Can't see the jungle for the trees

[wright_idea]

Phoenix is having a hard time keeping it together right now, but he's making a valiant effort. Even through his fear, he can recognize that just sitting around doing nothing is a great way to get himself killed. So he's volunteered to map out some of the area, with some hope that they'll find a way out of this place soon enough

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[intothering]

Akihiko is following the other two, bringing up the rear, while trying to keep alert. Of course, this city boy is pretty jumpy at every snap of a twig.

It doesn't help that Mitsuru currently has the one Evoker they have between them. Since she has the improvised weapon, it makes sense, but he still feels vulnerable without access to Polydeuces.

"Do we have any idea what sort of enemies are around?" He calls it out as softly as he can and be sure that the other two will hear.

[1in_perfection]

"Only that they're the sort that make noise. And if we're very lucky, they make it before they attack, instead of using it to unnerve us." And Mitsuru is keeping one hand on the Evoker, while the other still has a tight grip on her improvised steel pipe-rapier.

She's also smart enough to keep her voice down; it helps keep it steady, calm, and hopefully unheard by anything large and dangerous in the wilderness.

[cantwinahand]

Kristoph follows too, out of amusing more than anything else. There's nothing more amusing than the potential to save someone he hates, to have Phoenix know that he is so deeply in his debt. He could have killed him back then, and he'll be damned if anyone but Kristoph Gavin murders Phoenix Wright.

Especially strange Nexus encounters. He knew it was a bad idea to come back. Oh, well. He jogs over and smiles at the others, his glasses gleaming opaquely. "We don't," he answers, "And as trite as it may sound, there may only be one way to find out."

[pyritewing]

There's something moving in the dark. Something wicked, something fast, and something metal. It's a vaguely golden color, for those that get even a remotest glance at it.

And a voice. A hollow, vaguely metallic parody of a familiar one. "Oh where, oh where has my plaaaymate gone~" And it's singing.

"Oh where, oh where can she beeeee~? Maaybe I can find sooo~meone else, oh, that'd be glee~" And there's a slightly unhinged sounding giggle echoing throughout the surrounding area.