one ☠ not your fault but mine
Characters: Kristoph Gavin and vatheon !
Location: Wandering around the middle district
Time: Morning
Style: I'll follow your lead!
Status: Open~
[ A figure stands in the middle of the city, arms crossed and a slight frown on his lips. From behind he might look familiar - there is someone else in the city with ridiculous hair like that, after all - but on closer inspection it's obvious that it's someone different. After a moment, he shifts and brushes some hair behind his ear before adjusting his glasses, the light flashing off them gently. ]
This is a rather nice change.
[ Of course anything is better than prison. Kristoph's mind is in overdrive; he's trying to deduce where he is without letting on to the fact that he hasn't really got a clue. It's an easy image for him to maintain: his arms remain crossed and a serene smile is plastered on his lips like armour.
First, and foremost, he needs to work out how he was removed from prison and placed here. If he can work that out then he can use those means to his advantage. Secondly, he needs to ascertain who is here; if it is someone who has evidence against him then they need to be dealt with. There can be no hesitation in that regard. Thirdly, though certainly not least important, he needs to find a way to make his escape. He will no longer be able to retain his place as a defence lawyer where people know his name, but elsewhere? There he can pick up the pieces and return to transforming the world to the side of absolute law.
None of this planning shows on his face, however. In fact, if anything he just looks innocently confused, a small frown marring his lips as he thinks things over. When he turns and spots a person, he offers them a soft, almost welcoming smile. ]
Ah, hello. Perhaps you would be able to tell me where I am?
Location: Wandering around the middle district
Time: Morning
Style: I'll follow your lead!
Status: Open~
[ A figure stands in the middle of the city, arms crossed and a slight frown on his lips. From behind he might look familiar - there is someone else in the city with ridiculous hair like that, after all - but on closer inspection it's obvious that it's someone different. After a moment, he shifts and brushes some hair behind his ear before adjusting his glasses, the light flashing off them gently. ]
This is a rather nice change.
[ Of course anything is better than prison. Kristoph's mind is in overdrive; he's trying to deduce where he is without letting on to the fact that he hasn't really got a clue. It's an easy image for him to maintain: his arms remain crossed and a serene smile is plastered on his lips like armour.
First, and foremost, he needs to work out how he was removed from prison and placed here. If he can work that out then he can use those means to his advantage. Secondly, he needs to ascertain who is here; if it is someone who has evidence against him then they need to be dealt with. There can be no hesitation in that regard. Thirdly, though certainly not least important, he needs to find a way to make his escape. He will no longer be able to retain his place as a defence lawyer where people know his name, but elsewhere? There he can pick up the pieces and return to transforming the world to the side of absolute law.
None of this planning shows on his face, however. In fact, if anything he just looks innocently confused, a small frown marring his lips as he thinks things over. When he turns and spots a person, he offers them a soft, almost welcoming smile. ]
Ah, hello. Perhaps you would be able to tell me where I am?