Narrowed eyes seemed to peer behind a nearby building, around the corner at two figures that had assembled there. Watching intently as a gloved hand grasped the stock of a strange black looking device, white lettering along the stock and grip of the device. "Interesting conversation... magic? Gods? What is all this..." He asked himself as he stared at the two, crouched and listening intently until they leaved the alleyway. "It seems they are leaving... maybe someone to help me along my course.." He once again muttered to himself, slowly pulling back the tab that chambered a bullet into the chamber of his MN-23 assault rifle, he would then take a breath. "And yet... if they are hostile... I'm on an unfamiliar world... with no way home... I hope they aren't bullet proof if that's the case."
Indeed Kyosuke was a lost man, having come from a different world, completely different from the worlds Michael and Tymah came from. Niihama was a grand world, the heart of the Taiyou Empire. Grand multi-layered cities, cities built atop cities, Vessels that could traverse the expanse of space, taking them world to world. Vast networks of roads linked the many cities of Niihama, and a grand Multi-level city covered half of the planet itself, Kyo's home was an art some would say, but it was also very dystopian, those that lived close to the bottom of the multi-leveled cities saw no sunlight, lived in fifth under a totalitarian and corrupt government. Kyosuke was part of the military, a naval officer, whom served on one of the starships that was headed to a Taiyou base. Kyosuke brought to this world by a series of events, from an unfortunate error in calculation for hyperspace, to the loss of power and subsequent crash, far beyond the reaches of even the most wayside outpost, Kyosuke was the only survivor of a ship of hundreds. He was running out of supplies, someone castaway from an advanced technological empire, to the equivalent of a desert island. No technology, and what little Kyosuke had on him would begin to fade, ammunition was most prudent to conserve, and that too would already start to fade from the long months of being marooned.
Kyosuke finally would have worked up the courage, standing on his feet he slowly came around the corner out into the street Tymah and Michael still in his line of sight. Slowly and surely, he would start to walk towards the pair, hand resting on the stock of his weapon. Kyosuke was still somewhat nervous, the tension evident, and playing upon his simple features, furrowed brows denoted confusion, perhaps. Continuing to approach, the tan-clad man would finally work up the courage to speak. "H... hello... I am... Kyosuke... but please.. call me Kyo." He said with a soft smile. "I have been... on my own for some time.. and have been looking for... someone to travel with.. it's been hard being by myself." Perhaps he should have bit his tongue. Perhaps he should have said nothing and continued on his way, once again muscles tensed, the weight of the strange black device shifted from his left, to his right, the barrel pointing towards the ground, but also their feet, Kyosuke watching, and waiting for a response, hostile or otherwise.
