[ The Ace of Turnabout ]

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Character: Phoenix Wright
Series/Fandom: Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney
Original or Template version: Original
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Sexuality: Co-dependent Bisexual
Marked?: Yes, a crown over his right shoulder blade.

( Warning: Spoilers for Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney behind the cut )

( Doesn't count, far or near / I can hold you when you reach for me )

Information on the magatama and its purpose in Template will be posted here.

Magatama: Many years ago, a spirit medium by the name of Maya gave him a spiritual item, a 'magatama', that was charged by another spirit medium named Pearl. This allows him to see any 'locks' or secrets a person may be hiding, and with the right kind of evidence he can unlock one and be closer to finding the truth. Of course, if he is unprepared to look into someone's heart.. the whiplash can hurt him, as well. He still carries it with him as a memento of his court days, though he has used it when the time came. (This can only be used if Phoenix knows the person is hiding something, and of course with player approval.)

I believe there's some extra candles around here somewhere if anyone needs.

Well, it's nice to see everyone getting along and playing nice.

All this lull in chaos has been a wonderful change of pace.

Anyone available for dinner? I have a feeling tonight is supposed to be relevant somehow.

[ooc: Pretend this was posted yesterday? Which was technically Phoenix's birthday.. ^^;]

[Phoenix is on the second level, comfortably on the couch, drinking from a bottle of grape juice. He appears distracted by something.]

Looks like everyone's safe, more or less. That's a relief. Maya? Pearls? Maybe we should meet up some time, you two, myself, and Trucy, and we can go for ice cream or something? Just to have something normal for a change.

[He smiles, pauses, and sips on his grape juice once more.]

Well.. I can't say much about it, but I hope she's alright, wherever she went..

Trucy! Pearls! Ema! Where are you guys?!

[There's voices, static, and a gunshot.. followed by the sound of someone getting hit by something. A fist? Grapejuice bottle?]

Klavier, you better be alright, too.. Dammit! [Another thud.]

Get somewhere safe! We'll meet up there!

[Phoenix is on the second level, drinking from a grape juice bottle. The pamphlet is on the table in front of him, having been read but is temporarily discarded.]

This city certainly has an odd way of welcoming people.

Maya. Trucy. Don't leave your houses for anything, understand?

( Private )

People seem to come and go. Some are celebrated in their departure more than others. Even so, it's weird.. if we die when we arrive, and are 'sent back'.. what happens then?

The world may never know.

...I need a shower.

[And have a young Phoenix on the second level, rubbing at his eyes with his arm.]

M-Miles? Larry? Where'd you guys go? *sniff* C'mon, guys! This isn't funny!

So, apparently there's been something strange going around, enough to cause me to wake up next to one of my roommates. (House mates? Suite mates?)

As attractive as the idea is, it's still a bit unsettling to know that I can't remember any of it, which is a waste of time, honestly. I wonder if there's any support groups for the depth of psychological trauma this city enjoys putting on people.

( Filtered to Ema )

( Private / Psych-Locked )

[And there's Phoenix. Phoenix, after the move, in his new house. Considering he had to leave the agency behind, he should probably be a bit more annoyed.

However, there's Phoenix. Sprawled on the couch. Giggling about something.

lolfumes.]

[Have a Phoenix, on the second level, looking in the fridge.]

...Are we out of milk already? [He picks up the empty carton and shakes it, before sighing.]

Looks like I'll have to get more. Kids today and their milk. You'd think it was healthy for you or something.

[Phoenix is at home, standing in front of a hallway mirror. He seems a bit more nervous than usual, especially as he futzes with his appearance. Maya was going to be there soon.. and then what? Did he look too old?

It shouldn't have made much of a difference, but somehow, Maya stayed the same as she was seven years ago. Perhaps it was something to do with the city.

Either way.. he isn't sure what to expect, even as he adjusts his hat. Time has changed him too much.. this is probably going to be a disaster.

Probably.]

[Phoenix is on the second level, idly shuffling some cards as he leans against a wall. He looks thoughtful, almost worrisome, for a little while, before he shrugs.]

It's been really quiet lately.

[Phoenix is, on the second level, tapping an invite to the masquerade ball against his leg. He looks rather pensive, as if considering something, before he manages a small smile.]

Heh, sounds like a really expensive shindig. Too bad I'm not much of a fancy sort of guy. I wouldn't have anything to wear.. plus showing up to something like that on my own wouldn't be very fun.

Trucy seems to enjoy dressing up more, though. Would you want to go?

Oh, and Detective.. when you're not busy, I'd like to follow up on something with you, if you don't mind.

( Private / Locked )

Well, it's probably better that I didn't wish for what I wanted. Or, rather, who I wanted to see.

While her presence would have been comforting, it probably would have resulted in more lashings than I could handle, haha.

Wishes, huh? Anything I could possibly want.

Sounds too good to be true.

[He lazily pokes at one of the flowers circling him.]

So, what happens if you wish for something? Has anyone exploded yet? Or will a hoard of undead zombies be summoned?