bah humbug [open]

[killthepast]

who: Kylo Ren & OPEN
what: General catch-all for settling in. MORE SPECIFIC PROMPTS WILL BE ADDED LATER, but in the meantime, enjoy a totally broad, generic starter.
when: December
where: Places
warnings: None yet.

i. generic walking around doing things starter
It's fitting, he supposes, that he should arrive while it's winter on this moon. Though it's a small detail, and ultimately insignificant, as-- other than the snow-- this place has little in common with Starkiller Base.

There's no sense of order in this city. It's loud and the streets are bustling with activity, much of it lacking purpose. Still, Ren needs to get a lay of the land to fully assess his situation here. And besides: he's in need of some essentials, like... food. And clothes.

(Thanks to recent events with the scavenger, his own clothing was deemed damaged and tossed out while he was receiving medical care at the hospital here. Now he's down his one-and-only outfit and has some new scars to show it.)

So yeah there's a very tall, very gloomy-looking man making his way through the city, trying to find clothes in the right shade of black to match his #aesthetic, trying to figure out how to pick the right produce at the supermarket (it's not as if he had to shop for food with the First Order), and who knows, maybe trying various teas and coffee (caf, you plebs) while intimidating teen baristas with his quiet intensity.

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[killthepast]

What, his "I got dressed in the lost and found" chic is that obvious? No, no, don't answer; Ren knows how ridiculous and mismatched his outfit looks. Jeans that are both too short and too big around the waist, and a sweater that falsely advertises him as a student at "Riverview University." He clearly didn't pick this out. Even still, he admits he's somewhat impressed that the other man had been paying enough attention to notice that.

The smile isn't returned-- Ren's not the best at casually friendly interactions on the best days-- but he doesn't seem bothered by the attempt at conversation. He looks at the other newcomer carefully, his hands pausing on a pair of black pants he'd been eyeing.

"I suppose it's obvious." After a beat, he adds, "Were you at the hospital?"

[createdseventh]

The smile on Yukihiko's face doesn't waver, and he doesn't seem put off by the lack of return. He's quite used to people who prefer to be serious more often than not.

"I was. Had a few injuries when I arrived, so they kept me a bit."

Which is an understatement. He knew full well he'd been dying when he arrived. Why he was in such a different place all of a sudden... It still doesn't make sense, even after time's passed, but he doesn't mind so much. There wasn't anything left for him where he was, after all.

He offers his hand. The Western gesture seems the most appropriate by the looks and voice of the man.

"Yukihiko Miroku. Pleased to meet you."

[killthepast]

He tilts his head a little, looking Yukihiko over with more interest now, studying the way he carries himself for any clues about the sort of man he is. Of course, the Force helps with that, though he's not, for now, actively directing it.

"Me too," he admits, though he won't get into the details of his injuries. The scar on his face says enough.

Glancing down at the offered hand, he takes a moment before he accepts, somewhat awkwardly. It's been a long time since he's met with somebody as just another person, rather than a figure of fear or authority.

"Kylo Ren." He had considered, the first time somebody here asked for his name, giving an alias, but had decided against it quickly. There's no reason to hide from who he is.

[createdseventh]

For all his friendly expression, a trained eye might catch how straight Yukihiko's posture is and how keen the eyes behind the glasses are. His hand, at times, moves toward his side, where one might keep a sword, before he remembers it's not there right now. And there's a definite extra weight, though light, in his jacket on one side. There are signs of a combatant to him, and if one is capable of sensing auras... There's something a bit off about his. Something that's almost malleable.

"Good of them to advance us some money, at least."

Otherwise, it'd be extremely difficult to get anything to wear. Granted, his job would allow him to wear a uniform, which was somewhat familiar, at least.

"Did they give you a job assignment, too?"