#logicalsoldier

“Excuse me, sir...!”

His cry was likely to be ignored, dismissed as a simple call for help by a child. Especially given the man’s bearing, there was more than a small chance that his question would be brushed aside. Even so, he felt that he needed to make himself heard, and inquire nonetheless - the poster in his hand encouraged him greatly, so he knew he needed to take the plunge.

He struggled with the bowtie around his neck for perhaps the hundredth time. Phoenix should not have been moving around so much earlier, it had come undone. He pulled at it one more time, the horrible knot he had tied it into. Before finally giving up and calling out to Edgeworth.

Edgeworth must have been having a nice day before this too. Then suddenly Phoenix took center stage, bursting into the man’s office. He was wearing the same confident smile he always wore. Regardless of whether or not he had any actual reason to be confident. 

However, his shirt. That was new. He wanted to try a new outfit and had dug at the back of his closet. He was genuinely trying to impress Edgeworth this time. It was too bad, that in the end, Phoenix was still himself. 

     Interesting to watch as it may be, the looming street fight was really getting out of hand. A woman and a man, both fiery and frightening as humans can be, seemed to be having the time of their lives attempting to rip each other’s throats out. Why the argument had broken out, Uta had no idea, but to watch it play out was much more interesting than walking away. Especially interesting was the sound of amusement and encouragement from the brutal onlookers, who could likely start a fight on their own.

    But then, among the sadists in the crowd, Uta spotted one that he thought didn’t necessarily fit in the picture. He didn’t seem as unruly or as interested in the fight-to-the-death match in the center of the ring. So naturally, Uta stepped beside him and struck up a conversation. He himself wasn’t one to take as much raw enjoyment in these sorts of things either; his own interest was completely internal. Maybe this man worked in the same way.

    Then again, maybe he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The law had two sides, the defense and the prosecution, and Wocky had learned this all too well during his trial. The prosecution had never been in his favor, seeing as they had been the ones trying to get him jailed but well - that’s just how it was wasn’t it? They were just doing their job.

The man before him was a prosecutor, he knew that. He’d seen him on television before, his mother pointing out the ridiculous color of his suit and how despite how tacky it was, how it suited him. Wocky remembered poking fun at the man’s cravat. Who just wore tissues around their neck for fun?

Hands deep in his pockets, Wocky approached the prosecutor, tilting his head back to look at him once he was close enough.

     OK, he had no idea where he was. This seemed like a commercial sector or something like that. Honestly, Miles just wanted to go to his apartment and rest, but he had no idea where the hell he was. Everything was crowded and asking for information seemed impossible – everyone seemed busy and… weirdly distracted. 

      He tried to look around for someone, but then something caught his eye – a weird building that kind of looked like a courtroom. That kind of piqued Miles’ curiosity – was there law in this place? He was under the impression that it wasn’t, but huh, maybe there was something like that in here.

     Would probably help Spider-Man. But maybe he was a bit too distracted and not moving, since someone bumped into him, bringing him back to reality.

Phoenix smiled, elated for the first time in a long while for reasons he did not quite understand. He decided to enjoy the moment instead though, bumping the shoulder of the man next to him, enjoying the same atmosphere. 

So here he was at the ball, and he stuck out like a sore thumb. Everyone else seemed well dressed and according to the theme, but Phoenix Wright was just wearing his average every day blue suit. He didn’t really have any time to prepare, but he thought it would be a good idea to come here anyway. Even though now, he was thinking that it wasn’t probably a good idea.

He didn’t really know anyone dancing, and he was pretty much just quiet at where the drinks were. Sometimes, one person or another came by, but none really talked to him, probably just not even knowing he was there. He was pretty sure he was going to leave, but one man just appeared out of nowhere.