A. Start Up [Out of the people who have been milling (or stumbling) through this unfamiliar place, there's one that might stick out, a short young man in a bright red suit. He has a rusty crowbar in his hands that he's clinging onto for dear life, something that his sharp eyes happened to spot in the gloom of the garage, and he hasn't let go of it since.
Apollo had gone from opening his office on a cold, sunny morning in Khura'in to being here, and he was still reeling from the mental whiplash. He wanted to think this was all just a strange dream, but the solid metal that he's grasping sure felt real enough to make him doubt that theory. So was this a kidnapping? What sort of kidnapper would just dump him in a garage? And in a place that... didn't seem anywhere close to Khura'in at all. The forest was all wrong, and he hadn't yet seen any hints of mountains in the distance.
It's as Apollo is wandering around the convoy that he finds himself drawn to a particular car. It's a cherry red compact car, or will be once it's had a good wash to knock the dust off. It's in worse shape than many of the other cars around it - a couple windows are cracked and one is stuck half-open, there's a flat tire, and the front bumper is sagging. It would've been wiser to leave that one and go looking for another, but Apollo can't help but hover around it anyway.]
B. Bombadgy Bombardment [The sudden attack meant that everything exploded into chaos - but while the others might be facing off against the monsters, Apollo was the one that screamed and ran to the middle of the Convoy to hide among the cars. He might've technically been armed, but he also wasn't stupid enough to think that a crowbar would do anything to beasts that really did look like they emerged out of some crazy nightmare.
Instead, he runs right into a small group of... fat raccoons without fur? Several of them have started to go after the cars and motorcycles, scratching at the paint, with one wiggling its way into a car that had left its door ajar.]
H-HEY! Get away from there!
[Apollo's shouting startles a couple of the creatures away, but they don't back off from the cars entirely. Already dealing with a rush of adrenaline from the attack, he does the one thing that makes the most sense to someone already carrying a makeshift weapon - he swipes his crowbar at the bombadgys, not trying to directly hit any, but just get them to scatter.
While a couple of them do run off, the bombadgy closest to him has quailed and ended up frozen in place. The next swing Apollo makes comes inches from its nose, but the creature doesn't do what he expects it to. It explodes only seconds later, making plenty of noise should anyone be paying attention to the Convoy instead of focusing on the monsters.]
C. Camp [Someone might be a little grumpy after witnessing a bunch of nightmare creatures and having a raccoon explode in his face.
Apollo is perched in an old plastic chair that someone had hauled over earlier from one of the buildings, and there's a few more unoccupied ones next to him. While he's managed to clean himself up, his hair's mussed up and his antennae are drooping, a couple of suspicious stains left on his vest and shirt that he doesn't have the means (or energy) to deal with at the moment.]
Saying we need to go to Nirvana is... I don't know, a little ominous? But anywhere is better than here. It'd be better if we could leave now, before more of those nasty things show up.
Apollo Justice | Ace Attorney
[Out of the people who have been milling (or stumbling) through this unfamiliar place, there's one that might stick out, a short young man in a bright red suit. He has a rusty crowbar in his hands that he's clinging onto for dear life, something that his sharp eyes happened to spot in the gloom of the garage, and he hasn't let go of it since.
Apollo had gone from opening his office on a cold, sunny morning in Khura'in to being here, and he was still reeling from the mental whiplash. He wanted to think this was all just a strange dream, but the solid metal that he's grasping sure felt real enough to make him doubt that theory. So was this a kidnapping? What sort of kidnapper would just dump him in a garage? And in a place that... didn't seem anywhere close to Khura'in at all. The forest was all wrong, and he hadn't yet seen any hints of mountains in the distance.
It's as Apollo is wandering around the convoy that he finds himself drawn to a particular car. It's a cherry red compact car, or will be once it's had a good wash to knock the dust off. It's in worse shape than many of the other cars around it - a couple windows are cracked and one is stuck half-open, there's a flat tire, and the front bumper is sagging. It would've been wiser to leave that one and go looking for another, but Apollo can't help but hover around it anyway.]
B. Bombadgy Bombardment
[The sudden attack meant that everything exploded into chaos - but while the others might be facing off against the monsters, Apollo was the one that screamed and ran to the middle of the Convoy to hide among the cars. He might've technically been armed, but he also wasn't stupid enough to think that a crowbar would do anything to beasts that really did look like they emerged out of some crazy nightmare.
Instead, he runs right into a small group of... fat raccoons without fur? Several of them have started to go after the cars and motorcycles, scratching at the paint, with one wiggling its way into a car that had left its door ajar.]
H-HEY! Get away from there!
[Apollo's shouting startles a couple of the creatures away, but they don't back off from the cars entirely. Already dealing with a rush of adrenaline from the attack, he does the one thing that makes the most sense to someone already carrying a makeshift weapon - he swipes his crowbar at the bombadgys, not trying to directly hit any, but just get them to scatter.
While a couple of them do run off, the bombadgy closest to him has quailed and ended up frozen in place. The next swing Apollo makes comes inches from its nose, but the creature doesn't do what he expects it to. It explodes only seconds later, making plenty of noise should anyone be paying attention to the Convoy instead of focusing on the monsters.]
C. Camp
[Someone might be a little grumpy after witnessing a bunch of nightmare creatures and having a raccoon explode in his face.
Apollo is perched in an old plastic chair that someone had hauled over earlier from one of the buildings, and there's a few more unoccupied ones next to him. While he's managed to clean himself up, his hair's mussed up and his antennae are drooping, a couple of suspicious stains left on his vest and shirt that he doesn't have the means (or energy) to deal with at the moment.]
Saying we need to go to Nirvana is... I don't know, a little ominous? But anywhere is better than here. It'd be better if we could leave now, before more of those nasty things show up.