dear_mun | Picking up an old muse and eyeing towerofanimus.

I would have less concern about your mun's confidence in her application and more about the place she seems to be sending you to.

[OOC: Oh my....ASJDFKLJASDKLFJSDKFJSDK MORE ACE ATTORNEY PLAYERS! IT'S LIKE MY BIRTHDAY HAS COME EARLY! :D :D

Mun's obnoxious squealing aside, good luck with your app! I'm sure you'll do fine. XD]

Huh? I hadn't asked about that, actually. [A little too much trust in his mun? Maybe.] Why, should I be worried?

Wait a second... Are you...? [Uh oh, here comes the famboying.] Are you Mr. Miles Edgeworth?

[ooc: Hehe. I'm almost done, so! But thank you~]

You too, huh? Welcome to the club.

Don't worry, Apollo, I'll protect you from the monsters. [Somehow.]

Welcome to the club? Oh, so you're heading to that place, too?
(It's a relief to have someone I know coming along as well, but... Mr. Wright of all people? Really?)
Do you happen to know anything about it?

...Wait, monsters?

Sure am. If my application gets finished in time. Seems like some people are lazy. I can't understand it.

[He's not lazy. Never.]

I know a few things. Yep, monsters. Ghosts and experiments and traps and ... [He trails off, thoughtfully.] As you've probably guessed, it's not the greatest place.

But like I said, don't worry. We'll figure something out. [Might as well try to think positive, right?]

...Of course you can't. You're a shining example of keeping your priorities straight, Mr. Wright.
(Though I guess that's not really a lie... It's still hard to shake that feeling, though. Especially with that tone of voice.)

Oh. [A blank look.] My mun hadn't bothered to give a lot of details. Not that that's a new feeling or anything.

O-Of course!
(Experiments and traps? Just what could they want from someone like me? People like both of us, for that matter?)
I mean, I'll definitely give it my all, Mr. Wright.

Hey, thanks for noticing.

[Phoenix smiles. Surely what Apollo said was completely genuine and not sarcastic at all.]

Close-mouthed, huh? Mine tells me things, not that I always like what I hear. For instance, they call that place the "horror tower", so that's not promising.

Good, I knew you could do it.

...You're welcome.

She says it's "for my own good".
(It's ruining a perfectly good opportunity to practice my Chords of Steel!)
...N-Not at all. But you seem pretty calm about it.

Nice to see my positive traits recognized for once.

Ah, that old excuse. Hm, maybe there's something to be said for not knowing. It's not like knowing's brought me a lot of comfort and joy. So enjoy your ignorance! While it lasts.

...though I kind of ruined that for you there, didn't I?

Not much sense getting upset, is there? It's not going to help any.

Right. I'd be more inclined to, uh, recognize them if you made an effort to show them off more often, really.

[Seriously, he'd suck up to Wright all day if he acted the way Apollo expected him to act.]

...Not really. But if you'd rather I stay oblivious, then I'll just have to get information elsewhere.

I guess you're right. [Not everyone can help it, though.]

Edited 2013-05-04 00:10 (UTC)

I prefer to keep them under my hat.

[He points at his beanie, as if that is literally where he keeps them.]

I bring them out every now and then, for fun.

[Phoenix doesn't want to be sucked up to. It's better this way.]

I could tell you. If you don't believe ignorance is bliss. What do you want to know? I'm a regular font of knowledge.

[And he uses the same finger he just used to point at his hat to tap his forehead sagely.]

I'm not even there yet, so why worry now? [It's all right, Apollo, he knows what it's like to worry, and he is worried, he just doesn't show it so much anymore.]

Of course. Where else would you put them? [Deadpan.] And what moments of fun those are.

[With a slight smile:] Knowledge is power, Mr. Wright. So tell me everything you know, if that'd be alright with you.

Such words of wisdom. Really filling in your mentoring shoes, huh? [He grins. Since he can, he'll save the worrying for when he knows what it is he should be worrying about.]

It's the only logical place.

I wouldn't want you to have too much fun, though. You might get overtired. You get cranky when you're tired.

Everything I know, huh? That's a lot. [He sobers up.] Let's see. The tower's got more than a hundred floors, and all of them are varying levels of dangerous, with monsters and death traps and evil clowns and bugs and screaming and your basic creepy stuff. It's run by these people called the administrators. Nobody knows what they really are, but they have strange powers. They run experiments on people. Operate on them. Change them. Mess with their minds. They tell everyone their worlds were destroyed and they're the only ones who got saved. Which might be true and might not be. It all depends on what you believe. People die in the tower, too, a lot, but they're brought back to life.

Me, a mentor? I'm more of a free agent. And a sandals guy.

That so? [Since when was Mr. Wright around when he's tired?] I'm not really known for having "too much fun", Mr. Wright.

(...This sounds way too fantastical to be true. Sure is creative though, I'll give them that.)
So it's like an elaborate torture tower, is that what you're saying?

...Don't remind me.
(The day you act like a mentor is the day I learn to talk at a normal level of volume, isn't it?)

True, true. I think for you, even a little fun might be too much. Or maybe you're just usually cranky. [Could be.]

That's a good way to sum up. And that's most of what I know. Edgeworth's there, too. And my friend Maya.

You're your own best mentor, Apollo. [Don't rely too much on him.] And sandals are superior footwear.

I'm never "cranky"! [You may have activated the Chords of Steel there.] I can have fun! Just... not everyone's brand of fun.

...Hmm.
(More company, I guess.)
And do you have any idea how they're holding up?

(In other words, you're giving up responsibility. Figures.)
Just don't wear socks with them, alright?

[He considers it a job well done when he can activate the Cords of Steel. In spite of the fact that it hurts his ears.] I don't know, you sound a little cranky right now. Have you been sleeping well?

So, what's your special brand of fun? Filing? Organizing your notes? Sharpening pencils? Yelling at things? [Phoenix has a few ideas on the subject.]

Not too sure about that. They're both pretty tough, but it can't be easy on them. I ought to hurry up and help them out.

Socks? Socks... Good idea. That might just be the perfect accessory for cold winter evenings. I've always wanted a pair of those rainbow tie-dyed socks. Think they'd go with my outfit?

I've been sleeping just fine! I'm fine! Definitely not cranky!!

(Unlike you, my idea of fun doesn't include pressing people's buttons!)
Yes, I consider all of those things all the necessary factors for having just the damn time of my life, thank you, Mr. Wright.

[At least you've managed to calm his Chords of Steel. He's just growling now, as intimidating as that is coming from Apollo.]

...Yeah. If I get sent there, too, I'll try my best to help as well.
(Now the question is: are they as weird as Mr. Wright? Is that possible?)

I think wearing sandals in the winter is pretty counterproductive. But I'd say they'd work just fantastically with the neutral tones of your sweater.

You sure? You seem cranky.

[But pushing people's buttons is the most fun. Well, Apollo's buttons, anyway.]

I'll have to give you some more pencils, then. I want you to be happy.

[Phoenix tries not to laugh at the growling and doesn't quite succeed.]

Right! We've gotta do our best. That's the spirit. You can scare off the monsters by yelling at them.

It might be counterproductive, but it's cool. Us cool guys don't follow the rules. You're right, it sounds like a good match... Though I don't know about following fashion advice from you, that suit of yours is a little flashy.

I'm. Fine. Just fine.

[He'll take the highroad and ignore that remark... But don't think he can't tell you're amused!!]

And just what the hell is so funny?

(This is starting to get a little old. There's nothing wrong with the volume of my voice!!)

...Mr. Wright, just who are you trying to fool here? I'm not hearing this from the man who used to wear a blue suit, am I?

Wait, let me see if I have a pencil here... Ah! [And he presents one to Apollo, having found it in his pocket.] Maybe this'll cheer you up.

Funny? Oh, nothing... Nothing's funny at all. This is a very serious matter. [He adopts a straight face.]

A blue suit? Did I? [He pretends to consider this seriously before shaking his head.] You must have me confused with someone else. Anyway, you can't compare a blue suit and a red suit. They're opposites. Plenty of people wear blue suits. What kind of a person wears red suits? [Grumpy people, it seems like.]

(...The gall of this guy!)

[He takes the pencil, however, and pockets it with a sigh.] Thanks. I'm already starting to feel my mood lift.

(Oh, to wipe that damn look off his face.)
I'm glad you're treating it as it deserves to be treated. You're really growing up, Mr. Wright!

Pretty sure that blue and orange are opposites, not red and blue. But you know, maybe I am mistaken. A blue suit doesn't seem... You. In fact, I can't imagine you in a suit at all, Mr. Wright.

[That's a high-quality pencil right there.]

Good, good. If I had a filing cabinet, I'd give you one, but they don't fit in my pockets.

Growing up? You think? That sounds dangerous. I'd better be more careful.

Red, orange, what's the difference? [Former art student, right here. He nods.] No, a suit doesn't suit me, does it? [Heh.] Good thing I don't wear one. I'd look silly in something like that. [Apollo, you just want him to wear a suit, don't you? ~~Don't worry, you'll get your wish someday.~~]

Maybe you should invest in something like Trucy's magic panties.

Yeah. There's no need for you to be crossing into old man territory yet, right? [Rolling his eyes. At least he's calmer now. No need to worry about the state of your ears.]

(...I tried hard to avoid that pun.)
Not like you look at all silly in your current outfit.

You think? Magic boxers? That could work. I could pull grape juice out of them. Now, that would really be something...

[He seems to be lost in enjoying this thought for a moment or two.]

I wouldn't want to do that, no. I'm young at heart. You could learn a lot from me, Apollo. Give up the pencil sharpening and live life. Play piano and wear a hat.

[Puns are not meant to be avoided, they're meant to be engaged head on!]

I do look cool, thanks for noticing.

You two could match. I'm sure that'd be pretty quaint.

...I already have a day job, Mr. Wright. Though I guess trying something on the artistic side might be nice, my hair would protest any sort of headgear like yours.

("Cool". Definitely not... hobo-like, or anything.)
You're very welcome, Mr. Wright.

Maybe we could do a father daughter act. I'll be her beautiful assistant.

Oh, right. Your day job. I almost forgot. You're still doing that? Piano-playing's where the money's at.

Your hair is violent, that's true... Are you sure you don't run it through your pencil sharpener to make it extra poky?

[Nope. Not hobo-like at all.]

I could give you some fashion pointers.

Don't go and outshine her on stage, Mr. Wright.

I'd ask you to play me a tune sometime, but I value my ears.

[He snorts, holding back a laugh. Totally imagining holding an electric sharpener above his head.] Nah, I'm just talented with hair gel.

Oh, really? I'm all ears.

I'll be careful. I know I'm very beautiful, but I think I can manage to avoid that problem if I try hard enough.

I only wish people valued my ears sometimes and didn't yell so loudly. [Poor Phoenix, he suffers so.]

Sure looks like a talent there. Maybe you should be the one up on stage with Trucy. Apollo's magical hair thingies! Trucy could pull things out of them.

Oh. Let me see. For one thing, I think you could stand a little variety. Try wearing a different color. Like green, or, uh, purple.

[An odd noise comes from the back of his throat.] R... Right. I believe in you, sir.

Hey! [He clears his throat.] I mean, hey, I'm not that loud. Geez.

That'd be a sight to see. Though I'm not really one with much of a stage presence. You're probably better suited to be there with her than I am.

...If I show up to work one day with my hair down wearing a purple shirt, would you be able to recognize me?

Picking up an old muse and eyeing towerofanimus.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

oh my god, nick please

haha, he tries

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject