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Closed - TIME TRAVEL, HOW DOE?

Who: ~~Fedex and Polly~~ Phoenix Wright and Apollo Justice: ACE ATTORNEYS
What: Talking about how crazy it is that they come from different times??????
Where: A coffee shop that is not named Starbucks... OR IS IT?
When: Friday, August 24th, afternoon
Warnings: MAGATAMA VS. PERCEIVE: WHO WINS? Also hobos.

There was something about Apollo Justice that set Phoenix on edge. He had forgotten about the man briefly during the whole lockdown fiasco, since Phoenix was more concerned with not dying. Also, he needed to look up how legal proceedings worked for robots and androids.

Anyway, he had said he wanted to meet with Apollo. If what he was saying was true, Apollo came from seven years in the future, where he worked for Phoenix at the Wright Anything Agency. But... why? Why did Phoenix have an agency like that? What did Trucy have to do with all of this? Then again, as Phoenix thought about that little girl from the trial, the displaced daughter of Shadi Smith, the more his heart sank. Was she okay? Was she adopted? He almost wanted to attempt to contact her and make sure she was okay... Seeing Apollo brought up all those feelings once more.

But there was also the possibility that Apollo was lying, or insane. Phoenix didn't know how the magatama would work with insanity... if Apollo thought that he was being truthful in a bout of insanity, the magatama might perceive it as truth. But Apollo seemed sane. And then there was the whole issue of time travel. It wasn't possible. It wasn't possible at all. But at the same time, Phoenix had done many impossible things at this school. Eggman's Space Park. Traveling back to his own trial where Dahlia was convicted. Animal things who could transform into humanoids. Maybe Phoenix was the insane one. Maybe after getting disbarred, his mind completely snapped and he had been completely disconnected from reality.

It was all of these things and more that Phoenix pondered as he sat in the coffee shop, waiting for Apollo to show up. He was rather nervous, of course. Everything about this situation just didn't fit. At least they were in a public place...

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The first set of fingers to curl along the back of the chair opposite to Mr. Wright were crowned by a bold, golden bracelet, the light just barely reaching into the shop glistening its charm just along Phoenix's cheekbone. Those digits belonged to none other than the young man who claimed to know the fallen attorney before him. The young man who, if it were truly a case of time being... corroded, twisted... whatever, then he should be that fifteen year old boy who hovered over the newspaper with his heart completely crushed by the headline article. That teenager who gave up being an orphan to become a man of justice; to become a man like -

"Mr. Wright?" He announced his arrival, not wanting to startle him should he not be paying attention. In the same vein, meeting Phoenix under these circumstances had Apollo wanting to be sure he always knew exactly who he was speaking to.

Phoenix looked up at the wide-eyed boy (though this "boy" was only a few years younger than him) and gave a soft smile, full of nervousness, but stifled with politeness. "Hello, Apollo." He would have called him "Mr. Justice" had he been a fellow faculty member, but as it was, he was a student.

So, how were they going to begin this conversation? If Apollo was truly from seven years in the future, he should be just a kid now, maybe fifteen or sixteen. He looked somewhat boyish, actually, but Phoenix looked up his file to reveal that he was 22.

"So..." He began, looking between the eyes of the man across from him and the lace of the table. "Tell me... what do you know about me?"

His magatama was in his pocket, ready to reveal any locks that Apollo might show.

"Well," he started, pulling the seat before him out and settling into it. He adjusted his positioning until he could relax his elbows on the table. Apollo's gestures, even if not always his speech, said he was comfortable with Mr. Wright, despite the knowledge that uncertain results were abound. "Pretty much what I told you before. We met when you were on trial for murder some months ago." Not exactly the best way to meet one's idol, but as fate would have it...

Edited (WOW, STOP EDITING) 2012-08-26 13:21 (UTC)

Phoenix looked quizzically back at Apollo. He should have been more surprised, given the circumstances, but seeing as Phoenix had been falsely accused of murder twice already in his life, it was more of an annoyance than anything.

"O-oh... That's... Well, who was I charged with murdering?"

He was assuming for now that he got out of it free and that he didn't actually murder anyone. If his future self committed murder, Phoenix might have to go home and cry.

"Shadi Smith," Apollo stated, voice low for the moment. As he continued, guessing Phoenix would be unlikely to recognize the name, its volume steadily increased, stitched with confirmation. Apollo plucked a packet of sugar from the steel caddy sitting at the far end of their table. He had nothing to really do with the thing, but he was distracting his hands. "Otherwise best known by his stage name: Zak Gramarye."

Phoenix's eyes widened at the name. Shadi Smith. Zak Gramarye. Yes, he knew that name very well.

"He's... dead?" Phoenix thought he had just disappeared, abandoning his daughter with little rhyme or reason. "That's unfortunate to hear."

A pause. "Whatever happened to his daughter?"

Trucy's name filled Apollo's mind with an uncertainty attached to it. He was locking up on it, ready to give Phoenix's magatama a warm-up, but as soon as his doubt arose, it fell again, much like his chest as he took a steady breath. He was undoubtedly worried about her, was all.

"Well, you... adopted her, Mr. Wright. She goes by Trucy Wright now."

Phoenix watched Apollo hesitate, ready for his magatama to show locks around his being. And then when he spoke, Phoenix was almost sure that the magatama would deliver locks.

But there was nothing. And in the course of a few seconds when Phoenix realized Apollo was telling the truth, his eyes widened, his mouth opened a bit, and his mind went in circles.

A daughter. The little girl Shadi Smith abandoned ended up being Phoenix's daughter.

"But... I... but it's been almost a year since then!"

And then there was a horrible pang of guilt spreading throughout his body as he realized just what this meant. If Apollo was truly from the future, truly knew what was going to happen, then Phoenix had already screwed things up. If he was to adopt Trucy after that trial, then that meant that now, Trucy had no one. Obviously if he adopted the girl and still had her seven years later, it meant that her biological father never showed to claim her.

There was a little girl out there with no home, and it was Phoenix's fault. If he hadn't submitted that forged evidence, then Shadi Smith might not have disappeared. Trucy wouldn't have ended up practically an orphan. If Phoenix hadn't taken this job at this school, then Trucy would have a home again...

"Oh god..."

His face slumped in his hands as he realized the implications of all of this. Apollo wasn't lying. He knew so much about Phoenix, it seemed, and about that trial, and of course, about Trucy. And the magatama never reacted.

Apollo's heart sank to a level so low that the devil could make a cozy seat of it. Mr. Wright as he sat before the young defense attorney was not the mentor (so to speak) that he had grown accustom to. The man back home had grown cold and aloof if this was who he used to be and, if Apollo had to give his senses any credit, his reactions were very real and very painfully honest.

"M-Mr. Wright?" Apollo spoke under an exhale of concern. "What's wrong?"

Phoenix wished that Apollo was lying. He wished that none of this was true, that Trucy had found a good home after being abandoned by her father, but he knew somehow that it wasn't to be.

"How long..." he choked, "How long after that trial... did I adopt Trucy?"

It had been almost a year and he didn't keep in contact with her at all. He prayed. Prayed that she was okay.

Apollo looked toward his lap as if the answer would be waiting there for him, hidden beneath the table to keep it tucked away from Phoenix's view. He and Trucy had discussed the situation rather briefly, the teenage girl maintaining her strength and insisting that despite her loss, Mr. Wright was her father now. That, regardless of the fact Phoenix didn't have to do what he did, he rather quickly took Trucy into his own care and it ultimately meant the entire world to a little girl who had not only been abandoned but helped her biological father do just that.

Apollo would smile at the redemption it shined over the Mr. Wright he knew, but now wasn't the time.

"I believe it was a couple of weeks after the end of the trial, though I could be wrong. I'm just going by what Trucy told me."

And then Phoenix's heart sank even more. A couple weeks after the trial. It had now been almost a year and he had not gotten in touch with Trucy. She was probably eight by now, but... she was probably in a foster home or something. No no no. He couldn't get rid of the horrible guilt that coursed through every inch of his body.

Trucy was a sweet little girl... He barely knew her, but she didn't deserve to be without parents.

He would ask Apollo what she was doing right now, but that would be stupid. Apollo wasn't from "right now." He was from the future or something. It made so little sense. Even if Apollo wasn't telling the truth, Trucy was still without parents. And Phoenix should have taken responsibility for her.

"I haven't spoken to her since the trial almost a year ago..." he spoke softly. "I need to find out what happened to her."

Apollo's hand pressed to his forehead. How... How was this possible?

No one at that table was lying.

He wasn't on the same page as Phoenix; it was impossible for him to be. While Mr. Wright had plenty of exposure to the insanities this academy brought forth, Apollo only had the past twenty-two years of a stable timeline to work with. His craziest experience was realizing he could see a vein twitch in someone's hand if they so much as told even the littlest of white lies. (Or, you know, watching Trucy pull a frozen chicken out of her magical panties.)

"I don't understand," Apollo murmured. "I just told you: You adopted Trucy. You've been her father for seven years. She's safe and sound at the office." He hoped.

Edited (we all need a panty reference) 2012-09-07 14:21 (UTC)

This was all so damned confusing. Phoenix could barely believe the whole time travel thing himself, but nobody here was lying. His magatama didn't react even once. Was it broken? Phoenix kind of hoped it was, because then maybe the whole thing about Trucy wouldn't be true. Maybe she was fine, adopted by some nice family.

"But I haven't seen her since the trial!" he said, his voice gaining a little volume.

"And I couldn't have adopted her seven years ago. I was still in college then." He spoke this part a little softer, still trying to figure this whole thing out.

"If we had met outside of this Academy, I wouldn't have believed a word you said. But... this Academy... A lot of strange things take place here." That wasn't a complete admission of believing Apollo, but the pieces seemed to fit. After all, Phoenix had traveled back in time seven years earlier this year...

Apollo was without words for only a few moments, but it struck him again what their video conference had been so bold to suggest.

"You mean... 'time travel'."

It seemed utterly impossible, but Phoenix wasn't alone in consideration on what had happened since he arrived. Those hands, for example, remained unexplained, and Mr. Wright came off as a different man than the one he knew. That was a feeling he knew he was unable to shake.

Apollo rested his chin on his palm, eyes lidding a little as he contemplated the world around him.

"... Maybe those panties can time travel, too." It really was turning into that sci-fi show he used to watch.

Phoenix paused for a moment when Apollo mentioned the dreaded phrase, but then he slowly nodded. There was no other way to explain it, other than one of them having gone completely crazy. Maybe going crazy would be an easier explanation. Maybe Phoenix truly went off the deep end after being disbarred.

"I know it sounds impossible but..." It was impossible. It had to be. Time travel wouldn't be a reasonable admission in court. But then again, neither was channeling...

"Wait. Panties?"

Okay what?

"Nothing," Apollo quickly covered up, clearing his throat and adjusting his tie. "Forget that."

Then he began to think, 'What if we assume that time travelling is possible?' As much as he stunk at out-of-the-box thinking in comparison to Mr. Wright, he gave it a shot and took on that reality for just a moment.

Apollo did a gratuitous amount of staring at Phoenix now, taking in the changes of the man he had come to know and the one that walked into his life from that bizarre establishment otherwise known as an academy. This man still looked fresh, clean, and ready to serve the law as it needed him. This was the man he'd come to adore - Well, idolize... you know - and it was bringing over him that nervous sensation he had felt when he first met him as his client. It was like getting a chance to meet a celebrity you loved long after they had died.

Edited 2012-09-12 11:13 (UTC)

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