Tiny Turnabouts 4
Title: Tiny Turnabouts
Summary: A series of short, humorous fills from the kink meme.
Chapter Title: The Moment of Truth
Chapter Prompt: In another time, another place, trials are conducted via gladiatorial deathmatches.
Chapter Warnings: Violence, minor language.
"Relax, Phoenix, you'll do just fine. This really isn't that hard of a case at all, and I'll be at the bench supporting you," Mia assured her protege as she helped him strap on his armor. "And, remember - no matter how fierce they may seem, every prosecutor has a weak spot." She decided not to mention the legendary Von Karma just now.
Phoenix nodded, trembling a little and clearly experiencing that same terrifying why-did-I-ever-want-to-do-this? panic of every first-timer. Mia smiled fondly. He'd change his tune once he experienced the true thrill of the kill.
"Now, what's left... oh yes! You can't go in there without your tie." Mia slipped the red fabric around Phoenix's shoulders, before tying it in place with practiced ease. Though she never wore a tie herself, she was still infinitely better than Phoenix was at avoiding getting it caught on the spikes of his armor or helmet.
This action was completed just in time, as the BOOM of the Judge's gavel rang out, signifying their turn to enter the courtroom. Defense attorneys always entered second. The gates in front of them creaked open ominously, the bailiffs operating them giving Phoenix pitying looks as he tried not to cower. Mia nearly snickered; they would be quite surprised at the outcome of this trial, she was sure. Even though Phoenix was up against the famed Rookie Killer, Prosecutor Payne (who had reigned almost undefeated once he'd recovered from the near-mortal wound she had inflicted on him in her first trial). Phoenix had that special something a true lawyer needed, that ability to think in the moment, to object with unrelenting force, to press and press and unrelentingly press until he found the weak point in both the witnesses' testimony and the prosecutor's armor. Mia just knew it.
Also, he was damn lucky. That was a skill all its own, in a court like this.
So Mia wasn't terribly surprised when Phoenix managed to, in between parrys with Payne, unravel the truth behind the murder of his friend Larry's girlfriend. She wiped his sweat and gave him advice (both legal and martial) during the recesses and in-between witness testimonies, watching with pride as Phoenix's earlier fear all but vanished in his quest for the truth. And, in the final crucial moment, she reached into her bag of evidence and tossed him the clock just in time for him to smash it into his opponent with a battle roar of, "OBJECTION!"
Yes, though he may not look like much to others, and though he was still in need of guidance and training, Mia just knew Phoenix Wright was going to be the kind of lawyer that lived long enough to retire. That was why she had taken him in as her pupil in the end, not because of his relentless begging. And certainly not because he was just the right type of underdog to make the crowd scream in bloodthirsty glee and allow her to win huge in the betting pool (though that certainly helped).
All his earlier fear was gone now, swept away in that oh-so-familiar exuberance one could only experience by fighting for their own and the defendant's lives - and succeeding. Pheonix towered over Payne's prone form, clock pointed threateningly down at the prosecutor's unmoving body; and though he was bloody and bruised, though his armor was dented and scratched and half-torn off in some places, though his tie had been completely ripped in two - he'd uncovered the truth, and that was all Mia needed to see to convince her she had chosen her successor wisely.
All she needed to hear came next: the pounding of the gavel, followed by those eternally sweet words: "NOT GUILTY!"
Summary: A series of short, humorous fills from the kink meme.
Chapter Title: The Moment of Truth
Chapter Prompt: In another time, another place, trials are conducted via gladiatorial deathmatches.
Chapter Warnings: Violence, minor language.
"Relax, Phoenix, you'll do just fine. This really isn't that hard of a case at all, and I'll be at the bench supporting you," Mia assured her protege as she helped him strap on his armor. "And, remember - no matter how fierce they may seem, every prosecutor has a weak spot." She decided not to mention the legendary Von Karma just now.
Phoenix nodded, trembling a little and clearly experiencing that same terrifying why-did-I-ever-want-to-do-this? panic of every first-timer. Mia smiled fondly. He'd change his tune once he experienced the true thrill of the kill.
"Now, what's left... oh yes! You can't go in there without your tie." Mia slipped the red fabric around Phoenix's shoulders, before tying it in place with practiced ease. Though she never wore a tie herself, she was still infinitely better than Phoenix was at avoiding getting it caught on the spikes of his armor or helmet.
This action was completed just in time, as the BOOM of the Judge's gavel rang out, signifying their turn to enter the courtroom. Defense attorneys always entered second. The gates in front of them creaked open ominously, the bailiffs operating them giving Phoenix pitying looks as he tried not to cower. Mia nearly snickered; they would be quite surprised at the outcome of this trial, she was sure. Even though Phoenix was up against the famed Rookie Killer, Prosecutor Payne (who had reigned almost undefeated once he'd recovered from the near-mortal wound she had inflicted on him in her first trial). Phoenix had that special something a true lawyer needed, that ability to think in the moment, to object with unrelenting force, to press and press and unrelentingly press until he found the weak point in both the witnesses' testimony and the prosecutor's armor. Mia just knew it.
Also, he was damn lucky. That was a skill all its own, in a court like this.
So Mia wasn't terribly surprised when Phoenix managed to, in between parrys with Payne, unravel the truth behind the murder of his friend Larry's girlfriend. She wiped his sweat and gave him advice (both legal and martial) during the recesses and in-between witness testimonies, watching with pride as Phoenix's earlier fear all but vanished in his quest for the truth. And, in the final crucial moment, she reached into her bag of evidence and tossed him the clock just in time for him to smash it into his opponent with a battle roar of, "OBJECTION!"
Yes, though he may not look like much to others, and though he was still in need of guidance and training, Mia just knew Phoenix Wright was going to be the kind of lawyer that lived long enough to retire. That was why she had taken him in as her pupil in the end, not because of his relentless begging. And certainly not because he was just the right type of underdog to make the crowd scream in bloodthirsty glee and allow her to win huge in the betting pool (though that certainly helped).
All his earlier fear was gone now, swept away in that oh-so-familiar exuberance one could only experience by fighting for their own and the defendant's lives - and succeeding. Pheonix towered over Payne's prone form, clock pointed threateningly down at the prosecutor's unmoving body; and though he was bloody and bruised, though his armor was dented and scratched and half-torn off in some places, though his tie had been completely ripped in two - he'd uncovered the truth, and that was all Mia needed to see to convince her she had chosen her successor wisely.
All she needed to hear came next: the pounding of the gavel, followed by those eternally sweet words: "NOT GUILTY!"