>> Scene: Kyoto, Yamatai
Conveniently, FM showed up in a backalley and not in the middle of a crowd. Quickly, he restored his clothing to its normal state; from extremely light ceramic compsite plating and a flamboyant and unneccecary trenchcoat, to a nondescript black turtleneck and normal-looking jeans.
He was tall and wiry; rather pale, too. His hair was short, messy, and a strange dark grey; his face, unsutibly nonchalant for someone who had just survived what he had. More importantly than that was his eyes, however; within them a flat, almost glowing red iris lacking any other sort of detail.
Being sutible to blend in with the crowd of this world, he set off into the crowds and began observing.
The first thing he noticed was how...connected everything was. A being like him knew when everything was being controlled by a computer. Rather utopic, in his opinion. However, it made things harder for him - he wouldn't be able to blend in as well with a network that big watching him, and it was unlikely he could fool that network into providing things to him for free.
The second thing he noticed was how much telepathic traffic there was in the air. His body was sensitive to such things, and it was painful...he shuddered to imagine what would happen if it were used offensively.
The third thing he noticed was the catgirls. So many catgirls...hell, more catgirls than not-catgirls, would be his uneducated guess. Why there were so many, he couldn't know, but wherever this was, it wasn't Earth...for one thing, the sky was all wrong.
Observing the things around him as he walked, FM sought resources, sought living space...and most of all, sought adventure and companionship.
And those things usually came to him without much effort...
((OOC: Who is this guy? My first character, whose nature will be probed through roleplay here - but he is definately unapprovable, for a great many reasons, thus I perform roleplay in this forum! Let's see what can be done with this...))
