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"Okay, Phoenix...you can do this. Just focus; it's not like it's all that strange."
Staring into the mirror, that was what the veteran defense attorney tried to tell himself. The reflection that stared back at him, braced against the sink like it was the only thing holding him up, disagreed quite starkly with his mental pep talk.
Sleep and the attorney in blue had not been on good terms lately. Restful Sleep had torn its page entirely out of the lawyer's contacts altogether. And Stress had barged in and taken up a permanent residence right in the forefront of everything else, clogging up any other business that he tried to get sorted.
"It's not like you're suddenly been shunted off to some kind of crazy alternate world or universe where everything is completely off the rails and you can't even find the train station anymore!" He laughed nervously, both hands coming up to run through his disheveled, spiky hair and grip at his head tightly. "Oh, who am I kidding...it's pretty much exactly that." He resisted the urge to just shut down and weep right there, if only just. "I have got to stop accepting offers to travel overseas for business reasons...it never works out well..."
His hands curled tightly, spiky locks of hair squeezed desperately between his fingers. "It...it'll all work out. Somehow. Eventually. I-It always has." Come hell or high water, come strange illusions and parlor tricks or actually tripping through alternate dimensions and getting tangled up in supernatural chaos that left him terrified for his life, it always worked out.
My name is Phoenix Wright. I'm a defense attorney. From Earth, not that that name seems to mean much to most of the people I've talked to so far. My world is normally a lot more closed off and sensible than this. Sure there's a little strangeness, but what lawyer worth their salt hasn't talked to the spirits of the dead or dealt with professional assassins and international crime before?
Slowly, his hands loosened their deathgrip on his hair. "Okay, I...need to get myself together. Even in a strange place like this, I've still got a job to do. The legal system here doesn't seem like it's the same as it is back home, but..." He slammed a hand down on a folder atop a small pile of other documents on the counter nearby. "...it wasn't exactly easy back in Labyrinthia, either." No Professor Layton around to help him out this time. No Maya, either. But it wasn't going to stop him. "I'll just have to do my best...someone is counting on me."
That was how it tended to go. Someone was counting on me. Someone always seemed to be counting on me. Admittedly, the person that was counting on me now was someone I'd never even met before. I wasn't even sure they were human. But...well, it wasn't as if I could let that stop me. If I didn't manage to pull another miracle out of my pocket, the guy could wind up locked away for a very long time at the least -- or dead, at worst! I'd heard some ugly rumors. Depending on exactly what the equivalent of the prosecution around here dug up, it might be my client's neck on the line in a very, very literal sense.
No pressure, right?
"Okay, Wright. This isn't the first time you've had the risk of death staring you in the face during a trial." He smoothed back his hair with shaky hands. "You'll get through this. A little execution if you don't pull through is nothing to make you hesitate. A little thing like 'a completely foreign legal system that only has the barest concept of what an attorney actually is' can't stop you. Just like being a Defender, back then...though hopefully with less swords pointed at my neck."
Phoenix took a minute to carefully adjust his tie, smooth and properly spike his hair, and adjust the set of his attorney's badge at his lapel. Appearances were important, and he had to look his best. "Right. I've...got a lot of work ahead of me. Got to read up on the legal system of this place. And go visit my client at the detention center. Er..." His expression tightened and he covered his eyes with one hand. "The...dungeon. Yeah." He gulped nervously. "Can I really do this...?"
The attorney in blue just wearily scooped up the armful of documents and assorted files and folders, carefully depositing them into some sort of carrying bag they'd given him. "Not going to find out just hanging out around here..."
Staring into the mirror, that was what the veteran defense attorney tried to tell himself. The reflection that stared back at him, braced against the sink like it was the only thing holding him up, disagreed quite starkly with his mental pep talk.
Sleep and the attorney in blue had not been on good terms lately. Restful Sleep had torn its page entirely out of the lawyer's contacts altogether. And Stress had barged in and taken up a permanent residence right in the forefront of everything else, clogging up any other business that he tried to get sorted.
"It's not like you're suddenly been shunted off to some kind of crazy alternate world or universe where everything is completely off the rails and you can't even find the train station anymore!" He laughed nervously, both hands coming up to run through his disheveled, spiky hair and grip at his head tightly. "Oh, who am I kidding...it's pretty much exactly that." He resisted the urge to just shut down and weep right there, if only just. "I have got to stop accepting offers to travel overseas for business reasons...it never works out well..."
His hands curled tightly, spiky locks of hair squeezed desperately between his fingers. "It...it'll all work out. Somehow. Eventually. I-It always has." Come hell or high water, come strange illusions and parlor tricks or actually tripping through alternate dimensions and getting tangled up in supernatural chaos that left him terrified for his life, it always worked out.
My name is Phoenix Wright. I'm a defense attorney. From Earth, not that that name seems to mean much to most of the people I've talked to so far. My world is normally a lot more closed off and sensible than this. Sure there's a little strangeness, but what lawyer worth their salt hasn't talked to the spirits of the dead or dealt with professional assassins and international crime before?
Slowly, his hands loosened their deathgrip on his hair. "Okay, I...need to get myself together. Even in a strange place like this, I've still got a job to do. The legal system here doesn't seem like it's the same as it is back home, but..." He slammed a hand down on a folder atop a small pile of other documents on the counter nearby. "...it wasn't exactly easy back in Labyrinthia, either." No Professor Layton around to help him out this time. No Maya, either. But it wasn't going to stop him. "I'll just have to do my best...someone is counting on me."
That was how it tended to go. Someone was counting on me. Someone always seemed to be counting on me. Admittedly, the person that was counting on me now was someone I'd never even met before. I wasn't even sure they were human. But...well, it wasn't as if I could let that stop me. If I didn't manage to pull another miracle out of my pocket, the guy could wind up locked away for a very long time at the least -- or dead, at worst! I'd heard some ugly rumors. Depending on exactly what the equivalent of the prosecution around here dug up, it might be my client's neck on the line in a very, very literal sense.
No pressure, right?
"Okay, Wright. This isn't the first time you've had the risk of death staring you in the face during a trial." He smoothed back his hair with shaky hands. "You'll get through this. A little execution if you don't pull through is nothing to make you hesitate. A little thing like 'a completely foreign legal system that only has the barest concept of what an attorney actually is' can't stop you. Just like being a Defender, back then...though hopefully with less swords pointed at my neck."
Phoenix took a minute to carefully adjust his tie, smooth and properly spike his hair, and adjust the set of his attorney's badge at his lapel. Appearances were important, and he had to look his best. "Right. I've...got a lot of work ahead of me. Got to read up on the legal system of this place. And go visit my client at the detention center. Er..." His expression tightened and he covered his eyes with one hand. "The...dungeon. Yeah." He gulped nervously. "Can I really do this...?"
The attorney in blue just wearily scooped up the armful of documents and assorted files and folders, carefully depositing them into some sort of carrying bag they'd given him. "Not going to find out just hanging out around here..."