07-12-2018, 02:31 PM
ryuusaki could see from a little ways off that he managed to garner the attention of a stranger. as the appeared closer over the horizon, the japanese canine squinted to get a better look (not that it really helped, anyways) and decided that he was looking at some type of feline. he could tell from her uneven gait and the way she held herself that something was troubling her leg- and injury most obviously, and he watches her quietly as she comes closer. a snowshoe, a pretty little thing she was too. he was gathering himself to speak when the stranger, solveig, spoke first. however, her lips didn't move and yet he heard her voice in his head- smooth, honeyed and sugary sweet like plums. it's a nice voice to hear, soft and careful as it entered his mind. ryuu usually would have been offended at the intrusion of his mind, but he doesn't really care at this point. the relief is rolling off him in waves by now but he's still on guard, as told by the tautness in his shoulders and the fact that he never once moved his gaze from solveig's. "help..." comes his own voice, softer, withdrawn, "yes, i suppose i do need help." he remarks with an afterthought, head inclining just faintly to the side at her offer.
the doctor scrunches up his nose, not in offense, but rather in sheepishness and a smile graces his maw (even though he doesn't know why he smiled here) and he shook his head. he'd rather not let anyone touch him and if given the materials, he could patch himself up. he simply didn't have enough in the small white and red box he had strapped to his side. those scratches and bruises were small and insignificant, but he does admit it'd be best to get them washed and dressed as soon as possible. later, if this person was nice enough to let him stay. the woman welcomes him. the typhoon, this place was called then? he echoes it in wonderment, "the typhoon..." this was the odd place he had washed up on then. surely, there was more people- more people living on this island than this hurt woman here, right? yes, of course, here came another person now.
ryuu can know just from sparing a glance at the guy that he seemed bothered by his sudden appearance. he doesn't care about the other's feelings towards him, not really at least, until he speaks up with that blunt tone in his voice. the doctor narrows his eyes slightly in caesar's direction but he doesn't shoot back a retort but, instead, offers a quiet sigh. "does it look like i have a reason for being here? i didn't choose to wash up on this island, yūjin." he says idly, there isn't a tone of aggression in his voice and he just seemed tired. he falters for a moment after he speaks, shoulders quivering with his loss of blood. he looks to the nicer stranger, mumbling his name, "i'm ryuusaki... ryuusaki ikurusaba. i washed up here, and i don't remember anything as to how i ended up in the water in the first place. ma'am, could you help me?" he inquires and his expression is hopeful, if not pleading. if he played his cards right, maybe these people wouldn't try to sacrifice him to their gods or something. that'd be a nice change for once...
the doctor scrunches up his nose, not in offense, but rather in sheepishness and a smile graces his maw (even though he doesn't know why he smiled here) and he shook his head. he'd rather not let anyone touch him and if given the materials, he could patch himself up. he simply didn't have enough in the small white and red box he had strapped to his side. those scratches and bruises were small and insignificant, but he does admit it'd be best to get them washed and dressed as soon as possible. later, if this person was nice enough to let him stay. the woman welcomes him. the typhoon, this place was called then? he echoes it in wonderment, "the typhoon..." this was the odd place he had washed up on then. surely, there was more people- more people living on this island than this hurt woman here, right? yes, of course, here came another person now.
ryuu can know just from sparing a glance at the guy that he seemed bothered by his sudden appearance. he doesn't care about the other's feelings towards him, not really at least, until he speaks up with that blunt tone in his voice. the doctor narrows his eyes slightly in caesar's direction but he doesn't shoot back a retort but, instead, offers a quiet sigh. "does it look like i have a reason for being here? i didn't choose to wash up on this island, yūjin." he says idly, there isn't a tone of aggression in his voice and he just seemed tired. he falters for a moment after he speaks, shoulders quivering with his loss of blood. he looks to the nicer stranger, mumbling his name, "i'm ryuusaki... ryuusaki ikurusaba. i washed up here, and i don't remember anything as to how i ended up in the water in the first place. ma'am, could you help me?" he inquires and his expression is hopeful, if not pleading. if he played his cards right, maybe these people wouldn't try to sacrifice him to their gods or something. that'd be a nice change for once...