phoenix wright w/ aod

Yamashina wasn’t left without an answer for the itching curiosity for a long time. In fact within a few seconds of his setting his foot just a bit closer it dashed right onto him. Yamashina himself survived the incident nearly unscathed but other wasn’t as fortunate. Yamashina didn’t see it clearly as he had closed his eyes the moment something had arised from the bush but it seemed the man had made quite a fall on his buttocks. 

Secretly Yamashina forgave him easily as he happened to be glad that wasn’t him. Once the confusion had settled his expression turned into rather passive one. It seemed the guy was a local hobo or something like that…. 

"….I should ask the same of you. ‘s okay though. Takes two to bump and all. "

" Just glad that wasn’t my ass. My condolences. "

But it wasn't like he knew that Yamashina in particular had accused him, of course, since he couldn't read minds. It was just that the face he wore was a little concerning, considering that it looked kind of confused and pitiful. 

Phoenix ignored it for the sake of being polite, since he didn't really want to make the other too uncomfortable. With a small smile, he accepted the other's hand up and dusted himself off when he stood up comfortably once more.

"It's alright, heh, it's not like I haven't experienced a few bad falls myself," he all of a sudden felt kind of guilty and hateful of himself for thinking about Hakuzara Temple once more, but he pushed it off once more.  "Phoenix Wright," he said before the silence would be labeled "awkward." He put his hand out one more time to shake.

All suspicions flew out the door when this guy talked to him like he was three itty bitty human years. Well, only an idiot would treat someone like that. Idiots usually didn’t kill, mostly cause they never thought about it. Karkat gave a harsh glare to Phoenix.

"...What are your, er, 'wicked cool' talents?" He tilted his head towards Karkat. If his strange luck counted as a talent, then he'd be set and ready to try his hand at the lottery. Or even sky diving. Or falling off a bridge one more time. 

No, even with his luck he'd do those things. Too scary, too dangerous.

Well, whatever. As long as the guy didn’t bother him or anything, he didn’t really care. Gaze flickers back to the screen, and the sound of button clacking once again fills the air as he focuses solely on his game. It’s almost as if he’s completely ignoring the presence across from him like he doesn’t exist at all. This continues for a while, Yukio subconsciously blocking out all noise beyond the ones his console was making.

Finally, after beating another set number of enemies on the screen, he speaks once more, although his eyes don’t move from the flashing graphics. }

Or well, used to be.

He slid the old case file aside, it wasn't one of his old cases (or Apollo's) anyways so he wasn't all that interested. The teenager had insulted him and he felt kind of hurt by it. He didn't know why he was here--and if he did he would be able to counter it.

For all he knew, the headmaster might have thrown him back in here because he had to renew his GED or something! Phoenix did that familiar notion of nervousness--scratching the back of his neck and snorting a bit.

"If I knew, heh, I'd really love to tell you. And I graduated high school a long time ago." He laughs it out to feel a bit more confident about his "wise with age" brain and puts a hand out to shake. The brunet didn't know if Yukio would fill his end, because he seemed very content with just insulting and ignoring him. But it was still polite to introduce himself.

After all, he was never much of a studious person, unless something interested him. Once something did pique his interest, he would do his best to absorb as much information on the subject as possible. Though his interests go as quickly as they come, there was one thing that continued to interest him to this day.

Magic.

Maybe it was just a fixation from a thousand years back, something that he’s still unable to understand completely. But strangely, this world had no studies of the sort, unlike the many books that his uncle had once made him read as a kid. Luckily enough, he had found them in the fairy tales section— strange.

But that was not something that’s so important to Crea at the moment. At Phoenix’s correction, he tilts his head slightly, eyebrow raised. "Bear?" He asks, before shrugging once more.

Like Crea, he had his interests and he pursued the library to fulfill them. When he got here, unlike the other, he found them in their own section. There was tons of books, from fictional law stories to nonfiction stories about disorderly court!

Magic was probably non-existent in this library due to being almost unused and unable to attempt. People had powers, sure, but it wasn't like a person who hadn't gotten a not guilty verdict at a trial could use them. So Monobear (or Monodog as Crea would like it) probably threw away all the books that had magic information in them so no one could try them out.

"It is evil, what he's doing..." Phoenix was more of the guy to stick to the facts. If he claimed that he was a bear, he was a bear...not a dog. "But maybe we can gain something out of it."

What a silly man. Doesn’t he know that just entices her playful side even more? With a quiet chuckle, the female begins to close the distance between the two, green optics reflecting her teasing nature.

It feels like State vs. Maya Fey all over again. April May pushing up her breasts trying to seduce the judges, seduce the lawyers, and seduce the crowd! Phoenix makes eye contact with Morrigan, seeing that shine in her eyes. Oh, she's doing this on purpose. It only took a billion years for him to realize. He only makes eye contact with her, not anywhere else.

The situation was very familiar to Caliborn. It was almost as if he had been through it before. Though if he did, it apparently wasn’t grand enough to really leave and indent in his brain cause he ha forgotten all about. Which was really a shame honestly because the place seemed so…so…murderous. It was a perfect fit for an amazing killer like Caliborn. A perfect and handsome killer.

Besides the whole killing thing the place kinda sucked. Sure, there was a limitless supply of meat and candy, but he apparently had to room with other people. Why the hell was Caliborn of all people forced to room with some icky slimey humans. The thought of that made him shiver in disgust. Also the thought of having no power made him do that as well. Of all the things here, he should have been the headmaster. Whatever the hell that meant.

Well, if he was going to get power he would need some followers. Some minions. So, he set out to find some. It wasn’t really that hard to find people that looked dumb as hell. But to get them to loyally follow him? That was another story entirely. Another story that proved even further how idiotic these people were. Jeez, being an all amazing lord was such a hard job. It really as.

He was on his last straw and last hope when he spoted the one. This person looked so stupid and so gullible they just had to follow Caliborn’s lead. And once one joined, well, the rest that rejected him would see their mistake and flock to him. In which case he would only allow them to join if they carried him on a throne everywhere. Yes…it was perfect. What a solid plan. Caliborn was brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Now to put that plan into action.

Strolling up the individual, he loudly announced his presence by clearing his throat as obnoxiously as possible. When he had gotten the other’s attention he spoke in a confident voice.

But his comfortable living standards were absolutely nothing to Monobear or anyone else who ran the school. All they cared was the fact that children were going to kill each other. Now Phoenix didn't know why this was, but whatever the reason--he'd try his best to figure out how and why this was. (Once he recollected his thoughts and everything. He had just cleared his name before coming to the academy after all.)

So while trying to gather his ideas, he walked around the island. This action proved to be a very productive task somehow--he was able to interact with people and hear rumors of things. Most of the time the rumors were negative, but the people were fairly nice. Or...they acted nice to later plot his death. He had no idea. (In fact, he was pretty sure 2/3 of the people he met wanted his head on a stick.)

Moving on into the present-- he was cut out of his thoughts by a man rudely coughing. The brunet turned around to find out that a person was calling him a servant. So much for a nice introduction.

He put up a finger and waggled it--kind of like what Edgeworth had done. (Thinking about this made him regret the action a bit.) "Sorry, heh...I'm not exactly willing to be your servant. Or--er, carry your throne." The ex-attorney is willing to introduce himself, though.

To: Bird Man 

From: Ruki 

[TXT]: but?? PHOENIX?? 

[TXT]: so you’re an old man?? cool!! 

[TXT]: i threw the bag in and i pressed a random button

[ 10:12 AM | TO RCHIMEDES ]

phoenix: im not that old, dont go making assumptions!

phoenix: and...WHAT

phoenix: GET OUT OF THE ROOM THE MICROWAVE IS ON FIRE

To: Bird Man

From: Ruki

[TXT]: why did this box thing just wiggle on the table??? spooky

[TXT]: oh 

[TXT]: you’re mr. bird man!! 

[TXT]: what is a flip phone 

[TXT]: i’m hungry btw 

[ 10:06 AM | TO: RCHIMEDES ]

phoenix: im not a bird who told u that?

phoenix: do u not know what a flip phone is?

phoenix: it is an older phone that is easier 2 use in my opinion