[It's a long while into the recovery process within Nadril's walls before Ren is interested in interacting with anyone else. He's keeping his head up here, and accepting any offered assistance from the locals with a standard courteous air, but it's difficult to conceal the mood of something weighing down on him as he sips at his cider and lets himself slowly warm up. There's a shiver in his limbs that isn't born of cold and isn't letting up all that much even as he sits here - it's the bone-deep exhaustion of someone who just went through something of the likes they've never been exposed to before.
He's never been particularly physically able, but it's never been that relevant in his world. And yet in this one, in circumstances like this, there's a very real chance it could kill him if he leaves it like that.
It's...unfortunate, but something he'll probably have to set aside for later. It doesn't seem he was wrong in his judgement that they've awakened at a pivotal time, and that's a satisfying enough thought for now that he finally sets his drink aside to give a somewhat exaggerated stretch and flop backwards onto his seat, fiddling with the ear cuffs he'd been given.]
I hope it was worth the trip, but at this rate I'll be asleep the whole time we're here... [There's something of a pouty tone to his voice that's a bit at odds with the earlier gravity of his mood.]
--
[B: Images of Home]
[After a bit of welcome rest, Ren's curiosity gets the better of him, and he ventures out into the city to investigate what exactly it is they're dealing with here. Advanced technology is something he's unlikely to ever stop sticking his nose into, so the bugs hovering above the walkways quickly catch his attention - which, however unfortunately, also leaves him quite open to the bright flash of light when it comes.
Once he's rubbed the spots out of his vision, one of the bugs is already spitting a handful of photos at him, and Ren laughs a little as he manages to catch them out of the air.] I don't think you're going to get very good photos like--
[He makes the mistake of looking at the topmost photo on the stack, and stops abruptly. The image is of two men - one with side-spiked brown hair and a toned-down manner of dress who looks Ren's age, and a slightly younger one with blue hair that trails down to one side in front of his face - at what appears to be an evening party. The brunet seems to be in the middle of barbecuing up a storm, an unnecessarily intense look in his green eyes, while the other man watches on with an excitable, almost rapt expression on his face.
Ren's fingers have clenched tightly against the edges of the photo, but more noticeable is the downward twist to his mouth, subtle but borderlining venomous at the confrontation. He really isn't fond of being blindsided like this...
Of course, he corrects himself if someone else comes near, shoving the photos into his pocket with seeming carelessness and reigniting some vapid-sounding cheer into his voice as he flicks at one of the bug's wings.] It's a cute design for a robot, isn't it~?
--
[C: Dare or...Dare...?]
[Games, and especially games with high stakes, are much more Ren's speed, and though he's not as into the drinking buddies aspect of the tavern as some of his friends might have been, he's at least nursing a small glass as he observes dares being exchanged from the side of the bar. There's a curious, almost intent look in his eye, a sharp awareness of the potential for an entertaining challenge that stands at odds with the unaware obliviousness he's been trying to put off most of the time.
As an earlier dare-receiver stumbles back in from the frost, bright red and shivering yet clearly victorious, Ren gives a quiet laugh over his glass as he takes another sip.]
It's a shame there's not more of those kinds in here... [People taking their shirts off is interesting for about two seconds, but he'd much prefer some of those show of strength dares somewhere he doesn't have to freeze himself half to death to watch...]
--
[D: Spare Parts]
[Ren hasn't been in this place long enough to lay stakes for a side - he likes to actually know what he's doing that for before he makes any kind of decision. But the Natha saved some number of his friends, and he owes them for that more than he owes anything to Magda. As tempting as the prospect of information is, others will more than likely comb it out of the Nadril in their time here. He can pick up the whispers of it later on, but for now...if Thesa Station falls, so does anyone he has there, and that's far more important to him than a boring stirring of rebellion.
He's had very little choice but to be cautious in doing this, though, given how the trek here had been. He's taking advantage of the equipment provided by both the Natha and the Nadril to keep himself warm, though it's not going to stop the snow from blocking up exits or the roof from falling in if it wants to. For now, his main worry is his unfamiliarity with the technology as he crouches down to inspect another likely-looking but completely unidentifiable part of the ship.]
Hmm, I guess this looks important... [He's just going to wave down the nearest person who happens to be investigating at the same time, an oblivious curiosity in his tone.] Have you seen this before?
--
[E: Wildcard]
[[Ren will be only too happy to stick his nose into the various technologies of Nadril, so he can likely be found at Paws About Town, Central, the research and history facility, or the inn as well! Or feel free to contact me for other plans.]]
Ren Suzugamori | Cardfight!! Vanguard G
[It's a long while into the recovery process within Nadril's walls before Ren is interested in interacting with anyone else. He's keeping his head up here, and accepting any offered assistance from the locals with a standard courteous air, but it's difficult to conceal the mood of something weighing down on him as he sips at his cider and lets himself slowly warm up. There's a shiver in his limbs that isn't born of cold and isn't letting up all that much even as he sits here - it's the bone-deep exhaustion of someone who just went through something of the likes they've never been exposed to before.
He's never been particularly physically able, but it's never been that relevant in his world. And yet in this one, in circumstances like this, there's a very real chance it could kill him if he leaves it like that.
It's...unfortunate, but something he'll probably have to set aside for later. It doesn't seem he was wrong in his judgement that they've awakened at a pivotal time, and that's a satisfying enough thought for now that he finally sets his drink aside to give a somewhat exaggerated stretch and flop backwards onto his seat, fiddling with the ear cuffs he'd been given.]
I hope it was worth the trip, but at this rate I'll be asleep the whole time we're here... [There's something of a pouty tone to his voice that's a bit at odds with the earlier gravity of his mood.]
--
[B: Images of Home]
[After a bit of welcome rest, Ren's curiosity gets the better of him, and he ventures out into the city to investigate what exactly it is they're dealing with here. Advanced technology is something he's unlikely to ever stop sticking his nose into, so the bugs hovering above the walkways quickly catch his attention - which, however unfortunately, also leaves him quite open to the bright flash of light when it comes.
Once he's rubbed the spots out of his vision, one of the bugs is already spitting a handful of photos at him, and Ren laughs a little as he manages to catch them out of the air.] I don't think you're going to get very good photos like--
[He makes the mistake of looking at the topmost photo on the stack, and stops abruptly. The image is of two men - one with side-spiked brown hair and a toned-down manner of dress who looks Ren's age, and a slightly younger one with blue hair that trails down to one side in front of his face - at what appears to be an evening party. The brunet seems to be in the middle of barbecuing up a storm, an unnecessarily intense look in his green eyes, while the other man watches on with an excitable, almost rapt expression on his face.
Ren's fingers have clenched tightly against the edges of the photo, but more noticeable is the downward twist to his mouth, subtle but borderlining venomous at the confrontation. He really isn't fond of being blindsided like this...
Of course, he corrects himself if someone else comes near, shoving the photos into his pocket with seeming carelessness and reigniting some vapid-sounding cheer into his voice as he flicks at one of the bug's wings.] It's a cute design for a robot, isn't it~?
--
[C: Dare or...Dare...?]
[Games, and especially games with high stakes, are much more Ren's speed, and though he's not as into the drinking buddies aspect of the tavern as some of his friends might have been, he's at least nursing a small glass as he observes dares being exchanged from the side of the bar. There's a curious, almost intent look in his eye, a sharp awareness of the potential for an entertaining challenge that stands at odds with the unaware obliviousness he's been trying to put off most of the time.
As an earlier dare-receiver stumbles back in from the frost, bright red and shivering yet clearly victorious, Ren gives a quiet laugh over his glass as he takes another sip.]
It's a shame there's not more of those kinds in here... [People taking their shirts off is interesting for about two seconds, but he'd much prefer some of those show of strength dares somewhere he doesn't have to freeze himself half to death to watch...]
--
[D: Spare Parts]
[Ren hasn't been in this place long enough to lay stakes for a side - he likes to actually know what he's doing that for before he makes any kind of decision. But the Natha saved some number of his friends, and he owes them for that more than he owes anything to Magda. As tempting as the prospect of information is, others will more than likely comb it out of the Nadril in their time here. He can pick up the whispers of it later on, but for now...if Thesa Station falls, so does anyone he has there, and that's far more important to him than a boring stirring of rebellion.
He's had very little choice but to be cautious in doing this, though, given how the trek here had been. He's taking advantage of the equipment provided by both the Natha and the Nadril to keep himself warm, though it's not going to stop the snow from blocking up exits or the roof from falling in if it wants to. For now, his main worry is his unfamiliarity with the technology as he crouches down to inspect another likely-looking but completely unidentifiable part of the ship.]
Hmm, I guess this looks important... [He's just going to wave down the nearest person who happens to be investigating at the same time, an oblivious curiosity in his tone.] Have you seen this before?
--
[E: Wildcard]
[[Ren will be only too happy to stick his nose into the various technologies of Nadril, so he can likely be found at Paws About Town, Central, the research and history facility, or the inn as well! Or feel free to contact me for other plans.]]