When reality breaks in Rider World, someone was usually responsible for it. This is why Zack wasn't too surprised that the world had changed, or he had woken up with a crystal in his hands.
Getting up, he looked around and examined his surroundings. A city, some kind of temple and a weird floating thing?
"You're awake? Ah, you're awake!" Exclaimed the moogle and Zack blinked.
"... Asami?"
The Moogle tilted her furry head to the side in confusion. "Sorry, I'm Moogla. Not Asami. Welcome to our world kupo!"
The City
The lack of Hellheim fruits told him as such that this wasn't Hellheim World, or any other worlds that Riders might know. In fact, even if he did wake up with his belt and lockseeds, a quick test had proven that they were harmless trinkets right now.
Fortunately one of his powers was the Dancer, and he began dancing to music that was played from nowhere. His moves were slick, professional, and he was incredibly good. Too good. The Dancer job gave rudimentary powers, but this... this was a professional dancer. Soon, people were throwing gil into the hat.
The Laboratory
"I see... so it's like that."
Zack leaned back in his chair after reading his file and a few others he could still access. He had been told some of the Heroes had locked their files, but at the same time, it was still jarring to find out someone knew everything about him. Even your last name. People called him Zack anyhow.
Though... "Custom Jobs... Not that I'm not appreciative to fight, I'll get something more familiar later..."
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When reality breaks in Rider World, someone was usually responsible for it. This is why Zack wasn't too surprised that the world had changed, or he had woken up with a crystal in his hands.
Getting up, he looked around and examined his surroundings. A city, some kind of temple and a weird floating thing?
"You're awake? Ah, you're awake!" Exclaimed the moogle and Zack blinked.
"... Asami?"
The Moogle tilted her furry head to the side in confusion. "Sorry, I'm Moogla. Not Asami. Welcome to our world kupo!"
The City
The lack of Hellheim fruits told him as such that this wasn't Hellheim World, or any other worlds that Riders might know. In fact, even if he did wake up with his belt and lockseeds, a quick test had proven that they were harmless trinkets right now.
With no funds in his possession and no way to access his bank, Zack found a corner of the street and began to dance. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight--!"
Fortunately one of his powers was the Dancer, and he began dancing to music that was played from nowhere. His moves were slick, professional, and he was incredibly good. Too good. The Dancer job gave rudimentary powers, but this... this was a professional dancer. Soon, people were throwing gil into the hat.
The Laboratory
"I see... so it's like that."
Zack leaned back in his chair after reading his file and a few others he could still access. He had been told some of the Heroes had locked their files, but at the same time, it was still jarring to find out someone knew everything about him. Even your last name. People called him Zack anyhow.
Though... "Custom Jobs... Not that I'm not appreciative to fight, I'll get something more familiar later..."