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[OOM: Some days are good, some days are bad, and some days you go shopping in a historical landmark.]

He enters the room backwards, both hands occupied with shopping bags and muttering something under his breath, so it takes him a moment for him to realize that he's not where he expected to be. When he does, he looks even more annoyed.

"Slack. What the hell is your bar doing in the men's room?"

...Needless to say, he gets no response.

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Shit. People are always backing in the damn door. What is he, some magnet for losers or some shit like that? Just 'cause he's wearin' geta on his feet, they think they can knock his ass over? And the guy's frickin' talkin' to himself like some crazy-ass crazyass. There's one thing he knows: this ain't no men's room.

"You gotta take a leak, do it over there." He nods to the bathroom off the bar. "Or go outside."

If it wasn't winter and snow out there, it's what he'd do.

And if the guy don't want that and decides they got to fight, he got his katana right here. Ain't no skin off his skinny ass some guy wants to mix it up.

He could do that with his damn eyes closed. Shit, he could do it with his damn eyes cut out.

Bathroom first. Talk later.

He returns after a few minutes, nodding to the other man.

By the time the other guy gets back, he's sittin' on the floor cross-legged, watching one of the wait-rats go by.

"Wonder if you could train 'em up for combat." What the shit: he done it with a beetle. He could do it with a rat, if there was some place for 'em to fight.

"Probably could, if there was something in it for 'em."

He's seen cage matches where stenches battled each other for food. Not long ago, he would have told you with certainty that rats are smarter than zombies, but now...he's not really sure.

(Of course, he hasn't met the Milliways waitrats yet.)

"Yeah."

He'd only do it if there was somethin' in it for him.

The rat doesn't pay him any damn attention. "Maybe not." This ain't Edo. What it is is boring. Maybe he'll go back to Japan, see if he could find some ass to kick, or some chick with big hooters he could afford.

"Name's Mugen." Seems like everyone here's real big on names; he draws that symbol he made up for his own name in the air.

"Riley."

He's a man of few words. ~~And facial expressions.~~

"You been here long?"

It ain't like he got a calendar or none of that shit; he got no damn idea how long it's been. He could guess, but he ain't gonna.

"Me, I come and go when I want." Sometimes he gets lazy and stays here. Sometimes he goes back out the door. Sometimes he hangs around but mostly he don't: ain't a lot for him here.

He don't get along real good with a lot of the people here. It ain't Japan. It ain't his place and it ain't his time.

The food's good, though.

"Yeah. I don't like to stay in one place for long."

"Like... you gotta keep movin'? How come? Shogunate on your ass too?"

If they were in some field someplace, he'd pick a blade of grass, stick it between his teeth, all casual and shit. Here on the floor, though, ain't nothin' like that to use like some prop or whatever they call it.

What the hell do you know; he ain't the only guy got someone after him.

Maybe.

This Riley guy ain't said yeah or no to his question yet.

He laughs, a short gruff noise that just barely sounds amused.

"Nothing like that. Just haven't found a place I can settle down yet."

Aww, shit: this Riley guy's a damn sucker.

It ain't no point askin' where he's from 'cause he don't know most places. But there's other shit he could ask, and he could tell from the way he looks he ain't from Japan. "What's in your bags?"

Yeah, he's curious. There's a lot of shit he ain't seen back home.

"Warm clothes, mostly. It's pretty damn cold back home."

There are a few other things, but there isn't much need for luxuries back on Dead Reckoning.

He can't help himself.

"...where's home?"

It ain't like he ever had one. Ryuukyuu ain't home. Edo ain't home. Damn Nagasaki ain't home. This place ain't home.

Maybe he just ain't found it yet.

He laughs that bark of a laugh again.

"Hard to say. Right now it's somewhere in Pennsylvania."

He's not really expecting the kid to know where that is. But hey, he asked.

"That ain't in Japan."

He's smart. Maybe he ain't book smart -- hell, he could barely read -- but he's smart anyhow. Otherwise, ain't no way he'd have made it all the way to nineteen.

"Nope."

He deliberately doesn't smile. Chances are it'd just make the other guy angry.

"Shit. Ain't no one here from Japan." Jin was, but he ain't been around in a long time. In fact, he kind of has a taste for some of them... what the hell are they called again? Castillo cakes, and he knows just where to go to get 'em.

Standing, he nods to this Riley guy. "Think I'll go back there." Shit, he's just a kid who ain't got no real idea how damn impossible it is that he could just open a door and wander back to wherever the hell he wants. So it's without a whole lot of thought that he turns and rests his hand on the doorknob -- they ain't got no damn doors like that where he's from -- then opens it and walks through.

He doesn't even look back. It might be bad manners, but it might also be self-preservation. With Mugen, it's hard to tell.

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