[It wasn't to say Heart was dissatisfied with his lot in life. Anywhere without Banno was more pleasant altogether. However, the lack of Medic, even in her current state made his "heart" ache a little.
He had sent Brain away, to escape Banno. But at the same time, he also felt like he was sorely missing him. His comrades were precious to him after all, and he let out a tired sigh.]
No Brain, no Medic... [He chuckled a little.] Not even Chase, Gou or Tomari. Even Kiriko would be pleasant to see at this point.
[It wasn't to say that Heart had been IDLE all this time. In an attempt to stave off the boredom of nothing being a challenge to him even if he was locked into his human form, he had prettified the house to make it look like the place he rested his laurels at. But he was getting bored, overly so.
So there was Heart, relaxing on a chair outside his house, watching people go buy. He was out of his job clothing right now, but he looked relaxed enough in the familiar red jacket of his.]
9. Obligatory Fight Thread
[These Jobs were admittedly satisfying in Hearts opinion. The perks by the Beastmaster job were well worth it, as he had trained his Moogle extensively. However, even after many hours working on it, he had come across the Programmer Job.
A stroke of irony, no less, as Heart surprisingly found that he could access part of his Roidmude form to fight. While other Programmers used computers, he used himself. He could see data again, but more importantly, feel more alive so to speak.
The opponent was a crude mechanized golem of some kind, its gears hissing as he grinned a little.] All right then, come.
[His moogle shot forward in a flurry of attacks while Heart charged up a power, his arm reforming into his Roidmude arm. Shooting blasts of energy, he found the impact to be comparable with his original form's blasts.]
To your left, comrade.
[The moogle dodged and Heart went in for a massive punch, knocking back the golem into the trees as he flicked his arm. Steam hissed off it, and for a moment, he was worried. But being a living robot after all, he shrugged off the vibrations going up his arm.]
11. Breathing is hard man
[From the beginning, Heart had been interested in this sport. Admittedly more extreme than many, the players could hold their breath for a long time.
Watching a pick up match between street teams however, resulted in one of the members being injured. It was here that Heart walked over, and doffed his coat.] Move. I will take over.
[The teammates raised a look at him, but nodded. And soon, Heart was gliding through the water, able to swim with the best of them. It was liberating, and he was enjoying it as he charged a kick that was similar to a Power Shot. Maybe if you were inclined, there was room on the opposite team?]
Heart | Kamen Rider Drive (Canon Point Episode 42ish)
[It wasn't to say Heart was dissatisfied with his lot in life. Anywhere without Banno was more pleasant altogether. However, the lack of Medic, even in her current state made his "heart" ache a little.
He had sent Brain away, to escape Banno. But at the same time, he also felt like he was sorely missing him. His comrades were precious to him after all, and he let out a tired sigh.]
No Brain, no Medic... [He chuckled a little.] Not even Chase, Gou or Tomari. Even Kiriko would be pleasant to see at this point.
[It wasn't to say that Heart had been IDLE all this time. In an attempt to stave off the boredom of nothing being a challenge to him even if he was locked into his human form, he had prettified the house to make it look like the place he rested his laurels at. But he was getting bored, overly so.
So there was Heart, relaxing on a chair outside his house, watching people go buy. He was out of his job clothing right now, but he looked relaxed enough in the familiar red jacket of his.]
9. Obligatory Fight Thread
[These Jobs were admittedly satisfying in Hearts opinion. The perks by the Beastmaster job were well worth it, as he had trained his Moogle extensively. However, even after many hours working on it, he had come across the Programmer Job.
A stroke of irony, no less, as Heart surprisingly found that he could access part of his Roidmude form to fight. While other Programmers used computers, he used himself. He could see data again, but more importantly, feel more alive so to speak.
The opponent was a crude mechanized golem of some kind, its gears hissing as he grinned a little.] All right then, come.
[His moogle shot forward in a flurry of attacks while Heart charged up a power, his arm reforming into his Roidmude arm. Shooting blasts of energy, he found the impact to be comparable with his original form's blasts.]
To your left, comrade.
[The moogle dodged and Heart went in for a massive punch, knocking back the golem into the trees as he flicked his arm. Steam hissed off it, and for a moment, he was worried. But being a living robot after all, he shrugged off the vibrations going up his arm.]
11. Breathing is hard man
[From the beginning, Heart had been interested in this sport. Admittedly more extreme than many, the players could hold their breath for a long time.
Watching a pick up match between street teams however, resulted in one of the members being injured. It was here that Heart walked over, and doffed his coat.] Move. I will take over.
[The teammates raised a look at him, but nodded. And soon, Heart was gliding through the water, able to swim with the best of them. It was liberating, and he was enjoying it as he charged a kick that was similar to a Power Shot. Maybe if you were inclined, there was room on the opposite team?]