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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?

[libraria]

[ Oh, okay, this boy is loud, ffuuu. Still, he doesn't look at all scary and Nodoka is quite happy to wander over and try and investigate. He seems quite lost too, which in a strange way is comforting and helps her feel better about being lost herself. ]

Um... E-Excuse me? Hello?

[ She approaches him carefully - the ballgown she's wearing is not good for walking around in, and she's already fallen and scraped her knees once. She tries to offer a bright smile, however, in an attempt to relax the both of them. ]

Ah... A-Are you lost too?

[misterfine]

[ whips around quickly because he most certainly is not terrified to find a girl in a large...ballgown? now he's definitely confused. he's at a loss for words for a moment before clearing his throat and smiling awkwardly to her. ]

Er, yeah, I guess you could put it that way. You see, the last thing I remember, I was in a courtroom...

[ he laughs nervously. ]

You wouldn't, ah, happen to have seen anything like that close by, would you?

[libraria]

[ Nodoka smiles weakly; it's obvious that he's quite scared - she is too - but she doesn't consider herself to be all that dangerous. Not really. ]

Ah, no... I-I haven't seen anything like that...

[ She sighs quietly. It's evident that he's just as lost as she is, even though there is a little voice in the back of her head that's telling her that this is Reduceres and they're not lost, they're here to change. ]

Well... P-Perhaps we could find one? Um, I-I'm Nodoka Miyazaki! It's nice to meet you, sir.

[misterfine]

[ he sighs, hoping that maybe this girl would know a way out of here--he doesn't particularly want to change, thank you very much. but alas, no such luck. ]

Oh, er, right...that's okay, I guess. [ a small, defeated pause, and then she introduces herself--of course, he won't miss an opportunity to uphold himself. ]

A-Ah! I'm Apollo Justice, attorney at law. It's nice to meet you, too--even in these circumstances.

[giita]

[Why hello there sir, your chords of steel loud voice is like a magnet to a certain Yui Hirasawa.

And as if it were the most natural thing ever, she bounds over and instantly begins talking - No mention to what or why Apollo was screaming, of course.]

Are you a singer?!

[misterfine]

[ and of course, the random girl babbling in his direction is certainly a shock to poor apollo, who has had enough surprises for one day. ]

Ack! H-Huh? A singer? Er, no. I'm a defence attorney.

Apollo Justice, attorney at law.

[ he flashes his badge with a light flush of pride on his cheeks. ]

[giita]

[And her eyes twinkle. Oh gosh, this guy must be really special or something! Not that she really, er, completely comprehends what a defense attorney does aside from "beat the criminals".]

That's really cool! You must be famous!

I knew that something was up because your hair looked like guitar strings!

red = thoughts

[misterfine]

[ cue ridiculous blush. ]

O-Oh...it's nothing like that! I mean, I'm pretty well-known after that case, but I'll leave the fame to Prosecutor Gavin.

They're antennae, thank you. And I think they're pretty stylish, myself.

[arbitraries]

[ AN EXAGGERATED, CHEERFUL VOICE ANSWERS, COMIN' TO YOUR RESCUE :B he is behind you and half-concealed in some shadows, mmyep. ]

Anybody present!

[misterfine]

[ apollo finds himself tired of being snuck up on by wayward strangers, but at least he's so used to it by now that it doesn't quite give him palpitations this time. he is, however, disconcerted by this guy's appearance. ]

Great, just what I need in a place like this. Though I guess I have had clients who took the cake on weirdness...

...Huh? [ and, of course, in the heat of the moment, he's quite forgotten what they're talking about. ]

[arbitraries]

[ after a pause in which he casually looks around and realizes he's more obscured than he'd intended to be, B steps forward slightly and maybe should not have because his appearance is creepy enough: his clothes are simple and disheveled, his white shirt rumpled and his jeans wrinkled; he slouches slightly and has a stare with an oddly piercing but weary quality about it. alone, these things would be fine, but coupled with his obviously exaggerated happy demeanour, he can come off as a little crazy. it probably doesn't help when his voice completely fails to match the way he's physically presenting himself: it's serious and thoughtful. ]

A little discrimination would be wise when there are strangers around.

i-idk if i mentioned this, but the red text = thought

[misterfine]

I thought I was stuck in the middle of nowhere for awhile, so I don't really think I could've afforded discrimination. I'm just glad I'm not alone in this weird place.