Here Comes Justice!

Apollo Justice, attorney at law. previously affiliated with like 2040293 rp groups. go back a few pages to see the good stuff.

[garyuu-blog]

[ How long has it been since the last time Klavier had left his house? Klavier had been plucking away at the strings of his guitar—courteously left against the side of his bed when he awoke in this strange small cottage one day. He glanced to the clock on his wall, feet up on the table as he leaned back in his chair. 

Oh. Has it really been six hours already?

Like emerging from the dead, Klavier hopped out of the chair and with one suave, swift motion, threw on his leather jacket and proceeded out the door with guitar in hand. He probably needed groceries, but this new environment both relieved and stressed Klavier beyond anything else he’d ever experienced in his life. Ever.

Once reaching the marketplace, bustling with busy bodies as usual, Klavier picked a shady, out of the way corner to lean against a storefront and began strumming and humming a melancholy tune. ]

[ Though his thoughts and heart were constantly hoping the best for the tiny fire that had kept him burning, he couldn’t help but worry about his brother, too. Was he able to escape in time, with his… situation? ]

[herrforehead-blog]

[ Apollo is just about to leave the busy marketplace, having picked up a few extra items he needs back at the house. Though it's crowded and noisy, Apollo picks up the sound of a guitar playing as he hurries through the square, and he glances around, wondering where it's coming from.

And then he sees that unmistakably long, blonde, coiled hair. A big smile appears on Apollo's face, and he can't help but shout out to the man leaning against the wall. ]

Klavier!

[ Once Apollo's close to him, though, he realizes how embarrassing and... uncool it must seem to be so loud and excited to see Klavier. He clears his throat and crosses his arms. ]

Playing music for some spare change, huh?

[clayofearth]

[A long breath escapes him. It’s far from a sigh— he just wants to let a little of the tension out of his own body. Apollo has put the conversation on hold for now so he needs to let it go for the moment. Clay nods and lets go of Apollo’s hand.]

"Okay Apollo, later is fine."

[As they walk again, Clay begins to jot down a list of things to buy while they’re on their way to the market. Apollo speaks up though, with a more relaxing topic. He laughs a bit in agreement.]

"Yeah that sounds like a good idea! I’d prefer to live with you than alone, especially now that we’re not really home anymore. I sort of dug around my house and messed it up though so it’d probably be better to stay at your place."

[herrforehead-blog]

[ Now that they've slipped back into normal, light conversation, Apollo feels relieved. It's like they've resumed right where life left off. That's all Apollo wanted, really. ]

Aha, good. Thanks. I'll feel a lot safer and comfortable with someone else in the house.

[ Apollo gives Clay a small smile, finally able to look him directly in the eye. ]

What do we need from the market, anyway? This'll be difficult, since we're basically starting with nothing... We're going to need to buy a lot of stuff.

[clayofearth]

[Apollo still isn’t talking about what’s going on with him, which is a weird first. His feet stop abruptly on the pathway and he furrows his brows— Apollo usually tells Clay about everything that bothers him, but not this. Despite what he said, Apollo doesn’t look any less comfortable with the idea of him staying. In fact, he looks more anxious.

Clay wants to stay with Apollo, like he’s suggesting, but he has to make sure he’ll be okay. He reaches out and gives Apollo’s hand a light squeeze.]

"Are you totally sure? I know you don’t really want to but we can stop to talk about what’s been going on with you if that’ll help."

[If Apollo chooses to continue with the facade, he really will let it go for now. He can only persist for so long. They’ll head down to the market, shop around a little, head back to their houses and call it a day.]

[herrforehead-blog]

I...

[ Apollo only frowns, even when Clay grabs his hand, even when he gives it a light squeeze back. It was a nice confirmation that Clay was actually here beside him, but it didn't help the weight lift off of Apollo's shoulders. ]

I think I'd rather talk about it when we get back to the house. If that's okay.

[ His anxiousness is visible all over -- Apollo keeps touching his bracelet, his shoulders are tense, his eyebrows are furrowed, and he can't keep his eyes fixed on Clay.

Despite this, he gives Clay the best smile he can as they continue walking down the path. They'll reach the market soon, and then, hopefully, the subject can be dropped until they get home. ]

... Which reminds me! Since you're here, I think it'd be nice if we stayed in the same house. They're big enough, and it'd feel less lonely, I think.

[youreinnocentright-deactivated2]

[ The sun had been in the sky for what felt like two hours since it peeked out from the horizon. Mia observed the sunrise from her bed, stuck against the wall with the window. Usually rising with the sun, it was different this time, nothing troubled her, how strange. ]

Rise and shine.

[ Tossing her covers off, she went into the restroom to prepare for the day. The agenda for today was groceries. Was there anything else? The thought lingered for a bit, this routine was too…casual for a lawyer. Like that, the thought disappeared.

Grabbing her scarf from the coffee table in the living room, she went zooming past the kitchen, breakfast could wait. Mia shut the door behind her. The morning played out like any other morning, the neighbors doing their usual tasks, waving to her as she passed. She waved back, of course.]

[ Some time passes at the marketplace. Mia holds a large paper bag in her arms, making her way through the moderately packed area. Her venture had lead her to the very center of Benu’s central square. She browsed the storefronts, stopping at a pastry shop’s ornate display of sweets. Not having breakfast caught up with her, but the need to watch her diet plagued her mind. The woes of closing in on 30.  ]

[herrforehead-blog]

[ Apollo had been wandering Benu's marketplace as well, just to run a few errands and get some fresh air. He makes his way down the road, and as he approaches the pastry shop -- it wouldn't hurt to pick up a few more sweets -- he suddenly slows down, taking a good look at the woman peering into shop's window.

She looks familiar, but Apollo can't place his finger on why. Maybe they'd met before? Apollo wants to shrug it off, but as he walks closer, the feeling nags at him. He knew that face from somewhere. This could prove to be extremely awkward, but... at least he could escape inside the shop if this was a mistake. Apollo clears his throat to get her attention. ]

Ah, excuse me, but... Have we met before? You look very familiar.

[clayofearth]

[They walk at a moderate pace, down the road to town. There isn’t much going on around them, aside from the occasional rustle of grass and the rolling of stones that they kick around on their way. Clay would be paying more attention to his surroundings to see if there’s more life around but all of his attention is stuck on Apollo.]

"Oh yeah. I’ve only been awake for a little while but I spent most of my time exploring bit by bit."

[He wants to ask how Apollo’s been doing since he woke up, but as Clay peeks at Apollo, he sees nothing but unease. In fact, it looks like Apollo is actively trying to avoid him. Was it really so bad that his best friend felt uncomfortable around him? Another long pause. He nibbles on his lip a little. They’ve made some distance walking but it feels so awkward that even Clay is starting to lose his resolve. His presence isn’t doing anything for Apollo…]

"Y’know, if being around me right now makes you uncomfortable… I can leave. I don’t mind it’s just… I don’t want to stress you out."

[herrforehead-blog]

You're not stressing me out...!

[ Which is a complete lie. The only reason Apollo is stressed, though, is because he knows if he thinks too much for too long, he might cry again. In fact, the idea of Clay leaving his sight makes him even more anxious -- if he left now, how could Apollo guarantee he'd see him again? ]

Please -- don't go. I'm sorry I'm acting weird, it's just that... things have been kind of hard lately, even before I got here.

[ Apollo rubs the back of his neck, his gaze still fixed elsewhere. There lump hasn't left his throat, and he can tell his voice is shaking, but he hopes his words console Clay at least a little bit. This was awful. He's supposed to be happy -- both of them are -- but instead, Apollo feels miserable. Perhaps he should've lied about how long he'd been here. At least then he'd have a real reason to seem shocked and overwhelmed to see Clay again. ]

[hopemaedanagito]

The complete dismissal of the handshake might have been just a tad bit awkward, but Komaeda would prefer that over Apollo having to touch him, then rush to wash off his hands. He felt bad for making Apollo feel uncomfortable, but it was much better than the alternative.

Komaeda follows along willingly, lagging ever so slightly. The last thing he wants to do is be overbearing, especially after just meeting. 

"Oh! If we find more people, I’m sure they’ll be of much better help to you! They’ll probably already know the area, too."

As they continue along, it seems like he’s going to have to eat his words. In fact, while they had initially been in a rather populated area, they were now creeping deeper and deeper into a rundown bit of town. Ah, could he have jinxed them? Maybe he should take to not talking at all, if these were going to be the results.

[herrforehead-blog]

[ Apollo can't help but laugh at that, but it's a gentle, genuinely amused laugh. Komaeda was already quite the character -- he can't remember the last time he ran into someone so humble and nice. It was a nice change. Apollo is used to being teased and picked on by most of the people he meets. ]

Even if someone did give us directions, I wouldn't leave you behind, Komaeda. Don't worry.

[ Apollo's smile fades a bit as they enter the more rundown area. Unconsciously, he steps closer to Komaeda, carefully glancing at their surroundings. He doesn't want to admit to himself that he was nervous, but... they are in a completely new place, and Apollo really has no idea what to expect from it. ]

[clayofearth]

[Though he didn’t ask much, Apollo doesn’t seem to want to talk about it at all. Since it’s making him so uncomfortable, Clay will hold it off until Apollo’s ready. There’s tension in the air because of… whatever it is, but Clay straightens his back and pats Apollo’s shoulder. He wants to say “We’re fine!”, but he knows somethings up now so it wouldn’t really feel right to lie like that. Not only that but Apollo just said that he just only arrived here as well. What happened between then and now?

Clay clears his throat, having not responded in his thoughts.]

"I was actually on my way to the market when you came up. Did you want to join me?"

[herrforehead-blog]

Yeah...! I was planning to get food for the house, too. Good timing.

[ And suddenly everything feels awkward, though he doesn't want it to. This just wasn't the time to explain. Apollo supposes he might as well enjoy their time together, then -- act like nothing had happened. But it's difficult, and he has trouble even looking at Clay, choosing instead to look at the ground or at the scenery ahead, only occasionally stealing a sideways glance as they walk. ]

Have things been going well for you, then? I mean, since you've woken up here.

[clayofearth]

[Even as Apollo pulls away from him, obviously trying to straighten himself up, Clay keeps his hands on his shoulders. It just seems unreasonable to him to let go. Until Apollo is very clearly okay, he’ll make sure that his presence is really obvious.

Anyone could see that Apollo is trying his best to calm down and be strong. His face is still reddened from crying, there’s the threat of tears still in his eyes and he doesn’t even SOUND okay. Clay doesn’t want to make that noticeable though.]

"You did scare me a little, but it’s fine."

[He hesitates to ask what the concerning reaction was for, fearing that he may unintentionally make Apollo cry again. There’s a good chance that there was a large time gap in “waking up”, but it’s still a little unnerving.]

"Although, your reaction worries me. Has it really been that long since you’ve seen me?"

[herrforehead-blog]

Um... S-Something like that, yeah.

[ That was a good enough excuse for the time being. Apollo had just broken down crying in front of Clay, and he was just barely able to keep it all bottled up now. Explaining further, on top of being dropped into a new environment and seeing his best friend cry, would no doubt terrify Clay. And then there would be the issue of Clay thinking he was actually still dead, or something similar.

This was not going to be easy. The lump in Apollo's throat feels like it's growing again, so he forces a cough and crosses his arms. It's hard to act like everything's fine when he's still sniffling and stuttering, though. ]

Maybe we should go inside, or go for a walk. You just got here, right? I just got here, too, s-so I'm trying to figure things out...

[ Apollo knows he's rambling, but he doesn't know what else to do or say. A part of him just wants to pretend nothing even happened; that everything back home was just a big nightmare and that where he is now is better. But honestly, everything about this situation terrifies Apollo -- both the past and the present. Clearly he'd been thinking about it for too long. ]

[clayofearth]

[Whoa. Clay freezes and his grin disappears from his face. He thought Apollo did react a little extremely but now he’s… crying. In all the time he’s known Apollo, there are few times that he’s seen him really, REALLY cry. At least, not recently. Recovering from his initial shock, Clay puts his hand on Apollo’s back and rubs small circles into it.

Maybe Apollo’s been here longer than he has— maybe for him, Clay’s been missing for much longer than he originally believed. He’ll have to ask when Apollo’s calmed down.]

"Shhh, it’s okay ‘Pollo. I’m here."

[Instinctively, Clay holds Apollo a little closer to him. He can’t help it, his best friend needs him.]

[herrforehead-blog]

[ Apollo nods weakly. What Clay says is true: everything is okay now, but still, that doesn't help him calm down. He feels pathetic for crying into his best friend's shoulder like this. It seems unfair, because he knows he's worrying Clay, who's completely in the dark as to why Apollo is upset in the first place. Slowly, Apollo pulls away, rubbing his eyes and taking deep, even breaths. ]

S-Sorry, Clay. I'm probably scaring you.

[ He gives Clay a half-hearted laugh and smile, just in an attempt to smooth things over. Apollo's eyes are still misted over and his voice still trembles, but he tries to act as put together as possible. Crying in relief like this... certainly wasn't a new thing for him, but he'd been doing a good job of not crying in public settings up until now. ]

But really, it's... it's good to see you again. Y-You have no idea.

[cheerfulism]

oo1. rise n' shine. now's the time to be alive.

[cheerfulism]

Just one shot in the dark and already it had given her some light. Thankfully, the people in this place were friendly enough to stop and listen. She wasn’t sure what she would have done if they didn’t notice her, but at least those options weren’t necessary any longer. This made everything a lot easier.

Greeting him with a bright smile, she took a good look at the stranger. He was particularly normal looking, set aside the hair. Curious thoughts about how he got it to stand up like that plauged her. Tons of gel? Did they even have hair gel here, or were there other ways? Shaking her head, she brought herself back to reality, nodding in response to his suggestion. Don’t space out now, Minako.

"I’d love to! It seems like a small place… but looks can be decieving, haha!"

[herrforehead-blog]

That's for sure. Apparently, I went in the opposite direction of the town square, and then I almost got lost on my way back here...

[ Apollo laughs and shrugs. He had, however, taken note of his surroundings on his way there and back, just in case someone else needed some help.

The girl seemed nice, and Apollo already appreciated her energy. Having someone who wasn't so nervous explore along with him would definitely be a good thing. ]

I'm Apollo, by the way! Nice to meet you.

[clayofearth]

[He laughs briefly at Apollo’s reaction, gripping tightly to him. Apollo looks a bit like he’s seen a ghost, but he still looks happy. A little bit of an overreaction maybe, but Clay is feeling emotional too. It isn’t as if he hadn’t seen Apollo in a while, but now it’s not so lonesome. They can explore together! Just like that one time in high school when they took the wrong bus and wound up out of town. He gently pinches Apollo's flushing cheeks.]

"Boy am I glad that you’re here! I thought I’d never see you again!"

[Clay wraps his arms around Apollo, holding him close to his chest. If Apollo is here, maybe his friends are here or maybe the crew is here too! The fact that Apollo is here is a huge relief for him— it means there’s a chance that his sort-of-family are here too.]

[herrforehead-blog]

[ As the realization that no, this really isn't a dream, hits Apollo, the color drains from his face, and his mouth hangs slightly open, speechless. It would make sense for Clay to come back. This whole world seemed to be some kind of giant reset, after all.

Apollo is happy, of course, but it's too overwhelming to hear Clay say what he'd been thinking about for quite some time -- that they would never see each other again -- and Apollo can't help but let out a muffled sob. It was really, truly a relief to see Clay again, so that his last image of him is no longer a mortifying picture in a case file.

He doesn't know if it's fortunate or unfortunate that Clay seems to have no idea what happened to him before this. How could he even begin to explain? ]

[clayofearth]

[Call it his natural curiosity but ever since he awoke in this new world, Clay hasn’t been able to sit still for too long. It isn’t as if it’s being in SPACE exactly, but everything has changed. This isn’t Earth anymore, or at least it doesn’t seem like it’s Earth. The village isn’t bizarre in any manner, but the air feels different and the sky is off. So it’s a new world— one that Clay is trying to explore in intricate detail.

Which is why, at the moment, he’s wandering about the streets to take it all in. Silly of him to forget to document everything, but he can’t hold back the wonder in his heart and the gleam in his eyes. As he’s standing in front of another house, near identical to his own, the sound of footsteps draws his attention. Clay hasn’t met many people yet, since he’s been taking his time to observe the world carefully but—]

"APOLLO!"

[He’s both shocked and relieved to see Apollo here. If he’s being honest with himself, Clay thought he would never see his friends ever again. What are the chances that, upon being brought into a new world, you’d see someone you knew?

Regardless, his excitement boils over and he breaks out into a grin. Clay runs and leaps at Apollo, ignoring the size difference between the two of them.]

[herrforehead-blog]

[ Apollo freezes in place upon hearing such a familiar voice, his heart and stomach sinking. His mind was playing tricks on him -- he was just lonely and shaken and tired. That wasn't unusual. It'd happened periodically ever since Clay died; Apollo would hear his voice just before falling asleep or think he saw him at the supermarket.

But the person in the distance looks like Clay, too. Apollo squints, suddenly worried for his own mental state. Maybe he needed to lie down. Especially because the sight of Clay quickly approaching him wasn't fading.

And then Apollo is tackled, and he stumbles backwards under Clay's weight. Once he steadies himself, he grabs Clay's arms, gripping tight, eyes wide. ]

C-Clay! What are you -- you -- you're here!

[ His eyes immediately well up with tears, and he wants to slap himself for it. It's embarrassing, and he still isn't sure if this is all just his imagination. ]

[unbraidedaa]

[ rapunzel sat on her open window sill, letting her hair run a river of gold and pooling in the grass. it was eerie being so close to the ground yet she couldn’t place why. it felt as if her hair had once been brushed by the breeze and the grass was only a thing she yearned to touch but… here it is. right below her. not even 7 feet away, let alone 70.

she can’t, for the life of her, recall much of anything before waking up in this strange house. certain things seem very off: the barren emptiness of her walls, but the house itself, especially.

and though her memory eludes her, sometimes when she sings an incantation—the one thing she can remember clearly—she sees faces. the faces of a man and a woman, crowned and dressed in regal clothing. their significance escapes her still, but their ethereal presence comforts her. however, many times she’s also seen the figure of a hooded woman, and though her outspread arms gesturing for an embrace seem welcoming, rapunzel only feels a sharp pain at the nape of her neck and dread.

now, it goes without saying that rapunzel is no stranger to isolation but she has no intention of familiarizing herself with it again. with a deep breath and a last glance of her room, she lowers herself off her window sill and begins making her way to the market. it’s time to paint her walls. again.

however, with all that hair trailing behind her, it’s only a matter of time before it attracts attention… or gets stepped on… ]

[herrforehead-blog]

[ Apollo is making his way back home -- he's glad he can even remember where it is -- when he feels himself step on something and momentarily snag it. Nearly tripping, he jumps off of it. A long, golden trail of hair continues to slide past him, and as he glances around, he sees that there's not only a lot more of it, but that it's coming from an actual person.

And he thought his associate had long hair. ]

S-Sorry about that!

[ It's an awkward, shouted apology, but it'd have to do for now. The girl was far off and looked determined to get to wherever she was going. ]

[cheerfulism]

oo1. rise n' shine. now's the time to be alive.

— flames. ruin. destruction.

[cheerfulism]

These were words that seeped into her mind as she finds herself staring outside the window. The bright scenery in front of her was clearly the opposite of her thoughts, yet her heart could not shake the constant feeling of impending doom. It was almost a struggle to get her memories in order, bits and pieces slowly coming up to the surface.

She recalls drifting into a deep slumber with the voices of her friends in the distance; dying— the silence stayed with her for quite some time. Within the midst of her fated solitude in chains, the universe she swore to protect… had fallen. The only thing she couldn’t recollect was the reason behind it. Was it at the wishes of humanity itself or another eventual twist of fate? Did the negative cries for the end of the world prevail over their past triumph?

Maybe it was why images of a fiery bird kept fiddling away at her conciousness.

The Phoenix, right? It was faint, but she knew the gist of the legend. It was a common theme in the fantasy genre, also coming up whenever a symbol of rebirth needed to be represented.

That’s must have been it! It was all the result of a new beginning. A new world. This was not her world though. Even the most desperate plea from her would not bring it back. What now, though? Were she to live out a life here instead? What became of the ones she held close? Her conjured up hope in their safety was the only reassurance she had, but it would have to suffice for the time being. If living was what she needed to do from now on, then she’ll do just that!

Oddities were no stranger to her, so adaptable she will be.

With a newfound pep in her spirit, she frantically waved out the window towards the closest stranger she could find ( one that wasn’t busy, of course ), beckoning them to come her way. She may have looked silly, but she got their attention.

"Um, excuse me! Could… you show me around?" That sounded like a simple enough request. Surely the place couldn’t be too difficult to maneuver in, but company was always better than being by herself.

"I’m kind of new here and don’t really know my way in the village."

[herrforehead-blog]

[ Apollo is startled by the sudden voice, but as soon as he sees the source, he smiles and walks toward the girl in the window. He knows he won't be of any help to her, but at least he could meet someone new. ]

I'm sorry, I don't really know anything about this place, either. Uh, but I have been walking around -- you know, trying to find out where everything is -- so you could join me, if you'd like.

[hopemaedanagito]

"I appreciate the sentiment, really I do, but there’s no reason for you to force yourself for my sake." He knows his value in life and he knows how people are meant to see him. There’s no reason for Apollo to try and coddle him - it’s just a waste of time. A very greatly appreciated waste of time, but a waste none the less.

"I won’t be of much use at all, but if you can stand having me around for an extended period of time, I would be more than happy to do anything in my power to help you."

It’s true that they could cover more ground if they combined what they both already knew and the whole venture would be a lot less lonely if they were traveling as a pair.

It is very likely that he had not washed his hands properly today, so he refrains from sullying his new companion’s hand and instead opts for a small smile in lieu of a handshake. 

"I’m Nagito Komaeda. You can refer to me however you like."

[herrforehead-blog]

It's nice to meet you, Komaeda!

[ Embarrassed, Apollo hides his hand behind his back, as if he hadn't offered a handshake at all. Komaeda did seem somewhat strange, but Apollo had met much, much stranger people. Talking to someone who's a bit downtrodden, but still sweet, really isn't any hassle. ]

And really, don't worry about it. We both have no idea where we are -- of course we're going to feel a bit useless until we map things out.

[ Apollo chuckles and motions for Komaeda to follow him along the path. He can see some buildings in the near distance, and he hopes they're stores, rather than more houses. ]

I think I see some stuff down this way. Maybe we'll find more people over there.

[hopemaedanagito]

Aaah, maybe he shouldn’t have drawn attention to himself. He had just wanted to be friendly, but maybe that isn’t for the best - not if it’s going to make people feel obligated to talk to someone like him.

Komaeda sighs. “I’m apologize that you had to waste your time asking me, but I’m new too, so I’m even more useless than normal.”

He gestures in the direction he came from before he stopped to let Apollo pass. “If it’s any consolation, there weren’t any stores selling food this way.” He’s not lying, but Apollo has no reason to believe him. He won’t be all too surprised if the other decides to keep walking after finding out he wouldn’t be of any help - it’s just the natural course of things, really.

[herrforehead-blog]

[ Apollo is a bit taken aback by Komaeda's stating that he's useless -- he certainly didn't think so. In fact, finding at least one person to talk to was incredibly useful. ]

You're not useless at all! But hey, if we're both new, maybe we can walk and try to find places together. It'd be good to get to know the area.

[ And honestly, he was a bit nervous about travelling alone in a place he couldn't remember. It'd be good to have someone beside him -- that is, if he took the offer. Apollo offers him a smile and extends his hand. ]

I'm Apollo Justice.

[forforensics-deactivated2014012]

❝—money.❞ (open*);

[[ when you’re so broke that a penny means something. ]]

The self proclaimed forensics investigator strolled the active, paved streets of Benu’s market with her flamboyant, pink purse that swung at her side. It was a sunny day with fair weather, so she spent most of her time inhaling lush, green trees and puffy clouds. She also lurked in the market. She leaned into market corners and twisted around stalls. There were many sales for currency she didn’t have. If her dollar bills were actually worth something, she wouldn’t be described as “impecunious” and “indolent” by villagers. 

The US’s dollars weren’t accepted in Benu. It was something that was considered “worthless” and was like giving a penny to a rich man. Right now, one penny was all she needed…in Benu’s cash.

Her neighbors had articulated, too many times to count, the punctual requirements to live here. A stable occupation was one of them. But considering the fact that she just woke up from a dead slumber, she couldn’t really have the mind to work yet. She was still ripe and fresh from the dead, confused yet enthralled by the story of The Phoenix. So many people had rumors in L.A. of this myth, yet she never really believed it. When she had awakened in an unfamiliar house, the housekeeper had explained that she was experiencing the “Phoenix Effect.” Of course now, she had no choice but to put faith in it.

Her previous home had been burnt like toast. It was gone forever and she had been stowed away here. There was no “Phoenix Effect” in L.A., so her town didn’t magically come back. No matter if there was a Phoenix Effect or not, Ema always pondered HOW WAS THIS SCIENTIFICALLY POSSIBLE? The fact that she would be brought from the dead was mind boggling. This technically made her a zombie, right? 

[BUMP! CRASH! FALL!]

“W-Whoa! I’m so sorry!”

Without realization, Ema had bumped into a stranger at the market. She then understood the meaning of “watch where you walk!”

[herrforehead-blog]

[ Apollo drops the bag he'd been holding, watching its contents spill onto the ground along with the young girl he'd bumped into. Clearly, he should've been paying attention to where he was going -- but his mind was focused on remember how to get back home. ]

Sorry! Are you alright?!

[  He doesn't realize he's practically shouting at the poor girl out of worry. Apollo extends his hand to help her up, briefly scanning his eyes over her to make sure she's actually okay. ]