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Bingo Fight- A Heroic Excursion

Lance's armor was yellow at the front with white lines tracing the sides of the suit and the spandex underneath, bordering with the black behind it. Midline on the front of Lance's body, was a thick black line extending from midshoulder to midshoulder on the other side, a dotted yellow line tracing from Lance's groin up to his neck, resembling a road. Bordering on the cups of his shoulders were black tire markings, erratic in their formation, looking almost as if the suit had been run over. White plates covered his shin and elbows, broad but short wings extruding from each of them. His mask lacked a mouth, though had two, large, white, bug-like eyes.

Lance moved around in the suit, obviously not used to it. He felt more powerful. Perhaps it was the spandex?

When the lamp-man approached, Lance was still too busy trying out the new suit. Then, when the thing got close enough, Lance looked up at it and glared through his mask.

"Is that so?" he taunted. Lance rotated his shoulders and cracked his knuckles. Then, he posed. "Let's get this show on the road."

Almost instinctively, Lance got into a fighting stance, before running off to meet with the lamp man. Lance was the first to strike, throwing a left jab aimed at what looked like the thing's nose.

Bingo Fight- A Heroic Excursion

Lance had been lounging in a cafe by the beach at the residential side of Oomuri Island. He had been awake for an hour. A coffee cup and a stale, half-eaten bagel were sitting on the table in front of him. Sitting on the window was a radio. The news was on.

Lance arrived on Oomuri Island about a week ago. He stayed at a cheap hotel. He had arrived by boat, sitting on his motorcycle a majority of the ride there, getting off only brood in the moonlight and to get a bite to eat; more of the former than the latter. It wasn't long after Lance arrived that a mysterious man handed him a set of bingo cards. Needless to say, he had contemplated throwing them away, though a voice in his head had kept him from doing so.

Mid-bite, before finishing his bagel, there was a vibrating sensation in his pants. For a moment, he could have sworn it was his phone. Reaching into his pocket, it was a bingo card, the back side glowing brightly. Lance put down his breakfast and headed in the direction it seemed the card was taking him.

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After some walking, Lance arrived at quarry. Before him, strange men apparently made of paper. He stared curiously at the seen before him, then looked at the bingo card.

"Hm." a belt materialized at his waist. It had a silvery strap with a black wheel at the center filled with white bingo balls. At Lance's left side, there was a black, plastic box filled with what appeared to be bingo cards. Behind the bingo wheel was a slot just big enough to fit a single bingo card. Lance nodded. "Transform" he said, placing the bingo card into his belt.

"D-R-I-F-T! DARING! RIGHTEOUS! INTIMIDATING! FLASHING TRUTH! D-D-D-DRIFT!" a voice declared. Lance became enveloped in a bright, white light.

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@Blight Bug
Is it weird that I want to put down the glass ball and then punch Pan Chao in the dick?

Edit: I don't mean to be rude to you directly, it just seems like Pan Chao as a character is so douchey. If that's what you were going for then holy shit it worked.

@Banana

Punch him in the deck.

Reign of the Nine-Tailed Fox

Dafei crossed her arms and pouted, not knowing how to respond to the older man. She looked obviously disturbed but was too unfamiliar with being put in her place in such a way that she simply stayed where she was. The girl grumbled and took a step back from the conversation. It was obvious she wasn't needed. Or rather, it seemed the others didn't want her.

"Okay. That's fine" she thought, "I'll just start my own team. And it'll be way bigger and way better!" Unannounced, Dafei walked away from the conversation. She looked back and when she felt she was far enough away, while she could not hear the bickering of the others anymore, Dafei took off in a sprint, flapping her wings as she gradually took flight.

Reign of the Nine-Tailed Fox

Hayazo, do you have a Furaffinity?

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The young girl was unsure what to make of things to say the least. For starters, she didn't understand a single word any of the others were saying, simply not speaking their language. She stared. Her lips pursed out, the creases pointing up to suggest she was content, though the blank stare she had suggested she had long since lost track of conversation. The fox was understandable, for whatever reason, though she hadn't payed attention to exactly what he said, catching only small glimpses. For instance, she caught his name. Due to the fact it was in a different language, her's being tonal and the other one not, Dafei had trouble actually pronouncing such a word.

"Together?" Dafei snapped out of her trance. The number of people had grown, it seemed. "Ah!" she looked around. She cleared her throat. "I see" she said, "welcome, travelers. While you all may believe yourselves worthy of such a task, I must declare myself as leader of this expedition. Perhaps you are all qualified, but I was built to defeat the nine-tailed fox." Dafei pranced about the shrine, appearing regal though she spoke in a language unfamiliar to most in the area.

Bingo Fight- A Heroic Excursion

DRIFT

Name: Lance Whittle

Age: 22

Appearance: A man standing at just a little over six feet tall. He has a skinny build which most would call athletic. Lance has fair skin with a tan on his face and hands, the rest of his body being noticeably paler. He has dirty blond hair which is cut short and clean shaven. Though he can grow massive amounts of facial hair in a short time, Lance chooses to shave himself clean. There is a tattoo on the left side of his chest which reads "VOX NIHILI". He has a good deal of chest hair. Lance is typically dressed in a shirt and jeans with a leather belt, a leather jacket, and leather boots. More often than not, he also has on a pair of sun glasses.

Personality: Calm, cool, collected, and with a knack for one-liners, Lance doesn't seem to speak in any other way. He behaves taciturnly, preferring to answer questions with a simple "yes" or "no", rarely ever asking questions of his own. He prefers keeping others away, preferring not to make friends. He handles things quickly and with urgency, sparing no time for feelings.

Brief Backstory: Lance comes from a family of fighter pilots going back to his great grandfather in the Second World War. His grandfather and father were themselves fighter pilots. As an only child, it was up to Lance to take after his family line and become himself a pilot. Lance had become an instrument rated pilot by the time he turned twenty. He was in ROTC at his school, studying hard for a degree in general education. He never finished his degree, however, and thus could not be commissioned. He left the school and he left the program. His parents and especially his father were ashamed of him. Lance took one of the many motorcycles in his garage and fled his home, never wanting to return again.

Identity: DRIFT

Your Wish: Being able to ride forever down an endless highway, seeing the sights, and meeting hot babes at every stop.

Other:

Bingo Fight- A Heroic Excursion

DRIFT

Name: Lance Whittle

Age: 22

Appearance: A man standing at just a little over six feet tall. He has a skinny build which most would call athletic. Lance has fair skin with a tan on his face and hands, the rest of his body being noticeably paler. He has dirty blond hair which is cut short and clean shaven. Though he can grow massive amounts of facial hair in a short time, Lance chooses to shave himself clean. There is a tattoo on the left side of his chest which reads "VOX NIHILI". He has a good deal of chest hair. Lance is typically dressed in a shirt and jeans with a leather belt, a leather jacket, and leather boots. More often than not, he also has on a pair of sun glasses.

Personality: Calm, cool, collected, and with a knack for one-liners, Lance doesn't seem to speak in any other way. He behaves taciturnly, preferring to answer questions with a simple "yes" or "no", rarely ever asking questions of his own. He prefers keeping others away, preferring not to make friends. He handles things quickly and with urgency, sparing no time for feelings.

Brief Backstory: Lance comes from a family of fighter pilots going back to his great grandfather in the Second World War. His grandfather and father were themselves fighter pilots. As an only child, it was up to Lance to take after his family line and become himself a pilot. Lance had become an instrument rated pilot by the time he turned twenty. He was in ROTC at his school, studying hard for a degree in general education. He never finished his degree, however, and thus could not be commissioned. He left the school and he left the program. His parents and especially his father were ashamed of him. Lance took one of the many motorcycles in his garage and fled his home, never wanting to return again.

Identity: DRIFT

Your Wish: Being able to ride forever down an endless highway, seeing the sights, and meeting hot babes at every stop.

Other: MONEY, STEEL, DEEDS, ALIVE, FINAL

Bingo Fight- A Heroic Excursion, Toku-Inspired Action

I have an idea. For a belt, Riders would use the BINGO drive, which is a belt with a bingo wheel the front filled with bingo balls. The Rider would insert their bingo card into the top slot of the belt. The wheel spins and balls appear in five slots below reading their desired form. The belt announces the form complete with a little catchphrase, then transforms the Rider.

Kaijin might just slap their bingo card onto their bodies, the card dissolving into their body thus transforming them.

DRIFT

Name: Lance Whittle

Age: 22

Appearance: A man standing at just a little over six feet tall. He has a skinny build which most would call athletic. Lance has fair skin with a tan on his face and hands, the rest of his body being noticeably paler. He has dirty blond hair which is cut short and clean shaven. Though he can grow massive amounts of facial hair in a short time, Lance chooses to shave himself clean. There is a tattoo on the left side of his chest which reads "VOX NIHILI". He has a good deal of chest hair. Lance is typically dressed in a shirt and jeans with a leather belt, a leather jacket, and leather boots. More often than not, he also has on a pair of sun glasses.

Personality: Calm, cool, collected, and with a knack for one-liners, Lance doesn't seem to speak in any other way. He behaves taciturnly, preferring to answer questions with a simple "yes" or "no", rarely ever asking questions of his own. He prefers keeping others away, preferring not to make friends. He handles things quickly and with urgency, sparing no time for feelings.

Brief Backstory: Lance comes from a family of fighter pilots going back to his great grandfather in the Second World War. His grandfather and father were themselves fighter pilots. As an only child, it was up to Lance to take after his family line and become himself a pilot. Lance had become an instrument rated pilot by the time he turned twenty. He was in ROTC at his school, studying hard for a degree in general education. He never finished his degree, however, and thus could not be commissioned. He left the school and he left the program. His parents and especially his father were ashamed of him. Lance took one of the many motorcycles in his garage and fled his home, never wanting to return again.

Identity: DRIFT

Your Wish: Being able to ride forever down an endless highway, seeing the sights, and meeting hot babes at every stop.

Other: MONEY, STEEL, DEEDS, ALIVE, FINAL

Reign of the Nine-Tailed Fox

It seemed as though Dafei had been flying for several days, though really it had only been a few hours. She was tired, sweaty, and also bored. The last she landed, she had eaten breakfast: the carcass of a dead cow which had collapsed in the middle of the forest which nobody seemed to want save for the few flies which wafted around it. It was more food for her.

She had past into Kado shrine for a few minutes, talons planted on the ground. She had not noticed, however, and continued flapping before noticing the others around her. Dafei stopped mid-stroke and looked awkwardly at the troop of men surrounding her. She was silent, slowly putting her arms down so that they hung relaxed at her side the way a human's were naturally.

"E-eh... Lei ho" Dafei bowed before the group of people, keeping her head up. When she lifted herself back, she gained a new composure, appearing just a little bit more mature. There was a smirk on her face. An arm crossed her torso and her other tugged her skirt in a curtsy. "Hello. I am Gei Dafei. I am on a mission to find the one known as 'An Jou'" she introduced. She spoke in an uncommon dialect, though any from around the region of Namchon or those who had done business there may have understood.