Bargain Bin Personality

FROM: Rosa Cervantes TO: Klavier Gavin

[TXT] I can see your contact name, I know

Weird, but whatever.

[TXT] Fair enough I guess. Was there anything you needed or are you just bored enough to check in on me

Huh. That worked...better than he’d expected. Who knew accidentally being placed under his brother’s name would reap such rewards? Maybe Kristoph should start dressing like Klavier too...and wear contacts. Because the last time he’d gone without his glasses hadn’t been well, and he’s sure that despite his brother’s odd aversion of him, he’d still laugh over the memory. 

FROM: Klavier Gavin TO: Rosa Cervantes

[txt]: definitely the latter option.  [txt]: so how are you doing.  [txt]: that was some eclipse, right?  [txt]: did you hear any cool news lately 

FROM: Kristoph Gavin TO: Little Brother

FROM: Klavier Gavin TO: Rosa Cervantes

It wasn’t that Kristoph was actively seeking out Klavier...but he did want to know how his brother was doing. Kristoph had debated not going to work at all, and ultimately decided it was probably the better course of action. Instead, he’d do some holiday shopping and try to turn...whatever this was...back.

He pauses next to a music shop, wondering if he should get something for Klavier. It did seem that his brother had a new guitar already, since he’d played at the festival. Lost in thought, it takes him a solid moment to realize someone is saying his name. Or rather, the name they think he has. 

And it’s most unfortunate that the name he’s being called by is “Herr Wright.”

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Kristoph Gavin was having a horrible, terrible, no good, very bad day. And it just got worse. 

There was a list of people he didn’t want to see while he looked like Wright, and the top of that list was everyone else from his world, that terrifying woman that had a death wish for him, and probably any of his roommates. 

But of course, of course he ran into Wright. The one person Kristoph is having major doubts about even being able to possibly fool into believing that Kristoph is Wright. 

Great. Of all the people to run into it was her. The woman who was ready to kill him at the drop of a hat. Maybe he’s lucky he doesn’t look like himself. But she’s noticed him staring, and it..seems like she recognizes him? 

Dammit. 

There’s no way she realized he was Kristoph, right? She thought he was Wright--did she know Wright? Things were getting more troublesome by the minute. 

Just act casual, and maybe she’ll leave you alone. 

Wait, what was her name again? Rose? Rosa? Crap--

Kristoph’s attempting to stay calm in the ridiculous circumstances he’s now found himself in. Of all the things to happen around the holiday season, this was the worst thing he could possibly imagine. Probably. 

The point was he looked like someone else and not at all like himself, and to make matters worse he looked like Wright. This was in short: terrible.

And to make just about everything worse, one of his roommates (who definitely knows what he looks like, as he knows her) runs right into him in the hallway. 

“Uh...hi?” 

Oh god, now he even sounded like Wright. He had to attempt to fix the situation, somehow. 

It’s a little difficult for him to muster up the courage to completely kill the Shamblers, so he immobilizes them the best he can. He doesn’t know how much of their humanity they have left, so he’d rather avoid killing them if he can.

Hearing clapping, however, isn’t something he expected at all. He shifts on his heel to look towards the man, and presses his palms together for a second should he need to perform another transmutation quickly. 

The situation isn’t one he can relax in, and he tenses up slightly when he knocks a Shamblers’ head clean off. He knows people need to do what they need to do in a situation like this, but… “Yeah. I haven’t quite figured out how to deal with the Spectres yet.” He doesn’t seem to be injured, which will make protecting whoever else he can a little easier.

If he’s looking for his younger brother, too, that makes Edward slightly more willing to team up. “Sure, I could use a hand. These things are a bit of a pain in the ass to deal with.” But of course, Edward needs to drive the point home that he’s also in a hurry. “You better not slow me down.”

Kristoph can’t help but chuckle. This young man was quite irritable, wasn’t he? But he was strong, and that was all that would matter to Kristoph at the moment. And he can spare to share his knowledge. It will gain him trust, after all, and it’s not all that important in the long run. 

“I assure you, the last thing I would ever dream of doing is slowing you down.” 

He pulls a bottle from his pocket and hands it to Ed with a smile. 

“Here. It’s Holy Water, and rather effective at warding off the Spectres. I’ve found that it gets rid of them entirely, in all honesty.” 

And Kristoph doesn’t mind giving this bottle away. He has an infinite supply of it...for some odd reason. Every time he uses a bottle, a new one appears in its place. But at the moment, he’s not going to complain. 

Odd…? How so? Nick frowns; did Kristoph think he was in heaven or something? …If he ends up in the same place as Kristoph Gavin when he dies, Phoenix will take it to court.

“It seems we were all pulled here in the middle of something,” Nick shrugs. “I was beating Prosecutor Blackquill in court. I had just met my husband for lunch, and I took a wrong turn on the way back to the courtroom. Then suddenly I was here. Lucky for me Miles is here too, even though Truc-”

He stops. No way is he discussing his daughter with this creep. He clears his throat, continuing.

“I don’t think you should be disappointed in anything Klavier does. He’s a fine prosecutor and a good guy; he doesn’t take after you at all.”

Is Kristoph lying about what he remembers? Phoenix wouldn’t put it past him. On the other hand, Maya explained how time works here, and it’s possible he’s from a different point in time…

Nick puts his hands in his pocket, his hands brushing against something. His magatama… he meets Kristoph’s eyes. He remembers the last time he tried to use it with Kristoph; that would certainly be one way to tell if he’s telling the truth. But that cold despair he felt in those psyche-locks… he takes his hand out of his pocket. Maybe he can find a contradiction another way. He decides to use the tried and true Phoenix Wright method; press on enough of Kristoph’s statements until he finds a contradiction.

“You mentioned Apollo… what’s the last thing you remember about him? I’d be happy to fill you in on your protege’s law career.”

Ah, a test. Kristoph pushes up his glasses with one hand, taking a moment to smile to himself. If he mentions anything about Apollo’s escapades in court, that would mean Kristoph himself had been found guilty of Shadi Smith’s murder. Well, that simply wouldn’t do. And besides, without Mr. Justice here and his truth seeking bracelet, what could Wright really do? 

“The last thing I recall about Mr. Justice? Hmm...well, I can’t say for sure. I believe I sent him out to fetch coffee. I was in the middle of something before I was so rudely brought here. Just like you.” 

He gives Wright a pointed look. But that will come in a moment, after he’s proven his own innocence. 

“I have to admit that the thing that surprised me the most about you saying Mr. Justice helped you get your badge back is simply...he hasn’t even been in court yet. So you’ll excuse me for having my doubts.” 

At least Klavier had already had his courtroom debut. But Kristoph had given him the forged evidence and pinned it on Wright. That was one crime it was too late for Kristoph to pretend he wasn’t aware of. But then he’d have to start lying about his age. No, it wasn’t worth it to go that far. 

Kristoph has of course been doing his best in the city as a perfect upstanding citizen. He hasn’t murdered or blackmailed anyone in months! Klavier is a slow front, but he does believe he is making progress. Christmas will be an even better time for that. The two of them always did have their traditions...and Kristoph knows the perfect remedies to fixing their somewhat stilted brotherly relationship at the moment. 

He will need to do some Christmas shopping, though... He had plans to get Klavier a new guitar. But they were going to need a pickle...preferably one made glass. Kristoph shudders as he recalls the One Single Year they hadn’t been able to find theirs, and Klavier had opted to use a real pickle. 

They were never repeating that mistake.

Ah, a small child. He certainly seems to be an accomplished fighter, and Kristoph decides in a moment that if anything, he’s going to stick by this small child. You know. Just in case. 

After watching him dispatch with the enemies, Kristoph offers light applause. The boy turns to him with a confused face, but Kristoph offers his usual harmless smile. 

“You did a very good job handling those...shamblers, were they? I know how to handle the spectres, and I think that together we would make a better team than as individuals.” 

As if to prove his point, Kristoph picks up a metal pipe and cleanly knocks another shambler’s head clear off. He drops the pipe to the ground and dusts off his hands with a light shrug.

Kristoph is more than capable of handling himself, and he’s never really been one for helping others out of the goodness of his heart. And of course that’s exactly what he’s not doing when he happens across this girl. She seems to handle herself just fine, but Kristoph figures she won’t object when he expertly slams one of the zombies in the face with a tire iron he’d picked up earlier.

“Excuse me, have you seen my brother? He’s a young man who looks quite a lot like me, he may be accompanied by a girl with a bow and arrows.” 

My my my, how strange that they kept meeting like this. In all honesty, Kristoph has no fear of the dead, or the undead. He knows the weaknesses of these particular creatures, and so the Holy Water he’s currently carrying in his pocket, that he once thought so terribly useless, is a highly prized commodity. 

And that’s why he has such an awful smirk on his face as he runs into one certain Simon Blackquill.

Kite’s gaze is locked upon the ocean, watching the light from the lantern he had sent out to sea as its light danced with all the others. It’s only one, though he feels as though he should have mourned for thousands. He carries the responsibility for the situation he had been taken from upon his shoulders; its weight is unshakable. 

He finds Kristoph’s approach rather bold, and his statements bolder still. His gaze moves to the other man for a few moments as he speaks, and Kite idly wonders what the point of saying it really is. To garner sympathy? To get him to open up in turn? 

“Grief is a very personal thing,” he starts, silently wishing that Mika would wander back and save him from this conversation. “I find it strange that you wear it upon your sleeve.”

Kite’s eyes return their focus upon the sea and the glowing lights of the lanterns bobbing in its tranquil waves. They’ve all blended together now, and he can no longer pick out which one he had cast. 

“…I don’t know what you expect me to say. I’m sorry to hear that you had to experience that,” in truth he has no idea what that might be like. “I’m sure you did the best you could for your brother in the circumstances; there’s no need to regret it.”

Kristoph sighs lightly, a small smile on his face. What a prickly companion he’s found. But just because they were opposites didn’t mean they couldn’t get along; after all, look at him and Klavier! No, wait, maybe that wasn’t the best example.

“Forgive me for being so forward. I find it best to speak what’s on my mind when it’s relevant to a situation. After all, it’s obvious we’re both here because we lost someone. Though for some reason you struck me as the brotherly type; I simply wondered how similar we could be.”

Kristoph sets down the lantern, allowing the waves to carry it into the ocean, before he takes a step back and watches. Yes, things likely would have turned out very differently if their parents were still alive. Kristoph wonders if it would have been for the better...