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Move aside, here comes Justice! 

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I'm fine! || Clay & Apollo

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His shouting seemed to startle Apollo, and despite being oblivious at the best of times, spotting the reactions of his closest friend was something he could never be totally ignorant to; for better or worse, and he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly at the fact he’d probably made his pal jump more than intended there. "Oops. I suppose this isn’t gonna be good for the ears of the other innocents resting in the infirmary, huh? Sorry! IS THIS BETTER?" He really didn’t seem to hold any inside voice, and yet, and yet..the sheepish grin and awkward rubbing the back of his head halted for a moment. …He had spotted the reaction of pent-up tenseness, of a wire strung so tightly around itself it was quivering under the pressure, too. Of a wire strung so tight it was snapping in an erratic and worrying manner, lashing out and in danger of snapping back on itself…Clay was not so oblivious he could not see that reaction.

"There’s a lot of stuff about the school I dunno. Like how you didn’t know much about space at first, but I taught you all the info I know, right? I’ll just learn it as I go, but there’s something more important here. More important than some dumb fact that just happened to be one passed over at the time because we were happy to see each-other." Referring to the time in the school they’d first reunited. a moment, the space enthusiast suddenly moved his hands and firmly attempted to clasp them on Apollo’s shoulders, a stern look in those usually joking eyes for ONCE.

"I think, in a place where trials are this out of control…someone to make sense of things is actually really important. I want to try doing that too….but I don’t know the first thing about them. Nobody knows the ins and outs of the system like you do! With you helping me, I know we’d straighten out this place, and…and…” The space enthusiast pulled back, then, determined. " I…I’m really brave and look on the bright side all the time, yes, I know, but. You should know better than anyone what a weak, timid guy I used ta be. I jumped at my own shadow, wasn’t even convinced enough to believe that things could get better."

Why exactly was he so focused, now? He practically seemed to be shaking from how intense the focus was, new tears very nearly running down his face despite how tightly he was clenching his fists. “But someone showed me that no matter how big and dark the expanses of space are, there’s always a light guiding you! There’s always hope! That person…well, it’s because of them I can be so brave now, so I need that person still there, because I owe them so much and because they’re such a good buddy. If that person doesn’t believe in themselves though, then…I’ll do my best to return the kindness they showed to me! That’s what best pals d-do…”

Evidently quite choked up from that talk, he sniffled, and sighed. "Probably look like a big dope right about now for saying such sappy stuff, but hey." The attorney probably could realize easily enough who the ‘person’ Clay knew he owed so much to was…at the next sentence, Clay just played off like he hadn’t been near tears, and patiently listened. As his friend finished, the space enthusiast just stared in wide-eyed alarm from it all.

"…Whoa, really? Jeez, are all girls that complex? How long were you gone on that trip, exactly…? Maybe if we pinpoint that, we can figure out why that girl ya like’s gone angry, and a good way to try and fix it. This is a big problem, yeah…not one either of us can just push away just by the sheer force of ‘we’re fine’, but…I can certainly do my best to help! You don’t gotta figure out a solution to this all alone, okay? Let me share some of the burden!”

If anything, Clay’s determination was evidently unchanged in all the mess.

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Neither of them really had what qualified as an indoor voice. Apollo really couldn't hold it against him, not really having volume control himself. Though he knew Clay could be oblivious to certain things, he knew that Clay would be able to tell when things were bothering him or if he was hiding things. 

Apollo remained silent, paying careful attention to his words. Maybe he was overreacting a bit. Carefully, he raised his eyes to meet Clay's as he laid his hands on the attorney's shoulders. There was a look in his eyes that Apollo didn't normally see unless Clay was absolutely serious. 

He was right though. Allies in law were always a plus. Most of the students here probably couldn't be bothered to learn how a true trial worked, or too complex for some to understand. If Clay was willing to try and learn for him then he needed to stop this self doubt. As Apollo listened he remembered that night in the schoolyard. Clay's mother had passed and Apollo had lent his support, sharing the fact that he didn't have a mother. They'd been best friends ever since. Apollo had been the one to reassure. Apollo had been the optimistic one. Where was that Apollo now?

The young attorney began to feel guilty, reaching out to pat Clay on the shoulder. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize how negative I was being, how snappy I've been...I don't know what's happened to me. Maybe I've changed without realizing." (Maybe with you here I can finally get myself straightened out. Who else is going to keep me in line?) "I guess I have a lot of growing up to do. And we should make the best of a bad situation right?" He gave Clay a little shove to the shoulder. "Thanks for knocking some sense into me. I can always count on you to pull me back when I get lost in space."

There was a minute surge of panic and Apollo struggled to explain. "Some of them here are it just depends. But she's not bad! I mean she was nice to me. She's just been through a lot and she has a hard time trusting people. Like I do. I did for her what I did for you. She was hurting and I couldn't ignore her. It went from there. We were happy once. When I "left," it was a betrayal to her. She came to depend on me for company and I let her down." Apollo played with his hair, flattening his spikes absentmindedly with one hand and then releasing them as he often did when he was nervous or embarrassed. "A month, two? Three? Something like that. A long time. A really long time. Long enough." The red suited teen gave a long sigh, looking at his friend. "I should have realized I don't have to be alone in this anymore. Stop shutting people out. Thanks buddy. We're going to make it." Apollo slowly smiled. "I'm Apollo Justice and you're Clay Terran and together we're going to be just fine!"

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perceptiveattorney;

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Scratching her cheek and laughing it off, the magician only replied, “You’re fine!” It’s true the girl may have looked calm, but she was genuinely terrified by the thought of someone in here snapping and killing another person. It literally made her not only want to quiver, but it also made her sick to her stomach just thinking about it.

Who would go and do such a thing? Maybe there were a couple sickos in here who were just waiting to get their hands on a weapon and beat somebody to death, maybe slice them at that…

No no no, don’t think about that, you’ll just ruin your train of thought and think the worst of things.

“To be honest, I am really worried that might happen— I heard the food in the storage room’s much safer!” she has to keep her hopes somewhat up if she wanted to survive.

If one of the fellow captives knew how to cook up a grand feast with chicken and slow cooked meats and baked vegetables and bread and butter then she’d probably marry them right there on the spot, although the emotional connection would be an absolute hell when she walks into their room and finds them lying on the floor dead in a puddle of their own blood. It seemed that not getting too attached to people would be a good ide-

No no no, don’t think about that, not again.

And with a small breath, Trucy continued, “Maybe we should give the storage room a visit first, don’t you think?” She let out another small laugh before speaking again.

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"It restocks everyday so the worst that should happen is going a day without food at most. Not really what you want to hear but what can you do?"

 Apollo led her through the cafeteria to the back where the kitchen and storage area were located. "I'm getting there. Patience young magician." The attorney nudged the door to the storage area open. "And here's all the food you could ever want. It's surprisingly good. Not like regular school food." He turned to face Trucy who still seemed to be some kind of tense.

"Something on your mind? No one's going to attack you, you know. First off, I won't let them and second, random murder is unlikely. You're not the type to make enemies so you should be ok."

"And you're smart, but your little monomessenger is a good way to keep up with things. You should check it. Even if you don't get a Monotwitter, you should still check the feed because it provides the best information in case something's going down." Apollo gave her a real genuine smile this time. He knew how it felt, setting foot in this school for the first time. It was nerve wracking. It took him quite a bit of time to be able to sleep properly and adjust but he'd managed to do it nonetheless.

"My dorm room is 176. So if you get scared or you need something you can always come and see me ok? I don't care what time it is. Now, let's start picking out food because all this talk is making me hungry."

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ah hello can you draw trucy and apollo building a snowman omg, thank u

Whoops, I did a mini comics again, huh.

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It just keeps getting colder. Really starting to miss that warm California sun. Needs to venture out for food but it's cold. What a weenie.

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Adrift as if in space

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"So you somehow got away from this ‘camp’ where you an’ the others were staying on that rare chance you all got out of the school, but it’s so hard to keep track of one’s location outdoors without a map it was hard to tell what woods - or what general area - you were in at all, huh?" At least, that was what Clay himself could make sense of the explanation, and he tipped his hat with a grin. “Shame there weren’t any stars you might have recognized and used as compasses, because the stars never change position - they’d be a good way to go to wherever you need to, but it’s certainly something we can keep in mind when we all find a way out together, right?”

Though, his hopeful grin soon turned to a incredibly grumpy look at how bad the sullying of justice here was. “That’s so super lame…and if the judge knows who did it, why doesn’t he just instantly find that killer guilty and be done with it? Then again, given I’ve heard rumours he’s the one responsible for trapping everyone here, it makes sense a jerk like that wouldn’t do that…what if you got a trial half right and half wrong? Would everyone just be let go because of the tie, or would something super-bad happen? …Nah! Not like something like that would take place anyway!”

He brushed off that idea now, but the cruel irony was the ‘what if’ of that question may be answered in a way nobody wanted or asked sooner than one thought. “We could both be space lawyers! Uhm…hang on…” Doing an incredibly dorky pose, the blue-clad male beamed.

"In the name of the moon, we will punish you evil-doers and find the truuuth!"

If he was aware as to how silly that sounded, he gave no impression to it at all. “Take all the time you need to explain, buddy: right now, I reckon we should just be making up for lost times of friendship together, eh??”

Chuckling along with his bad jokes, though, as the topic shifted and he saw a genuine smile on his friend’s face, he exclaimed: “Hey, I reckon I’m doing my ‘day job’ of keeping smiles on peoples face as numerous as the stars when not in the space centre pretty well, thank you!”

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"Something like that. We didn't have maps and the bear made sure we'd spend our time being lost if we tried to make a run for it. As for the stars well, regardless I don't think it made much difference. " No doubt the bear had made sure there was no escape from the woods. In fact Apollo had wandered them, lost and sure he'd seen the same trees a million times no matter what direction he'd been walking in.

Apollo laughed gently. "Well that would take all the fun out of making us work for it then wouldn't it? The whole point of this school is to make us despair. We have to work towards finding the culprit. And of course having anyone else be the judge other than himself, not happening." Apollo thought about Clay's question, frowning deeply. In all the time he'd been here it hadn't ever happened. They'd managed to correctly 'convict' the right culprit each time. "I don't actually know. We've never had that happen in the time I've been here. I don't think I want to know. It won't be good. Even when it seems like we might come out on top without casualties, it just doesn't work that way." Ironically they'd have their answer sooner than they thought.

Apollo laughed at his dorky best friend. He'd missed his best bud quite a lot. That sure seemed awfully familiar though Apollo couldn't place it. "We'll be sure to deliver some justice! The right way! And pursue the truth!"

Apollo decided to save the story for later. "That's right. We have all the time in the world now. Believe it or not this place has quite a bit to keep us busy. I'm sure we can get into something."

"You do that pretty well. Which is good because we're going to need it. Things can get pretty dark here sometimes. I've done my best to stay as optimistic as possible." Apollo shook his head and continued giving the tour. "The dormitories are this way. I can show you mine first and then we'll locate yours."

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One melancholic expression shifted to a mischievous smile in less than a split second, whole head turned towards the hallway they’re walking on. “But, no matter what happens, we need to be optimistic or we’ll lost hope!”, she responded in a cheerful manner, almost diminishing the fact that her previous thoughts were about herself panicking so much about their current situation. Was it even possible for her to feign her smiles at this point?

“That’s more like it! Your Chords of Steel’s much better than before, Polly!” Somehow, maybe for somewhat reason, his smile was slightly crooked, or was it just her lashes fluttering too fast?

"Alright! It’s quite relieving now that you’re here and I know I’m not alone. I wonder what kind of food they have here. I haven’t touched food since I was…” Outside. “.. since I woke up…” Why did she kept on repeating the same words over and over again? Nervousness? Anxiety? She doesn’t know anymore.

Facade breaking for a swift moment; blue hues dimming down and showing almost obvious unhappiness and despair. This was somewhat understandable, … It wasn’t as if anyone would be jumping off the wall in utmost glee after being smacked across the face with news like that. Despite her low spirits, she was sure she wouldn’t succumb to killing one another.

Back to the main focus— which was the hallway to the cafeteria, a smile immediately took form once more on her porcelain features; showing nothing but glee and positivity— she was a magician, after all. Her smile was needed everywhere.

"Say, Polly, do you know how to cook? Although I may not look it, I actually have quite the knack for cooking!”

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Of course Trucy would look to the optimistic side no matter what. Apollo could use more positive people around. He remembered trying to find a way out with several of the other students but so far no progress had been made. In fact that group had fallen apart in his absence. "I've had all the hope I can get. Trust me." Despite her insistence of remaining hopeful, something seemed off.

At the compliment Apollo couldn't help smiling sheepishly. "R-really? Well, I've had a lot of free time to practice. I can also put it to use during the trials." (When I even attend them.)

Apollo gave her  what he hoped was a reassuring smile. Which probably isn't that reassuring at all. It wasn't the worst situation they could be in but it wasn't the best either. Even if her presence here made him nervous, he would do his best to look out for her. "It's ok. I know how you feel. I've been kinda on edge lately and haven't really had a decent meal. They have quite a bit to chose from actually." Apollo's expression became serious. "You also have to be careful. We've had some food scares lately."

Apollo could swear he saw her smile waver or maybe he was just imagining it. He wouldn't bring it up. The attorney led her through the cafeteria, pushing open the door to the area where all the food was kept. He was almost taken off guard by the question. "Heh, me? Well, I've gotten a bit better at cooking. You don't really have much of a choice when you have to fend for yourself. However if you want to have a go at cooking then be my guest."

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I'm fine! || Clay & Apollo

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Clay could not perceive or sense anything beyond the sense of sheer relief and feeling emotions uncontrollable wash over him at knowing his friend was alive and well when he’d assumed death to be as permanent as it was outside the - and really, the fact he was bawling his eyes out in those outpouring of emotions meant he couldn’t spot those other things even if he tried, now, but he was vaguely aware of Apollo being frozen, unable to hug him back. This…probably seemed really dumb to his best friend, he finally realized after a few good minutes, and Apollo was probably at a loss of what to do. Oops.

Maybe he should pull away, but…but…he was scared that if he let go this would all be some dream. Was this how Apollo himself had felt on seeing him happy and well in the school after staying there so long? Thankfully for the space enthusiast’s inner concerns on that matter, he didn’t need to be worried about it, as Apollo suddenly grabbed the edges of his jacket…he was shaking, so much unlike him, and Clay could only guess having to be executed had throw Apollo just as much for an awful spiral as it had himself, as strong as he’d tried to be for his lawyer buddy’s sake.

He’d thought HE sounded a right embarrassment, but Apollo’s voice was shaky, too. “D-don’t apologize…your text made it clear what happened, ya know? Not like anyone can help the fact that pointing fingers just hides the truth rather than helps people to find it…that’s why I found this star badge in the storage room, so I could…try and help collect evidence in trials so that…so that didn’t happen again, so nobody had to go through what you musta done…” The star-shaped badge on his jacket was still clear to see.

Also, what Clay himself and the other innocents ‘punished’ for the wrong answer had to go through. He tried his best to recover his voice’s usual energy with shaky breaths as the hug continued, but to no avail. “…You’re my best friend, Apollo! Of course I’m gonna m-miss ya and be sad when something bad like that happens - I said that in my text, didn’t I? That we’re best buddies no matter what..a-and I don’t care if you messed up that one dumb time because I STILL meant what I said!”

Sniffling and managing to pull his face away from the lawyer’s shoulder before he literately drenched it in tears and gross stuff, Clay’s thankful - exceedingly grateful to see his friend again - look, shining with renewed strength changed to a grumpy one at the negative talk, and he aimed a mock ‘punch’ like the sort of affectionate ones friends usually did at Apollo’s shoulder, exclaiming: “Hey, just because that trial w-was a bust…doesn’t make you a bad lawyer! Look at rockets and launches…I don’t remember much of my past, but there was a launch where all sorts of bad things happened, I know. But they still got through it, thanks to support and help - and they kept trying!”

Though his voice still shook a little, he clenched his fists and his determination grew. If Apollo was just as upset as he had been about the death…it was the fair, the right thing to do, to help. After all, he only was the brave person he was today thanks to his best friend here. So to return that favour was what a good buddy would do…right? OF COURSE!

"If you’re a mess like that launch was, then….I’ll be your personal support crew, just like old times! Executive space lawyer Clay Terran, ready to help Apollo Justice achieve lift-off! Countdown! 3 - 2 -1…YOU’RE APOLLO JUSTICE, AND YOU’RE FINE, AND IF YOU NEED TO TALK TO GET SCARY DEATHS OFF YOUR CHEST I’LL LISTEN!!!”

He certainly….didn’t waste any time in breaking out their saying and being loud. But perhaps for once, the fact he was so noisy would be of great assistance rather than hurting ears…after all, he couldn’t think of a better way to talk to Apollo and help show support for him.

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Several moments passed before Apollo managed to calm himself. The young attorney went silent, still holding onto Clay's jacket. Apollo was sure he looked a mess, hair in disarray, eyes red from crying, body still shaking all over. There's so much he wanted to say. So much he needed to get off of his chest but he can't bring himself to speak. Can't bear to burden his best friend with his problems. And even if Clay says he doesn't mind a hundred times Apollo still can't find it in himself to do it.

Part of him is terrified but of what, he's can't be sure. Clay is one of his most open minded and close friends. There shouldn't be anything to worry about. Apollo's gaze is to the floor, clearly upset with himself for behaving so erratically, so unlike himself. He just can't seem to keep himself under control suddenly. Apollo doesn't care that Clay is crying on him. Doesn't mind because Clay is here, a strong and comforting presence that he needs. He is also upset because Clay is upset over him. Such a silly thing to be worried about.

Apollo listened to his best friend before gently releasing his coat. Only lifting his eyes to study his companion after receiving a friendly 'punch' to the shoulder. He wanted to explain. It's more than just a trial. It's more than the sheer terror of being brutally executed unexpectedly. It's a mounting pressure of all these things that are bearing down upon him. The gravity of a situation where becoming too close to someone could mean their death at the hands of someone else he cared about. And on the opposite end of that spectrum, a deadly game wherein he must manage to impress that same person and prove undying loyalty. Failure or boredom results in his own death, and it isn't going to be pretty.

He almost went backwards off the bed, not expecting Clay to yell so suddenly, making him let out an indignant un-Apollo-like squawk of surprise. Guess he should have expected that one. It took a second for Apollo to regain self-control. Words couldn't express how grateful the young attorney was to have a friend like Clay. His gaze hits the sheets as he picks at them anxiously before speaking. "Clay..." He already felt his eyes began to water but he doesn't let the tears fall. "I didn't realize you didn't know. About the revival thing. I would have told you." He continued to pick at the sheets, still not looking up. "I haven't been able to even attend a lot of trials. They aren't proper trials. I have a duty to find the truth. But it doesn't matter. My skill is worthless here. Trials are so out of control here. Anyone can do it. Better than me. That goes without saying. I'm not needed." Apollo looked miserable, running a hand through his already messed up hair. "But it's not just trials and the execution." Apollo suppressed a shudder at the memory. He didn't want to speak anymore but he knew Clay would know something was up. He deserved to know. "It's more than that. A lot more." 

"Saying I'm fine just doesn't cut it anymore. This is reality. This sugar coating things doesn't work for me. Death may not be permanent here but it's real. The girl I mentioned when you first arrived, well we ended up getting close." Apollo began to look mildly uncomfortable. "She was the closest person to me. I got her to open up to me and we ended up...dating. I spent a lot of time trying to get her to open up. Then, that trip happened. After I made it back, well she wasn't too happy with me. I made a promise not to leave her and well..." Apollo snorted derisively. "I got a nice stabbing for my efforts to talk to her, and now I'm on," he paused giving a sarcastic laugh, "probation. I have to find a way to prove that I'm loyal only to her otherwise anyone I appear to be showing more loyalty to can result in their death at her hands. And I have to impress her before she becomes bored or I get to die by her hand. Sorry if I don't believe everything is fine. Now I have to worry if the girl I think I've so foolishly fallen in love with is going to kill someone I'm close to or just kill me instead." Apollo buried his face in his hands, feeling extremely tired. 

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Team Defense || Phoenix & Apollo

For the second time that week Apollo dropped the item he'd been holding in his hands. A small part of him lamented the loss of his bagel to the dirty floor of the school.

(Rest in peace bagel. You will be missed.)

It took Apollo a solid moment to figure out that it was indeed Phoenix Wright standing in the hallway of Hope's Peak and that he wasn't dreaming or having some weird hallucination. In less than a week's time, Clay, Trucy and now Phoenix Wright had shown up.

(This is getting out of hand. I can't believe it.)

When he was absolutely positive it was him, he raced to the other. "Mr. Wright!" Apollo's loud voice echoed through the long hallway.  It was nice to see another friendly, familiar face. "Trucy is going to be so happy to see you."

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"Polly! It really is you! I am so glad to see you here!"

At least he doesn’t look like he’s down like the others she encountered so far. But being sad wasn’t going to make it better, being sad wasn’t going to change the fact they were stuck here. So stopping until she walked up beside him, Trucy stood on her toes to sling an arm around his shoulders and give him a little squeeze. Sure what the bear said bothered her, but moping about it, and thinking on all the negativities won’t change. It was like…..a giant time out, like from the day care.

"Don’t look so gloomy, Apollo! Think of this like a day care. You got put in time out for doing something. And all you got to do is wait. Try and fight it, and you’ll be put in longer. So, I say we do is try our best to make this as doable as possible. I’m sure we’ll figure a way past all the iron plates! We’ll be out of here in no time!"

Sure her words were to offer comfort to the boy, but frankly he should be tough enough to handle this on his own, to be able to not give in to the pressure or the temptation to try and ‘graduate’ this place. Another familiar person, was another less likely murderer. So that caring smile was given to him, and she let go of him and continued to talk.

"How about you, Polly? Are you hurt? Teehee, you looked like a deer in headlights when you saw me just now. What a sight! Say, do you wanna go in the cafeteria together? I haven’t eaten anything ever since I woke up from that weird classroom."

Having not been in there before, Trucy didn’t exactly know what to expect. What if someone was already there? What if someone was planning a killing? She was terrified. But she couldn’t show it and instead had to be as brave as she could.

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Trucy. She had no idea. Apollo may not have shown it too much on the outside but a lot was going on inside. Reluctantly he reciprocated the little hug she gave. It was wonderful to see her. If only it were under better circumstances.

Day care? That got him riled up. “This is serious. We’re far past the need for baby sitters. It’s more like a prison than anything else.” The young magician did have weight of truth to her words.  Apollo did not have the heart to tell her he and some other students had been trying for months.

The attorney had no desire to ‘graduate' the academy. Killing someone and leaving others behind held no merits. In fact it was even more of a punishment. Apollo couldn't be so sure that someone who would hurt or even kill someone close to him, could be spared that fate. Even friends hurt other friends.

Apollo sighed, letting a small smile actually grace his face. Wow. “I’m fine!” As if to call him out, his previously injured shoulder to started to ache. The one Hitagi had left the brutal reminder of her ‘game’ on. The lawyer fought down the urge to rub at it. “I’m fine! Just a little…surprised I guess. I didn’t expect to see you here.” Surely she wasn’t as calm as she let on. She had to be scared of residing in this school with students who would kill.

(Why? Why this?) 

"Now that you mention it, I am hungry. Come on. I’ll show you the way." He motioned her towards the direction of the cafeteria.

(Don’t worry Truce. I’ll protect you.)

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Has been sick almost all week. Just let it end already.

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I'm fine! || Clay & Apollo

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Now, when Clay had heard his Monomessenger ringing (with ‘Fly me to the moon’, no less), he would have been lying if he said he hadn’t nearly dropped it then and there: he hardly knew anyone in the school well enough for them to ring him, though he was certainly doing his best to change that for the sake of keeping the important promise between him and his best friend before the lawyer had….ugh…it hurt his heart to think about it even now, and it hadn’t even been a full week. Then again, just about anyone would feel intense sadness on losing a childhood friend almost in what seemed a mere snap of the fingers.

Yet, he felt he owed it to his friend who he owed so much of his optimism and bravery to, to stay strong nonetheless, so he’d soldiered on as best as possible. However, as brave as he was, when he looked at his messenger’s screen and saw what had been written there to him, all those efforts almost seemed to fly out the window, a sense of shock and alarm at someone using his deceased best friend’s name to call him - how could they do that, how had they even MANAGED to get Apollo’s phone?

How…how dare they. He clenched his fists and almost snapped his phone in two from pure anger, because the very thought that ANYONE would disrespect his friend by stealing stuff from his body like that royally ticked him off. Oh, he’d GO to this infirmary, indeed. So he could get Apollo’s phone back and shove it right up the thief’s mouth for such a blatant disrespect for honourable folks who’d passed on - he wouldn’t be surprised if the ‘friend’ Apollo had told him about was angry about this too, if she’d heard.

Wasting very little time, he shoved his own phone in his jacket pocket and stomped angrily to the infirmary, ready to start shouting because wow he was so grumpy about this right now - yet, any look of distaste about the ‘thief’ was wiped clean off his face when he opened the infirmary’s doors. No…that person in one of the beds…..it couldn’t be. Just couldn’t be.

Was he seeing stuff now, due to how much he missed his friend? Clay’s face was as pale as if he’d seen a ghost, and in a sense, he had, and he cautiously approached the figure. Was that ‘ghost story’ that black-haired male had spoken to him actually true? 

His voice felt so shaky, so small (almost like old times), when he spoke. “Apollo…I’m n-not seeing stuff, am I? That really is you there?” A tentative move forward, and an attempt to place a hand on the other’s arm to verify if the hand would go through the ‘Apollo’.

…His hand did not go through the ‘Apollo’s arm, and the male’s face shifted to on the verge of tears.

"…I th-thought….I thought you were a goner for good, that we’d never see each-other again…b-but you’re fine, y-you’re…you’re really alive, you’re fine…!”

At this point, Clay couldn’t just stand there any more, and suddenly attempted to hug the other, blubbering incomprehensible words and tears into the other’s shoulder if the hug was successful. Looks like someone didn’t know about the ‘reviving’ thing here.

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"What if I asked you to kill someone, Apollo? Would you do that for me?”

So many people to protect. So many to look after. Hitagi's words ringing in his ears still. ( I can't do this anymore.)

"If, Apollo, I feel like your loyalties are leaning more toward the two of them than toward me, I will not hesitate to kill either of them."

(The only way is to put distance between the people that matter the most. Just for a little while. Is it...worth it?)

Apollo heard footsteps outside the door and lifted his head. Brown eyes shifted towards the door as it opened. There was a split second when he noticed Clay standing in the doorway, looking angrier than he could ever recall him looking in all the years they’d known each other. Clay’s face went deathly pale so quick that Apollo was sure he might have just imagined him angry. Still, he did not respond, merely watching his friend in an almost trance like state.

"Justice." Hitagi's voice...

(I can't! I can't just leave everyone behind. But their safety is more important.)

The sound of a normally confident voice, now so tiny and shaky it was almost alarming and yet Apollo showed no change in expression, merely watching Clay. He did not move, nor answer when Clay touched his shoulder in a mirror of their first meeting within the walls of Hope’s Peak. He was real. Alive. Lost in thought. Through the daze, Apollo could see Clay was on the verge of crying. Over him. (No. Stop.) He didn't realize people revived? He thought he knew. A fresh surge of guilt filled Apollo. He was fine. He was fine. Everything was fine, right?

"From this moment forward, you must do what I say when I say it. Any arguments will result in punishment."

(Why is this happening? Why do I feel so out of control? Why can't I stand up? Why can't I be fine? I want to go back.)

"Prove to me that you will never leave me again and that you are loyal to only me. If you can do that before I decide to kill you, you will win. And if you fail to do so, well…”

(Stop. Stop crying. I'm fine. I'll be fine. As soon as I figure out how to make these problems go away.) The attorney felt himself being pulled into a hug, he gave no resistance at all and found himself unable to decipher what Clay was even saying at this point. His best friend was clearly upset and he couldn't say a word. Apollo desperately wanted to say something but the words wouldn't come. Instead he continued to remain still. No words. No movement. Trapped in his own world with only his thoughts for company. (I can't hold this in. I can't hold this back anymore. It won't go away. I don't want to do this. Forgive me...)

Hitagi's voice continued to haunt him."If I were to ask you to do it, though, it would be someone with which you have formed an attachment." (I wanted both of you to meet. And now I'm scared. To do so now would put you in danger. If she finds out regardless, we're as good as dead anyway. I'm so lost. I'm falling apart. I don't know what to do.)

It was like something in him just snapped. A strangled noise escaped his throat. Apollo became aware of Clay, still crying into his shoulder and making all kinds of incoherent noises and saying things. With what little room he had left between them, Apollo suddenly latched onto the lapels of Clay's jacket in a death grip, small, shallow gasps escaping his throat. He wanted to scream, cry, throw things. Anything to shake this...this despair that was tearing him apart, making him behave so unlike himself. He'd done so well for months, held his head high and not let despair take hold and then that trip had happened and threw everything spiraling downwards.

He buried his head in Clay's shoulder, feeling sick, hot tears slipping down his cheeks. "I-I'm sorry." He'd managed to find his voice at last. It sounded terrible, as if he'd been practicing his Chords of Steel far too much. "I'm really sorry. D-don't cry over me. Please." Apollo began to shake, trying to hold back sobs, clinging desperately to his best friend. The young attorney hadn't meant to upset his friend. He didn't want to go to another trial. "I'm sorry I failed. M-maybe I'm not cut out to be a lawyer a-after all. I'm sorry I'm a complete m-mess!" Though he never said it, it was a silent plea, a cry for help.

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Who wants to have a sleep over with girls when you can hang with this loser?

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陽炎 | 吉宗

This is my winter song to you The storm is coming soon It rolls in from the sea

My voice, a beacon in the night My words will be your light To carry you to me

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Mistaken Identity || Jotaro & Apollo

Apollo didn't really want to sit in the cafeteria today although he was tired of spending time alone. He was going to sit in this cafeteria and enjoy every second of it, even if it killed him. Balancing his breakfast on his tray, he walked through the tables trying to pick a good spot to sit. Maybe some of his friends were in here.

There! Blue coat. Hat. Dark hair. His best friend was sitting at a table in the far corner of the cafeteria. Happily he made his way to the table and plopped down next to him. "Good morning Clay! H-" Wait a minute. Just as he was getting a better look, the guy turned and he realized his mistake. It wasn't Clay.  How in the world had he mistaken this guy for Clay!? From far away they sort of had a similar appearance? But close up they looked nothing alike. This guy was huge. Embarrassment flooded Apollo's face. Fantastic. "S-sorry! Sorry! I thought you were someone I knew!" (Great move, Justice. Awkwarrrd.) Apollo drew his attention to his food, trying to make himself as small and invisible as possible.