[FLIPS IN HERE TO WILDCARD US SOME SIREN FIGHTING.
Which is to say - of course Matsui's been exploring, because no part of what either faction offers is particularly appealing to him and thus he has no incentive to focus on the Oracle or on helping one side over the other. Looking for information above all else has been his goal, since that could at least help other people here - and with that naturally comes poking around nosily and hoping he doesn't get bitten for his efforts.
...But, y'know, he's not really surprised when he's snared up by something sooner rather than later, piloted by some external force into a new space. He barely has the thought to be overtly concerned, disoriented as he is in those initial moments after snapping out of the haze. At the very least, even with a body distinctly too human to be comfortable, he's still a blade at heart. Even before his conscious mind catches up, he's already scanning the surroundings, taking everything in, doing a tactical sweep to understand the most immediate threats.
The fire, the ice, the door slamming shut - the slopes of treasure, glittering coldly. The Hourglass. The Siren herself, enormous and intimidating. And then, a snatch of something actually familiar--]
—Hayame.
[Somehow, there's always a touch of something melancholic to him. It's the look in his eyes, or the way he says things - even now is no exception, though the primary vibe is definitely Fight Incoming Probably™ and is accordingly tense. He's not exactly happy that there's another person stuck in this situation...]
05!
Which is to say - of course Matsui's been exploring, because no part of what either faction offers is particularly appealing to him and thus he has no incentive to focus on the Oracle or on helping one side over the other. Looking for information above all else has been his goal, since that could at least help other people here - and with that naturally comes poking around nosily and hoping he doesn't get bitten for his efforts.
...But, y'know, he's not really surprised when he's snared up by something sooner rather than later, piloted by some external force into a new space. He barely has the thought to be overtly concerned, disoriented as he is in those initial moments after snapping out of the haze. At the very least, even with a body distinctly too human to be comfortable, he's still a blade at heart. Even before his conscious mind catches up, he's already scanning the surroundings, taking everything in, doing a tactical sweep to understand the most immediate threats.
The fire, the ice, the door slamming shut - the slopes of treasure, glittering coldly. The Hourglass. The Siren herself, enormous and intimidating. And then, a snatch of something actually familiar--]
—Hayame.
[Somehow, there's always a touch of something melancholic to him. It's the look in his eyes, or the way he says things - even now is no exception, though the primary vibe is definitely Fight Incoming Probably™ and is accordingly tense. He's not exactly happy that there's another person stuck in this situation...]