[[OOC; canon-wise, Tsukasa is a former Great Leader of the big bad evil empire DaiShocker that ends up becoming a hero after losing his memories, even though most every other Rider tries to kill him for such reasons as destroying their worlds or stealing their powers or being an ass. For AU purposes, he is from Gigas and had sever brain trauma so remembers nothing of his past so basically the start of the series except he has a pokemon and minus Natsumi to yell at him.]]
1 [Tsukasa wasn't one for drinking. He disliked the lack of coordination that came with too much alcohol, but he had to be polite in order to get some money. As it was, his violin playing had won him some extra coin though it wasn't enough for some film for his camera. He had just taken a large mouthful of the stuff when he felt a familiar weight landing on his shoulder followed by the very familiar cry of 'Stop! Thief!'
He swallowed, gently put his violin back in its case and looked up at his purrloin.]
Deca... [Two shiny rings fell to the ground and Tsukasa took a step back, raising his hands.] Sorry about that, she just likes shiny objects. No hard feelings, right?
4 [Ever since he woke up in a hospital unsure of anything but his name, his pokemon's name, and the feeling that he had something important to do, Tsukasa had drifted. The people that had found him had offered to give him shelter until his memories returned, but he disliked the boundaries that would place on him, disliked the fact that they were being too nice for someone with a cracked skull, and so he left and went to the next town. The next town became another, and then another, and soon he found himself in the Archipelago, a camera in hand and his purrloin sitting on his shoulder.
He was taking pictures for people that wanted one in exchange for a small fee. Sometimes his pokemon would leave his side to wander the crowds, and later on he was forced to apologize to some stranger while returning a stolen valuable. The ever-so nice people that had seen to him getting patched up had told him it was wrong to steal, and while he found the idea annoying, it was just not worth the effort to argue against it, especially when there were so many people that agreed.
It would have made life better if he could keep the small objects Deca acquired but that would mean having to find a way to exchange it for something else, and running from the law, and it just seemed like a waste of effort all around. While both he and Deca were able to make enough to scrape by with the photography, the lure of easy goods was there, especially for the purple feline.
A tall man with raggedly cut hair pinned down by bright pink barrettes, he flopped in the shade of a ice stand and watched the beach fill up.]
This is ridiculous... I'm not looking for a small child in that mess. [Deca looked up at him and then smiled at the bright yellow ball she was holding onto.] Brat. Why couldn't you grab something useful?
[Even though he sounded mad, he reached down to pet her and then tossed the ball. She was off into the crowd after it, her tail twitching with the excitement.]
Kadoya Tsukasa | Kamen Rider Decade | Enlightened dark? idek
for such reasons as destroying their worlds or stealing their powers or being an ass. For AU purposes, he is from Gigas and had sever brain trauma so remembers nothing of his past so basically the start of the series except he has a pokemon and minus Natsumi to yell at him.]]1
[Tsukasa wasn't one for drinking. He disliked the lack of coordination that came with too much alcohol, but he had to be polite in order to get some money. As it was, his violin playing had won him some extra coin though it wasn't enough for some film for his camera. He had just taken a large mouthful of the stuff when he felt a familiar weight landing on his shoulder followed by the very familiar cry of 'Stop! Thief!'
He swallowed, gently put his violin back in its case and looked up at his purrloin.]
Deca... [Two shiny rings fell to the ground and Tsukasa took a step back, raising his hands.] Sorry about that, she just likes shiny objects. No hard feelings, right?
4
[Ever since he woke up in a hospital unsure of anything but his name, his pokemon's name, and the feeling that he had something important to do, Tsukasa had drifted. The people that had found him had offered to give him shelter until his memories returned, but he disliked the boundaries that would place on him, disliked the fact that they were being too nice for someone with a cracked skull, and so he left and went to the next town. The next town became another, and then another, and soon he found himself in the Archipelago, a camera in hand and his purrloin sitting on his shoulder.
He was taking pictures for people that wanted one in exchange for a small fee. Sometimes his pokemon would leave his side to wander the crowds, and later on he was forced to apologize to some stranger while returning a stolen valuable. The ever-so nice people that had seen to him getting patched up had told him it was wrong to steal, and while he found the idea annoying, it was just not worth the effort to argue against it, especially when there were so many people that agreed.
It would have made life better if he could keep the small objects Deca acquired but that would mean having to find a way to exchange it for something else, and running from the law, and it just seemed like a waste of effort all around. While both he and Deca were able to make enough to scrape by with the photography, the lure of easy goods was there, especially for the purple feline.
A tall man with raggedly cut hair pinned down by bright pink barrettes, he flopped in the shade of a ice stand and watched the beach fill up.]
This is ridiculous... I'm not looking for a small child in that mess. [Deca looked up at him and then smiled at the bright yellow ball she was holding onto.] Brat. Why couldn't you grab something useful?
[Even though he sounded mad, he reached down to pet her and then tossed the ball. She was off into the crowd after it, her tail twitching with the excitement.]