#STARTERS / Kim Kitsuragi

[quillheel]

a tension pulls at the air, weighted with the smell of chestnut-scented smoke and cold, stagnant wind, as Kitsuragi was viscerally aware of attention on him. the roads are lovingly iced in the early morning, world slowly coming alive from the night prior, and already beginning to discolor in the dust & the sunlight. Nothing stays perfect forever. the Lieutenant speaks finally, back turned but conscious, attentive. specific in his posture to perhaps look bigger than he was, calm & prepared for what the day might hold. ( Show me your cards, I'll show you mine. ) ━ " ... If you have something to say, say it. "

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

MICROGRID GENERATOR - This old cylindrical generator waits with its fuel cap open. Makeshift electrical wiring runs out of its side and across the floor.

Pour fuel into the tank.

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant assists you, holding the canister up to the fuel tank as you tilt. Dark brown viscous fluid pours out and the room fills with a chemical smell.

Item lost: LUM Fuel canister

MICROGRID GENERATOR - There's a red starter switch on the side of the cylinder and a start rope on the other side -- the lieutenant flicks the switch.

Pull the rope.

MICROGRID GENERATOR - The recoil start wakes the old generator up. The machine sputters like an old war horse before settling down to a rattle.

KIM KITSURAGI - "That should do it."

Task complete: Find fuel for the generator

+10 XP

Oh, right, we had a skill point I forgot. I'm putting into Perception. For lack of anything better to do I'm just trying to get all of the skill colored in now.

FELD "INSULAR" CONSOLE - A dim golden glow animates the console. Faint, like a ghost-light. 'Urgence -- Ouvert!' reads one dial key. 'Allumer', reads another.

KIM KITSURAGI - "It's on..." He smiles. "Turn: Emergency -- Open!"

INTERACING [Medium: Success] - Automatic boot.

3. Push: 'Light (Interior)'.

FELD "INSULAR" CONSOLE - The lighting in the room turns on with a sizzle. A dim, ambient orange.

4. Slide: 'Radio' dial.

FELD "INSULAR" CONSOLE - The dial slides under the dusty glass, dark and silent despite the power being on. You make out defunct stations on the UKV frequency. The words "FELD INSULAR" are written on the band.

2. Turn: 'Emergency -- Open!'

SMALL BLAST DOOR - The blast door opens with a series of clicks. A shaft of light appears, then widens, as the light shines in.

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - A sudden wave of anxiety makes your skin crawl.

SHIVERS [Legendary: Success] - No, it's more than that. There's something there, waiting.

KIM KITSURAGI - "After you." The lieutenant gestures at the opening.

Task complete: Open the blast door

+10 XP

"Before -- outside. When we were walking across the sand, I felt someone watching me."

"What's there?" (Point to the door.)

"I'm scared."

"Let's go." [Leave.]

KIM KITSURAGI - "So did I. Not back there, but... I've felt it since we came here."

2. "What's there?" (Point to the door.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "I don't know."

SHIVERS [Medium: Success] - A thin wisp of smoke rises from a charred black firepit... the wind picks up, then dies down again.

3. "I'm scared."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Don't be. I have a gun." He takes out his sidearm, checks the barrel, then holsters it again.

4. "I also have a gun."

KIM KITSURAGI - "I know. It was not easy to acquire."

5. "Let's go." [Leave.]

Walk slow. It might be dangerous...

Small white flowers blossom all around you...

A rubber dinghy. It's deflated, broken.

Hope in Work and Joy in Leisure

THE DESERTER - An old man wearing tracksuit trousers leans on the frame stock of his rifle. He gathers a big ball of spit in his mouth...

...then spits it out into the extinguished fire before him. He raises his black eyes, hooded by creased eyelids, to meet yours.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - Unclouded by cataracts -- his eyesight is sharp.

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - He's practically tearing up from spite. Hatred got the best of him a long time ago. This man hates everything.

"Are you the *fire-guy*?"

"You've retained your eyesight."

"Did you close the blast door?"

"Nice gun you got there."

"Sir, I need you to put down that gun so we can talk further. We're with the police." (Proceed.)

"I'm with the police. You can keep the gun, but keep it down. Not *one* move." (Proceed.)

"Sorry for disturbing you. Good bye."

THE DESERTER - "The what now?" He cups his ear. "I can't hear you."

"Did you recently tell two kids to put out their fire? Two twins."

"Nothing."

THE DESERTER - "I may have. All sorts of little rats have come sniffing around, trying to give up the position..."

+5 XP

Level up!

This (final?) level is going into Esprit De Corps.

SAVOIR FAIRE [Medium: Success] - The *position*? Sounds like a hiding place...

THE DESERTER - "Fire-guy..." He shakes his head. "Regressive bourgeoisie henchman. Can't even talk like a grown up."

2. "You've retained your eyesight."

THE DESERTER - "My eyesight?" He clears his throat. "Yes. Helps me see all the shit."

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - A shudder of disgust passes his right side. His left side remains motionless.

3. "Did you close the blast door?"

THE DESERTER - "I did," he breathes out with a wheeze. "And you opened it -- how?"

"I fuelled the generator. Then used the console."

"How did you know I was coming?"

THE DESERTER - "I should've burned that console down..." He shakes his head.

"How did you know I was coming?"

THE DESERTER - "Reactionary rock-and-roll music." He gestures north. "Playing on the water."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Told you we shouldn't play Sad FM."

"But you didn't say that, Kim."

"It was not rock-and-roll. It was Sad FM!"

"It was not reactionary. It was cool."

Say nothing.

KIM KITSURAGI - "I did."

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - We have entered a world where he said you shouldn't. It is the only world.

2. "It was not rock-and-roll. It was Sad FM!"

THE DESERTER - "Sad FM, huh? I always hated that station. Phlegmatic, counter-revolutionary dirges... Sadness is a mental illness, a weapon of the bourgeoisie."

"The fascists were right about rock-and-roll. It *is* degenerate... Hip-gyrating mental illness music."

4. "Nice gun you got there."

THE DESERTER - "It's not nice, it's a piece of shit." He shrugs. "But it gets the job done."

"Is that a Belle-Magrave?"

"What make of rifle is that, exactly?"

THE DESERTER - "It's a Triangong 4-46."

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] - Southeast Samaran-made. Exotic. Must be defunct too. No modern rifle manufacturer of that name springs to mind.

KIM KITSURAGI - "A Samaran rifle... How did you get hold of one?"

THE DESERTER - "It was sent to us by our brothers in the Hsin-Yao Commune. Military aid." He pats the rifle.

HAND/EYE COORDINATION [Medium: Success]- It has stayed true to him. He can still make it sing.

5. "The Hsin-Yao Commune?"

THE DESERTER - "You heard me. It's good now. Like chalk wiped from the board." His gaze turns inwards.

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Challenging: Success] - He's right. Almost no one remembers there was a third metastasis of the World Revolution, in the Safre Empire, extinguished in '06.

"It's not wiped from the board. *I* remember it."

Let it vanish.

THE DESERTER - "They wouldn't like hearing their name in your mouth. A damn dog..."

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - The time will come to win his trust, comrade. It is not now. You need to take care of the gun first.

6. "Your weapon has stayed true to you. Mine has stayed true to me too." (Put your hand on your belt.)

THE DESERTER - "Yes, I bet you've killed a lot of people with it..." His eyes narrow. "...you fascist *fuck*."

"Have you come to make me one of them?" His grip on the rifle tightens.

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - His right eye twitches -- with what? Fear? Rage?

KIM KITSURAGI - "We have *come* to ask you questions, nothing more." The lieutenant puts his hand on his holster.

"If you do not comply, we will take you in. Do you understand?"

Another spitball lands in the ashes. That's all the answer he gives.

HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - The danger levels here are hard to read. One moment he's a fire, the next -- a fire gone out.

[eusuchia]

ok the thing is. my normal jacket for this weather is my kim kitsuragi jacket. my worry is that if I wear it to tcaf people will take it as a conversation starter when I really would prefer not to have to talk to anybody in the utter sensory nightmare which is tcaf

[voltadcmar]

♥ this to get a starter of varying length from Kim Kitsuragi. Verse will be determined based on the muse - that being said, depending on how well (or not) I know your character, the starter will be more or less ‘open’ and ‘general’ as to keep possibilities open for wherever the interaction might go.

In case I have absolutely no idea, I will hit you up in IMs and we can talk about some very basic plotting.

EDIT: I will use Kim’s Detroit: Become Human Verse for D:BH muses - unless you ask me not to.

[peacheenie]

Been thinkin abt Disco Elysium ever since I played it for 7 hours straight the other night for the first time so... some moments that got to me :’) Gonna be one of those people and just post lots of images lol appologies.....

In those 7 hours I only got through the first day so no spoilers k thanks :)

:’))

pat pat pat....

this one below gives me nervous stim vibes v 

the mental illness, i have them....

Maybe Harrier SHOULD take up gardening :’)

Ah yes.... trans momence v

and last one heheheh he likes my high heels :o]

[replicantdeviancy]

        ┌               trepidaticn asked:                               “ looks like we’re walking from here. ” (Kim @ Connor?)                                                                                                                                  ┘

                             @trepidaticn​ || Resident Evil 2 Starters || Accepting

                  Hazelnut hues stared a long moment over the dashboard towards the pathway laid out before them, contemplating silently. It looked to be only a short walk towards their destination of the old Ford factory - the roadway towards it had been blocked off years ago by the city & never opened again, though apparently people still made their way out there from time to time. A call had come in alleging a body had been found, & the officer whom had gone out to investigate the call radioed in expressing suspected foul play. In an area sparse yet well known by gang members, junkies & hoodlums, someone had dropped a body. That was why Connor was there. However, his guest hadn’t yet stated his reasons for the interest in accompanying him. Either way, the young detective didn’t mind. Lieutenant Kitsuragi was intriguing & friendly company.

                  Connor shut the car off & unlatched his seatbelt, moving to exit the vehicle, though not before doublechecking the small collection of items attached to his well kept leather belt; side arm, flashlight, badge, extra magazine. He gathered his favored leather jacket from the back seat of the car as he offered his companion a little assuring smile.  ❝ I guess so, ❞   he replied & climbed out of the vehicle. The evening air was cool & smelled of dirt & aging urban decay, the thick scent of a dying city prevalent. It was something that reminded Connor of his younger years & he sighed a little with nostalgia as he slipped his jacket on over his pristine buttondown & tie, shielding his slender frame from the chilly night air. The door was shut & his flashlight retrieved, switched on. By the lights of rolling red & blue camped not far away in another site, he could tell they weren’t the first ones on scene by any means. Passingly, Connor wondered if Hank would be there, or any of his favorite CSI personnel.

                  He began making his way towards the factory, only stopping to look back over his shoulder at Kim & lock the car with a click of the remote.  ❝ Come on, this way. I’m sure they’re waiting for us, Lieutenant. ❞

[kimballmybeloved]

Begin ID - screenshots of Disco Elysium where Harry is drinking from a water bottle, then leaning forward slouched. The dialogue is as follows:

YOU - The water bottle is already at your lips, but instead of down your throat, the water dribbles along your chin as you are halted in momentum like a deer in the headlights.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Hold your horses, this water bottle touched another man’s lips just mere seconds before yours.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Easy: Success] - *Kim’s* lips, to be specific.

YOU - And how exactly does this justify my spilling water over myself like an underdeveloped toddler?

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Challenging: Success] - For starters, this is basically a kiss. You’ve kissed the lieutenant by drinking from his water bottle.

AUTHORITY [Medium: Success] - No, we’ve not. Sharing flasks is a common occurrence in friendly camaraderie and has no amorous bearing whatsoever.

YOU - So basically, it wasn’t a kiss and I’m getting ahead of myself here.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Challenging: Success] - Except it absolutely was. You should ask Kim about his opinion on the matter

KIM KITSURAGI - He is unfazed and his expression is a blank slate, as he watches your pathetic attempt to ingest a beverage, but you catch his eyebrow twitching ever so slightly.

COMPOSURE [Formidable: Failure] - Turns out you did actually get some water *into* your mouth, but it’s on its way to your lungs instead, so here comes the coughing.

YOU - Your body lurches forward as you attempt to free your trachea of water.

KIM KITSURAGI - In between your coughing fits, you can faintly register his hand patting your back now, aiding you in your recovery.

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - He finds your display of incompetence almost impressive.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Maybe next time you can skip the step with the bottle and just ask him to transfer the water directly to you, mouth to mouth?

YOU - Your struggle for air amplifies and you’re starting to feel light headed as you pass the incriminating bottle back to its rightful owner.

ENDURANCE [Legendary: Failure] - All you had to do was drink the damn water, you wuss.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - You should really think about whether or not this incident will affect your relationship to the lieutenant. If you don’t give it some thought you might make things awkward and nobody wants that.

YOU - I don’t think I could push this thought aside even if I wanted to. (Conclude.)

Thought gained: Indirect Kiss

+5xp: gained experience.  - end ID

HELLO HAS ANYONE SEEN THIS NEW SCENE FROM THE NEW ANNIVERSARY UPDATE?.?

[urodyne]

@espritdxcorps​ liked for a starter.

     𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒, kohl rimmed eyes scanning over him as he’d entered the room. The sun had set, the streets filling with a night time chill while most piled into the establishment as a means of warmth and entertainment. The room was filled with a white noise, a sort of comforting, monotonous tone of the regulars that would come and go as they pleased. He’d begun to learn their faces in the brief time he’d come to town, each Hardie Boy so distinct, but their names seemed to all blur together in his mind. No one holding any particular interest, faces in a sea of people that would one day come to pass.

     Yet there was one that stood out among the rest. It was the bright orange bomber jacket of the man beside him that had caught his eye since day one. Given any other situation, he may have referred to him as a pig- a badge- but after hours, and to stay on his good side- he’d refer to him by his real name. Kim Kitsuragi, a mouthful he couldn’t forget. 

     “Feel like I hardly see you around anymore- that partner of yours must keep you on your toes.” One elbow kept him propped against the bar, while hands skimmed over his pockets in search of something he couldn’t find.  “-You got a light?”

[espritdxcorps]

starter for @taaboh because he loves me so so much

Kim had been in the middle of doing the paperwork necessary to close his most recent case when an officer had approached him for another assignment. It wasn’t the most absurd story he’d ever heard; a confused civilian stranded, no idea where he is or even where he came from. Possibly because of Pale radiation. It’s not absurd, but also not a common occurrence. Or so he has been told. As a lieutenant he doesn’t usually have to deal with such menial tasks. The officer that came to him with this had looked apologetic enough about disturbing him that he let it slide without challenging it. Especially after said officer agreed to finish his paperwork for him to review when he returned to the station.

It’s after he’s parked his Coupris Kineema near the harbour’s cafe, where he’d been told they have been keeping the victim, then spots him through the large windows that he understands why they sent him to do a patrol officer’s job. Just from his appearance, and if he were generous to his colleagues, considering the large possibility of recent Pale travel, they had likely assumed this man to be from Seol. Well, Kim thinks, let’s hope they don’t expect me to speak Seolite. He sighs deeply. But nevertheless closes the door to his car with a satisfying thunk. Even from here he can tell the man seems bewildered. He’s here now, perhaps it’s for the best to handle this himself. And, while he would never show it, he would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t the least bit curious. 

The patch on his bomber jacket gives his status on the RCM away the moment he walks in. The officer that had remained on the scene quickly approaches and briefs him. It only takes a minute or two until the lieutenant relieves the officer of her duty and approaches the victim himself. His hands neatly folded behind his back.

“ Mister Yagami , was it ? “ He speaks with a French-Belgian accent, all rigid professionalism. “ I am Lieutenant Kim Kitsuragi from precinct fifty-seven . I was called in to assist you . “ He adjusts his glasses, then without having to glance down he unzips his jacket and produces a small blue notebook and a pencil from one of the inner pockets. “ I know you have already spoken to a few of my colleagues , but I must ask you to walk me through some of the basics regarding your situation again . “ He opens his notebook, thumbs through the pages for a second or two, then places his pencil down on an empty page. Ready to write. “ I know your memory isn’t reliable , but for the record could you state the personal details you do know about yourself ? Let’s start with your name , occupation , place and date of birth . Such things . It’s okay if you can’t remember them all . “ The officer had told him all of these. Takayuki Yagami had had a pack of business cards on him about some sort of detective agency that he seemed to be a part of. Kim’s questions are less about the information itself and more about assessing his mental state.

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

2. "So do I."

KIM KITSURAGI - "I agree, detective." The lieutenant looks to the sea. "Something is coming -- *trouble*. It will be a hard spring. I don't know what exactly, but..." He shakes his head.

KLAASJE (MISS ORANJE DISCO DANCER) - "Something is happening in this city." She nods -- a puff of smoke. "I can feel it. When I'm out here at night."

SHIVERS - Her thought trails off. The wind picks up again. Above her, a great cumulus cloud rises -- ready to fall down as precipitation. April will come, then May; a month, maybe two from now... you shudder. The feeling dissipates. The thought ends.

+5 XP

8. "Let's return to this later." [Leave.]

🎵 Red Rock Riviera

Since we have more money than we need at this point, we might as well clear out Siileng as well.

SIILENG - "You keep coming back. That's good, officer! Keep browsing those clothes, keep saving that economy!"

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - Save the economy? That sounds off.

"Save the economy? What are you talking about?"

SIILENG - "Haven't you heard, officer? We've got to be economically conscious. Recycle your cash, keep it in circulation! Don't buy new things! Buy eco!"

"This doesn't make any sense. Why exactly does the economy need saving?"

"Thanks for the advice, I'll try to be more economically conscious."

SIILENG - "Look around, officer! You see all these premium goods, just sitting there, *not* getting bought? We've got to keep the flow of goods moving!"

"Is this really the economy we want to leave to our children?"

"You're right. We've got to save Mother Economy!"

"But I don't have children. I think."

"It's just nature: Powerful economies expand, weak economies go extinct."

"This *economy* is really just a distraction from the cultural issues. You know -- *immigrants* and…"

"Look man, I just want to buy some clothes."

SIILENG - "Too bad, officer. Kids make it all worthwhile. Without kids, who's going to be around to enjoy the economy?" He points at the clothes. "Don't let me stop you. Open the box and browse a little!"

3. "I want to buy the windbreaker."

SIILENG - "Gotta prepare for springtime, right?" The street vendor seems pleased.

DYNAMIC WINDBREAKER "SURF"

+1 Composure: Keep your cool -1 Shivers: Weatherproof

This nylon windcheater is so dynamic; it wraps around you like a membrane. Equipped with a stowable hood, the backside of the garment is covered in sport- and summer-related text. It swishes softly as you walk.

We *could* buy the speakers, but since we already have the boombox, we won't need them.

SIILENG - "The shine on these sunglasses lasts a lifetime, officer! One hundred percent guaranteed!"

3. "I'll take those ugly glasses."

Item gained: Shades of Self-Destruction

SIILENG - "A good starter pair, officer! And when you're ready to upgrade, come back and see me!"

2. "I'll take those cool deep blue glasses."

SIILENG - "A man who knows his style," the street vendor nods. "Much respect."

2. "I'll take that Amphibian sports visor."

SIILENG - "Sporty *and* practical, officer! Good choice."

We've already seen this one, but we gave it to Acele. Luckily Siileng has plenty in stock.

2. [Leave for now.]

SHADES OF SELF-DESTRUCTION

+1 Electrochemistry: Wreck it, Jack -1 Logic: Suicidal ideations

These death-tinted shades come with an odd longing for self-destruction. They're ugly -- you don't even need a mirror to know this. Describing them is futile; better get a glass of wine.

SUGLASSES "SUB-INSULINDIC RENDEZVOUS"

-1 Perception: Sea monster's vision +1 Inland Empire: Sea monster's soul

The truth is, you can't really *see* very well through the darkened specs, but you feel truly *tender* in this newly-found deep sea plane. Two blue-tinted lenses sit in a bone-carved frame like they've always belonged there.

Nothing new from talking to Siileng or Roy, though.

We head out toward the village to begin working on our few remaining objectives.

🎵 Disco Elysium, Pt. 1

As we approach, though, you may notice something different.

Joyce is tying her boat to the pier here.

JOYCE MESSIER - "I'll just keep the Cor-de-Leite in the channel, if that's okay. It's too shallow near the pier..." She winds the mooring line around a post.

LILIENNE, THE NET PICKER - "Aye, ma'am... And it's a jetty, by the way."

"Of course. Jetty. I prefer a good jetty to a pier any day. Jet-jet-jetty..."

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - Something about the way she says it makes you want to sing.

"J-j-j-jettady-jetty."

"Hello, ma'am."

[Leave.]

JOYCE MESSIER - "Oh jetty, oh jetty...." she responds mournfully...

…then secures the mooring line. "It's good to see you here, detectives. I only just arrived myself."

KIM KITSURAGI - "What brings you here, madam?"

JOYCE MESSIER - "Nothing, really... I've had my eye on this jetty for weeks now. So I decided to investigate it personally. This cluster of buildings isn't on any of the official maps, as far as I can tell."

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - That -- and she's also keeping an eye on *you*.

"Have you been spying on us?"

"So how do you like it here?" (Look around.)

JOYCE MESSIER - "'Spying' has such a negative connotation. I did track your progress along the coast, however, and decided I would be better able to assist you from here..."

"Then there's the matter of that little scamp in old-lady clothes. She threatened to paint the Cor-de-Leite red. Like blood, you see. Well, I like it the way it is -- white."

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - What is this? Destruction of property? Hooliganism? Elder abuse?

"Sounds like Cindy the SKULL alright. Want me to book her?"

"That's just Cindy being Cindy. You can ignore her."

Leave it be.

JOYCE MESSIER - "It's just as well -- Lilienne and I are getting on much better. For one, she appreciates the concept of *rent*."

"So how do you like it here?" (Look around.)

JOYCE MESSIER - "Hmh... How *do* I like it?" She casts her gaze toward the village -- slush melting on the cinder blocks, construction work left half-finished ten years ago...

PERCEPTION (HEARING) [Easy: Success] - Water drips down eaves of eternite. The jetty below her feet creaks to the tune.

PERCEPTION (SMELL) [Medium: Success] - The smell of salt and dog shit in the background.

JOYCE MESSIER - "It's pornographically poor. The street has no name, all the men are dead or missing... and is that the carcass of a motor carriage over there?" She squints her eyes...

KIM KITSURAGI - "Fortunately for you, madam, the RCM is on the scene."

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - All right. Politics time. Let's *react*.

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - Real men, real politics, real thoughts in your head!

[voltadcmar]

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[voltadcmar]

@cyberlife-three​​ liked the starter call for Kim Kitsuragi

There is a hint of fascination written along his features as Kim slowly approaches the young man who probably has been waiting for him already - he is late, after all, two minutes late to be precise. The lieutenant usually does not make others wait - he prefers to be on time - but traffic had made it rather hard for him, as much as finding an appropriate parking spot had.

Well, Kitsuragi definitely has learned his lesson. He will get up even more early next time, make sure things are well-planned and organized, giving himself more time to drive along the busy streets of Detroit.

Taking a small breath through his slightly parted lips, Kim comes to a halt in front of the unknown one - Connor, his brain reminds him. Connor RK800, an Android. But not just any Android - a prototype. He is supposed to be different, to be better, to be... well, superior - and he also looks a lot more human in a way than others do.

It does make the lieutenant feel a little uneasy, not much, but there is something nagging at the back of his head. Chosing to swallow that feeling away, Kim promptly extends his hand in a polite gesture, offering the man to shake it should he even want to.

“Hello. You must be Connor, I assume? ---I’m lieutenant Kim Kitsuragi, Chicago Police. However, I do assume you already know that much.”

The Android-model got some features, after all - that’s all his superiors had told Kitsuragi back at the station. He’s quite curious to hear about them, in a way...

[voltadcmar]

@beeutifclmuses​ liked the starter call for Kim Kitsuragi

“---Excuse me, lieutenant.”

A slim figure - some would call him scrawny, even - steps up toward the much taller (and significantly wider) man currently sitting at what must be his personal desk, the name tag tells as much. Dark brown eyes flick along the surface of that sleek piece of furniture - taking in the sight of an empty donut box, a bonsai tree that looks more dead than alive at this point (Kitsuragi feels his heart clench at the sight), and some personal notes as well as pictures sticking to a nearby bulletin board.

He clears his throat then - allowing his own gaze to return to the man called ‘Lieutenant Hank Anderson’ as he folds his hands onto the small of his back, standing straight, almost formal in front of his new colleague.

“...I’m lieutenant Kim Kitsuragi, Chicago Police. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

A gloved hand slips away from his back once more then, after having rested there for probably a second and a half - stretching out toward the older man in a polite gesture.

[voltadcmar]

@redactar​ liked the starter call for Kim Kitsuragi

Kim is not one for bars, usually. He avoids them most of the time, only appearing whenever he is working on a case that requires him to collect information within such an ...establishment. It has happened in the past, of course, and he has seen his fair shade of dark figures trying to survive in a world that doesn’t make it easy for them in the first place.

It seems like that the man he is about to meet shares at least some of that sentiment - preferring to chose this bar as a meeting point rather than something a little less...

...No need to think about it. Kim pushes the thought away within his mind before it can even form into a full string of questions and conclusions, fumbling around in the pocket of his orange bomber jacket for a second or two before retrieving a single cigarette, placing it between his lips as he steps into the building, immediately able to notice the smell of alcohol and cigarettes lingering in the stuffy air.

Fuck, he has no idea what this man even looks like he is supposed to face. He’s got a name - Kennedy it is - but that’s basically all. Why? No idea. He did ask his superiors for more information about him, yet they had denied that request rather quickly without even giving the lieutenant a damn chance to explain himself.

A sigh escapes him as he pulls out a lighter, using it for his cigarette, inhaling some of the smoke as he makes his way over to the counter.