Glen
Above a forest in the land of dragons, would be a clear sky. It's relatively peaceful here, before something strange happens- A portal opens in the sky, similar to a black hole, before something comes shooting out at a high speed. Some kind of vehicle? And sitting atop it would be a figure clad in a lightly colored suit of armor.

As the figure nails the ground with a rough landing, a small crater is formed from the tip of the glider, the suited individual falling off and sliding against the ground. Though, the vehicle is undamaged, and the suit protects its wearer from harm.

So, a few moments later, the vehicle clicks and whirrs, returning back into its original form- a keyblade, before dissolving into a sword shaped collection of sparks, before vanishing entirely. The armor remains, though.

Then, the figure speaks in a males voice.

"Man.. I really need to work on my landing skills. And here i thought, it would be like landing a ship. Eugh."

So, he begins wandering through the forest, finding nothing of note aside from a few stray camping materials.
Arthur
*Meanwhile Eve slams into the ground with her mini Highwind and climbs out with a groan* "I swear to vodka, I am going to tear that old man a new one when I see him again. Who the hell makes inverted controls the fucking default?!" *The blonde sighs and takes a lollipop from her pocket and pops it into her mouth before reaching into the cockpit and pulling out a bottle of ale and downing it in one go*
Glen
By sheer, utter, coincidence, The armored boy would spot a ship slamming to the ground, causing an intrigued look under his helmet- As he then begins to sprint to the area he had seen the falling miniwind. 

Poor thing. He doesnt know he's about to meet a raging alcoholic.
Arthur
*Eve sighs as she sticks the empty bottle in the ship and stretches herself out a bit before looking around* "Gorgeous place. I like it. Always did feel like I could use a nice place to meditate. Too bad there's no beaches like back home. Not like I ever really got to *Enjoy* Said beaches at home but that doesn't change a thing."
Glen
Soon enough, the clanking of keyblade armor could be heard in the distance. After a minute, the armored boy is around a dozen feet away from eve, easily visible for the both of them.

He stares at the ship for a moment from under the helmet, before spotting eve- looking at her and calling out to grab her attention.

"Hey! Nice ship!"

Following this, he takes a few steps closer to hold a conversation.
Arthur
*Eve looks up at the armored guy and sighs* "Go figure. A Keyblade user. Would love to have one myself but I'm kinda fond of my gauntlets. I can use whatever I get my hands on but I prefer my hands. Now would you mind removing the armor? I'd rather not speak to some slab of metal."
Glen
*He tilts his head at the request in confusion, before the reasoning dawns on him and he nods.*

*He does a small hand movement by his hip, before the armor vanishes into sparks of light.*
Frank
*And, so, whats under the armor is revealed. Just some redheaded guy.*

"Right, Sorry. I've been having a lot of fun using it lately." That's a pretty immature response. "Though- its a bit rude to call it a slab of metal. It looks pretty cool, no?" He says this in a pretty upbeat tone.
Arthur
"It's a magically created chunk of metal that's too loud, too heavy and lacks proper maneuverability. Horrible for any strategy unless your strategy is to just sit there and take hits."
Frank
He mocks a gasp, placing his hand to his chest, feigning insult. "Untrue! I mean, sure, its loud, but its not THAT heavy. And i can move around fine in it."

Though, a moment later, he drops the act. "Anyways, it looks cool enough for me not to care. If i take hits, it'll be in style."

He then looks up for a moment, as if in thought, before returning to the conversation.

"Anyway," He waves his hand nonchalontly, "What are you doing in this world? Its pretty obvious you're an outsider like me."