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orange_lilyProfessor Utahoshi Kengo peers at the device on the table, and around him, four Riders – Double, split in the middle between green and black; Kivaara, tall and slender in white and purple; Skull, arms folded and hat low over his mask; and Tackle, prodding near the device as if she’s half expecting to get an electric shock – peer as well.
The device in question looks unimpressive – a gold disk with a blue gem in the centre, and a triangular blade of burnished gold extending out behind it.
“You did good, kids,” Skull rumbles. “I genuinely didn’t think you’d get this thing done on time.”
“We were lucky,” Kengo says, “Emoto and Gamou had notes left over about the control of mystic energy. It was never something they seriously pursued, but they looked into it.”
“And there was no shortage of data accessible within the planet’s records,” one half of Double adds, the green side’s eye flickering, “this is not the first time a device like this has been attempted, it seems, and without the benefit of our modern technology. Actually, the first successful attempt - …”
“We won’t be able to get close, though,” Kengo says sharply, cutting through Double’s rambling. “Fujita – and a lot of other people – were taken this morning, and brought to a stretch of coastline about half an hour’s drive from the edge of Tokyo. The concentration of energy there is already fatal to humans, and it’s only set to rise.”
“Then we’ll go,” Tackle says, and claps Skull on the shoulder. “We’re dead already, right?”
The device in question looks unimpressive – a gold disk with a blue gem in the centre, and a triangular blade of burnished gold extending out behind it.
“You did good, kids,” Skull rumbles. “I genuinely didn’t think you’d get this thing done on time.”
“We were lucky,” Kengo says, “Emoto and Gamou had notes left over about the control of mystic energy. It was never something they seriously pursued, but they looked into it.”
“And there was no shortage of data accessible within the planet’s records,” one half of Double adds, the green side’s eye flickering, “this is not the first time a device like this has been attempted, it seems, and without the benefit of our modern technology. Actually, the first successful attempt - …”
“We won’t be able to get close, though,” Kengo says sharply, cutting through Double’s rambling. “Fujita – and a lot of other people – were taken this morning, and brought to a stretch of coastline about half an hour’s drive from the edge of Tokyo. The concentration of energy there is already fatal to humans, and it’s only set to rise.”
“Then we’ll go,” Tackle says, and claps Skull on the shoulder. “We’re dead already, right?”
