[For threads from the IC Intro Log of April 2015! Phoenix has no top level there, but feel free to use this as a catchall for running into him around the ball. He'll mostly be hanging around plainly, but he can also end up spending time near the hallucinogenic plants.]
( The truth. The idea of a prosecutor searching for the truth as if it is something tangible, to be touched, is so incredibly naive. It makes Manfred both want to laugh, and break his previous promise not to explain himself. But not entirely. )
The truth? The truth, Mr. Wright, is that criminals belong in jail. That's all.
( That second comment, though, is worth pursuing further. )
But back to you and Edgeworth. Would you say that you're quite well acquainted, then?
[Is that the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth? I don't think so, Von Karma. But this is definitely not the time and place to fight that battle... I have to focus on keeping him off of Edgeworth's trial. It's for all of our own goods.]
Fairly... somewhat well-acquainted, I guess you'd say? [He hopes that Von Karma will take him for a nervous idiot rather than a nervous bluffing idiot.] Ever since he became a prosecutor, he's really given me a cold shoulder most of the time, at least in a professional sense.
That's because you're a defense attorney. Don't take it personally. ( Because he couldn't resist, and it's more of the truth that this attorney seems to love so much.
For this next part, he goes out on a limb, testing his assumptions. )
What a pity he didn't follow in his father's footsteps.
I'll try not to. [He says that with a decisive frown.
That crack about Edgeworth's father- it pushes at him. But he knows he can't break and can't reveal the truth just yet. Edgeworth's counting on me. As wrong as this feels...]
His father was quite the attorney, from what I hear. I was surprised when I heard that Edgeworth chose the other career path instead.
As was I. ( Probably the most honest thing he's said all night. ) I must admit I am curious, but I doubt that I'll find the answers that I'm looking for tonight.
( Defense attorney Phoenix Wright is mentally stored in the folder marked as 'Useless', at least for now, at least until that 'childhood friend' lead actually takes him somewhere.
He feels that it will, if he can ask the right questions of the right people. )
[Von Karma seemed to be telling the truth; Phoenix had discreetly placed his Magatama in one hand, without any reaction. With his other arm, he was using the sleeve to wipe away the blood by his nose, and he smiles weakly.]
I'm afraid I can't help you much there. [I'm just a worthless attorney, after all.]
But, um... Is that all? Would it be alright if I... returned to the party?
( He waves a hand, as though he's suddenly lost all interest in this conversation. ) You don't need my permission.
( Manfred turns to make his own departure, as though leaving first will give him the control over the encounter.
He is suddenly blindsided by a gaggle of Gregorys. It's the straw that breaks the camel's back -- the camel in this instance being Manfred. He shakes his cane at the imaginary crowd, shouting: )
Why don't you leave me alone!
( This would probably be a good time for Phoenix to escape. )
( You better run, Mr. Phoenix Wright. Because for all of Manfred's leniency tonight (insofar as a punch to the face can be considered lenient), he won't actually forget you.
Once he's out of the blasted garden's, he, too, is free to enjoy the rest of the party. )
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Natalia's Ball Overflow (IC December 26th)
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Anything falls under everything.
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[ throws logic out the window. ]
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The point is, I don't think I'm ready to try to juggle too many jobs. I lose enough time with Trucy as it is.
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[ Take that!!! ]
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[ That changes everything. ]
Are you going to dance with Trucy?
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...You don't really think I'd do that, right?
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[ She's really thinking long and hard about this. ]
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( The truth. The idea of a prosecutor searching for the truth as if it is something tangible, to be touched, is so incredibly naive. It makes Manfred both want to laugh, and break his previous promise not to explain himself. But not entirely. )
The truth? The truth, Mr. Wright, is that criminals belong in jail. That's all.
( That second comment, though, is worth pursuing further. )
But back to you and Edgeworth. Would you say that you're quite well acquainted, then?
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Fairly... somewhat well-acquainted, I guess you'd say? [He hopes that Von Karma will take him for a nervous idiot rather than a nervous bluffing idiot.] Ever since he became a prosecutor, he's really given me a cold shoulder most of the time, at least in a professional sense.
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For this next part, he goes out on a limb, testing his assumptions. )
What a pity he didn't follow in his father's footsteps.
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That crack about Edgeworth's father- it pushes at him. But he knows he can't break and can't reveal the truth just yet. Edgeworth's counting on me. As wrong as this feels...]
His father was quite the attorney, from what I hear. I was surprised when I heard that Edgeworth chose the other career path instead.
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( Defense attorney Phoenix Wright is mentally stored in the folder marked as 'Useless', at least for now, at least until that 'childhood friend' lead actually takes him somewhere.
He feels that it will, if he can ask the right questions of the right people. )
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I'm afraid I can't help you much there. [I'm just a worthless attorney, after all.]
But, um... Is that all? Would it be alright if I... returned to the party?
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( Manfred turns to make his own departure, as though leaving first will give him the control over the encounter.
He is suddenly blindsided by a gaggle of Gregorys. It's the straw that breaks the camel's back -- the camel in this instance being Manfred. He shakes his cane at the imaginary crowd, shouting: )
Why don't you leave me alone!
( This would probably be a good time for Phoenix to escape. )
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Nope.
He is out of there, running as fast as he can back to the party.]
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Once he's out of the blasted garden's, he, too, is free to enjoy the rest of the party. )