Phoenix Wright (
attorneyatlol) wrote2009-02-19 01:41 pm
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[RL: - Thursday, February 19; Midday | Phoenix; Tyki; Edgeworth later?]
Phoenix stared blankly at his computer monitor, idly tapping his pen against the desk. Thus far, the offices of Wright and Co. Law had been relatively quiet. It was a welcome change from the last few weeks, which had seen a steady flow of potential clients (a few had panned out, some of whom even paid), but while he was still up to his neck in debt, it was nice to have what seemed like a long-awaited break. In fact, looking out the window where he could see the Gatewater and the fading evening light behind it, he thought he might lock up early. There were only a couple hours left in the day, after all, and people rarely stumbled in any later than 2pm on a Wednesday, anyway.
Standing up, he lifted his arms above his head, wincing until he heard a satisfying pop in his back and then dropped his arms with a sigh. The whole being an average lawyer in Los Angeles thing was starting to take its toll on him. He couldn’t wait to get home, kick his shoes off, and enjoy some mindless television on the couch, a soda and warm TV dinner in hand…
…Or maybe not.
He nearly jumped at the sudden appearance of a gangly figure standing awkwardly in his doorway. Clearing his throat, he quickly smoothed his shirt and suppressed a sigh. (There went the rest of his day…)
Still, he smiled earnestly and said, “Hi,” holding out his hand in greeting. This was a rare occasion; people usually barged in and did the talking for him. “I’m Phoenix Wright.”
The man didn’t say anything in return. As a matter of fact, the man had yet to acknowledge Phoenix’s presence at all, which was a bit unsettling and caused Phoenix to frown. His arm sagged a little.
“Er, did you need a lawyer…?”
The man lifted his head slightly, then took an unsteady step toward Phoenix. He was shaky and he was limping, and his face appeared to be twisted in pain. He took another step and muttered, “I need… I need, I need…”
Phoenix swallowed and stared for a moment, his hand going for the phone. This guy didn’t look good at all… “Are you okay?” he asked, his brows furrowed. “Do you need me to call someone?”
“I need... I need to…” The man stopped about a foot away from Phoenix’s desk and dropped his head into his hands, shaking it back and forth. “I need to…”
“Hey…” Phoenix reached out as if to steady the man, but the distance between them was too great; he held his hand up in a placating gesture while his other hand grabbed the phone and lifted the receiver to his ear. “Just… hang on a second, okay?” He tried to sound reassuring. “I’ll get some help.”
Then the man suddenly looked up. For a brief moment, they locked eyes, but before Phoenix could possibly know what was happening, he suddenly found himself staring down a thick barrel aimed right at his face… a thick barrel that was coming out of the man’s forehead straight through his skin. Phoenix stepped back and dropped the receiver. “What--!?”
There was a strange sound, like the cocking of a gun, but Phoenix didn’t wait around to see what it was. It was a good thing, too; he jumped to the side just in time to hear the bookshelf with his law books (Mia’s formidable, mocking law books) be blown to smithereens, the aftershock of which nearly sent him sprawling. Without looking back, he scrambled to the bathroom and immediately slammed the door shut, already fishing for his cell phone. He an idea of what was going on, but God, what could he do?
Dialing without thinking, he used his free hand to pile whatever he could in front of the door (it wasn’t much: a wastebasket, a few towels, and a mop) which probably wouldn’t be very effective, but at least it was something. While the phone rang on the other end, he eyed the small window above the toilet. There was no way he’d be able to make it out of there, and he was on the second floor, anyway. Which, in short, meant he’d basically trapped himself. Fantastic.
He couldn’t hear anything on the other side of the door, but that probably didn’t mean anything. He stayed as far away as he could, wedging himself between the toilet and the sink, and proceeded to make a phone post.
Standing up, he lifted his arms above his head, wincing until he heard a satisfying pop in his back and then dropped his arms with a sigh. The whole being an average lawyer in Los Angeles thing was starting to take its toll on him. He couldn’t wait to get home, kick his shoes off, and enjoy some mindless television on the couch, a soda and warm TV dinner in hand…
…Or maybe not.
He nearly jumped at the sudden appearance of a gangly figure standing awkwardly in his doorway. Clearing his throat, he quickly smoothed his shirt and suppressed a sigh. (There went the rest of his day…)
Still, he smiled earnestly and said, “Hi,” holding out his hand in greeting. This was a rare occasion; people usually barged in and did the talking for him. “I’m Phoenix Wright.”
The man didn’t say anything in return. As a matter of fact, the man had yet to acknowledge Phoenix’s presence at all, which was a bit unsettling and caused Phoenix to frown. His arm sagged a little.
“Er, did you need a lawyer…?”
The man lifted his head slightly, then took an unsteady step toward Phoenix. He was shaky and he was limping, and his face appeared to be twisted in pain. He took another step and muttered, “I need… I need, I need…”
Phoenix swallowed and stared for a moment, his hand going for the phone. This guy didn’t look good at all… “Are you okay?” he asked, his brows furrowed. “Do you need me to call someone?”
“I need... I need to…” The man stopped about a foot away from Phoenix’s desk and dropped his head into his hands, shaking it back and forth. “I need to…”
“Hey…” Phoenix reached out as if to steady the man, but the distance between them was too great; he held his hand up in a placating gesture while his other hand grabbed the phone and lifted the receiver to his ear. “Just… hang on a second, okay?” He tried to sound reassuring. “I’ll get some help.”
Then the man suddenly looked up. For a brief moment, they locked eyes, but before Phoenix could possibly know what was happening, he suddenly found himself staring down a thick barrel aimed right at his face… a thick barrel that was coming out of the man’s forehead straight through his skin. Phoenix stepped back and dropped the receiver. “What--!?”
There was a strange sound, like the cocking of a gun, but Phoenix didn’t wait around to see what it was. It was a good thing, too; he jumped to the side just in time to hear the bookshelf with his law books (Mia’s formidable, mocking law books) be blown to smithereens, the aftershock of which nearly sent him sprawling. Without looking back, he scrambled to the bathroom and immediately slammed the door shut, already fishing for his cell phone. He an idea of what was going on, but God, what could he do?
Dialing without thinking, he used his free hand to pile whatever he could in front of the door (it wasn’t much: a wastebasket, a few towels, and a mop) which probably wouldn’t be very effective, but at least it was something. While the phone rang on the other end, he eyed the small window above the toilet. There was no way he’d be able to make it out of there, and he was on the second floor, anyway. Which, in short, meant he’d basically trapped himself. Fantastic.
He couldn’t hear anything on the other side of the door, but that probably didn’t mean anything. He stayed as far away as he could, wedging himself between the toilet and the sink, and proceeded to make a phone post.
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He didn't dawdle, but he didn't run, either. He took a moment to look around and noted a couple of other Akuma on the streets.
"N-Noah-sama, you're here?" one of them asked, as he beckoned it closer. It walked oddly, unused to the skin it wore.
He smiled. "Round up all of the others and bring them in front of the building. There's a human in here I'm going to kill, and then I'll come back for you."
"Yes, Noah-sama!"
He strode into the building and up to Phoenix's office.
"Noah-sama! There's one in here. I'm going to kill it," the akuma standing near the reception desk said hungrily.
"Good, good," Tyki said. "Go down and wait with the others. This one's mine."
The akuma whined like a child.
...I can has grammar
There were voices on the other side. He couldn’t make out who they belonged to or what was being said, but they were definitely discussing something. He watched the door carefully, holding his breath.
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He paused in front of the bathroom door and glared at the Akuma. "I said get out. Are you going to disobey me? I'm going to kill him, as per the Duke's instructions."
"Y-yes, Noah-sama..." the Akuma said disappointedly, and slunk out of the office.
Tyki waited to be sure the Akuma was out of sight, then knocked on the bathroom door. "Are you in there, Phoenix?"
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Well, he thought wryly. Either you locked the door and climbed out the window, or you're in there and not saying anything.
He frowned and concentrated for a moment, carefully stepping through and making sure that his entire body passed through the door without getting stuck. He had gotten his powers back from Eris, but they didn't work quite as well as they used to. It used to be that they would work all but subconsciously, but now he had to concentrate or he'd be liable to get stuck halfway.
He did actually lose concentration in surprise for a moment when he stepped through the door and saw that Phoenix had piled a mop, a bucket and some towels against the door. For a moment, he couldn't help laughing, which wasn't conducive to letting his powers work. But that was all right, as he kicked the trash can aside and stepped forward instead.
"There you are," he said with a smirk.
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“Is it gone?” he quietly asked, still crouched against the wall.
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He smiled at Phoenix, a little bit cocky but without any hint of blood-thirstiness. "You all right? You were lucky to get away from it."
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He shook the thought away and looked at Tyki, a bit dazed. “They can’t world-hop? Then how’d they…?”
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"No, the Earl opened doors from the Ark and sent them through," he explained. "I've borrowed Saguru's car to get to you, instead of using the Ark gateways like I usually do, since I don't want to alert the Earl to what I'm doing." He glanced towards the door. "I'm not sure you want to stay here. Do you want me to bring you to Gaia? The gateway's been sealed and I've cleared the city of Akuma now."
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He glanced down at this phone and frowned; no signal, of course. What he really would have liked to do was make sure Edgeworth was all right. With a sigh, he looked back up. “Aren’t there Akuma on Gaia, too?”
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“Died?” It was obvious the other man didn’t believe such a thing, and when Phoenix stopped to think about it, he was sure Cross had been assumed dead before. Not that long ago, if he recalled correctly, and not too long before one ‘Algernon Moncreiff’ had surfaced on his world. Still…
“How do you know? What happened?”
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"As usual, the community chose to interfere and show us something distressing," he said. "A video post that depicted him fighting Akuma and then a building falling on him."
He gestured dismissively. "I'm sure he'll be back."
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In an effort to pull himself together, he turned his attention to the door and unlocked it as he kicked away his makeshift barricade, casting Tyki a warning glance as if daring him to laugh again. Cautiously, he turned the knob.
“So… any idea how many akuma are here?” he asked, scanning his office to make sure nothing was there. “In the city, I mean.”
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The problem was, there would be a group of akuma downstairs waiting for him. And mistakes could be made.
"Not a clue just yet," he said. "There were a couple dozen on Gaia and probably a dozen in Ekoda. I've spent a lot more time on Gaia than in Ekoda or here, so maybe that's significant."
He glanced at the lawyer. "I've told the akuma downstairs to gather together and wait for me. It makes things easier. Waiting for a call?" he added. He'd noticed Phoenix glancing at his cellphone, as if he were waiting for it to ring.
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“Cross spent a few weeks here,” he finally said, dropping the book cover as he turned to Tyki. “Would that have any bearing on it?”
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His face was set as he spoke, his voice as serious as Phoenix had ever heard him.
"I think you should come with me, Phoenix. As my prisoner, so the akuma outside don't suspect anything."
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He cocked his head at Phoenix, flashing a smile. "If you're my prisoner, they'll know you're not to be touched until I say. If it's not obvious... a stray bullet could hit you, even if they think I'll yell at them afterwards."
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“So what do I have to do?” he sighed.
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He turned towards Phoenix and considered him for a moment. Then he reached up and undid the cravat around his neck. "I'll tie your hands," he said. "That ought to be enough. We'll go down, and you get in Saguru's's car and wait for me."
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He stretched out the cravat and bound Phoenix's hands together in front of him, leaving a bit of room between his hands, which he gripped like a handle for a moment before letting go.
"Follow me," he murmured, his gold eyes alight with mischief as he turned away to head for the office door.
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Taking a deep breath, he hesitantly followed. “I need to get a hold of Edgeworth,” he said. “He’s been sick, and I don’t think he knows what’s going on.”
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He wasn't nearly as hot about the idea of rescuing Edgeworth, but he wasn't about to say no, either. Edgeworth was obviously important to Phoenix and though it was unlikely that anything Tyki did would make much of a positive impression on the prosecutor, it wasn't worth alienating Phoenix again just because they didn't get along.
"We'll go get him after I take out the akuma in the immediate area."
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