Saturday, December 17th, The Midnight Channel
Who: The Port's Latest Shadow Televisions Stars! And Thousands of Home Viewers!
When: Midnight, Saturday December 17th
Where: In front of your Television Sets or Streaming NV TV. (Digital Cable? You'll still get the analog effect.)
Summary: Full Plot Details Here
Warnings: Please Put 'em In the Subject Lines As Necessary, Kids?
( We're all trapped in a maze of relationships, life goes on with or without you )
When: Midnight, Saturday December 17th
Where: In front of your Television Sets or Streaming NV TV. (Digital Cable? You'll still get the analog effect.)
Summary: Full Plot Details Here
Warnings: Please Put 'em In the Subject Lines As Necessary, Kids?
( We're all trapped in a maze of relationships, life goes on with or without you )
Inside, the real (or is it?) Larry is also lounging - this time, on a scarlet plush couch. Beside him is a shelf full of trophies and awards, and the walls are covered in plaques and paintings, all beautifully framed. Behind that particular shelf seems to be a particularly large pile of rubble. Two notable pieces that have long slid off the top of the pile look like a bunch of spikes and a ruffly cravat carved from stone.
He is clad in an orange suit made from some odd sparkly material, with a dark red tie over a white shirt. His hair is slicked back and pulled back into a tiny perfect ponytail, and his goatee (holy fudge he has his goatee back) is tied with a little red ribbon. Then he raises a goblet of sparkling red wine, smiling for the camera. His smile is that of someone successful, someone who has overcome the odds to finally reach the top. And his voice is practically oozing with confidence.]
A toast...to myself! To selling yet another masterpiece to the Queen of England! The first artist from Siren's Port to ever tickle Her Royal Highness' fancy!
[Larry sighs contentedly, and drains the goblet in one gulp.]
And tomorrow, the grand opening of the Larry Butz Art Academy! I'll be giving out scholarships to needy but talented students, don't worry! They won't be grilled by an interview either - I'm not a cross-examining lawyer, but I'm way better than one! [He laughs heartily.] After all, has any lawyer ever opened a school for hopeful starving artists? Has any lawyer ever been praised by royalty for painting her portrait and the royal courtyard?
[He pauses, and shrugs, placing his goblet on a nearby table.]
I don't think so. And who needs to channel spirits, when you can immortalize them in art forever?
[Larry picks up his sketchbook from the same table where he left his empty goblet, and shows a detailed pencil drawing of a ghostly lady.]
My assistant inspired this one, you know? She's a real cutie, like my girlfriend. My girl and I have been dating for over a year, you know? I bet she's watching right now - hi! [He waves in front of the camera.] But she's not jealous of my assistant or anything, they get along great...which is great! 'Cause I'm great! I may have only finished junior high but I earn way more than a lawyer! 'Sides, high school is overrated. I bet you don't even learn anything new in there...
So if you ever need a commission from the Ace Artist, just call this number! [A number flashes at the bottom of the screen.] But I gotta warn you, my services don't come cheap. I did say I earn way more than a lawyer, right? Still, don't worry, I don't bite!
[One more smile - a proud, smug smile unlike Larry's typical boyish grin - and the show ends.]
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So when he saw himself on the NV, Larry was standing out in the darkness in Sector 6, just a short walk away from his house. He was stunned to see himself...so stunned that he stopped at a corner to watch, under a flickering lamppost. He had no idea that he was already staring, jaw dropping down onto the pavement, and silently evaluating what this other Larry was doing. The Larry in the NV was a big shot. A millionaire, from the looks of it. With a girlfriend and a cute assistant, with victories not even his best friends Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth could ever know.
His best friends. His lawyer best friends, who were always saving the innocent, solving cases and even getting to meet some lovely ladies along the way. They both had their own assistants, even. In Siren's Port, both of them had also been successful, before they left. To top it all off, Edgeworth even found a girlfriend in the Port before Larry could.
No; that other Larry couldn't be him. Larry's best friends meant so much to him. So did Maya, and Franziska, and everyone else. He wouldn't take potshots at them on public TV. He wouldn't be jealous of them. Why should he be? He liked them all, enjoyed being with them. Surely he couldn't be jealous...
Larry walked as fast as he could, having regained the use of his legs. Walking away from the lamppost where he had seen the show that had struck several chords within him, walking away from danger...he shouldn't have come out.
He probably should have waited until morning for his NV. As he rounded another corner and entered his block, just a sprint away from his house, a figure made him stop in his tracks, dig his heels into the ground...and freeze. Larry wanted to run, but the shiny suit seemed to mesmerize him. He wanted to just find another way to get home, but he was too busy watching the man slowly turn and stare right back with glowing golden eyes in a proud face adorned by neat hair and an equally neat goatee (which the real Larry would not have for a while ever since Haruhi snipped it off)...]
Aaaaaaaaaaaah!
[Shadow Larry raises a hand in greeting - in a crooked, superior manner.] Hey man, that ain't no way to greet an old friend.
[Larry was speechless - at first. Didn't he just see this chump on the NV?!]
N-no way...
Yes way. I'm Larry Butz, remember? Larry Butz, friend to all lawyers? But just a friend.
I...what the...
Attorney Phoenix Wright. Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth. What about Larry Butz, eh? Oh, wait, he never even finished junior high! How can he go to law school or pass the bar or become an ace attorney like his best friends now?
[Larry is now breathing hard, sweating bullets and shivering on the spot. Yet he can't run...somehow, he's just standing there, arms slack at his sides and eyes about to pop out of their sockets.]
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H-Hello...?
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You didn't go out, did you?!
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