LeBlanc considered himself a creature of refined tastes. Sure, he would gladly have a romp with just about anything with a pulse, but in the end he often found himself terribly bored. This island was always too predictable at this point and he worried that without getting through that blasted door he might go profoundly mad with the weight of his own intellect.<br/><br/>Of course, as he walked down the stairs towards the door of the lighthouse he considered that perhaps thatâ€™s exactly what he needed. One needed to be a little insane to really grasp the hell of this place, and every day it was closer to being right in the palm of his hand. â€œOh, so very lovely to hear a voice besides mine and my reluctant roommateâ€™s big guy! Glad you made it safely. Not too much trouble, was it?â€ he called out as he continued down, finally rounding the staircase into view, slouched lazily with an ornate revolver tucked into his waistband.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™m your talking camera. Or, rather, I talked to you through the camera and happen to be a dragon.â€ LeBlanc added, standing in front of the large minotaur. The dragon was slouched but clearly not much shorter than the newcomer if he took the time to stand up straight. He plainly looked the large male over with a sly smirk. â€œI also havenâ€™t had the pleasure of a man I can look up to since I woke up. Thatâ€™s big points for you, stud. Come in, come in.â€ he waved, moving inside. â€œMind the gun, though; this place makes you a little paranoid. Given your size I can see why you went unmolested.â€<br/><br/>LeBlancâ€™s tail coiled lightly around the minotaurâ€™s leg with a mind of its â€œI hope Iâ€™m not being forward asking your name. If you remember it, anyway; some donâ€™t. I go by LeBlanc. Pleasure, stud.â€ the dragon explained with a seductive smile, offering his hand. â€œCare for the grand tour? Please donâ€™t startle my roommate; heâ€™s shy and doesnâ€™t take well to things that can squash him like a bug.â€<br/><br/>~~<br/><br/>Maccus found the young manâ€™s reasoning to be quite acceptable. â€œWell, yeah, he probably thought that.â€ he responded, leaving out that he had seen someone else since he woke up. Maybe the metal man had chased easier prey? Either way, a break was welcome.<br/><br/>â€œWe should go then. The bullets didnâ€™t hurt, really, just scared me. Tough hide.â€ He explained, thumping his bicep for emphasis. â€œBut that metal guy was out for blood. We shouldnâ€™t stick around. I doubt you can fly on your own; should I carry you?â€<br/><br/>~~<br/><br/>As Roxxie started to search the upstairs floor, Buyou stirred under the attentions of a newcomer. He coughed a little and squirmed upwards in bed. â€œWhat is your name? Iâ€™m Buyou, da?â€ he asked happily. He winced a bit at some muscle soreness. â€œAre you miss Roxxieâ€™s friend?â€ he asked after a second, looking around.<br/><br/>â€œDo you know where we are? Miss Roxxie came and found me, but I donâ€™t know how I got here, da? Head feels fuzzy.â€ he complained quietly. Buyou sniffed the air and smiled brightly. â€œIs someone cooking? I love cooking, da?â€