Inheritors of Tomorrow, a Kamen Rider RP

-Earth, 3000A.R., after a global reset, humanity has recovered.-

-Gate, the largest city on the planet, based in what used to be known in the old world as "Central Europe", now called the continent of Mantra.-

-For years now, strange portals have been opening and closing all over Mantra, legions of monsters pouring from them-

-Within Gate, the mysterious company known as Geist has begun the Rider Task Force as a counteroffensive.-

-It's time for a new breed of hero to rise up.-

-But where do these monsters come from?-

-From where do these strange Belts come from, resembling those in now-ancient history?-

-And why, exactly, did our world undergo this Reset?-

-Nobody knows...perhaps nobody ever will.-

-But for now: Fight on, Riders. For Tomorrow. For Destiny. For Hope. And For Peace-

-So said the news bulletin on the subject of the Reset. Answered as it was for 3 years now. Same as always, boring as always.-

-Boring for Yuriko Hojou, at least, having seen it for years now.-

Yuriko:All they've changed is the number on the year...tch.

-A short haired boyish looking young woman shoves her hands into the pockets of a black trench coat, bracing against a sudden gust of wind-

Wonder if anything will happen today...

-She saunters on down Gate's Main Street, a red tie flapping in the wind, away from her red black polo.-

Maybe...maybe not...

So today As Queblas had a real target: Tablefriends, a furniture store of some renown nestled right on Main Street. Even though the place looked all quaint and local, it was a straight up big corporate franchise, and they thought this meant they could move into Quebla territory without paying the same protection fees everyone else did. So that was why Grigo kicked the door in; she wasn't even going to bother transforming for these scrubs. She cut a hard figure with a sharp white suit with a black tie and pair of flats, but she hadn't bothered with any makeup and just had her hair up in a bun right now. No telling if some Braden-looking ass tool had been taking kickboxing classes and thought he'd try to defend his allegedly local business so no reason to waste the effort if it might get fucked up.

The first thing she did before announcing herself further was pick up a nice wood chair in one hand, a display model. It'd make a good weapon and potentially also just a good add to her apartment.

"As Queblas noticed a gap in their ledger, friend." She announced. The store had an open sales floor with clear sightlines to a register in the back with flat-top carts ready to grab boxes of furniture from a storeroom in the back to wheel out to cars. This also made them excellent for shakedowns, and Grigo made a mental note of the carts. "No worries, just coming to you. Obviously y'all have been too busy to send protection money. Buying stamps to mail a check can be a pain in the ass, no doubt."

She made sure to stay diplomatic, but still carved a warpath through the store straight to the registers. "Pop that shit open, we get our take, and we head out. Better yet so you can keep making change, pop the safe in the back if you haven't collected your cash yet." She looked down her nose at the kid working the register. "Not gonna hurt you, friend, we have no beef unless you pull something."

Joro stretched as he peeled the hazmat suit off his body and stepped into the chemical showers. It had been a good long day of work. The suits were mostly there for precaution and frankly a pain in the ass, but you never know out in the wasteland. Today they were sent in to scout out some possible fuel stockpile with a converted cistern truck. It turned out to be a whole buried warehouse full of some form of cooking oil, still useful but with a funny smell. The guys up top could sort out how to sell it he supposed. He didn't care much about the operations at that level as long as he had his job. Not that he liked it particularly but life was easier when you had money and a way to be busy. He had changed back to his regular clothes and was on his way to check out.

"Kiesel" said the tall woman half blocking his way.

"Hey Ilse, just heading home" said Joro with a gesture, trying to get past her, but she didn't budge.

"Any 'souvenirs' this time, Kisel?" she said, unamused.

"Of course not, I wouldn't like to go through what happened last time." He said with a smile "pat me down if you want" he lifted his arms and spread his legs.

"don't get cheeky with me, Kisel, you knew what you were doing when you tried to sneak those parts" she gave him a once over, sighed "If I find something-"

"You won't, you're on my ass as is, I don't want more problems"

She stepped away "Fine, just go, have a safe trip home"

"Thanks, see ya Ilse!" he said, punched out and headed out of the building.

Work had wound him up, and he really needed to unwind. Fortunately, zooming around with a tuned up bike would do the ticket. And doing so while feeling unbreakable? That was priceless. He took out the Typhoon belt out of its secret compartment as he was waiting on a red light. He pulled it on and as soon the light went to green he zoomed off. The wind caught on the turbine and kickstarted the transformation. Soon his body was clad in what felt like tight black leather, and his head was encased in a bug-themed helmet, his scarf flowing in the wind. He kept zooming around, faster, more reckless, more free, his bike could work at its peak and his body had power flowing through it. As he began to ride through known streets. Grigo and her As Queblas gang mates could hear the roar of of his Cyclone in the distance as the masked man rode through the streets. Joro on his end was in bliss.

“You want me to come in to work tonight? On my day off!?” Adrien nearly yelled into his phone as he walked down Main street. “Why the fu-excuse me, why am I only hearing about fhis now?”

Whatever chatter Adrien didn’t normally have made him growl and mutter a string of curses. “Fine! I’ll be there, but I better get paid for this!” He snapped before ending the call and stuffing his phone back into his pocket. The young man continued down the street, mood lifting slightly at the thought of getting his hands on some extra cash. Maybe he could buy a new computer, or some parts for his bike...

The rumble of a motorbike caught his attention as he approached the street just opposite of Tablefriends.

Loud music blared out as a blue shape blurred through the skies over Gate. It was reckless but 'responsible' was not a word that described Wakana. If anyone asked she would say she was on the lookout for monsters but frankly it was more of a joyride. So, for now, she continued shooting through the sky looking for something to drop into.