A Russian Ookami, A Goat, and A Neko walk up to A Gate..

[Dust]

Before the half naked man could try anything, he could hear someone approaching him from a medium worth of distance. He noted now that his senses were still multiplied. That his hearing and sense of smell was strong as ever. He could hear cloven hooves beat the ground as something rapidly approached from his left. He remained where he was, and as he was. As if he was lost in thought and transfixed on his own hands. He noted, as he glanced back down at them, that they were covered in tiny little cuts as well.. He wondered how long he'd had working man hands.. With calluses on them, one specifically on the left side of his middle finger where he held a pencil at times, and several on the insides of his palm where he gripped the handle of his weapon of choice.

Well.. At the time, it wasn't a choice.. He had no choices up until this point. He was some stray the Russian picked up, fed, disciplined, abused at times, taken care of when he was wounded - most time reluctantly before he'd earned a place of his own, and turned into a solider for themselves to use however they see fit. Given his abilities.. They used him a lot. Even now he wasn't sure if it was out of some twisted form of respect - because he was a strong contractor - or out of disdain. As if they were trying to kill him and he just kept disappointing them.

When he realized he'd actually lost himself in thought, he looked up, only to see something out of a story book coming his way, and not at an alarming rate or in an attacking kind of way. He was just scrambling to close the distance between them before stopping, and dropping his upper half to catch his breath. It was an anthromophic creature of some kind.. It looked like a long eared goat. But Dust was neither a goat farmer, nor an animal expert. He also found it a bit amusing that he'd compare this guy to a story book character, seeing how he was an oboroten'.

Before Volk had time to speak first, he was greeted by the gasping humanoid. He decided to be quiet, and gather what he could from the situation before making any decisions on what to do. As much as his home world would like would like to label him as a 'lone wolf' he was not. Even more so now, when his head was working like normal. He could tell people he wasn't a loner. He could argue that he wanted companions and comrades. His payment was physical contact with another person! He needed someone else to be around. Though.. He did hope someone else came around if ever he was put in the position of needing someone for his payment. The goat man looked soft and acceptable for cuddling, but he didn't care to make use of him for his price.

As he was offered a hand to shake, he was suddenly aware of all the ways he could approach this. First most, logically he was stuck. There was no math to it, he'd default on just shaking the guys hand. It would be the first time since his change to contractor that he'd be offered a greeting at all. At least one that wasn't just a nod in his direction or a glare. In Japan, he'd take the hand and lightly bow as he treated the hand like a jewel. In Russia he was expected to take the man's hand and show the strength of his finer motor skills. Here.. What was the culture? He calculated unintentionally that he should try to be friendly and approachable. Which was strange to him.. Friendly and Approachable? A contractor? A monster? Then again.. This guy was outwardly different.

Dust grabbed the hand he had been offered, firmly but without the bone crushing force he was capable of, and shook it a good three times before letting go. At that point he had to decide how to introduce himself. "Hoshi Hokori, but Dust is easier to say." And remember. "Can't say I can help you.. With the confusion that is. I only just arrived as well, and only know what Omni told me." He said truthfully. He hasn't seen anyone else either. That is.. He hasn't seen anyone who has openly acknowledged him. There were some people walking around earlier, but the way they ignored him, he had half wondered if he wandered back to Earth. Back to his life as a weapon and nothing else. "I can't really say I care, either.. But I'm used to that." And being in the dark. "I decided doing something was more entertaining than just sitting there, and since the only other things around this place or those things on the horizon, thought that be a good place to start." He had no idea what was waiting for him out thee, but can't win Omni's favor if you just sit by the pool all day long.

His hand was his again by this time, so Ookami let it fall at his side. Since he was in athletic shorts, he had no pockets. And he didn't want to come off as intimidating, so he didn't cross his arms over his bare chest. The guy was more than a little toned, but not yet at the level of wondering if he had any brains left. Even so.. As a contractor he would have been guided by set rules. Here.. Where those restrictions have been cut away, he didn't know what would be going on in his head if it looked like a pea on a G.I. Joe action figure. His tone however, was friendly. His voice horse, but it did have some spine tingling gravel to it, that some women might even enjoy. But it was in no way a scary growl he worried would scare the guy off.