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[misterfine]

[ alas, if you happen to be glancing in this particular direction, you might notice a slightly dazed-looking young man with a rather ridiculous hairstyle. he's rubbing his head profusely, and blinks a few times to clear his mind. after a moment of staring, wide-eyed, at his surroundings, he finally speaks aloud to himself: ]H-Huh? This isn't

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[dividend]

... do you really have to be so loud?

oh god time to relive the "OMG YOU'RE LAWYER!PHOENIX" drama

[misterfine]

[ apollo, being the easily-frightened little nancy that he is, stumbles backward at the sudden addressal, and accidentally falls back on his elbows with a deafening ACK!
when he recovers, he's no less shocked by what he sees before him. ]

M-Mr. Wright!

[ ... ]

Uh, Mr. Wright...not that the lawyer look isn't fitting on you or anything, but-- [ something glinting on his lapel catches apollo's eye. ]

I-Is that a real attorney's badge?

[ commence ogling. ]

WE HAVEN'T BEEN HERE BEFORE OR ANYTHING, NOPE

[dividend]

[In his time, Phoenix has received some pretty strange welcomes - but nothing along these lines. Not only that, but the clumsy guy seemed to know him, somehow. Cue him getting an entirely confused look on his face, half because he's unsure if he should give the other attorney a hand.]

What are you talking about...? Of course it's real! You can't just pick these up off the street or something.

Am I... supposed to know you?

OF COURSE NOT |B red text = thoughts as usual, btw

[misterfine]

[ he's grateful for the lift up, but apollo is more preoccupied by the fact that not only is mr. wright dressed oddly (or oddly for the wright that he knew back home), he's also acting oblivious. so, naturally, by the time apollo has been hoisted back to his feet, he is determinedly confused. ]

Ah, of course I knew that! I just meant, well...the last time I saw you, you didn't have one. A-And I've never seen you dressed like this in person. To be honest, though, you were kinda more impressive on the court tapes.

[ he makes sure his hair is still firmly glued to his head before he speaks again, uncertainly. ]

Though if this is some sort of joke, Mr. Wright, it isn't very funny. It's Justice. Apollo Justice?

[dividend]

... I think you've confused me for someone else. (This kid is really weird... What's gotten into him?) I mean, I've had my badge for the last three years! And I really don't plan on losing it any time soon.

I don't know anyone by that name. And beside, why would I joke about something like this?

[misterfine]

I don't think there's any mistaking that hair and pink bright red tie. Huh? Did you hit your head on something, Mr. Wright? I mean, I know it's sort of a, er...touchy subject, but you've been disbarred for nearly seven years.

L-Look, don't you think you're taking this a little bit too far? I mean, I know you like to tease me, but this is a new low. Even for you.

[dividend]

Seven years? I haven't even-- I'm only twenty seven! I think you've mistaken me for someone else, seriously.

[misterfine]

Well, my bracelet isn't reacting at all, so he couldn't be lying. But this still doesn't make any sense--if he isn't Mr. Wright, then who is he? Could it have something to do with this place I've found myself in? Or maybe...maybe I really am dreaming. Either way, I don't think there's any use in continually pressing this subject if he really doesn't know what I'm talking about.

Well, er, Mr. Wright--or whoever you are--do you know why we're here, at least?

[dividend]

Sorry, I've got absolutely no idea. I only just found myself here too.

(Could he act any weirder?)

[misterfine]

Oh, uh, right.

[ AWKWARD SILENCEEEE ]

Th-Then maybe you could tell me who you really are, if you aren't the Mr. Wright I know.

[dividend]

I-- what? I'm seriously Phoenix Wright! What do I have to do to prove it?

[misterfine]

Well, I believe that you aren't lying. But unless you've contracted some kind of weird amnesia, or this really is a dream, then...

Er, it sounds silly but-- [ he clears his throat anxiously and scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. ] --the only explanation is that you're from the past.

[ ...pause for laughter in which apollo flushes bright red. because with mr. wright, he just smells the ridicule coming. ]

[dividend]

Nah, the last time I had amnesia was when Richard Wellington hit me around the head with a fire extinguisher. I'm pretty sure that's not the problem, here...

[Phoenix pauses when he hears Apollo's suggestion. Really, he might have laughed, to be honest-- though only nervously, not mockingly, except that nothing about this place made sense. So why not have him from the past?

... the idea of losing his badge made him feel faint.]

The... past? I mean, I -- with this place, it might just be plausible, but-- I'm having a hard time processing all of this.

[misterfine]

[ a bit too overeagerly. ] Oh, r-right! I remember that case! It was amazing how you could ensure Maggey Byrde's innocence even with your memory wiped. And that observation about the left-handed policeman was genius--I was pretty baffled on that one, to be honest...

[ catches himself being a fanboy and clears his throat, making his next words come out more loudly than intended. ]

B-But, er, yeah--I mean, you look like Mr. Wright from seven years ago. It's a stretch to say that you really could be him, but I guess I've seen weirder stuff happen in the courtroom.

[dividend]

... You even know all about my cases? [he looks amused.] I'm pretty flattered, actually. Didn't think people were that interested... A-and well, it was nothing, really! (Probably shouldn't admit to him that it was a complete fluke.)

[he looks awkward for a bit, here. The thought of losing his badge is still making him a bit upset.] Well I'm not sure how exactly I'm supposed to prove it, so you might just have to take my word for it. Where's Maya when you need her?

[misterfine]

Well, you sort of, uh... [ he grasps for words. admitting that you hero-worship someone is more difficult than it seems. ] ...inspired me. While I was going through law school.

I guess I believe that you're Mr. Wright, no matter what sort of crazy dimension you come from. Though I'm still sure I'm dreaming. I usually can't hold a conversation with Mr. Wright this long without being ridiculed...or worse.