That is to say, Krim had commandeered a few toys from the nearest toy shop, and the small belt was rolling through town, looking for trouble. It wasn't to say that Krim was getting himself into trouble, but rather making sure everyone else didn't make the effort to try and run down their power limits and go rogue.
Nothing pained Krim more than seeing a child risk their lives, and his own brush with death was also weighing on his mechanical heart. Kids couldn't put themselves in danger, it went against everything he wished for in this world.
Sooner or later, Krim is enjoying a snack, a drink of milk from a saucer with a straw, and eating a strawberry shortcake. How he's managing to do this through glass is slightly unheard of, but he's still worried about those who would be in more danger without his help.
May Day - in Which Krim is bowled head over heels
Another Nightmare monster. Was it someone he knew, or something born of this world? Krim wasn't too sure, but he bounced as the minions threw him to the side.
The belt bounced three times as the toy cars propped him up. "Fuck," he growled in English before slipping into his smooth Japanese. "Of all the times to be without a proper Drive."
The projected body had lasted for all of ten seconds. It couldn't stand up to his own transformation power, the body dissolving into light as the Drive suit failed to lock in. It was like how Kiriko couldn't handle it, and Krim cursed himself for not thinking ahead with how reckless it had been to build his tech based on the idea he'd have a unbeatable body.
"This does not look good," muttered Krim as the minions advanced.
Home Improvement - in Which Krim is Building
Krim sorely missed his little mobile trolly. It was more of a body than anything else he desired. So, using the toy cars, he was constructing the trolly piece by piece, fabricating the items out of things purchased at the local mart. It was amazing how piecemeal his work was, but it was slowly coming together, using the end of the belt strap as an arm to do his work.
Mr. Belt (Krim Steinbelt) | Kamen Rider Drive
There is a belt, rolling through town.
That is to say, Krim had commandeered a few toys from the nearest toy shop, and the small belt was rolling through town, looking for trouble. It wasn't to say that Krim was getting himself into trouble, but rather making sure everyone else didn't make the effort to try and run down their power limits and go rogue.
Nothing pained Krim more than seeing a child risk their lives, and his own brush with death was also weighing on his mechanical heart. Kids couldn't put themselves in danger, it went against everything he wished for in this world.
Sooner or later, Krim is enjoying a snack, a drink of milk from a saucer with a straw, and eating a strawberry shortcake. How he's managing to do this through glass is slightly unheard of, but he's still worried about those who would be in more danger without his help.
May Day - in Which Krim is bowled head over heels
Another Nightmare monster. Was it someone he knew, or something born of this world? Krim wasn't too sure, but he bounced as the minions threw him to the side.
The belt bounced three times as the toy cars propped him up. "Fuck," he growled in English before slipping into his smooth Japanese. "Of all the times to be without a proper Drive."
The projected body had lasted for all of ten seconds. It couldn't stand up to his own transformation power, the body dissolving into light as the Drive suit failed to lock in. It was like how Kiriko couldn't handle it, and Krim cursed himself for not thinking ahead with how reckless it had been to build his tech based on the idea he'd have a unbeatable body.
"This does not look good," muttered Krim as the minions advanced.
Home Improvement - in Which Krim is Building
Krim sorely missed his little mobile trolly. It was more of a body than anything else he desired. So, using the toy cars, he was constructing the trolly piece by piece, fabricating the items out of things purchased at the local mart. It was amazing how piecemeal his work was, but it was slowly coming together, using the end of the belt strap as an arm to do his work.