[As Agnès would say, unacceptable. This situation is all so strange that he's half tempted to believe it's a dream. But then, who knew what was waiting once they passed through the Holy Pillar? Perhaps this strange town was there all along, and he simply passed through some sort of portal.
But that seems a bit unlikely. Moreover, Grandship is gone, his friends are nowhere to be seen. It's worrisome, to say the least, and to top it all off, these eccentric locals are handing him pamphlet after pamphlet.
He reads them, of course, though it's with a healthy hint of skepticism. Still, to his credit, he thanks them for their aid. Any ladies in the nearby area are treated to flattery and a dashing smile before he slips away, trying to evade the crowds just long enough to get a handle on the situation.
It's near the outskirts of town that he finally stops, leaning against a nearby building while he flips through a pamphlet.]
Changes, hm?
[He reaches into his pocket but, alas, his journal is nowhere to be found! His brow creases as he remembers this, and he tucks the booklet away.]
Of all the times to have misplaced my journal...
[Sigh. Seems he'll have to make a fresh start... again. Though at least this time he isn't suffering from another bout of amnesia.]
B;
[Once he's satisfied his curiosity, Ringabel prepares for his next move. Namely, investigation! It's a new town full of unfamiliar faces, and at the moment, he's on his own, without even his journal as a reference. But, rather than sulk, he's going to take matters into his own hands. The first step? Figuring out if the others made it. The lack of 'unacceptables' and 'mrgrgrs' doesn't bode well, but it's certainly worth a try.
Thus, he begins approaching people with a smile and a fairly cheery demeanor.]
Good evening! I hate to be a bother, but I've a few questions, if you'll humor me for a moment.
[The women, however, will get a slightly different greeting.]
My dear, I do hate to interrupt a woman as lovely as yourself, but I fear that I'm new to this land and in need of a little assistance. Just a quick question, nothing more, though if you aren't too busy, I would be honored to spend the evening by your side.
C;
[The woods are like a maze, but it wouldn't be the first time Ringabel has trawled through the woods. Why, he's traversed treacherous dungeons unscathed. Naturally, a bit of exploration was inevitable.
But he's not here for mere thrills. No, by some stroke of luck, he's managed to pick up a pad of paper and a pen and is currently attempting to make sense of the woods by creating a map. The problem is that he seems to have gone in a circle, and the sound of giggling sends a chill down his spine.]
Hmm... There must be some path I'm overlooking.
[ooc: Still a new muse, so pardon any rust. Canon review is ongoing.]
Ringabel | Bravely Default | OTA
[As Agnès would say, unacceptable. This situation is all so strange that he's half tempted to believe it's a dream. But then, who knew what was waiting once they passed through the Holy Pillar? Perhaps this strange town was there all along, and he simply passed through some sort of portal.
But that seems a bit unlikely. Moreover, Grandship is gone, his friends are nowhere to be seen. It's worrisome, to say the least, and to top it all off, these eccentric locals are handing him pamphlet after pamphlet.
He reads them, of course, though it's with a healthy hint of skepticism. Still, to his credit, he thanks them for their aid. Any ladies in the nearby area are treated to flattery and a dashing smile before he slips away, trying to evade the crowds just long enough to get a handle on the situation.
It's near the outskirts of town that he finally stops, leaning against a nearby building while he flips through a pamphlet.]
Changes, hm?
[He reaches into his pocket but, alas, his journal is nowhere to be found! His brow creases as he remembers this, and he tucks the booklet away.]
Of all the times to have misplaced my journal...
[Sigh. Seems he'll have to make a fresh start... again. Though at least this time he isn't suffering from another bout of amnesia.]
B;
[Once he's satisfied his curiosity, Ringabel prepares for his next move. Namely, investigation! It's a new town full of unfamiliar faces, and at the moment, he's on his own, without even his journal as a reference. But, rather than sulk, he's going to take matters into his own hands. The first step? Figuring out if the others made it. The lack of 'unacceptables' and 'mrgrgrs' doesn't bode well, but it's certainly worth a try.
Thus, he begins approaching people with a smile and a fairly cheery demeanor.]
Good evening! I hate to be a bother, but I've a few questions, if you'll humor me for a moment.
[The women, however, will get a slightly different greeting.]
My dear, I do hate to interrupt a woman as lovely as yourself, but I fear that I'm new to this land and in need of a little assistance. Just a quick question, nothing more, though if you aren't too busy, I would be honored to spend the evening by your side.
C;
[The woods are like a maze, but it wouldn't be the first time Ringabel has trawled through the woods. Why, he's traversed treacherous dungeons unscathed. Naturally, a bit of exploration was inevitable.
But he's not here for mere thrills. No, by some stroke of luck, he's managed to pick up a pad of paper and a pen and is currently attempting to make sense of the woods by creating a map. The problem is that he seems to have gone in a circle, and the sound of giggling sends a chill down his spine.]
Hmm... There must be some path I'm overlooking.
[ooc: Still a new muse, so pardon any rust. Canon review is ongoing.]