A. Sympathy for the Devil [Kristoph's interested in honing his dunamis to the extent of his abilities. It doesn't hurt to be prepared to defend oneself. After all, the world is a dangerous place. He's intrigued by some of the effects of dunamis he's seen that he hasn't yet been able to replicate.
For instance, growing things. Which is why Kristoph has been spending some time in the park, quite patiently, staring at the ground.
At long last, finally, slowly, a tiny shoot springs forth. Kristoph focuses, trying to feel as positive as possible, thinking of his well-behaved dog and his victories in court. The tiny plant unfurls leaves, forms a bud, and then blooms—into a withered, black flower with odd white markings that look just a little like a death's head. Kristoph sighs. Look, he tried.]
B. The Devil Is a Busy Man (GT0109) [Kristoph could use some extra income, and although this job doesn't pay particularly well, he finds a frost easy to maintain. A simple matter! That is, unless something disturbs his practiced composure...
But he won't consider that possibility. Why should he? So he settles in for an ice-making session. He's brought his dog along, and she sits patiently at his feet. He also brought a book along. A mind such as his needs more to occupy it than just making ice. He makes a pretty picture for now, professionally playing it cool.]
D. The Devil's Right Hand Absolutely not—!
[Kristoph loses his (famed) cool as the salesperson slips a ring onto his perfectly manicured finger without his consent. What use does he have for this impossibly tacky piece of jewelry? He always selects his accessories carefully, and he doesn't care to have them thrust upon them.]
I'd like to speak to your manager, please.
[He's about to attempt to remove the offending ring, when suddenly he feels something strange, like someone tugging on his ring. He frowns. If the situation escalates, he's going to be very unhappy.]
E. The Devil Went Down to Georgia [Kristoph + sewers—it's just a bad equation, any way you look at it. He's already sodden and miserable, and the temperature around him is rising as he starts to lose his cool.
What kind of city is this? The infrastructure is a shambles! The street simply gave way under his feet. That's appalling. And how is he supposed to get out, now?]
Have they no concern for public safety? This is obviously grounds for a lawsuit.
Kristoph Gavin | Ace Attorney
[Kristoph's interested in honing his dunamis to the extent of his abilities. It doesn't hurt to be prepared to defend oneself. After all, the world is a dangerous place. He's intrigued by some of the effects of dunamis he's seen that he hasn't yet been able to replicate.
For instance, growing things. Which is why Kristoph has been spending some time in the park, quite patiently, staring at the ground.
At long last, finally, slowly, a tiny shoot springs forth. Kristoph focuses, trying to feel as positive as possible, thinking of his well-behaved dog and his victories in court. The tiny plant unfurls leaves, forms a bud, and then blooms—into a withered, black flower with odd white markings that look just a little like a death's head. Kristoph sighs. Look, he tried.]
B. The Devil Is a Busy Man (GT0109)
[Kristoph could use some extra income, and although this job doesn't pay particularly well, he finds a frost easy to maintain. A simple matter! That is, unless something disturbs his practiced composure...
But he won't consider that possibility. Why should he? So he settles in for an ice-making session. He's brought his dog along, and she sits patiently at his feet. He also brought a book along. A mind such as his needs more to occupy it than just making ice. He makes a pretty picture for now, professionally playing it cool.]
D. The Devil's Right Hand
Absolutely not—!
[Kristoph loses his (famed) cool as the salesperson slips a ring onto his perfectly manicured finger without his consent. What use does he have for this impossibly tacky piece of jewelry? He always selects his accessories carefully, and he doesn't care to have them thrust upon them.]
I'd like to speak to your manager, please.
[He's about to attempt to remove the offending ring, when suddenly he feels something strange, like someone tugging on his ring. He frowns. If the situation escalates, he's going to be very unhappy.]
E. The Devil Went Down to Georgia
[Kristoph + sewers—it's just a bad equation, any way you look at it. He's already sodden and miserable, and the temperature around him is rising as he starts to lose his cool.
What kind of city is this? The infrastructure is a shambles! The street simply gave way under his feet. That's appalling. And how is he supposed to get out, now?]
Have they no concern for public safety? This is obviously grounds for a lawsuit.