What is this place?
[ He leans against the large door at his back, idly thumbing the strange device in his hand.
The sun is wrong, at an odd angle, meaning that his flight took him away from Japan at the very least.
But there is an oddness in the air, and something tastes wrong. Smells wrong. He would have picked up on it even as a human. In a breath, he tries to will himself elsewhere, but it's like claws are in him. He gives it one more push before closing his eyes with a slightly exhausted breath.
He looks down at the device in his hands and, with tight lips, clicks it on.]
There are people here, right? I'd rather not be a bother just after arriving, but I don't seem to - [he looks around blankly at the yard] - to be able to leave.
The sun is wrong, at an odd angle, meaning that his flight took him away from Japan at the very least.
But there is an oddness in the air, and something tastes wrong. Smells wrong. He would have picked up on it even as a human. In a breath, he tries to will himself elsewhere, but it's like claws are in him. He gives it one more push before closing his eyes with a slightly exhausted breath.
He looks down at the device in his hands and, with tight lips, clicks it on.]
There are people here, right? I'd rather not be a bother just after arriving, but I don't seem to - [he looks around blankly at the yard] - to be able to leave.