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who. Kirrahe (

motivationalspeaker), OPEN
what. A Choose your own adventure style log. Kirrahe's out gathering intel and exploring and you get to decide where you meet him
where. We'll get to that.
when. Any time during the week.
warnings. Nothing as of yet, will update accordingly.

Scenario I: Zeta District- If one is to be stuck somewhere for an extended period of time, it's a good idea to get a feel for the neighborhood. Poke around in corners and all that, get weird looks from NPC's. Like moving into any new place.

Getting to know the neighbors is probably a good idea too. He's not going door to door introducing himself or anything, but he's more than happy to chat with anyone who approaches.

Y'know, assuming you don't come at him with a shotgun. He's prepared for that, too.

Scenario II: Afterlife- Outside or inside. If outside, Kirrahe is hanging around near a group of whiny alien NPC's, nonchalantly listening in to whatever random conversation they're having. The elcor bouncer keeps giving him weird looks, but Kirrahe doesn't seem to care.

If inside, he's doing much of the same, though is likely spending much of his time cloaked (most likely how he got in in the first place 8U). If he's not hanging out near a random wall, he'll be at the bar. You'd be surprised how much information you can pick up from a bunch of drunks.

Scenario III: Omega Market- Seeing as Kirrahe's weapons and equipment are outdated by a good three years, you bet your ass he's going to be out price checking. Whether or not he'll actually be able to afford any of this stuff in the near future remains to be seen. Still, weapons can make for interesting conversations.

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"I'm sorry to hear that."

Kirrahe had taken to casually leaning against the counter, briefly glancing down the hall at the other shoppers. Considering the nature of the topic, he felt it was better if there were no eavesdroppers. One could never be too cautious around these parts.

"That is fascinating, though. Eezo is rare. If it was possible to create a substitute with an unlimited supply, corporations would jump at the chance to manufacture it. Assuming you'd be able to get a hold of those materials, anyway. It could make you a fortune."

With a shrug he added, "Or make you a target for assassination. I imagine a lot of investors wouldn't be too pleased about it."

While it didn't mean much to hear it now, Kengo had still appreciated the kind words. It made him realize how hard it was to come across something like that in the world he was in.

"I haven't had a chance to work with it yet. This job is less about my own survival and more about being able to have enough money for my research. There are things I want to see if I can recreate using it, until I have access to my own tools again." Whether or not he would end up going home, but Kengo still didn't consider 'home' an option anymore.

He kept his hands on the counter, picking nervously at the surface. "This place is a lot different from where I came from. Earth was fairly calm, aside from what my friends and I were dealing with." ... had he ever called him his friends before? He wasn't sure. "It's good to know humanity makes it this far."

Those words brought the first familiar ping of what Kengo had referred to as his 'white noise' -- the feeling in the background his entire life that had completely disappeared since arriving on Omega. It was as though, for a moment, he'd gone back to normal. Kengo turned his head away and let out a breath, still unsure of exactly what it meant.

Kirrahe didn't miss the nervous picking. Similarities in body language seemed to be pretty common among most species. He wouldn't mention it, there was no need to make this human feel self conscious or something.

"I can only imagine how much of a shock it must have been, arriving here from your time. I'm impressed, you seem to be adapting well. Especially considering- ...Well, I'm actually no good at guessing human ages, but you seem very young."

Kengo had been doing his fair share of research and questioning about the other races on Omega in the last week, mostly because he had figured by now that he wouldn't be going home any time soon. It wouldn't do any good to neglect his surroundings while hoping everything would go back to normal. He had an idea about Salarian life spans, thanks to the fact that he worked under one, but most of his knowledge so far was centered on Quarians after sharing a room with one for so long.

"At this point, there wouldn't be much left for me even if I could make it home. What I was fighting for would already be lost. I can either let it destroy me, or try force myself to push through it." Kengo cleared his throat at that, clearly embarrassed at having opened up so much. It was a habit he kept falling into, considering he had so few people to talk to. He'd gotten used to having friends. "Back home, I'm not considered an adult yet. I'm still fairly young."

(Sorry for the slow response, I was out of town for the weekend. D| )

"That's what I figured, though you certainly don't talk like an adolescent."

More like a scientist, perhaps even a soldier of some sort, though Kirrahe didn't want to start making assumptions so early. That, and he had a suspicion that it wasn't an entirely comfortable subject for this kid.

"Either way, it's far easier just to give up, by the sound of it you're not planning on dong so. That takes a great deal of courage and self discipline."

[NO PROBS BRO <3]

Well, Kengo was the top student in his school, coupled with the fact that he spent most of his life working on projects and studying and doing research. He was the type of person who didn't need a social life, though he'd been forced into having one for the last few months.

"Someone I've lost wouldn't want me to give up." Kengo left it at that, but it was clear from the few things he'd hinted at that he'd been through quite a lot, even though he was so young.

"I can understand that. Sometimes, that's all the motivation you need."

He wouldn't press the matter, that particular subject was always touchy.

Wanting to avoid creating more of an awkward atmosphere, Kengo pushed himself away from the counter. He messed with items in the near vicinity, but was intent on keeping most of his attention focused elsewhere. If he kept busy, then maybe it would make things a little less uncomfortable.

"Was there anything else you wanted to know?" It felt strange to just cut off the conversation like that. The other was still a customer as well, so Kengo had an obligation to be polite and helpful. Even if they weren't talking about the items he was trying to sell.

And that was that. Not wanting to push uncomfortable topics any further, Kirrahe scooted back to that kiosk to scroll through the goods.

"Can't say that there is. I'll take a look at your products and be on my way."

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