Kamen Rider Geats: Back in Time

Fracture V: Tora-Go, is back (P2)

[Flashback]

In the office, Win asked Niram something, "Hey, can I re-entry someone into the DGP?"
"What's the Real in that if people can enter and leave anytime they want?" Niram questioned.
"But she was taken out very unfairly, look." Win showed Niram a tablet.

[Past DesiGra entries: Ayoko Kurama / Kamen Rider Tora-Go]

Niram read the history, and allowed the re-entry.

Win searched tirelessly until he came upon an house on the outskirts of town. Within, muffled voices argued playfully.

"I'm telling you, it goes like this!" a woman said insistently. Another sighed in mock exasperation.

Win approached and knocked. The door swung open to reveal Ayoko and an elderly woman. "Yes?" Ayoko asked politely.

Win held out a little box, "Congratulation, you-". He forgot what Tsumuri does in situations like this.

"Who's there outside?" A voice echoed from inside the house.
"It's just a... Excuse me, who are you again?" Ayoko asked.
Giving up on acting like Tsumuri, Win handed her the opened box. "Just touch this please?"

Eyeing him curiously, Ayoko complied. The moment her fingers made contact, her eyes flew wide in shock. Memories flooded back in a torrent - the battles, friends made, her driver's power, and the trauma of her past family.

She opened her eyes wide in shock for a moment.
"I know you've been through pain. But you got over it. Your friends need you, Sasaki Keiwa and Neon, I mean. I ask that you participate again."

"Lead the way"

[Flashback ended]

As the smoke drifted away on the breeze, a lone figure emerged with graceful poise. Long ebony locks flowed like silk, held in place by an ornate pin adorned with jade.

A kimono of deep azure hugged her petite frame, elegant patterns resembling crashing waves picked out in shimmering gold thread. Beneath raven brows, cinnamon eyes scanned the scene with sharp focus yet concealed urgency.

Her name was Ayoko, and she had returned.

"Magic against magic, how poetic," she mused softly, a hint of mirth dancing upon rose petals for lips.

From her obi she withdrew a Desire Dvrier and set the Buckle in.

[Set!]
The Fantasy logo appeared.

"Henshin."

A raging fireball tore loose from the enemies' ranks, yet were obliterated by dozens of ephemeral blades. When the radiance faded, Ayoko stood resplendent in glowing armor.

[Fantasy!]

Poised and ready, she surveyed the landscape with the eyes of a protector. At long last, the Rider named Tora-Go had risen once more to defend all in her sphere.

[Ready? Fight!]

The Rook Jyamato charged headlong, swinging wide. Tora-Go pivoted gracefully on light feet, letting the attack glance past mere inches from her face. Her hand shot out in a riposte, tracing an intricate sigil that summoned a gravity well.

It yanked the hulking monster off-balance just long enough for Tora-Go to capitalize. Spinning into a low roundhouse, her leg lashed out in an arc of blue light that crashed into its flank. The Rook grunted but refused to fall. 

It swiped again savagely, only for Tora-Go to seem to phase right through the claw. Refocusing, she phased back into view behind it, extending her arms in a flowing one-two strike that sent it stumbling.

With a flourish, Tora-Go's three-pronged blade materialized in a shower of sakura petals. She whirled into its space gracefully, a flurry of precise cuts and jabs painting the air.

Her blades slashed and parried with flawless precision, yet the creature refused to yield. Seeing an opportunity, Tora-Go withdrew a second Buckle - the Boost Buckle.

[Set!]

With practiced syncrotion, she equipped it alongside Fantasy. Power surged through her as red aura enveloped her form.

[Dual On!]
[Fantasy & Boost!]

The sleek red Boost leg armor formed on her.
"And now for the finish."

[Boost! Fantasy! Grand Victory!]

Countless magic circle formed above Tora-Go. Each one having fireball ready to destroy everything in sight.

It connected with a massive explosion, engulfing the entire horde in a cascade of inferni and searing light. When the radiance faded, only dust remained where it once stood.

"The strongest Buckle, Fantasy" Keiwa marvelled breathlessly.
"Eh? When?" Neon whispered.

[Round 1/2: Over]

In a flash, the players found themselves back in the DGP lounge.

Sakurai clicked his tongue in irritation. "Not a single opponent all round, unbelievable luck.". He had miraculously not found a soul the entire duration of the first round of the very game he made.

Nearby, Ayoko admired her kimono regretfully as it faded, replaced by the standard uniform, "Ehhh, but that Kimono looked so beautiful!"

Keiwa grinned. "Welcome back! You know how much I missed you? We gotta celebrate!"
"Well then... how about you treat me to fried chicken??" Ayoko grinned.
"Sure things!"

He launched into an over-the-top reenactment of her battle moves, much to her quiet amusement. Neon shuffled awkwardly. "Uhh when were you so powerful?"

Watching the reunited friends, Win smiled contentedly. His intuition to restore Ayoko seemed validated once more. Though trials remained, together the Riders’ flames of hope burned ever brighter.

For now, bonds were strengthened anew through laughter and reminiscing. But what further surprises awaited in rounds yet to come? Only time would tell.

DDGP Rules: Re-entires are allowed if the player's previous elimination is deemed unfair.