#eisigerverteidiger

The third night of the festival is upon them. He watches as the others head to the beach, his own lantern in hand. There are a few names he chooses to remember on a night like this, but for once, he feels so alone.

He doesn’t end up walking toward the beach; but instead, back toward his own apartment. Maybe it’s time to call it a night after all. But that’s when he spots him; someone else holding a lantern, sitting alone. Perhaps it’s the mood he’s in, or the spirit of the festival, but Klavier moves awkwardly toward the bench, clearing his throat.

“Is this seat taken? I saw you weren’t heading toward the beach, so...”

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Absolutely nothing about this place is making any sense--not his sudden appearance here, not the giant pit, nor the complete absence of the sensation of aura. Worse yet--Kite is far from getting his bearings, and already the unfamiliar situation has shown a hoop to jump through. Participate in this little mission, or face the implied consequence of death.

And in this state he’s in... Where he has lost the most crucial of his senses--the use of aura--he’s very vulnerable to a death threat, no matter how vague. It seems the answers to his innumerable questions will have to wait, for the time being. 

Kite lightens his expression as he looks around for others who have not yet rushed at the opportunity to team up with those they knew. Maybe they were like him in that regard, too--not a familiar face in sight.

There’s no reason to be picky--he can’t spot malice in his current state, and so he takes a calm approach. “Excuse me... If you’re having no luck finding someone you know, it may be most prudent if we simply formed a team together--it does not seem we’ve much time.”

Klavier walks along one of the abandoned streets, looking down the alleys in search of his dog. She slipped her collar during their walk, and he can’t find her anywhere. No matter how much he tries, she just doesn’t listen to him like she did for her previous owner.

He notices a small crowd of people ahead; maybe one of them has seen Vongole. It can’t hurt to try, anyway. He sees a few familiar faces, people he’s met in passing and people he’s seen while exploring. But his heart sinks as his eyes settle on one particular face.

Damn it.

He doesn’t want to talk to him. Honestly, his first instinct is to turn and walk in the other direction. But they lock eyes, and he stops. He looks at the other people Kristoph is talking to, and makes a decision. If anyone would recognize the dog, it’s him.

...and the least he can do is save those poor people from having to deal with his brother.

“Kristoph. I see you made it here.”

(Unfortunately.)

“I wish I could say it was a pleasure, but I have business. Have you seen a dog around here? You know what she looks like. Vongole slipped her collar again.”

Dropped!

Welcome, Kristoph from Ace Attorney!

You’ll be staying in CONDO 415!

You’ll retain everything from your previous stay!

Enjoy your stay!

Dropped!

[txt]: Bro. Listen. What do you mean I can’t bring my guitar to court?

[txt]: It would look so cool!