Sample Entry Two: A few tags from different tumblr rps:
(canon rp, up to date)
"I’m sorry, Micchi." He was back to the nickname. He just couldn’t make himself address the boy with his full name. Perhaps that was stupid of him, or naive, or maybe he was simply being stubborn. But he couldn’t.
He sat down heavily next to Mitsuzane, groaning a little when pain shot through him.
"I can’t die. I’m sorry, but I can’t die just yet. As long as I can, I’m going to stay alive and I’m going to do my best to help people. Why don’t we work together?" But… Could he? Could that be done? After this? He couldn’t trust Micchi. Those words were horrible, even thinking them. He had known Micchi for years. But he couldn’t trust him. Mitsuzane might have killed his own brother. How did you trust someone after something like that?
Right now, it looked like Minato Youko was more trustworthy and if that wasn’t a cruel jest of fate, he didn’t know what was.
"Destruction has never saved anyone."
(canon rp, around episode 33)
"I’ll never forget." Kouta pressed his lips together and stared out into nothing for a while. The thoughts stumbled about in his head, not quite clear enough to put into words, mostly emotions too raw and too consuming for him to allow them to fully surface.
"But yeah… Y—Yuuya too." How had Yuuya felt before he transformed into that Inves? Scared? It looked like he had been in pain, once the transformation took place. How much had he been able to think during that short blink in time? Did he think that he was going to die? Had he thought about his parents? About the team? About his siblings? Did he even have any? Kouta hated that he didn’t know. Same with Hase. He just… Didn’t know. He hoped that Yggdrasil had informed their families. About something at least. Surely Takatora would see to that? He seemed righteous enough to do it. At least, Kouta hoped so.
"Peco…" Again, he turned to look at the younger boy. "You don’t want to be a Rider, trust me." But unless the invasion was stopped, he had to don a belt sooner or later, or the Forest would consume him. The invasion had to be stopped.
Re: Kouta Kazuraba | Kamen Rider Gaim | Reserved
(canon rp, up to date)
"I’m sorry, Micchi." He was back to the nickname. He just couldn’t make himself address the boy with his full name. Perhaps that was stupid of him, or naive, or maybe he was simply being stubborn. But he couldn’t.
He sat down heavily next to Mitsuzane, groaning a little when pain shot through him.
"I can’t die. I’m sorry, but I can’t die just yet. As long as I can, I’m going to stay alive and I’m going to do my best to help people. Why don’t we work together?" But… Could he? Could that be done? After this? He couldn’t trust Micchi. Those words were horrible, even thinking them. He had known Micchi for years. But he couldn’t trust him. Mitsuzane might have killed his own brother. How did you trust someone after something like that?
Right now, it looked like Minato Youko was more trustworthy and if that wasn’t a cruel jest of fate, he didn’t know what was.
"Destruction has never saved anyone."
(canon rp, around episode 33)
"I’ll never forget." Kouta pressed his lips together and stared out into nothing for a while. The thoughts stumbled about in his head, not quite clear enough to put into words, mostly emotions too raw and too consuming for him to allow them to fully surface.
"But yeah… Y—Yuuya too." How had Yuuya felt before he transformed into that Inves? Scared? It looked like he had been in pain, once the transformation took place. How much had he been able to think during that short blink in time? Did he think that he was going to die? Had he thought about his parents? About the team? About his siblings? Did he even have any? Kouta hated that he didn’t know. Same with Hase. He just… Didn’t know. He hoped that Yggdrasil had informed their families. About something at least. Surely Takatora would see to that? He seemed righteous enough to do it. At least, Kouta hoped so.
"Peco…" Again, he turned to look at the younger boy. "You don’t want to be a Rider, trust me." But unless the invasion was stopped, he had to don a belt sooner or later, or the Forest would consume him. The invasion had to be stopped.