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WHO: Arima Kishou and you!
WHERE: Nonah
WHEN: After the Import intro
WHAT: Getting settled and acclimated to the new world
WARNINGS: None!

City - Daytime

[ So Arima for the most part is just getting acclimated to the city and life in general. It’s all a very big shock to him and he is, of course, still wearing his same stoic expression as he wanders through the streets of Nonah. He doesn’t have a particular destination in mind of course but he does look lost in thought should you run into him. He’s never been to America before now that he’s thinking about it. It’s…quite similar and different in ways than Japan was.
Either way he’s just going to be window shopping and trying to not draw too much attention to himself, but it seems as if the locals are all too familiar with strange looking people being Imports?! So he might have a small crowd converging on him saying various things in a cacophony of sound: “Are you a new hero!? A villain? Please give us your autograph!”

Arima looks so done and it hasn’t even started. Please help him…]

City – Nighttime

[ Thankfully he’s escaped the mob, for now?! But there’s been something he’s been wondering for a while now. His powers…as any new import is prone to questioning, especially one that came from a world with a very deep lack of magic. So he is going to try them out but of course the only time to do such a thing is at night and probably in the safety of a wooded area like a park for instance. He’ll look like he’s concentrating as he holds out his hand for a second or two before there’s a flash of light and there resting in his hand will be his quinque IXA. He looks momentarily surprised before his expression goes right back to its usual stoic deadpan state. ]

I see. So they weren’t lying about it, huh? [ Good to know that’s how it works too. He'll try it a few more times, with various weapons ranging from quinques to regular looks katanas and other swords, for several minutes. Feel free to stop by for a show if you want. ]

Library

[ Where ever there is a library there is sure to be Arima, perusing its stacks and books quietly and thoughtfully. Most cities have large ones but Nonah’s isn’t anything of the sort. But that doesn’t deter him. But as with most places there’s just somethings you can’t do alone and that’s choose a book when there’s all these options. So if you’re nearby while he’s browsing he might shoot you a glance and ask a simple question. ]

Do you have any recommendations?

Network Post

[ There’s a message that will be sent to all Imports one day during the afternoon. ]

How many of you here come from a point in time where…you are no longer alive? Assuming that you’ve arrived dead and now aren’t…it’s a strange feeling to realize that you are now living for another purpose.

[ Though he does pause for a long moment before continuing. ]

How do you make a new life for yourself when you hadn't much freedom in your previous life? [ Does he even have a right to be alive right now, he wonders? ]

What do you do now that no longer have the same purpose for living that you did in your other world...

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[the huge cluster of people clogging the sidewalk means Manabu has to veer off into the street, swerving his bicycle to narrowly miss sideswiping one of the girls bouncing on her feet to get a look at the new sensation. being only human himself,

Manabu can't help but slow and squint to see what the big deal even is and sees...a very not pleased individual, looking kind of bogged down by the tide of attention. he grimaces, feeling a little guilty for participating even if it's just coincidentally on his way, and as he rides past, he slows to a stop, looking over his shoulder, wrestling with the thought of rescue.

after all, if it were him? he'd want to get out of there as soon as possible...

right.

well.]

Hey! There you are!

[just. pretend he's a friend, a crewmate. something to spur him to sound urgent and important. Manabu squeezes through people with some awkward apologies until he can sidle up to the newcomer and get a hold of him by the arm. he smiles brightly, his voice loud to impress the urgency to the rest of the crowd.]

You're late, you know! It's nice to meet new people, but you can do that when there's time. [he smiles apologetically to some judging eyes.] Sorry, everyone! Maybe later? Important ImPort business, you know?

[he gives the arm a gentle, encouraging tug, already starting to turn away as people start to back off.]

[ Arima is grateful for the sudden interjection, even if he doesn't know who this man is. Arima will at least catch on quickly about what exactly it is he's supposed to do here. He'll nod and turn towards the crowd who are now eyeing Manabu with some awe as well. Two heroes for the price of one and now they're both being summoned on important ImPort business?! Some people might let out sounds of dejection as they move aside to allow Arima to pass. ]

Of course. Sorry. [ He allows himself to be dragged until they're safely out of sight of the now dissipating crowd of people. ]

Thank you, for the assistance.

Haa, jeez... [in the clear, Manabu lets the arm go, sidestepping and turning to face the way they'd come, daring to peek over the corner before backing away.]

I forgot about the mobbing that happens now and again... [and with school out, it's probably worse now. add that weird convention on top of it and... yeesh.

he smiles apologetically over at the stoic stranger.] Are you alright? That was a bit crazy. You looked like you were going to get carried away...

[ Kaneki doesn't care for groups of people surrounding other imPorts. That happens all the time and he already has his own to deal with, so he can't be saving everyone he sees that can't say "no" or he would be a bit too busy all the time. In a way, it's good they are bothering whoever that is and not Ken.

But it feels well.. bad, to let the other person be surrounded. Kaneki doesn't like it when it happens to him and he knows not everyone is familiar with this sort of thing neither they know how to deal with it. eventually, he just sighs and decides to approach, so he can pretend he knows whoever that is and help them to get rid of the crowd.

- and he finally spots Arima.

Kaneki's eyes go wide, he freezes right there. Kaneki can't really move from his spot right now, not sure what to say or think or feel because of the turmoil of emotions hitting him like a train. he barely remembers how to breathe ]

A...Arima-san...

[ His own attention is being overwhelmed by the people around him. The noise and cacophony of sound makes it hard on him to parse things as well. Too many voices and loud noises for him to really hear what everyone else is saying all at once. It's the price he pays for having this disease and yet he'll glance up when he hears a familiar and yet haunting voice.

Kaneki is not someone he wanted to see right at this moment, nor does he think its fair towards the other to see him either. Not with how they parted and their last memories were of each other. Still he might move past the rowdy crowd of people, opting to even push them aside a little bit. ]

Kaneki... [ It's not really surprising to see him. But it is a bit surprising to see him here of all places. He does notice that the clamoring has stopped and he can actually think now without all that noise going on. Most of the people in the crowd were staring at them both now. Were they enemies or maybe friends?! What would be the outcome of this sudden development... ]

[ he really doesn't know what to say. Arima is there and this isn't something impossible to happen; in fact, it's quite possible. But Kaneki didn't think of this possibility because he refused to think about Arima and what happened, he refused to mourn him and refused to even imagine that the man would end up here, because Kaneki's heart was so broken that he wouldn't know how to handle thinking about it.

Seeing the man there is, however... just as painful if not more. Because there he is, Arima is alive, and the second the Porter sends him back he will be dead again. Kaneki, who barely said goodbye to this person is now looking at him after months. It's like the Porter enjoys Kaneki's suffering.

He looks back at the crowd for a second, just so he can gather his thoughts. Kaneki knows he can't make a scene there, and he won't. He won't cry in front of these strangers and he won't cry in front of Arima. He doesn't know from what time point Arima is from, and that means he could very well be from the time when he "killed" Kaneki. ]

Arima-san has just arrived, please let him be for a moment. [ the crowd might not be happy to hear that, but Kaneki's expression tells them he is pretty serious about this, so eventually they give up and starts moving away ]

[ Arima doesn't know of the inner turmoil that Kaneki's going through but it hits him when he suddenly realizes how the other is addressing him. He knows that if this was prior to their battle in V14 things would be different, but Kaneki is treating him in such a way that Arima can't help but know when he's from. As the crowd moves back he'll nod in thanks at them and Kaneki as well as he walks forward towards Kaneki. ]

We should talk, if you don't mind. [ Death hasn't changed much in his demeanor at least and Kaneki still gets that stoic stare as he awaits an answer. ]

[ When Arima actually comes closer, he goes silent for a moment. He has no idea what to tell the man, he has no idea what to even think as he approaches, but Kaneki is glad everyone else starts to give them room - or that they shut up.

He cna only nod softly and finally something comes to mind: ] My coffee shop is nearby. We can talk there. [ since it's a quiet place and usually doesn't have many clients around.

Kaneki glances at the man one last time before he starts walking, expecting Arima to follow. ]

I haven't died, but... I found what I liked about my old life and kept doing it. The Dead might not be much of a threat here, but there are other dangers to protect people from.

I see. A good way to put it I suppose.

[ What he did back home was kill and hunt ghouls and he's pretty sure there aren't many around these parts. ]

You...dealt with the dead?

Yes. They have a nasty habit of coming back in the Old Kingdom.

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