clean it up a little?"

"Sure." Zooming in, Greg brought up the horribly pixelated image. "It's hard to make out, but I think there's enough to... holy."

"Is... that a giant snake?" Nick remarked, shuddering. "Oh that's lovely. A big purple cobra. That's going to replace something in my nightmares."

"I'm more concerned about the shadow behind it. Zoom in, Greg." said Grissom, pointing at a small patch of the screen.

Zooming in, Greg did his best to clean it up until a relatively sharp picture was taken. Scowling, Grissom adjusted his glasses. "What... is that?"

"It looks like a man in armor..."

"Kamen Rider..." Everyone turned towards Greg. "Ah, I know this. Back in the 1970s there was a group of people in Japan, they called them Riders. I've heard the stories, but this is the first time I've actually seen one."

"So why is this Kamen Rider here killing people in Las Vegas." Grissom folded his arms. "Get in touch with our friends in the Tokyo PD, let them know their residents are killing people on our soil."

"Oogh, might want to rephrase that a little more delicately." winced Greg. "Kamen Riders are Japan's treasures, right up with Gundams and Astro Boy."

"Okay, we tell them a deranged man in armor is killing people with a giant snake." He gave a meaningful look at Catherine who sighed and walked off, saying, "I'll get Brass on it."

======

January 6th, 2003

Stepping off the plane, Kaoru Ichijou put on sunglasses as he squinted into the warm Las Vegas sun. Gathering his bags from the turntable, he looked around before noticing a couple of uniforms standing there, with his name on a placecard. Walking over, he nodded at them. "Gentlemen," he said in accented English. "I believe I'm the one you're looking for?"

"Inspector Kaoru Ichijou?" inquired one of the men. "I'm Brass, of the LVPD. Nice to meet you. Thank you for coming on short notice."

"Not at all. When our superiors heard you were having Rider trouble, they put me on the first plane here. Shall we?"

In the car, Ichijou looked around the garish strip that they were passing through. "This is quite the city," he remarked.

"It has its ups and downs," replied Brass, pulling into the police department. "Our expert team is already assembled, and waiting for you."

"Then we shouldn't keep them waiting." Grabbing his case, Ichijou headed in with Brass. What greeted him was a couple of people standing near the bullpen, one of them a young man wearing a red scarf and a Ichigo Mask. The woman in front of him was telling him to take it off for now. "Welcoming," chuckled Ichijou.

"Of all the things for them to do today," grumbled Brass. "Sara, Greg, this is Inspector Kaoru Ichijou, of the Nagano PD. He's the police forces expert on Riders."

"Back in my day we didn't call Kuuga a Rider, but the same thing held true after a while," remarked Ichijou. "Can I see the evidence?"

"Of course it's this way." Sara turned to lead them, elbowing Greg who sheepishly pulled the mask off.

"Nice mask," remarked Ichijou, passing by Greg who grinned and gave Sara a "I told you so" look.

Then, Greg stopped in shock at the last words Ichijou said. "No. 4 was a Rider?"

=====

"You have one..." remarked Ichijou, staring at the items in question, and not at the body.

"Have what?" inquired Nick.

Moving over to the packaged deck, Ichijou held it up. "The Tokyo PD's been watching the Rider War for a while, but you've obtained one of their transformation decks."

"Transformation?" echoed Greg and Nick together. "Dibs," added Greg.

"Maybe you can enlighten us on what this does," said Grissom. "We're in the dark right now."

Picking up the deck in its wrapping, Ichijou mimicked Yusuke's motions. "To use it, one would be wearing a belt. We're calling them Drivers recently. And then use the word "henshin" which is Japanese for transform. And then you slide it into the belt. I don't want to actually give it a try, because we don't know just how powerful Odin is."

"Odin. Like the mythological figure?" inquired Sara.

"That's right. There was a war, a sort of stealth war. ORE Journal has been following it lately, and helping the police protect people when the Riders are busy fighting one another. There were about 13 at the beginning, but then they've been slowly thinning their ranks."

"No doubt making it harder for the Tokyo PD to keep it under tabs," remarked Catherine.

"We try, but after the Grongi and the Unknown, we're at the point of admitting publically there's yet another Rider incident. The explosion at Seimeiin University was the tipping point for this new Rider situation. To think that one of them jumped over to the States to run rampant." sighed Ichijou.
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I find myself looking forward to Raid Finder every Tuesday. It's gotten to be a habit of mine, having to get up and go and deal with Raid Finder as soon as possible. Y'know, get it done so I can move on. But I always find the maximum enjoyment on my paladin for one reason or another. I guess it's just because I really love playing my paladin.

Back in Vanilla WoW they were amazing, and then nerfed, and then amazing again. Wrath of the Lich King was The Era of the Paladin, where everything would go swimmingly for us. And then they nerfed us right up the butt during the first part of Cataclysm. There was no median about it, Pallys were terrible in the early part of Cataclysm, to the point that we could only tank.

Retribution has a long sorrid story about itself, the Useless Spec as some people call it. There would be absolutely no middle ground, you leveled protection because there was nothing for it. And then Wrath came, and completely destroyed the Ret Spec, making it a viable damage spec. No longer would people laugh at you for being a Ret Pally. Oh no. This was amazing and it was done well.

I guess my rambles are just that, but I wanted to think about how Ret Pallys have come a long way. It's still not where I'd like it to be, in the Wrath Glory Days, but it's very viable now, as much as gameplay is concerned.
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A collection of things that I'm working on, mostly for UG@ in its entirety. I'm still tinkering with the idea to be honest.

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They say in space no one can hear you scream. This is obvious. Very obvious. However no one had taken into consideration that screaming was perfectly valid when you were aboard a spaceship.

Lt. Roxonn Vega was having a bad day. Part of the IGPF – InterGalactic Police Force, he was having a day which had started with his earth coffee spilling all over the table, to being shot at by pirates. Not just any pirates, oh no, these were a group that were closely affiliated with Grumm’s Empire, a splinter force that were calling themselves the Dalveron Armada.

Said splinter force wasn’t quite from Grumm’s faction, but from a group of hardbitten criminals that had once been part of Divatox’s army, albeit missing Piranhatrons thank god. Still, it wasn’t a good feeling to be shot at from every direction known to mankind, and his little patrol ship was taking a beating.

“Sir we are under fire,” said his AI, a chirpy annoyance that called himself Yukiko. “Shall I transmit the distress signal?”

The ship rocked and sparks flew from a console. “Better make that a last will and testament there Yuki,” growled Roxonn as he readied himself for death. “That last blast took us down to no shields.”

“Oh well this is where we’ll probably get rescued,” remarked Yukiko as the ship began to wail angrily in alarms. “Shall we prepare to die sir?”

“Shut up and transmit that signal!” exclaimed Roxonn, seconds before the attacking ship was literally blown apart. “...”

“Oh look, reinforcements,” chirped Yukiko as a ship flew into view, rocking the attackers with cannon fire. “Shall I open a channel?”

“Light blast it Yukiko, I hate it when you’re right,” growled the blue skinned man as he opened the channel. “This is the light cruiser Yukiko from the IGPD. Thank you for the timely save.”

“Not at all,” replied the owner of the voice as he came up on the screen. “But you can do us a favor and hand over your cargo.”

“Sir, I’ve identified their markings,” replied Yukiko chirpily. “They’re…”

“I know,” groaned the police officer. “Pirates.”


It had started normally for Tommy this morning too, having decided today was a good time to catch up on the work that he was missing. With his kids getting into the junior high, it was pretty nice all things considered, and he and Kim had finally set a date.

All of that ground to a crashing halt as a familiar large figure appeared at his door, and knocked. “Hey! Tommy!”

Tommy looked up. Clad in leathers and sporting a shiny bald head, there stood Farcus Bulkmeier, large as life and only a few years older by the look of it. “Bulk! It’s been ages. What brings you to Reefside?”

“Oh this and that. I sold Bulkmeirs to Skull and he’s been running it since. Had to take care of a few things.” Said Bulk as he shook Tommy’s hand. “Look at you. The short hair’s familiar.”

“I’m sure you came all this way to converse on my hair,” chuckled Tommy.

“Actually I wanted your opinion on a pet project I’ve been working on for about fifteen years now,” said Bulk as he set a suitcase on the desk and undid the locks. “Skull’s been giving me funding lately and I finally completed them.”

Opening up the case, he showed the contents to Tommy: five cell phone devices sitting there, gleaming in silver and orange. Along them sat five symbols about the size of a palm.

Tommy stared for a moment. And then looked at Bulk. “Are these…?” he asked, dreading the confirmation.

“Morphers,” replied Bulk with no amount of satisfaction. “You know how I taked about being a Samurai? We’ll I did some research and started building.”

“How… what. I don’t even…”

“That’s what Zack said when I showed it to him,” said Bulk with a nod. “They were primarily designed to look like those nifty Shodophones, since the default is based on the Shinkengers. But there’s a few hints here and there from groups like Ninja Storm and inspiration from the Lost Galaxy I used.”

Tommy stared at him like he grew another head. “You. Built morphers. And not only that, but developed zords too?”

“And electronic mokajira,” added Bulk proudly. “I learned that from a sushi seller.”

“How I don’t even…” Tommy cut himself off. “Start at the beginning.”

“Well you remember Professor Phenominous? He and I have been working together for a long time now and when the discussion came over the table that we wanted to build a Ranger team just to prove we can …” said Bulk, letting Tommy fill in the blanks.

“… so you just… built them. Out of fun? Bulk I don’t know either to be impressed or horrified at your ingenuity.” Said Tommy. “What’s powering them?”

“Morphin Grid. Mokajira turns out that you need actual skill to use. But I doubt anyone I give this too is going to spend long hours practicing their brushwork,” admitted Bulk. “Kids today don’t have that kind of attention span.”

“What do you call them?”

“Samurizers.” At Tommy’s snicker, Bulk nodded. “Skull laughed too. But really, what else are you going to call them? Wild Force has the Growl Phones, there’s the Chrono Morphers for Time Force…”

“You always manage to surprise me even in my old age, Bulk.” Said Tommy with a shake of his head. “Still I’m impressed. Really I am. I just have one question: how’d you know?”

“I keep in touch with members of the Space team, ever since the Astronema attack that leveled most of the city,” said Bulk. “And even when we were in high school you came to class all bruised and battered once in a while, especially after a big fight that involved the Power Rangers getting their backsides handed to them.”

“Man back then I wouldn’t have pegged you or Skull to figure out what was going on,” admitted Tommy.

“Ah that’s fine, we were kind of dense to be honest.” Waved off Bulk. “Still, we should see about giving these to a new team.”

“Right now there isn’t much to be honest,” said Tommy. “Since Jungle Fury we haven’t had a Ranger team in a while. It’s like a generation was skipped or something.”

“What about your kids?” asked Bulk and he grinned at Tommy’s death glare. “All right it’s a bad idea.”

“Yeah really.” Tommy shook his head. “The worst possible thing that could happen is that another villain shows up somehow and manages to somehow emulate the Shinkenger’s one.”

“Never say never, it’s bad karma,” replied Bulk with a wagging finger. “In any case, I figure that we’ll get the team worked out. I’d rather not want to resort to recruiting teenagers with attitude or anything like that.”

Tommy fixed him with a look. “Just how much do you know by now?”

Bulk smirked at that, and Tommy sighed. Sometimes it didn’t pay to get up in the morning.


“We’ve had reports of the Zangyack Empire fixing their sights on Earth,” said Doggie as his men and women were gathered in front of them. “SPD has been charged with the need to prevent this expansion, as Earth is a clear foothold in the war against anything hostile from beyond the stars and earth-side threats. Even with this lull in the mission statement, we need to step up and make certain nothing comes to pass.”

“Is there any indication of what the Empire wants?” inquired Devin.

“None thus far, but they’ve made no secrets that they’re on a mission of expansion. Already several worlds have been forced under their yoke, and we’re trying to stem it diplomatically. Development on the next generation of SPD morphers has already taken place, and the squads have been put into place thus far.” Replied Doggie.

“They’re a bunch of tough ones,” said Andros with a shake of his head. “The Zangyack are known for hostile incursions in the name of ‘peace’. It goes against all the accords. Sadly, they’re from the M1, and you know as well as I do that they’re filling the power vaccum when Master Vile was killed.”

"SPD is in charge of watching them right now," said Doggie. "But we'll need to be on high alert. The last thing we need is someone moving in while we're not paying attention."

"Sir? We've got a ship incoming into the Earth Defense Grid," said Sky, moving into the room and holding out a prompt.

"Markings?"

"It's flying... a pirate flag," said Sky. "And it's a deep red color."

Doggie looked up at that, as with Andros. "Pirate ship? You mean... the Crimson Pirates are here?"

"I thought Aka Red was..." Andros got up. "I'll get the Astro Megaship ready, and meet them."

"Right. In the meantime, prepare for any arrivals we might have."

====

Gai Ikari loved Super Sentai.

Always a fan of it throughout the ages, the televised broadcasts brought a smile to his face whenever he worked hard at his martial arts, trying to learn everything that he could. Truth, justice, a fresh new face every season. And then he learned that a real Super Sentai team appeared in Angel Grove back in 1995. That alone brought him to the brink of wishing.

Day in and out he wished that he could meet them, and on one day, he traveled to Angel Grove intent on meeting them during Power Rangers Day. He briefly remembered his time trapped in that zone of Rita’s, until he like all the other citizens were released. He saw them, shook the Red Ranger’s hand.

Now years later, his love for heroes hadn’t changed as he was having drinks with the illustrious Ryan Mitchell of Lightspeed Rescue.

When he had first heard that Ryan was coming to Japan, it elicited a squeal of utter glee. Who wouldn’t want to meet him? One of the most powerful Rangers in existence who STILL had his powers coming to meet him? It was a dream come true!

“LOOK OUT!”

The scream jolted Gai out of his thoughts as he saw a little girl about to be run over. And he just reacted – plowing into her, knocking her to the side – and then getting struck by the car himself.

The next few days were spent in a hazy lucid dream, where he thought that the spirits of three Super Sentai Heroes came to him, and told him to become the best Super Sentai he could be. And when he woke from his morphine induced haze, he found Ryan Mitchell sitting there, having found him and dragged him to the hospital.

“Hey, I think this is yours,” said Ryan, holding out the GokaiCellular and four Ranger Keys.

If Gai could jump in glee, he would have. Instead he grinned and leaned back in his bed.


In the depths of space, a ship flew.

It sported tall red sails despite having no wind to flow across, and the entire ship was done in red and black. “There it is,” said the man at the helm, brushing his fingers across the computer panel. “The earth.”

“Maaa, seems like forever since we started on this journey,” said a dark haired girl in yellow. “So Marvelous, do you think we’re going to find the Greatest Treasure?”

“Who knows,” said Marvelous, the dark haired captain in the red coat leaning back in his chair as he ran a hand across the Ranger Keys that sat in the chest. “We need to get it before we run into trouble I know.”

“But we’ll settle it like pirates, won’t we?” inquired Joe, the taller man folding his arms.

“Of course. That’s what pirates do.” Said Marvelous as he stood up. “It took us ten years to arrive from M13. The least we can do is to find the power as quickly as possible and get out before the Zangayak Empire follows us here.”

“Then it is settled,” said the last member of the group, and Ahim sipped her tea. “We should make haste into orbit. Hakase, what is your projections?”

“We should land over here,” said Don “Hakase” Doigier, pointing at the western coast of America. “In this city called Reefside. That’s where a good power source is being located at.”

“Then let’s go.” Said Marvelous. “Get ready to pull into atmosphere.”


Eiji Hino was having a good day.

With the Greeed having hit a slight lull in their attacks and Medal Gathering, he was able to work one of his part time jobs without Vita hovering over his shoulder. Even though he liked her, she had a tendency to get frustrated with the things he did at times.

Anhk was somewhere around, possibly eating some ice. Rein had gotten him addicted to it and the disembodied hand was often seen munching away at it, absorbing it into the palm.

Still it hadn’t been all fun and games, not with two out of the four Greeed destroyed recently in a big battle that required the aid of their new ally, Kamen Rider Birth. Otherwise known as Date Akira. While Date wasn’t adverse to helping once in a while, the fights with the Greeed were getting progressively harder.

“Sorry I’m late!” exclaimed Eiji, bustling into the curry store and grabbing a apron.

“You’re just in time,” said the owner, a nice man who was taking orders from a curious group of youths who looked Japanese, but there was something different about them. “Five orders of curry for the kids here, Eiji.”

Eiji nodded and went to the back. As he brought it out, he nodded at Marvelous who nodded back. “Enjoy your meal,” he said.

Marvelous smiled as he picked up his fork and went to take a bite – seconds before the entire shop front exploded inwards. Eiji instinctively went to protect him but there was no need as the flying debris had missed most of them completely.

In the shocked silence, Luka exclaimed, “AH! My money!”

“Trouble again,” groaned the shopkeeper. “Who is it now?”

Eiji went to the ruined opening and looked into the sky. “Shopkeep, it’s someone new. I don’t recognize the ships.”

“We do,” said Joe, looking into the air. “It’s Zangayak.”

“Eh? Zangayak?” inquired Eiji. “Who are they?”

“A ruthless empire from the M13 Galaxy, like we are,” said Don. “They must have followed us here.”

“Naw, more than likely they’re looking to expand and just HAD to attack here,” chuckled the old proprietor. “Eiji, go on.”

“Right.” Producing medals, he held up the OOO Driver and strapped it on, much to the curiosity of the group.

Slotting in the coins, he twisted it to the side and held up the O-Scanner. Swiping it, he proclaimed, “HENSHIN!” And held it up to his chest.

“TAKA! TORA! BATTA! TA-TO-BA! TATOBA TATOBA!”

In a spinning flurry of coins, Kamen Rider OOO stood there, and went over to find a vending machine, much to the surprise of the others.

“EEEH? He just transformed!” exclaimed Don. “Who is he?”

“One of our protectors,” said the shopkeep. “Kamen Rider OOO.”


“This is Hino Eiji, requesting backup!” exclaimed OOO as he slammed into a Gormin, kicking out and knocking it into several others. Summoning Medaljalbur, he began cutting his way through the press of goons. “Am I getting through? Hello?”

“We hear you Eiji. The alien fleet has launched several attacks on multiple parts of the globe. All available Rangers and Mages have been dispatched throughout the area. However, Birth is headed your way.” Replied Shari on her end.

“Ah, thank you then!” exclaimed Eiji, surprised that Date would be coming for a fight.

Across the way, the newcomers watched him fight. “He’s not bad, in a rough unpolished way,” said Joe.

“Are we okay with letting the Zangayak attack this place?” inquired Ahim. “To do so might end up in the same way our own worlds did.”

“It can’t be helped,” said Don. “We’re five people against an entire army.”

“Still, they might find the treasure before we do,” pointed out Luka.

Marvelous was silent for a moment before a pair of motorcycles raced across their field of vision, and a pair of men got off it. “Let’s see what the Earth has to offer first,” said Marvelous, folding his arms.

“Oi, oi, no Yummy in sight. Aw well, brotou-chan, c’mon lets get in there.”

Flipping his coin, Date caught it. “Henshin.”

Contained in a sphere of energy, Date transformed into Birth as Gotou lifted the spare gun as the pair charged in.

“Date-san!” exclaimed Eiji, punching a Gormin in the face. “I have to ask, why are you here? There’s no medals to be found on these things!”

“Ah that might be correct,” Date smashed another in the head and grabbed it in a headlock. “But for every alien invasion I help repel – I get a bonus.”

Hearing this, Luka snickered. “A man after my own heart.”

"Calvary is incoming!" exclaimed Vita suddenly, the small girl smashing her way into the crowd, swinging her hammer as Gotou appeared, shooting as well. "Man these guys are fodder! Let's get the big one, Eiji!"

"Right! Ankh, Medals!"

"Tch, stop ordering me around!" yelled Ankh, throwing the medals at him as Eiji swapped medals and started darting around the attackers.

"So... what do we do, Marvelous?" said Joe, watching the fighters go at it. "They could use our help."

"There's no profit in it, but..." trailed off Luka.

"If we don't, the Zangayack will attack the world, and take it over." said Ahim. "Like our worlds were."

Don nodded. "I'm against it too."

Marvelous chuckled and he raised his gun, firing into the crowd. "Let's go." Holding up a Ranger Key, he flipped it into key mode and opened his Gokai Cellular. "GOKAI CHANGE!"

GOOOOOKAIGER! In a flash of light in the shape of an X, the Gokaigers stood there.

"Gokai Red."

"Gokai Blue."

"Gokai Yellow."

"Gokai Green."

"Gokai Pink."

"Kaizoku Sentai, Gokaiger!" Flipping his gun around, Marvelous proclaimed, "Let's make this showy!"

"New Rangers?" puffed Date, throwing a couple of Gormin into the crowd.

"Super Sentai looks like it, but yes," replied Eiji, cutting several more up with the blades on his arms.

"Any help is good help," replied Vita. "Let's do this."

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drunkenpandaren: (BlackMageExplinations)
It's not really I dropped off my own personal LJ, it's more like I have swapped to Plurk. Meh. Well this is still a good place to get my thoughts out on various things and it's not like I'm dealing with various things at once.

The final stages to this expansion of Warcraft Cataclysm is nearly upon us, and I'm here thinking to myself that it feels, well I suppose you could call it Shortended? There's this big awesome dragon immolating people, and what happens? Patch 4.3 is announced with his demise with 4.4 being a big World Event for the next one.

Sigh. Maybe I can max out my 85s before the last expansion hits.

Grandma's back in the house and we're subjected to the same shows over and over again. However there is an upside since she watches Kamen Rider with me. And I've gotten back into the Pretty Cure fandom with copies of the Precure DX movies and the Heartcatch Series. I'm up to about episode 24 on Heartcatch and I enjoy it thusly.

UG@ has continued to be a delight to me. It's just so easy playing Tsukasa all the time, and being the way he's set up, he doesn't have to know about anything mecha at all. And I like how he's coming out. Also have Shirley there too, and Dita is due to debut on Tuesday.

Trans. I'm in for the long haul but we'll see how this game pans. I love it, but it can be so maddening sometimes with its pace. But it's not bad at all. It's a lot of fun and gives a lot of things to keep track of, but I don't mind. I'm not crazy about it, but I do enjoy playing there.

My other games are a little slower, like Sophia Academy, etc, but those are good games too. Lots of fun there, even if I need to try and get more activity in Splendor down. Micro I never have a problem with tbh, so yeah.
drunkenpandaren: (Default)
A while ago, I came up with the idea of Fred Valiant as a RP character. While the name and motivations are liberally borrowed from Merlin Missy's The Merry Go Round Broke Down, the setting is traditionally anime-styled.

I had decided to retool the whole idea, so that it also wouldn't ping too much on The Anime Detective as well, another good read and came up with Miku as a supporting character.

profiles below )
drunkenpandaren: (What.)
A little thing before I post it. Obviously it's just a preview of the idea, but like most of my Nanoha AU, it's tangentially connected to Lyrical Ride as it's the Cross-Time Nanoha AU series I like to dabble in. Most of my fics with these kinds of AUs are slightly related.

Basic idea here is that Nanoha had no encounter with magic. No magic meant she had no real direction, and her ambition and desire sort of boiled to nothing. Enter Anhk. You know how well this is going to end.

Projected 10ish chapters at most. It's a short story. And yes, I'm working on Lyrical Ride today too.


Read more... )
drunkenpandaren: (Default)
I've been tinkering with how to continue the storyline, and while the setup for RPM StrikerS is good, I also think I should continue it with a new name of New Strikers. Streamlining the focus to Gokaiger, RPM, StrikerS and OOO.

Read more... )

PTSD

Jun. 16th, 2011 12:12 am
drunkenpandaren: (No Snake Think Harder)
I take things too hard.

I think I need a place to jot this down without anyone judging me right now. And I know they're not, but still, I feel like I need to get it off my chest.

I distrust mods. So much. And irrationally too. Ever since Dive I felt like they were here to screw me over. And thus, I distrusted them. It's hard trying not to project this onto people, but when things get rough, I feel like slamming my head against the wall and yelling. But it's not going to help. Why? Because I know deep down they're not here to screw me.

I just feel like I need a new hobby recently, one to take me out of RPing, get me something to do like gardening or chores. I dunno if it's the apathy talking but recently I've been feeling like I need to drop games when I really shouldn't NEED TO. I just feel like I HAVE TO because I have no basis in the way that I feel this poorly. I have these emotional upswings and downswings and it frustrates me.

Yes I am on medication, there's a slight anti-depressant in my tourettes medication. I still need more of it to be honest but I'm not dependant completely.

I just feel like it's hard to break off from this cycle sometimes. When times get tough and RL gets harsh, my RP fun suffers and I snarl angrily behind closed doors like the proverbial Tazmanian Devil.

So if I do get mad, and snarky and whatever, remind me politely I need to back off from the subject. It really isn't healthy for me to let a bad experience ruin my fun and life.

Or I might just do what Totalbiscuit has done with WoW, and quit the games I love entirely.

And no one wants that.
drunkenpandaren: (NagiArika)
Ladies and gentlemen my name is TotalbiscuitShaun with another short.

It's been six months since the release of World of Warcraft Cataclysm. Actually seven now that we're now in June. And quite properly it's causing some concern. Our commentator Totalbiscuit has left the scene, disgusted with the lack of Abyssal Maw and I really don't blame him. I myself have no idea what the hell I am doing and just farming out Justice Points. Hell I could just simply top out and let myself have tons of it for when the new Tier 12 comes out, and Tier 11 gets bumped down.

I've settled into my new routine of weekends being absolute garbage for my RP drive, as well as games and other assorted media. In this I am a mixed bag cause I really like my weekends, but I also like MONEY which is said for a lot of things. Still, the work isn't hard and downright relaxing at times. Just me and the road and a little "Here's your pizza".

After procrastinating due to the fact of said money issues, I have recently come into the price range for Pokemon Black. Does anyone ANYONE wonder just how much stuff they put into this game? It's well paced, beautifully made, lots of bells, whistles and charm put into it. Though the free win from the first gym battle is slightly questionable but hell I am not complaining about that.

Duke Nukem Forever is coming out soon. I dunno what to think about that. It's been 12 frickin years since the last one came out and as much as I loved blowing up pigcops and vicious rounds of 2v2 being put down, I have to admit that I am on the fence for this one. It looks fantastic and the gameplay of the demo seems fine enough. Still, dunno.

Finally some fanfic stuff. I've been debating on how to proceed with RPM StrikerS as well as several other projects. I've quit the TV Tropes Negima Forum cause I was really not getting any decent feedback there. Also, I think my Rider love is just as strong as ever. I'll have to incorporate more of that into my fics. Also I'd like to somehow get a Frontier/Den-O crossover going.

As a last note, I've been RPing and I might want to try for Taichi. I have him, but I haven't done anything with him. Which is the problem. I downloaded the movies and the anime, so we'll see what comes up.

We'll see you all next time.
drunkenpandaren: (SoNotAmused)
Just... damn. Really. I gave it my best shot but no one is actually paying attention. I guess this is what happens when you're strictly the B Plot.

I put up the end of the plot in OOC. If anyone wants to talk about it now, they can do so, but damn man, that's just hideously demoralizing. *sighs* Gonna sink myself in WoW again I know it. Maybe play some one-player Magicka.
drunkenpandaren: (Foamy)
It's barely noon and my day has been complete and utter shite. It is like punishment from God since I got up this morning and it hasn't stopped one bit to give me a moments peace before I completely lose it. Really, I am worked up, tired, angry, frustrated and it never stops screwing up.

Not only do I have a terrible headache and headcold, but the stress is mounting day by day in order to find work. If I could get work I could but I can't do anything unless I get a call back. I've submitted my application to a lot of places over the last few weeks and I haven't heard from anyone at all which is upsetting. Even more upsetting is that ma is apparently on the frickin warpath today, calling me useless on top of things and lazy.

Yeah, way to be supportive ma. Really. Just go ahead and say things that hurt my feelings, never apologize for it and feel like you're the victim here. Fantastic you should win an award for that.

I dunno, between this, the DDOS absolutely ruining my entire mood for RP for the last MONTH to say the least of the snails pace Spamalot turned out to be, I just want to get out of the house and do something constructive. However I already DID THAT this morning, and now I'm stuck in front of the comp again.

Kyle's coming home to what I figure is going to be a shitstorm since he also forgot his medication here at the house. He's totally buggered if he doesn't have it so he has to come back. Or I go there. But after ma's angry ANGRY tirade this morning I'd rather just give a metaphorical middle finger and not go anywhere.

Sigh.

What a clusterfuck this day has been and its only Tuesday. Goddamn really. Makes me want to drink harder sometimes.
drunkenpandaren: (BlackMageExplinations)
Boobs.

Now that I’ve gotten your attention, welcome back to the Shaun LJ Podcast in which I ramble about things from a cynical and jaded perspective that usually doesn’t suit my fancy but today we’ll be talking about things that people like to debate and yet scream angrily about, writing angry letters to congress about.

Rape Culture. Yes, those sensitive flowers can move along on this, this is going to be highly inflammatory and at best, a sociologists nightmare. I know it gives me goosebumps just writing these words.

in which I get ranty )
drunkenpandaren: (BlackMageExplinations)
Shade: Shadow

Level: Thunder (Mind)

Color: Green

Archetype: The Paladin

Traits: Dominant Negative Masculine

You are on the side of Shadow; you would be a Green Ranger. Your animal is the Basilisk (DNM)

Tallies
Light - 3. - Shadow - 6. Dark - 0.
Dino - 0. Thunder - 3. Ninja - 1.
Red - 7. Green - 13. Blue - 3. Pink - 6. Yellow - 5. Black - 5. Purple - 10. White - 8.

Shadow is considered a great mystery. The balance point between Light and Dark, followers of this path are bound only to the codes they hold in their own hearts. As a result, this power can not be lost in a change of allegiance, because a Shadow's loyalty is always within him or her. Though most can be described as honorable, it is a personal honor, and not necessarily that defined by the light or the dark.

Thunder is the level of the Mind. These types prefer to use their wits to get through a crisis. Usually lighter-hearted than either of their counterparts, Thunder types will throw themselves into action, reinventing their ideas on the fly, if need be. Patience is not one of their strong suits, nor is persistence. Thunders would rather find the easiest, quickest way of resolving a problem, rather than waiting for a solution to present itself, or keeping at a seemingly unsuccessful tactic.

Two of the Green Grid Animals are reptiles, a fact which is quite fitting with the legendary Green temper. Unlike Reds, whose anger burns quickly and hot, Green anger is a cold, slow-burning flame. It's usually a terrifying thing to behold, because it can do so much more damage. Luckily, Greens don't get truly angry very often, and when they do, it's a righteous rage. After all, the Green Archetype is also known as the Holy Knight. As the name would imply, Greens are usually noble and honorable, warriors who fight to uphold what they believe in and protect the innocent. When Dark, this would obviously be the exact opposite. A Dark Green would have a code of honor, but would fight to uphold the pure ideals of evil. Often loners to some extent, Greens tend to be very self-contained, rarely giving anyone a glimpse into their inner self. Their friendship is hard to obtain, but once given, is nearly impossible to lose. And most people who have put forth the effort will agree that, on the whole, the rewards are worth it.

Greens are warriors, knights, not soldiers. As a result, they often have a hard time following orders, which leads to a lot of friction with Reds. Greens follow orders only when they respect the person giving them, and rank isn't necessarily going to win a Green's respect. They have little patience for bureaucracy, mindless rules, or doing things 'because that's the way it is.' Often, Greens make better leaders than followers, because they will never needlessly endanger a person under their protection. In fact, Greens often are self-sacrificing, simply because they value the lives of others much more than their own.

Bad things tend to happen to Greens, and no one knows quite why. Many of them are orphans, and most hide at least one painful secret in their pasts. Usually more. Perhaps because of this, Greens tend to be the ones who walk the line between the darkness and light more often than the other colors. To balance this out, Greens tend to latch onto a quest, something to focus on, a service higher than themselves. Whether it's Scott Summers and his devotion to Charles Xavier's dream, Dinobot and his honor, or Tommy Oliver's desire to be the perfect Ranger, every Green has a dream that means far more than life itself.

Notable Greens: Darkwing Duck (Dino), Ghostbusters - Peter Venkman (Thunder), Power Rangers - Tommy Oliver (Ninja), X-Files - Fox Mulder (Ninja), Digimon - Yamato "Matt" Ishida (Ninja), Transformers - Rodimus Prime (Thunder), Transformers Beast Wars - Rattrap (Thunder), Jim Ellison (Ninja), Transformers Beast Wars - Dinobot (Dino), Big Bad Beetleborgs - Drew McCormick (Ninja)

A Dominant person is in the front of the crowd, usually the focus of attention. A Negative person is more quiet and reserved, less active. A Masculine person is not definitely male persay; rather, he or she is more of a loner regarding problem solving. A Masculine person tends to solve problems on his or her own, only getting help when no other options are available.


Christ I am good. I knew this was going to happen.
drunkenpandaren: (Are You Stupid?!)
Ladies and gentlemen welcome back to the Shaun Livejournal Podcast. This is me reporting on an issue I've noticed, and some people forgotten what they're really HERE for. I'd like to start off with a little quote to begin the issue at hand.

"In the end it is your quality time that matters, and how you spend it is completely up to you. If you're not enjoying what you're doing, get out and do something else." - Totalbiscuit, Azeroth Daily

Sager words from a sage man who is bloody hilarious at times. Which brings us to tonight's point: Livejournal RP.

While everyone knows my feelings on this matter, I'd like to address that in the end it is a game. A game that on can pick up and drop depending on how things go. You will find people who you dislike considerably, and people who you love. People who you enjoy being with are banned, and some who you dislike readily will be put on pedestals of "win and love".

In the end though, what did you accomplish being there? There's memories, oh yes, but you have to wonder if you're spending it constructively, in your own definition of constructive. How in the world do you do this? Well, you look at yourself and ask yourself "Is it still fun?"

From there, you just debate on it for a moment. Is it worth staying for it? Is it? Really? Did you make any friends? Did people who you liked become jerks in their own way?

Really, its all up to the player who decides where he or she is going. Because in the end, Livejournal RP is only a bare minimum of the internet. It really HAS NO BEARING on real life. RL > RP and there's always room for stuff you want to do in anything.

I'd like to close this with a little statement of Tycho Brahe's: "To excel at a game, it has to become some kind of WORK. I've made my peace with Last Place years ago."

This to me, speaks on the other side of the spectrum, and really, it is up to you as a person to realize what you need to do, what you need for yourself.

Just remember, when it ceases to be fun, do something else. The same goes for life in general (except work, death and taxes), and certainly goes for games created for people's enjoyment. You may comment, but don't get inflammatory or call me out, whatever. This is just two cents and I'd like any responses to be civil. Anyone who doesn't will be tossed off my journal post-haste. There is no anon here, so take it like a man.
drunkenpandaren: (PrinnyPlease)
In this moment, I'd like to at least point out to everyone that despite the title of my post, I am not making light of our profound tragedy. Everyone in Japan, our hearts are out to you. Instead, just to give us some hope, Gokaiger 4 has been watched by me today and I have a few things to share about it.

Knowing ahead of time that this episode was a Joe focused one, I sat down to see the torrent and I was pleasantly surprised at how well the character was lending himself to this one. Instead of really divulging into his backstory, it seems that Joe has been well known in the group for being the stoic one, and while Ahin is still new, she worries because she's his comrade. It's just that everyone else has their own ideas towards being comrades.

Storyline aside, I think it was a nice establishing piece of what Joe is really about, the one who is dependable and able to fight the way he wants to, by himself in a legit man to man duel. His motivations are getting clearer as everyone else's and I'm rather glad to see that the Gokaigers weren't able to access any of the mecha forms of everyone right off the bat. All they have is MagiGokai-Oh and it pleases me to see that they're not getting the whole thing all off the hop.

Also, a final wave being done by a single person with five swords at once? Yeah, that is fantastic.
drunkenpandaren: (RAAAAAAEEEG!)
Lately I've been getting deeper into Warcraft RP on a whole but so far the experience has been half-fulfilling at best. There's some good people on WoW but at the same time, the people in my guild can be just JERKS all the time. I mean it, seriously. My Guild Leader can be such an asshat it's painful. If it weren't for admittedly, abusing the system and doing the whole 20% EXP from BOA and then another 10% I'd have left these fuckers by now and I dunno, joined a Draenei-all Guild.

Though there is a shining moment to this in which Melly went and slightly tormented Phinny about her involvement with Greggy, and how she keeps refusing that they're anything other than healer-and-tank. It was really quite adorable actually. And it was something I needed done.

RP has gotten more relaxing as of late, though I was soooo tired last night, I could barely bang out like 3-4 responses to Gohan and Ami. God I was like, falling asleep at the keyboard and all.

Gotta bring grandma to Red Deer to get her old age pension, but it'll take a while for me to actually get going in the morning. Anticipating that she would prod me until I woke FAR too early this morning, and the fact that I was too tired, I went to bed early. She did not disappoint, prodding me exactly at 8am. Damn early risers. Give me something to go on grandma, that was not cool. Especially poking me repeatedly in the arm until I was sore.

I'm not getting ready to go till 10 anyhow. Driving while still half asleep and only having a cappuccino in the morning is NOT good planning. Let alone breakfast to boot. And she's probably giving me a look right about now but quite honestly I am not paying attention. Besides, the place probably isn't even OPEN yet.

Hnn, I should make sure to bring some change. There's most likely parking meters. Eff those too, seriously.
drunkenpandaren: (Omegahare)
For once I'm using LJ to jot my thoughts down instead of a plurk. I suppose it has something to do with the length and I hate hitting enter every goddamn time I need to post.

Pirate Sentai Gokaiger Episode 1: In Which Badass Is Immediately Assumed

I've touched on this before on plurk but I'll reiterate my thoughts here. From the outset, it has a very strong presence altogether. Heropower could probably sum it up better than I could but my thoughts on it is that from the get-go, it immediately distinguishes itself from Decade's Rider War. Instead of fighting each other, they're all united as one to defeat the bad guys who are pretty much invading from space as usual. It takes the powers of 34 generations of Super Sentai to defeat them.

Flash forward a few years and a motley crew of pirates are approaching Earth, looking for the Greatest Treasure in the Universe. As mentioned rather cynically on the heropower review, it's more than likely that the greatest treasure is love and justice and friendship and in which learning that, Luka will choke someone. More on her later.

They immediately set to work, launching a brilliant offensive against the empire who's name I cannot spell for the life of me, and wipe out an entire advance fleet with little effort. They land on Earth and inquire random strangers on what the Greatest Treasure is all about.

Now that the setting is established, let's look at the characters in general. From the outset we have Captain Marvelous, a cool and confident character who has all the good plans, all the courage, and all the skills to make him inexpressibly cool. However as demonstrated by the entire team on the outset, they are kind and caring, the perfect anti-thesis to uncaring unfeeling plundering pirates who try to be aloof badasses and fail remarkably.

Don or Doc as they like to call him is their strategic planner. He comes off a little whiny at first and Luka likes to hit him a lot. Luka is his nemesis and foil, a tough talking no nonsense yellow ranger who follows in the tradition of "Not taking your shit srsly" characters. Joe is the calm swordsman from any initial impressions and Ahin is the princess of the group, polite and caring but able to deal with things as they come along.

From impressions of episode 2, it is clear that Don and Ahin are the newbies on board. Doc makes the plans and Ahin is unsure of their captains motives when his Shinkenger Key is stolen by a random kid of the street who tries to steal it head-first last time. However, they are definitely a team by any stretch of the imagination, and Joe and Luka are obviously been with Marvelous for a long time now.

Here's where things get wiggy. It is established in Episode 2 that they have no fucking idea of the power they wield. The term Super Sentai is alien to them, despite their team name of Pirate Sentai Gokaiger. To them, they're a team, rather than a legendary task force that they are mistakenly labeled as. And they refuse to believe they're the 35th team meant to defend Earth despite all need to prevent this world from falling to the empire.

The end of Episode 2 showcases the arrival of a familiar face to people who watch the originals, MagiRed who really doesn't give his name at all. Still, being the person he is in episode 3, he makes a bet with Marvelous and Doc that they have to catch him but can't transform. That's the real centerpiece of this episode as it's a character building storyline, focusing primarily on Marvelous and Doc's dynamic with the second string plot being the empire's goons fighting the other three who bust out black and white henshins.

On a note? Go-On Black. With a skirt. Somewhere Dillon is having fits and if Dan Eiwig is watching this series he is busting a gut right now.

The real focus and drive of Episode 3 is in the title Courage that makes Magic or somethign close to it. Courage was the power of the original MagiRangers, and when the powers of the MagiKeys are accessed, they get a full transformation sequence in CGI and background effects, and then from there, actually perform the team pose. In terms of ability, this is rather interesting. Normally when someone transforms, they simply get a Rider-style henshin, done in real time. But this time they pulled out the stops, pushing the Gokaiger and MagiRanger transformations together.

The unanimous "... wtf?" feel they had after transforming with the MagiKeys was quite loud, as there is a notable pause. They are clearly confused. Why are they calling themselves Mahou Sentai MagiRanger? We're fucking Gokaigers! But no, this is the true power of a team. And thus begins the build to the true powers of the Super Sentai they wield. It's going to be a fun row.

Episode 4's preview hints towards a Joe episode, and the advent of possibly the mastery of the GekiRanger powers. Can't wait till next week.
drunkenpandaren: (Are You Stupid?!)
An active list of muses that I have thus far. If you don't actually SEE a muse I haven't got under a list and you know I played them somewhere, please tell me.

And if you cannot find a certain muse, check under Misc. Chances are I got lazy and shoved all my singles under there. Disregard the whole "NSFW might be there" crap it's just applying to two, maybe three journals and that's because of the bloody source material and/or icons. In fact, if you see one listed without a canon after it chances are they are NSFW in nature ANYHOW go on click you know you wanna. and possibly best avoided for sanity sake.

I am also always remembering new journals out of the blue so this changes on a regular basis. Some journals simply do not exist anymore, because I had bad experiences and had deleted them. You know the drill there.

Games played currently are as follows:

[livejournal.com profile] microcosm_rp
[livejournal.com profile] srwug_alpha_rp
[livejournal.com profile] somarium
[livejournal.com profile] mayfield

with dabbling in

[livejournal.com profile] the_love_hotel

And finally apping to:

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