#venuzing

      It’s someone’s birth~day~!

      For once, the excitement he feels is genuine—while he hasn’t known YV for very long, he was the first person he met in Stella City! Heck, he even got a good idea for what to give him for his special day! It might come as a surprise as the other, but maybe he can see it as a thank you for welcoming him with such open arms.

@venuzing @worstbatter  ►

It didn’t take a genius to figure out this was a strange turn of events.

Phoenix was in his office, contemplative and confused. He did not have the clearest minds as of late, so it was safe to he felt a bit messed up. With his head foggy and hazed; he was troubled by both the physical pain of being hit over the head, as well as the mental troubles that came along with amnesia. 

The triangle had introduced himself as “Veeny” and somehow insisted that Phoenix was named “Ace”. What was it again? “Ace Attorney”? An odd name, but the name “Ace” sounded legit enough to be true. What else was he supposed to believe when no other names were mentioned? The absence of a wallet or anything identifying in his pocket wasn’t helping him with his identity crisis either.

A sigh escaped him as he tried figuring out this mess. It wasn’t like the other man in this room introduced himself either, so now he was just… a man. A dude. A batter dude? Something like that. Phoenix just tried to swerve around it somehow, even though he had already openly admitted to having amnesia.

What else was he supposed to do?! He didn’t know who he was himself, or these two weird people, and let’s not mention the case at hand he was supposed to be working on. Who was this client? Who got killed? What was he supposed to do as an attorney? F*ck?!

He felt stressed already at the idea of having to take on this case. Sure, the sheep said this triangle and man would help him, but what could he expect from them in terms of legal help? At this very moment, they were just playing a game of stupid uno. Like really, that was just asking for family war.

Moving back to the actual subject of this, Zoro squinted his eye, reading the flashy sign, “Venuz… Pa..trol?”  Wait.  Didn’t he know someone named ‘Venuz’?... Venuz…........... Venuz…......................................................................................................................   Well….. Whatever thought he was having, Zoro opted to erase it from his memory entirely.  It was better to decide something after seeing it after all.

Being able to enter with his swords-- security not even giving a warning or anything about leaving them at coat check (did this place have coat check?) or anything, was like the fresh sea air.  Finally.  This was his kind of establishment………. Minus the noise, but it was a minor setback-- he could have probably drank at home if he didn’t want any sound.

Making himself at home on a seat at the bar, it was painlessly easy to start The Tab™.  The sheep behind the counter didn’t seem to have the concern of if he could pay it at the end of the night or not, and neither did Zoro.  However, he couldn’t help but wonder one thing... Turning his attention back to the sheep behind the bar, “Who owns this place?”

@venuzing  @badbatter

Hajime had been beyond displeased when a sheep had knocked on his door to deliver a message to him three days ago. Being anything but fond of the sheep in Stella City, he had shooed it away after to have retrieved the slightly damp (ew) envelope. Nothing could have prepared him for the content the letter inside said envelope would read.

At first he had thought this to be an elaborate prank. Surely nothing in the letter could be true. He wasn’t all buddy-buddy with his boss and there were many things he didn’t know about him, but he couldn’t imagine YV... almost getting himself killed. 

Hajime had refused to believe anything in the letter, but even so he had gone to Shortbread Sickhouse to put his mind at ease. When a nurse had informed him that Mr Yung Venuz had indeed underdone surgery and was in a coma, a sensation all to familiar to him had come over him: despair. 

Two days in a row Hajime had gone to the hospital only to be told YV was still in a coma and he wasn’t allowed to be with him unless he was his family. Today would make Hajime’s third attempt and to his surprise he was given directions to the room YV was staying in. He exhaled a shaky breath before stepping inside and meeting a familiar face.  

Many things crossed Hajime’s mind as he approached his boss. First there was relieve to see YV save, then anger because he had put himself into a dangerous situation and finally acceptance-- no, more anger, actually. Hajime didn’t immediately voice his thoughts. Instead he made himself comfortable in the silence until he knew what to say.

“You lucky bastard,” Hajime finally told YV after he had finished debating with himself and his emotions. “Not to make this all about me, but you’ve got no idea what you put me through. No, actually, let’s make this about me. I feel like shit! If I started lecturing you now you wouldn’t hear the end of it. I’ll spare you that because above all else I’m happy to see you alive, but goddammit YV.”

It was then that Hajime noticed movement in the corner of his eye. He turned and was faced with an abnormally pale man. Wanting to be mindful of other patience, Hajime turned his volume down when he spoke once again.

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The feeble, thin walls of Moonpie Motel didn’t do a great job of isolating Lucina’s room from the outside world-- both physically, but especially aurally. She didn’t know how the other resident of the motel weren’t distracted by the twice-weekly party being hosted only a short walk away.

Lucina thought she should go see what the hubbub was about once and for all. Following the sounds of strange music was easy enough, and she was led to a big, soberly-designed building. Well, she would call it a sober design if it wasn’t for the strobing lights coming from the massive windows. She couldn’t quite see what was going on inside, but...it was weird. Was some sort of magic show happening? She had seen a few of those in the past, where magicians would cast fire, wind and electric spells to wow crowds.

Once the girl got inside...boy was she surprised at how crowded this was, especially considering the time. It seemed like a sort of party establishment, looking at how many people were dancing and drinking to some sort of beat resonating from everywhere at once.

Scanning the room for someone-- or something-- she would recognize, she spotted...a triangle. A...triangle? One that moved and seemed to work as bartender.

She recalled Nina telling her about someone like that. Everyday was another surprise in Stella City, huh. Lucina walked up to the counter, taking a free seat. The bar was much less crowded than the dance floor, which was a relief.

❝ i’ve got it. ❞ she claps her hands together to gain the attention of this... flying corn chip... and speaks as though she’s just discovered the truth behind some crime, like she’s some detective with inconceivable detective-ing skills.

❝ y’ve got to be another one of those weird personas. ❞ no doubt about it. the nose man always gave her real weird looking ones (like the slime...) so without a doubt this dorito looking thingy is another one of those funny ones!