kenzaki | Open rp, post Zi-O, please interrupt him at the quarry or three hours later or whatever

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Kenzaki stands in the quarry, delighted, exhausted, and bewildered. Amane-chan is safe. Zi-O has their powers. That should keep both Jokers sealed, and, well, if it doesn’t, he can deal with it then.

For now? For now, he has a chance to actually build a life for himself again. He doesn’t have to hold himself back from contacting his friends. He scribbles his cellphone number on a scrap of paper and tucks it into Hajime’s hand (imagine, being able to touch Hajime again) and begins to stroll off.

He needs to find a place to stay. He hasn't exactly been here long; hasn't had time. Some human food. Oh, and a shower. A shower would be magnificent.

Right now, he wants to let Hajime and Amane-chan reunite without his interference. He’s not leaving town again. He just doesn’t want to be in the way, and maybe to take a couple hours to stare at a wall and let the shock of it all wash over him.

It could've been so much worse.

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triggerhappytraitor

Of course he hasn't. How could he when he'd left so much of himself in the past and didn't know how to get it back?

"So how about you? 15 years ronin has to have at least a few highlights, right?" Tachibana asked, shifting to sit more upright as the first pair of ramen bowls was set down on the table.

From:

kenzaki

Kenzaki isn't unaware of what that's like... but he guesses he's never really known what he's doing with other people anyway.

He's worried.

A rueful snort at that. "I helped out a few people here and there. Was helped more than once myself, too. Ended up in Seoul for a while, working in a little grocery store. Really not that dramatic."

....except.

"Got called in to help with a couple Rider fights. I don't know if you heard."

From:

triggerhappytraitor

Tachibana paused, blinking. "Rider fights...?" he repeated. "There were a few times that the Searcher went off, showing that you were fighting, but we couldn't tell what or why."

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kenzaki

Kenzaki nods. He was involved with a couple more dramatic things, but Tachibana-san doesn't need to worry about those. He's all right.

"Yeah, every now and then when various people try to destroy the world. I end up fighting next to Ryuki, or Hibiki, or one of the others. And there was the time that Genm used my face to torture this poor doctor kid, Ex-Aid."

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triggerhappytraitor

Blink. Blink blink.

"...Was that a few years ago? 3 or 4 transformations in a hard to pinpoint location? The final signal was at a hospital, that much we were able to figure out."

Not that. Much else was really discernible.

"The hell was even going on there?"

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kenzaki

Kenzaki shakes his head and looks away for a moment. He would've given just about anything for Tachibana-san and the others to arrive there. It'd been crazy. A dream. A nightmare. One of those alternate universes, or alternate timelines. He was sure there had been others, too, that he couldn't quite remember, whispering at the edge of his memories.

And he was also very relieved that they didn't arrive there.

"Yeah, a few years back. I don't even remember all of it. He was trying to make his own world, and he was using this Ex-Aid kid plus a few who'd died. Everything kept repeating over and over and over... but because he was using me, too, I was able to get in there. I was," he sighs, "drawn to fight. I even became part of the weirdest sentai for a little while."

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triggerhappytraitor

Tachibana blinked a few times. Then blinked a few more, looking... rather disconcerted. "...someone was... using the dead...?" he repeated, not at all happy at the thought. "And because of Kotaro's book, he thought you were as well? So he was using your image?"

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kenzaki

"Disrespectful and appalling, yeah," Kenzaki agrees sourly. He shrugs, helpless and confused, at that one. "I'm... not entirely sure about that. Might've been because of that? Yeah, if I hadn't known he wasn't me, I would've believed it. It was a good copy. Had all of them fooled."

From:

triggerhappytraitor

"But there wouldn't have been any who would have known you," Tachibana pointed out, frown still lingering.

From:

kenzaki

Kenzaki gives him a wry grin. "You have a point about that," he agrees. "I guess he could've been impaling doctors and no one would've realised it wasn't me."

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triggerhappytraitor

The frown switched to a scowl at the very thought, a protective anger growing. "You took care of it?" Because if not... well, there weren't many favors Tachibana could call in, but if this person was still around... maybe he could do something.

Edited Date: 2019-06-26 04:03 am (UTC)

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kenzaki

“We took care of it,” Kenzaki says hastily, though it’s warming as anything to see how Tachibana-san reacts. It’s not as though he was the only one affected, or that this is the only care he’s shown for Kenzaki. It’s still really nice.

“I understand he stuck around with Ex-Aid afterwards, but I don’t know details. We stopped him that time. Me, Emu, and the dead Riders.”

From:

triggerhappytraitor

"Good," Tachibana nodded, taking a deep drink from his own beer as he sat back on his chair once more.

"It's not unlikely that someone could be redeemed," he reasoned almost idly before giving a small, wry smile. "After all, consider our group," he offered. Between his own... problems, Hajime's... everything and Mutsuki's troubles with the Spider Undead...

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kenzaki

"I'm not sure any of us were like him," Kenzaki says doubtfully. He appreciates Tachibana-san being generous, but he also just doesn't think that Tachibana or anyone else was anywhere near that bad.

....and yes, maybe that's bias. "I suppose it's possible, though. I should try to be positive."

He's found that... difficult.