I'M FINE

“Umm, no. 

No 

no 

no 

NOOOOOOOO!

So the on going Ace Attorney joke when it comes to Apollo is that he is the ‘red demon’ because of his red suit and ‘horns’. SO. Here I present the unamused demon defense lawyer Apollo Justice. He’s really not happy about this let me tell you (don’t poke fun at him he has a mighty voice). Capping at 4 and making minis for you guys because work takes most of my braincells to write more. And here are some ideas that I have in mind that would be funny to be in.

GHOULISHLY GOOD GHOST HUNTING

Yeah someone probably thought it would be a good idea to drag Apollo into a haunted house to scare away the ghost.

OFIUCO’S MONSTER MASH

Honestly someone probably dragged him to a party to do party things.

MISTWOOD’S MERRY MAZE

   He’s confused. Of course he is. She wouldn’t have expected it any other way, but trying to explain and put the timeline together in a way that makes sense for him – and her, too – is starting to give her a headache. Those are questions that Athena has had for a long time, herself, never really piecing together an answer; it doesn’t make sense. Nothing makes sense, and where do you start with that?

   “Listen, um. Time here doesn’t… really work the same. They pick us out from all kinds of different times and places and you might be here one minute, then you’re gone.” Oh, this is definitely going to be difficult. She opens her mouth to speak regarding Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, but closes it just as quickly. “All the people I told you about - except Prosecutor Gavin, they’re not in the city anymore. And it’s not like they left. We can’t leave on our own. They just disappeared.”

   “Even I did, at one point. Or so they tell me. I don’t remember anything about it.” Huh – strange. They did give him his bracelet. Then again, on first arrival, she got a plastic necklace, a mockery of what Widget represents – maybe this is just a very good replica? ( Or the stars above are choosing favourites. ) “I don’t think we’re anywhere near Los Angeles anymore. Or Khura’in. Or, well, Earth. I have no idea where this is, but nothing really makes sense – you just kind of have to experience it for yourself.”

   Cotes is far from the ward she remembered and liked, but they haven’t changed the layout of the streets, at least; the cafe Athena has in mind is right where she remembers it. She keeps the door open for him to come in first, then comes in herself to pick a table for the two of them; the cafe’s warm ambiance envelops them in quiet chatter & the gentle fragrance of coffee, tea & other such drinks.

   “You can order whatever you want. It’s on me!” For a change. Now that she has an income and less of a reason to mooch off someone else’s generosity… “And you have to keep me up to date on what’s been going on at Khura’in. I can’t imagine being one of the only defense attorneys in the whole country!”

Okay... yeah, this is going to be difficult. Athena couldn’t have made it sound more confusing... but Apollo had to try and roll with it, not to try and think about any of this logically. After all, they were all drag to an unknown island out of no where. Like saying how aliens abducted them and put them on this island that isn’t even from their own world. Thinking about it like that... might make sense. Time travel? Sure, lets put that in the equation as well. 

So, aliens abducted them and put them on an island from different points in time, and can take them out when they want? There! That wasn’t so hard to try and accept. 

Oh who was he kidding.

But there’s no way Athena could come up with this elaborate story. Especially if she was in this situation before. Apollo’s face relaxes just a bit as she explain her own experience here. Albeit brief, but he rather have her stare at someone that wasn’t in the process of judging whatsoever. “Experience it myself? Easy for you to say. I just happen to get roped up in any and every odd situation, even when I’m not asking for it.” He sighs, fond of the memories of their own adventure, but who was even prepare for something like this?

Following Athena into the cafe, he takes a moment to appreciate the location. It really does seem like a relaxing place for Apollo to stop by once or twice. When his wallet lets him. He couldn’t help but let a small grin come over as Athena offer to pay for their drinks. “Wow, you paying? Who would have thought that the day would come and I see you’ve grown up. They really do grow up so fast.” Hey Apollo can be allow to tease once in a while. “But if you insist... I’m just going to get a regular cup of coffee. If I order anything else from here it might be too sweet to handle.” Not that regular coffee is better, but it keep him up. Now to answer her question... where to begin.

“Ja, baby, I move to my own rhythm.” The same old prosecutor, huh? Not so much. Not at all, actually. His words only traitor to the hole he felt burrowed inside of him from that series of cases, what was it? Years ago now. Still his mask was set firmly in place. Apollo wants to get down to business, and likely wanted to avoid any kind of touching reunion despite his joke.

There were a lot of different ways he had thought about them meeting again, some leaning farm more on flirtatious side than others, but it certainly wasn’t like this. But wasn’t Apollo’s blunt nature simply part of the attorney’s natural charms? Ah, to be smitten with someone so un-romantic as Apollo…Truly a tragedy written by the most sadistic of poets.

“As for odds, it seems like none. Not that I’m much of a gambling man myself. But based on what little I’ve seen of anyone else here, it’s pretty rare to know someone else so intimately as you and I know each other.” A hand on his hip, a brow raised suggestively. A perfect lead-in to Apollo’s next question, truly:

“You never were the best at spotting evidence, were you? Or have you always been so distracted by what’s in front of you that you forget to check the details?” Oh, he was enjoying this too much. “Where could you possibly learn who your roommates were?” It was right on the doorplate. “Not that I’m complaining that my mere presence distracted you from evidence gathering.”

The attorney let out a low hum to the other’s comment. Moving by your own rhythm? Yeah, that really is something the one and only Klavier could actually pull off and make it look so easy. Must be nice to appear to have no care in the world. Only in appearance anyway. Well, he hasn’t moved anything that might warrant something else, something that Apollo would easily catch with just a glance. Well that will come up another time.

Seriously was it a blessing or curse to have the prosecutor here. It’s almost as if they were back at their usual talk in the court house, having Klavier say something that would nearly get under Apollo’s skin, and himself trying to even deal with it in the most Apollo way he could. “What are you even talking about. We only know one another from the court house and the other times I was force to go out. Thanks to Trucy no less.” Where is Trucy when you need her. Right now, he would rather have her use some magic trick to make him disappear after hearing Klavier point out the obvious details he clearly miss. Evidence that was right in front of him no less!

He wasn’t sure what had happened; first he had been taking a simple stroll, his flute tucked away up his sleeve. The next moment he had been distracted, which was unlike him, and in the process the flute had fallen out and onto the ground. However, when he had noticed it was missing, he was after progressing quite a bit and had to backtrack. 

Fortunately, when he returned to the place he had last had it, he noticed the instrument in someone’s hand. It seems a young man managed to find it, which caused him to let out a quiet sigh of relief.

“Oui; it belongs to me,” he said, smiling as his gaze remained on the flute in the other man’s hands. “I am not sure how I misplaced it, but I am happy it was found~”

Oddly dress guy... of course a flute would belong to someone like this, but he had seen stranger characters before. Maybe it is due to the fact that he had been acquainted with others with a much more odd nature that it doesn’t come off as a surprise. Though he’ll keep that thought to himself. For now it would be best to hand over the other’s flute, even though curiosity would get the better of him.

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Nommin Isle was the obvious choice out of all of them. Really now, what were two lawyers going to do with…Dinosaurs? Apparently dinosaurs were a thing. At least allegedly. No evidence, no dice, but…He wasn’t really going to be refuting the idea of dinosaurs, at least not out loud. He would, really, much rather just pretend like he hadn’t read that.

Turning to Apollo, he raised an eyebrow. “Free vacation, ja?” As much international travel as he had done, he couldn’t really remember the last actual vacation he had taken that wasn’t work. Looking down the list, he just saw tropical.

“Tell me Herr Forehead, when was the last time you relaxed?” He reached over the dining room table and poked the furrow already forming in the defense attorney’s brow as the other looked down at his phone.

“Not like we’ll have a similar experience once we go back home. What do you think? Nommin Isle seems the obvious choice.”

‘Why did I even agree to this?’ A question that has been circulating the defense attorney’s mind this whole time! It wasn’t as if he was forced, but there was no way he could come up with an excuse to pass this up. If he had his actual job then that would be the perfect one. Curse this place.

Maybe it was better to distract himself on his phone and find a way out of this little mess. Seriously the one time he would have like Mr. Wright to call him over to do some of his work would be perfect. The Prosecutor’s words barely reached him until his own forehead was poke to look up at him. The question finally registering before giving an answer. “What makes you assume I don’t relax? I have plenty of time to relax you know. I don’t have to tell you my schedule.” Which must mean that he doesn’t even remember when was the last time he was able to take a break before coming into this place.

@justiceoftruth·

Shuichi didn’t want to both a stranger, but everybody in this city was a stranger to him. He watched people pass him by, mumbling to himself, and playing with his fingers until at last he summoned up the nerve. 

Even he had a little bit of nerve. Maybe just one nerve inside of him. 

“Do you know where I can get a job?” 

Shuichi asked the well dressed stranger. Oh, that’s right eye contact. Shuichi raised his head, he had blue hair, and cobalt eyes. He was tall, and thin and looked desperately like he wanted to run away from the conversation. 

“I never graduated from high school. Well, actually I blew up my high school. But other than that, my only experience was working in a detective agency but I wasn’t a real detective per se…” Shuichi had a bad habit of mumbling to himself. There he went again. 

Still new to this place, there is only so much a young defense attorney could really do... and that is job hunting. He didn’t have the talents of Mr. Wright to create his own agency, or Dhurke’s for that matter. Maybe there’s some kind of place that could catch his attention and he could make some bit of money from it. If that was even possible.

Lost in his thoughts, he barely notice the teen approaching him with a question of his own. That was enough to bring Apollo out of his own worries and to the other here. “Ah...” He wish he could give an answer, eyes trained to the other as he notice his timid nature. It looked like it took a bit of courage to even start asking his question, but it seem like his ramble reminds him a bit of himself when he was nervous.

.... wait, did he say blow up his high school...?

   She wraps him in a hug so warm it seems as though it radiates the heat && fondness in the air, arms squeezing his back with extra effort – as though she could let him go and he’ll float away into the empty space surrounding the city. Some people stay and others flicker in and out of their existence in Spirale, coming back with no memory and leaving with just as little heads-up – despite her casual & annoyed-sounding greeting in hindsight, Athena is very, very glad to see him.

   “I’ll try my best,” She releases him, giving the street around them a once-over. There was a cafe in the vicinity, last she checked… “It’s strange. Would you ever say that nothing much has happened and there has been a lot at the same time? I don’t know where to begin. Coffee’s a great start for this – come with me.” 

   What Athena considers a ‘leisurely pace’ might be a touch too fast for Apollo, as usual, but she’s trying to keep it slow regardless. “I arrived a little over a year ago,” That’s the start. “–and I realized I couldn’t hear. I mean, my ears were fine, but I couldn’t hear people like I used to. And Widget was gone. I got him back after living here for some time and some of my hearing, but they’re not really the same anymore. I’ve heard others say they’ve had powers and things taken from them that they had to earn back. Ridiculous!”

   Her eyes lower to his wrist. He’s no exception, is he? ( She remembers his bracelet being of importance the same way she holds Widget close – the loss must hurt. ) Athena raises her hand in the air to count, one finger down for each name. “I met, uhm… Mr. Wright… Prosecutor Edgeworth… Prosecutor Sahdmadhi… Prosecutor Gavin… then there was another prosecutor…? We got a lot of prosecutors. I haven’t seen any of them lately. Have you?”

There is no way anyone would know how much Apollo actually misses these hugs. They were tight, and unbearable, but that’s what makes Athena herself. You’ll never hear it from him! Observing his coworker, he listens and tries to understand exactly what that was suppose to mean. Nothing happening, but so much has happened? Confusing the defense lawyer was not ideal, but he couldn’t hide the confusion over his face. “Everything what? I’m sorry... yeah, I don’t follow that line of thinking at all. You would think after everything, I would have gotten the gist of things.” It really did sound like a coffee break was in order.

Apollo kept up with his coworker’s pace, even in it seem she was going a bit slower then usual. Not that he would comment on it, the slow pace was nice for a change, but didn’t expect that to last so long, so maybe it’s best to enjoy the moment. As she began to tell her own tale about this place, way too many questions already came to mind. Was she here when he had stayed in the village? Did something happen when Mr. Wright and everyone else left to go home? What kind of year did he actually miss?!

Not to mention that the fact that she had Widget taken away from her, along with her unique skill to hear others. With that question, he place a hand over his bracelet, just wanting to confirm it was still on his wrist. “I... no. I didn’t hear anything like that happen to me. And I still have my bracelet with me. That doesn’t make any sense. Why did, whoever is running this place, decide to take your stuff away but leave me with mine? At least I haven’t had the chance to perceive if anyone was lying to me or not.” 

One mystery over another.

The tone seem to change as she mentioned everyone she had seen, all too familiar in Apollo’s own world. “Did you really!? I mean, I haven’t seen any of them, except Prosecutor Gavin. I must be the luckiest guy to have him as a roommate.” That last part was said in total sarcasm, but he didn’t mind having another familiar face around as well. “Other then that, it would just be you.” 

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