[Sentai]

Kamen Rider D... Den-O

Ore Sanjou!

Nathan couldn’t believe his eyes. Samantha had become a Kamen Rider?! Decked in Silver, and Red, with one hand placed defiantly on her right hip, and her right foot resting on her left. With only the tip of her boot touching the ground. “… What the hell did you do, Sam?!”
“What? I don’t make this look good?” She knew he couldn’t see the grin she had beneath her mask, but she was grinning bright anyway. What she didn’t know was there was a Red Imagin watching all of this from outside. Arms folded, and stomping his foot very impatiently.
What is she… with my… THAT’S MY BELT! Grrr…. ORE SANJOU! Momotaros leapt through the window, plowing into the back of Samantha and sending her hurtling forward into what was left of some tables. Of course, none of them saw him. So it looked, to Nathan atleast, like she just hurled herself across the room. But.
“… Sam?” He asked with an eyebrow cocked. “I know the suits take some getting used to, but could you not destroy what’s left of my Café?” Just a thought. But she was already back up. Standing much more like Den-O now. Complete with Momo’s signature pose. “Ore Sanjou! Oi, you!” Why did she sound like a man now, and why she was standing up to push against his shoulders? What the hell?!
“I’ll be helping you handle those rogue Riders from now on, Yea? I could use a good fight!” Not with my body, you aren’t! “The Hell?! You shuddup! Sword Form is me, it's mine, and I'm not having some little girl ruin my image!" LITTLE GIRL?! Look here Dumbass, this is my body! Get your own, Shapeless! ""Shapeless?!" Momo balled his fist... and punched himself in the stomach. Oh Samantha was giggling madly.. Also in pain, but giggling!
Nathan though? Nathan was very confused. Samantha was.. arguing with herself. In a very deep voice, which just creeped him right out. And then punched herself in the stomach. “Hey! Before you beat yourself bloody.. Can someone please explain to the very confused Chef what the hell is happening?” But the flashes hit him again. Ryuutaro, DenLiner, The Imagin.. Kamen Rider Den-O! “Momotaros?”
That stopped the bickering pair in their wake. Momo was quite impressed. Strutting over, laying his hand confidently on Nathan’s shoulder. “So you’ve heard of me? Yes, I am quite awesome!” In your own mind, Hornhead. “Stay out of this, Pixiestick!” Oh Lord. Nathan brushed his hand off, gripped the belt, and pulled the Driver free from Den-O’s waist. Finally splitting the pair. Momotaros was sent stumbling back into the wall, while Samantha stayed put. Panting a little, but standing upright. Even if she was bent some with her hand on the table behind her.
Sure enough. That was Momotaros. “How did you get here?” Seemed like the question to ask while Samantha recovered. Momo just slumped down into the nearby booth and crossed his ankles on the tabletop.. Almost like he was used to that pose, or something. Complete with trademark pouting crossing of the arms.
“You think I’d let that damn belt outta my sight? I live in that museum! Used to. Before Kamen Rider Radiator-Face stole my belt. So I jumped through when the portal opened and here I am. And if Pixiestick thinks she can use my belt!” Nathan rolled his eyes. Of all the Imagin he gets stuck with mister Ore Sanjou. Alright, fine. “From what I know about you, you can become Den-O without inhabiting someone right?” Momotaru nodded. “Fine. You help me destroy the other belts, you can stay. But in the meantime you’re helping me find a belt for Samantha.”
She was dumbfounded. She had a belt! That idiot stole it! “Nathan! You’re taking his side!” He swore Momo was smirking, but his foot against the table snapped both their attention towards him again. Something he learned from the flashback. Momotaros responds well to violence. “No. We’re going to find you a belt that doesn’t require you to be possessed every time you use it. .. Besides, I need you to be a reporter right now. If we’re going after Hyuga Corp than we need intel. Me? I’m just a damn Chef. You know how to get placed that I don’t. So while we look for a belt, so you can protect yourself, you help us learn where the belts are. Yea?”

Least now that had a plan. And an ally... of sorts.