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[lawfulwright]

[Alone in a castle room, sitting amidst messy sheets on a Japanese-style futon on the floor, Phoenix Wright is trying to make heads or tails of where he is and what's going on. He's confused, he's concerned, and to top it all off, he's alone--which is not something that really flies very well with him

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[demontobeloved]

So, you're a lawyer?

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[lawfulwright]

Absolutely! Damn proud of it, too.

[demontobeloved]

I was the Assistant District Attorney of San Francisco at one point.

[lawfulwright]

Wow! Really? That's kind of awesome. I was a defense attorney in Los Angeles before I turned up here.

[demontobeloved]

Interesting. I'm Cole, by the way. Cole Turner.

[And, boy, will Phoenix be shocked if he finds out why Cole became the ADA]

[lawfulwright]

[It's nice to be blissfully unaware; clueless Phoenix is clueless.]

I'm Phoenix Wright. Good to meet you!

[demontobeloved]

[For now]

So, you got trapped here, too?

[lawfulwright]

Yeah, I guess so... I can't really figure it out. I'm stuck here with no memory of how I got here, and I seem to be not exactly okay, either. Someone told me that was a "loss." Not sure how to feel about that, exactly.

[demontobeloved]

So, your loss is how you got here?

[lawfulwright]

No, no. My loss, I guess, is that for some reason I can't seem to talk anymore. How I got here--your guess is as good as mine.

[demontobeloved]

You can't talk? Guess that's a problem for a defence attorney, huh?

[lawfulwright]

Yeah. Kind of a huge problem. Trying not to think about it.

[demontobeloved]

I'm sure. It's odd how this place makes you lose something.

[lawfulwright]

So it does that to everyone, huh? At least I'm not just special.

[demontobeloved]

Well, it's hard to say if special is a good thing, or a bad thing, y'know.