Characters: Cirucci Thunderwitch and Phoenix Wright
Content: Cirucci has a couple inquiries for the man.
Setting: The marketplace.
Time: Backdated to around the time of the plane races; probably before her run-in with Shinjiro etc.
Warnings: None that I can think of. Cirucci is on her better behavior.
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I won't tell one soul )
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He had managed to make contact with some of the members of Joseph Falls' unification group, and according to them, the men who had been captured and blamed for the Parliament bombings were not part of the loose coalition that Falls was the head of. Of course, it was always possible that they were just saying so in order to keep the blame from themselves, but Phoenix felt that there was more to this, much more. It was an instinct that hadn't failed him yet.
It wasn't a surprise, really, that he didn't notice the pretty girl watching him. She was just another tourist, after all, just another woman here to shop and watch the races.
Phoenix had done enough for today. Maybe tomorrow, he could find the rare noodle bowl that that one vendor had wanted, and use that to bargain for more information. Why did everyone make him run around before he could get anything worthwhile out of them?
These were his thoughts as he walked down the row of stalls where Cirucci stood.
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She had rehearsed the scene loosely in her head; Aizen had given her some background information on the man, of course (would he be anything less than thorough?), but she couldn't just reveal her hand of cards to Phoenix. Her assignment consisted on questions regarding the Victoria II, but she puzzled for days over how to work that into a conversation without, well...raising suspicions.
...In the end, she decided she would sound a little strange no matter what she said. And if she went about her questioning the right way, she'd seem less sketchy and more one of those overly eager strangers who meant well and with innocent intentions.
She tilted her head, trying to catch the man's eyes. "Excuse me, sir?" She took a step away from her booth, ignoring the seller who was now watching her warily (like I'd steal something that looked so horrid, don't worry). She clapped her hands together almost gleefully as she stepped closer to Phoenix--but ( ... )
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....was she flirting? Phoenix couldn't quite tell if it was that or if she was just being friendly, so he decided to assume no, for now. "And I think I would have remembered seeing you." She did look pretty distinctive. At least, her makeup did. But it was very possible that she'd seen him around, and he just hadn't spotted her. He had been running around town in a preoccupied state, so it wasn't unimaginable.
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She had almost slipped into a familiar habit--referring to herself in the third person, 'Cirucci this,' and 'Cirucci that.' But she caught herself in time, and while he would probably ask her name at some point, she wouldn't offer it willingly herself. Best to hide her tracks in case he considered her questioning suspicious.
"For a week, huh? Mm, I've been here around the same time." She nodded slowly, before tilting her head to the side in curiosity. "What ship did you come here on? Oh..." She bit her lip. "I'm not asking too much, I hope! It's just been such a busy week, so it's nice to talk, even if to a stranger..."
She offered a shy smile, but it was a smirk that threatened to overwhelm her features.
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