[To say that Phoenix is out of his element is perhaps a bit of an understatement. He's looking around a bit, looking a bit unsure about his bowl of cabbage soup. He cuts an irregular profile - spiked-back hair, ill-fitting... armor? And perhaps looking a bit more worried then you would expect from even the most fresh-faced adventurer.]
(Well, they say appearances aren't everything...)
[He's taking a bite, if he has a drink, it's something non-alcoholic - juice, perhaps, or even water. Well, at least it tastes good. He's looking around now at his fellow arrivals, feeling out of sorts. He's not really one to immediately broach the conversation unless he can catch someone who seems just as confused as he is.]
Excuse me... can you tell me where exactly we're supposed to start with this... uh, 'mission'?
2a
[After the first night, Phoenix has gotten his bearings a bit. But just a little bit. Which is to say, he's lost in the markets, probably perusing all the wares for offer and perhaps trying to keep a mental shopping list as he roams.]
(There's a lot of people here... someone has to have a lead on what we're supposed to be looking for?)
(Or at least, maybe there's something interesting in the stalls...)
[He's cutting the same profile as he did the night before - loosely-fitting armor, spiky hair, and the semblances of some blue... well, 'tunic' might be a word for it, but it might be closer to a suit.]
I don't know how much headway I'm going to make like this...
Phoenix Wright | Ace Attorney | Paladin
[To say that Phoenix is out of his element is perhaps a bit of an understatement. He's looking around a bit, looking a bit unsure about his bowl of cabbage soup. He cuts an irregular profile - spiked-back hair, ill-fitting... armor? And perhaps looking a bit more worried then you would expect from even the most fresh-faced adventurer.]
(Well, they say appearances aren't everything...)
[He's taking a bite, if he has a drink, it's something non-alcoholic - juice, perhaps, or even water. Well, at least it tastes good. He's looking around now at his fellow arrivals, feeling out of sorts. He's not really one to immediately broach the conversation unless he can catch someone who seems just as confused as he is.]
Excuse me... can you tell me where exactly we're supposed to start with this... uh, 'mission'?
2a
[After the first night, Phoenix has gotten his bearings a bit. But just a little bit. Which is to say, he's lost in the markets, probably perusing all the wares for offer and perhaps trying to keep a mental shopping list as he roams.]
(There's a lot of people here... someone has to have a lead on what we're supposed to be looking for?)
(Or at least, maybe there's something interesting in the stalls...)
[He's cutting the same profile as he did the night before - loosely-fitting armor, spiky hair, and the semblances of some blue... well, 'tunic' might be a word for it, but it might be closer to a suit.]
I don't know how much headway I'm going to make like this...
wildcard
[Surprise me!]