{007} Apollo Justice: The Hobo of L.A. (2)
Title: Apollo Justice: The Hobo of L.A.
Chapter: 2
Word Count: 356+
Story Rating: G
Chapter Rating: G
Warnings: Extreame crackiness.
Summary: “There is no time. Only your shiny, plot revealing bracelet is enough.”
Disclaimer: Apollo Justice (C) CAPCOM, Zelda CD-i (C) Phillips. Fic (C) moi.
“Gee,” Apollo said, stretching his arms and rolling his eyes. “It sure is boring around here!”
Phoenix, who was drinking grape juice, threw the bottle on the floor and said, “MAH BOI, THIS IS WHAT ALL TRUE LAWYERS STRIVE FOR!” And he pointed his index finger up to the heavens and made an EXTREMELY silly face. It was extremely silly that Apollo wondered why he said that in the first place.
“I just wonder what Gavin’s up to!” Apollo said, foreshadowing that eventually he would find out.
Suddenly, Klaviar burst through the door on his guitar! The strangest thing wasn’t that he randomly showed up, or he was riding on his guitar of awesomeness, but is that he knew where the agency was!
“Herr Wright!” He shouted out. “My big bro, Kristoph, has seized the city of L.A.!”
“Do you hear something?” Phoenix asked Apollo.
“No,” Apollo said honestly. Apparently, neither of them could see Klaviar.
“But,” Phoenix said, “I think Kristoph has seized the city of L.A.! I wonder how we can help?”
Klaviar pulled out a grocery list from his pocket. “It is written, only Herr Forehead can defeat Kristoph!”
“Apollo, I think it’s written that only you can defeat Kristoph,” Phoenix said wisely.
“Great! I’ll go grab my stuff!” Apollo said.
Klaviar shook his head. “There is no time. Only your shiny, plot revealing bracelet is enough.”
“Hmm… maybe I should just take my shiny, plot revealing bracelet,” Apollo decided.
He then noticed Trucy happily playing with her plastic, gravity defying spagetti. “How about a kiss, for luck?” he asked, totally out of character.
“Oh, Polly!” Trucy laughed. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”
Suddenly, he noticed Klaviar in the room on his guitar.
“Oh, hi, Gavin,” Apollo said. “What’s up? When did you get here?”
Muttering a bunch of Internet related curses, Klaviar just grabbed Apollo by his turquoise (WHAT KIND OF LAWYER HAS A TURQUOISE TIE??) and put him on the flying guitar. Before Apollo could protest, they flew off, breaking a hole into the ceiling.
“Bye, Apollo!” Phoenix and Trucy waved good bye as Apollo rode off to defeat Kristoph.
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“Squalala! Bibbity bobbity boo! We’re off!” Klavier exclaimed as they flew up into the sky.
Apollo looked down off the flying guitar and saw a large number of courthouses. “Gavin, what are those heads?” he asked, pointing to each courthouse.
“These,” Klavier said, facing away from Apollo, “are the Courthouses of Evil. You must conquer them each by proving your client not guilty!”
“Then I guess I’d better get going!” exclaimed Apollo.
“Here is… the MAP!” Klavier said, withdrawing the map from his back pocket. It indeed was the map, you know, the one who sings and says, “I’m the MAP!!”
“Now… where do you wish to go?”
Chapter: 2
Word Count: 356+
Story Rating: G
Chapter Rating: G
Warnings: Extreame crackiness.
Summary: “There is no time. Only your shiny, plot revealing bracelet is enough.”
Disclaimer: Apollo Justice (C) CAPCOM, Zelda CD-i (C) Phillips. Fic (C) moi.
“Gee,” Apollo said, stretching his arms and rolling his eyes. “It sure is boring around here!”
Phoenix, who was drinking grape juice, threw the bottle on the floor and said, “MAH BOI, THIS IS WHAT ALL TRUE LAWYERS STRIVE FOR!” And he pointed his index finger up to the heavens and made an EXTREMELY silly face. It was extremely silly that Apollo wondered why he said that in the first place.
“I just wonder what Gavin’s up to!” Apollo said, foreshadowing that eventually he would find out.
Suddenly, Klaviar burst through the door on his guitar! The strangest thing wasn’t that he randomly showed up, or he was riding on his guitar of awesomeness, but is that he knew where the agency was!
“Herr Wright!” He shouted out. “My big bro, Kristoph, has seized the city of L.A.!”
“Do you hear something?” Phoenix asked Apollo.
“No,” Apollo said honestly. Apparently, neither of them could see Klaviar.
“But,” Phoenix said, “I think Kristoph has seized the city of L.A.! I wonder how we can help?”
Klaviar pulled out a grocery list from his pocket. “It is written, only Herr Forehead can defeat Kristoph!”
“Apollo, I think it’s written that only you can defeat Kristoph,” Phoenix said wisely.
“Great! I’ll go grab my stuff!” Apollo said.
Klaviar shook his head. “There is no time. Only your shiny, plot revealing bracelet is enough.”
“Hmm… maybe I should just take my shiny, plot revealing bracelet,” Apollo decided.
He then noticed Trucy happily playing with her plastic, gravity defying spagetti. “How about a kiss, for luck?” he asked, totally out of character.
“Oh, Polly!” Trucy laughed. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”
Suddenly, he noticed Klaviar in the room on his guitar.
“Oh, hi, Gavin,” Apollo said. “What’s up? When did you get here?”
Muttering a bunch of Internet related curses, Klaviar just grabbed Apollo by his turquoise (WHAT KIND OF LAWYER HAS A TURQUOISE TIE??) and put him on the flying guitar. Before Apollo could protest, they flew off, breaking a hole into the ceiling.
“Bye, Apollo!” Phoenix and Trucy waved good bye as Apollo rode off to defeat Kristoph.
BREAKBREAKBREAKBREAK
“Squalala! Bibbity bobbity boo! We’re off!” Klavier exclaimed as they flew up into the sky.
Apollo looked down off the flying guitar and saw a large number of courthouses. “Gavin, what are those heads?” he asked, pointing to each courthouse.
“These,” Klavier said, facing away from Apollo, “are the Courthouses of Evil. You must conquer them each by proving your client not guilty!”
“Then I guess I’d better get going!” exclaimed Apollo.
“Here is… the MAP!” Klavier said, withdrawing the map from his back pocket. It indeed was the map, you know, the one who sings and says, “I’m the MAP!!”
“Now… where do you wish to go?”