𝐀 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃.

....𝐁𝐔𝐓 「𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃.」 [#KRRP | #KAMENRIDERRP | #TOKURP | #MVRP]

I suppose I, Kaguya-sama shall extend my services.

What was once a group dedicated to spreading malice has now been reborn and has now dedicated itself to protecting all of #MVRP. Should you wish to redeem yourself, you are welcome to join and make up for your past crimes. This is #𝓜𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐑𝐀𝐈. 🤍 to join

@ZEINDRIVER - him. He’d leave them to their own devices, unless he was provoked or attacked. For now, he would just silently wallow in his own 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲.

@ZEINDRIVER - didn’t mean that he was the only person here. He could sense that there was one more person here. He didn’t know if they were merely a survivor of this world’s catastrophe, or another person who could travel through dimensions. Nevertheless, that didn’t matter to-

✧.* 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙪𝙨. [ #tokurp #kamenriderrp #mvrp ]

ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇᴠɪʟ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ, ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀ ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ ᴘᴜɴɪꜱʜᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. #mvrp × #tokurp × #kamenriderrp × #krrp

“Another Zein, hmm?”

- “What….I…..” Those grotesque beings whom mimicked the forms of Kamen Riders were the last thing Kaguya saw, before passing out. As if drawn to their own worlds, the Malgams reverted to card form, still cloaked in the blood-red energy of malice - and disappeared.

- in the same blood-red aura that surrounded him. The 𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧, 𝗪𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗥𝗗, and 𝗪 cards. All three of them, influenced by Kaguya’s despair, began to change- - into dark, twisted versions of the visages they depicted. 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐒. -

- the explosion was deafening silence. The memories of him returning to his mansion via the Aurora Curtain in utter defeat and despair. The fact that only he was the only survivor. Of course, he hadn’t forgotten these memories. He just forced them to the back of his-

- mind anyway. As Hotaro’s world was razed to the ground by the Dooms Clock, all he could bear witness to was nothing but fire. Charred bodies on the ground. The populace that would’ve made their voices heard in a cry for help were no more, as all that echoed after-

𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄.

- long time ago. All of them…brought back memories. Some good ones, like when he had first met him. His most shining treasure. But what he remembered most, were the bad ones. Very bad ones. He couldn’t bring himself to recall them, but the memories had flooded into his-

- he had set foot in this place. Of course, that wasn’t for no reason. He 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 coming here. “….It seems like not much has changed. It’s as gorgeous as always.” Walking into the various rooms - one of which contained the tub of jewels he used to bathe in a-