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Quint noticed the new guy, but was busy at the moment retorting Silver, the cat that the girls from Dark's bar loved.

"She may have asked you, furball.." She started at him blankly, "But I don't think I've seen you enough for you to make that statement. What have I done?"

Wandering down the beach, he smiles some, looking around blankly, as his mind was on other topics. He blinks some, then shakes his head, looking around. Raising an eyebrow, he sees Aonice and smiles some, walking towards them.

The shore along the beach ebbed and flowed as it usually did. However, there was a bit more flowing than ebbing this time. Slowly making its way towards the shore was a young man hanging to a wooden plank. He washed upon the shore, dressed in a blue ronin's yukata with the kanji "shi" painted in black on his back. He was waterlogged, with some seaweed sticking to his limbs. It looked like he had been through quite a bit.

A few moments after washing up on shore, he lifted his head up, finally awaking. He looked somewhar husky and muscular...almost the kind one would expect from a mountain priest or monk. His semi-long dark brown hair was matted to his head by the water, hiding some of his western features that were odd to see on someone dressed in Japanese clothing. He slowly stood up, rubbing his head, standing to a height of 5'6", not counting the geta that he was wearing, which had somehow stayed upon his feet during his washing ashore.

Enter Tenkai Matsumoto, known to some others as Matthew, and to many by another name.

After realizing he survived the boat crash, Matthew thought about the other unfortunate souls upon the ship he had taken. He was sailing to Rome to visit the Vatican, the place of his childhood memories. He turned to face the ocean, kneeling down in prayer for the lost souls of the ship he had taken. After finishing, he made another prayer like gesture, saying a quiet "Namuamidabutsu". He was a syncretist, a person who combined two different forms of spirituality. As such, he normally did this unless he was in a specific holy ground.

But where was he now? The young man looked about, turning his head, not very sure about what this island was. He scratched his head, wondering where to go now. It'd be a while before he could get in contact with anyone that could help him find a way off the island.

Rioushu nodded at the new guy and went under the counter for unknown reasons, he didn't need to to get access to the ice cream. Once he heard the new guy talk about Silver, he came back up with a sugar cone with a scoop of chocolate ice cream. "Sorry it took so long, fell asleep, it's too nice a day outside." Rioushu commented, opening the soda bottle with it aimed at the air above them.

A hollow thud echoed within Silver's head when Aonice's hand landed on his forehead. "Myah!" he yelped jumping back slightly and shaking his head. He had never been scolded before by anyone or, most of all, Aonice. He looked up at her with huge, watery eyes and ears draped to the side wondering what it was that he did wrong. "But, but..." he pined, "Silver was only trying to help Aonice-sama, myah. He doesn't want nothing to happen to her, myah."

((he has a dislike for any of the male gender. Says so in his bio. Not to mention that he has taken a few whacks at those who have gotten close to him))

Silver smiled happily and purred as his forehead was rubbed. Somehow, Aonice always seemed to put things into perspective for him despite that he'll believe almost anything he's told. "Silver just don't like bad people, myah," he said while resting his furry little head on her massively soft thigh, "he thinks a lot of people are bad people and wants them to stay away so no bad things can happen, myah. Silver sorry he's being bad, myah." Though Silver seemed to have calmed down and was his gentle self again, he still remained vigilant to the men, and Quint, around.

((Didn't know what to classify you as so I just put that instead))