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And the twisted threads of fate diverge...
"Apollo Justice... A man of many stories, both good and bad. And with the eversplitting timelines that diverge from reality, those stories only continue to grow in number..."
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Klavier was definitely not prepared for the sight that greeted him when he opened the door. He barely recognizes Apollo from afar, and despite his exhaustion, Klavier still runs the short distance between the door and Apollo’s bedside. His mind isn’t working with him because instead of pulling a chair like a normal person, Klavier wastes no time falling on his knees so he can be somewhat level with Apollo, his eyes darting between different bandaged spots on his upper body as if he’s mapping Apollo, checking for injuries, as if he were a doctor, a nurse, as if he could do something.
It was so hard to tell what was wrong, really. He was injured, obviously, but how? Was it internal? Only external? Even having witnessed the explosion wouldn't add clarity. Apollo certainly wouldn't know, anyways.
Clay wondered to himself, idly, thoughts directed at Apollo. he thought he hated him. Or, generally, disliked his presence. A mixed twinge of emotions was thrown back, nothing in the sense of an exact answer given.
It was so weird. So, so weird. Apollo could only stare, for a few, long seconds. Why in the world was he here? Before anyone else? Surely, Phoenix would be rushing. And Athena had a car, right? There were so many others. So many other possibilities. He... his brain lagged, just trying to process it all.
To the first statement, he continued to stare, eyelids drooping a little. He didn't feel exhausted, admittedly. Everything was just... off. Too nervous to sleep, but too numb to want to move. The faded memory didn't help, nor did the spirit invading his thoughts. The spirit who, due to the weakening of its host, seemed to be much louder and more influential, now...
The question of pain made his focus return to the man, eyes squinting more. What seemed to be an incredibly weak sigh was given, before he started to talk again.
"...I ... everything aches. Feels so heavy.... There's... nothing laying on me, right?"
Of course there wasn't anything on him, Clay retorted. He was just drugged. Apollo responded in turn, thoughts uneven. He just had to make sure. And, to be frank, he trusted Klavier more than Clay at the moment.
To the latter's rather thorough chagrin.
The soft chirping of one of the machines increased in tempo, just barely. A slight fluctuation in his heartbeat. It was... probably nothing.
There were very few moments where Klavier was as focused as now. He was attuned to every sound surrounding them, the beeping of the machine, Apollo’s breathing, the raspy quality of his voice when he spoke, the weakness of his sigh. It’s almost as though Klavier was holding his own breath for fear of missing even one simple detail.
“There’s nothing laying on you, no.” Klavier speaks, and his voice is even softer than when he’d walked in. He looks at the redness of his skin from where it’s peeking out of the bandages, and there’s a brief scary thought that he doesn’t entertain. No point in thinking about how it would have been if Apollo hadn’t made it. He was here, now. Very much alive, despite his state, despite the circumstances which had led him here, to this hospital room. “This heaviness, how or where do you feel it?” He briefly remembers the way nurses had spoken to his father when he was in the hospital. Something about validating one’s feelings and physical symptoms. He hasn’t moved from his kneeling position, but now that he’s heard Apollo speak a few times, he relaxes ever-so-slightly, and clears his throat. All that running had made his throat extremely dry, he could feel the soreness, an unpleasant feeling, but certainly nothing compared to how Apollo must be feeling. “If there’s anything I can do, please ask. That is the reason why I am here, after all.”
"Ah... It's... everything feels heavy.", he muttered, before his eyes suddenly sharpened, a brief lucidity filling them. "This is... normal, right? Should I be worried..?"
His heart rate went up, just slightly, once more. The brief panic seemed to subside after a few more seconds, though, the machine's quiet chirps returning to their previous rate. It was, notably, faster than normal. But, as Klavier's own heart rate was likely sky-high at the moment, it was rather hard to notice as much.
After letting them close for a handful of seconds, Apollo reopened his eyes, narrowing them slightly at Klavier. Not out of anger, no, out of genuine confusion.
"...What do you mean, the... reason that you're here?". He paused, for a moment. "Were you... just the closest..?
Did he care that much?
Clearly, he wasn't faking it. Apollo didn't need his bracelet to know that. But, it was unusual- Apollo was much used to the normal Klavier. The Klavier who flaunted himself, even when his nervous tics were as plain as day. The one who never passed up an opportunity to pick on him, taunt him, anything.
This... whatever was before him. It... It almost made him feel bad.
All the while. a biting voice lashed out from within him. How dare he not trust his best friend. His friend, who knew what was best in the situation. Like leaving that girl in the explosion. Why didn't he do that? He would be safe, now, if he listened.
Apollo's expression tensed a little, his heart gently speeding up once more. No, he didn't want to listen to him. An apology was given, of course. Yes, they were friends. Friends in life. But this was different.
So different.
He didn't want to think it, of course, but the thought crossed his mind anyways.
Were they even friends anymore?
Klavier shouldn’t have been laughing, this was no light situation. But the way Apollo’s eyes had sharpened - the way it felt so distinctively Apollo to come to his senses, for a brief instant, even if quite possibly numbed by all the pain-suppressing drugs. He doesn’t muffle the small chuckle, his shoulders relaxing as he looks down at Apollo’s very tired-looking face. Klavier doesn’t even know why he finds it so reassuring, but he does.
The expression of amusement fades instantly at Apollo’s question, however. “Nein?” There’s a hint of confusion. “The emergency contact.” He says. “I was called.” (How was it possible not for him to know?) Emergency contacts weren’t just randomly picked by medical staff in case of emergency. Klavier doubted that he would come at random, if that was even a possibility. No, if Apollo didn’t know, and it was Klavier who was called, it could only be because— He thinks about his brother, Apollo’s former boss. The only logical conclusion, then, would be that they-- The more frantic beeping of the machine pulls him out of his thoughts, and he leans forwards slightly. He frowns, slight panic flashing on his features as he extends a hand which stops short of Apollo’s face. “Herr Justice!” Maybe raising his voice, even if due to worry, was not the brightest idea, in hindsight. “Do you need me to call a nurse?”
It didn't seem like Apollo understood what was funny, no doubt for a few reasons. The situation he was in was one of them, of course, but also...it was simply how he felt like reacting. Very Apollo, indeed.
At the least, it was a little comforting. Despite everything, it was still him, his personality and self were still there. Working through the rest of the injuries would be quite the trial, of course, but at least his mind remained undamaged. Mostly so, anyways.
"...Emergency contact..?" He mumbled, eyes losing their focus once more, as his brows knit themselves together. Clearly, he had no idea what the prosecutor was refereeing to, wracking his brain as he tried to think of anything of the sort. Had he set one recently? When was the last time he set one, even?
His eyelids drooped a little for a moment, before struggling to open again. Thinking on it too hard just made him more exhausted.
Even if he didn't understand the reasons behind it all, Apollo gave an uneven smile in eventual response, as well as a quietly muttered "...Thanks.". The effort could be appreciated, at the least.
Clay had gone silent for a moment. For the first time in a day, he had his mind to himself. As much as he didn't want to think about it, he was thankful for the fact.
It didn't last long, though.
A torrent of emotions suddenly slammed into his mind, making his expression falter and strain. It was hard to focus on it, Apollo being rather overwhelmed, but he could make out a few things. Something about being replaced. The only friend he needed. Why didn't he trust him? Like him? He wouldn't leave. He was here forever. Another moment passed, with Apollo pushing back. Trying to smother the outburst within him, as he could feel his heart rapidly pounding in his ears.
He didn't know if Klavier could tell. But he couldn't care
With only the bandages covering him, it was easy to see his muscles suddenly grow tense. Aside from the increase in heart rate, however, there didn't seem to be anything new wrong with him. He hadn't even said anything distressing, at least not on the surface.
There was one thing, actually, only becoming notable after a moment's time. A line of crimson blood, leaking out of his nostrils, cutting across his strained face. While not white, his eyes were certainly unfocused, staring at something that wasn't there.
Apollo’s uneven smile makes Klavier freeze for a moment. This peacefulness, that was new. He was happy his heartbeat wasn’t monitored, because the machine would have likely caught a beat skipping. The smile in response certainly reaches his eyes, and he nods, basking in the moment, the way the setting sunlight filters through the blinds. The steady beeps of the machine, the fact that despite his state, Apollo was truly alive. This was nice.
Until the monitor sped up, and Klavier saw Apollo tense.He hadn’t responded to his question about calling a nurse, but Apollo seemed understandably preoccupied by his own pain. There’s a gasp as Klavier notices the trail of blood running down Apollo’s nose. Klavier wastes no time grabbing a nearby napkin. He doesn’t even think about propriety, acting before thinking wasn’t his usual modus operandi but it was happening now.
Klavier folds the napkin so he can use it to block the nostril from where Apollo’s blood is coming from, and very gently places his hand on Apollo’s chin, tilting his head forward while being mindful of the bandages, and the tilting of his neck. His fingers press at his nostrils, pinching at the bridge in an attempt to stop the epistaxis. He’d dealt with a number of them in his teens, and knew how to prevent them from getting worse.
“Breathe through your mouth.” His tone is soft, but there’s also an authoritative quality to his words which betrays his worry. His hands are too occupied holding Apollo’s head, but he briefly glances at the nurse call button.
Klavier's sudden approach startled Apollo a little, the touch drawing his eyes back into focus. A rather dumbfounded stare was given to the man for a moment, before he could even start to give an actual reaction.
It was a strange situation, really. The usually proud and prickly man laying bandaged and weak, with who some considered to be his rival gingerly attempting to comfort and help him. At least to Apollo, it all felt like a dream. The previous day did, too. His disorientation and the medication only fed into the assumption, owing to the haze it all left over his thoughts.
Of course this wasn't a dream, his friend's voice muttered. This was all real. Apollo didn't stop hating it all, though.
That was it, at least for now. Apollo could still feel Clay's irritation within him, but the bickering had quieted, allowing him to return his attention to what was in front of him... That being, Klavier's hand and face. The unreadable stare continued for a few more seconds before his vision sharpened again, the frantic rhythm of his breath interrupted as the attorney tried to get it under control.
What else could he do, but follow Klavier's instruction? So, staring at the man with weary eyes, he opened his mouth slightly, breathing in and out. He was much too exhausted to be embarrassed by the man's closeness, his full weight placed onto Klavier's hand as it held his head, the other one seemingly not minded at all. At least for the moment, his full trust was on him. But wasn't it always? They did work together in court, after all. Unlike the usual conflicts that took place there, Apollo and Klavier acted closer to a team than true opponents, working towards a shared final goal.
Maybe it all wasn't that unusual, then.
Thankfully, the chirps of the heart monitor seemed to be slowing, at a much more gradual pace compared to that at which they sped up. While a good thing, the short incident left more questions than answers, and given Apollo's somewhat dazed state, it didn't seem like he'd be aware of much, either.
This is what Klavier saw when Apollo had that uneven smile, by the way. @surging-eyes-seeing-au
//too bad it only lasted a moment before disaster struck 😭you win some you lose some lmao
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Klavier was definitely not prepared for the sight that greeted him when he opened the door. He barely recognizes Apollo from afar, and despite his exhaustion, Klavier still runs the short distance between the door and Apollo’s bedside. His mind isn’t working with him because instead of pulling a chair like a normal person, Klavier wastes no time falling on his knees so he can be somewhat level with Apollo, his eyes darting between different bandaged spots on his upper body as if he’s mapping Apollo, checking for injuries, as if he were a doctor, a nurse, as if he could do something.
It was so hard to tell what was wrong, really. He was injured, obviously, but how? Was it internal? Only external? Even having witnessed the explosion wouldn't add clarity. Apollo certainly wouldn't know, anyways.
Clay wondered to himself, idly, thoughts directed at Apollo. he thought he hated him. Or, generally, disliked his presence. A mixed twinge of emotions was thrown back, nothing in the sense of an exact answer given.
It was so weird. So, so weird. Apollo could only stare, for a few, long seconds. Why in the world was he here? Before anyone else? Surely, Phoenix would be rushing. And Athena had a car, right? There were so many others. So many other possibilities. He... his brain lagged, just trying to process it all.
To the first statement, he continued to stare, eyelids drooping a little. He didn't feel exhausted, admittedly. Everything was just... off. Too nervous to sleep, but too numb to want to move. The faded memory didn't help, nor did the spirit invading his thoughts. The spirit who, due to the weakening of its host, seemed to be much louder and more influential, now...
The question of pain made his focus return to the man, eyes squinting more. What seemed to be an incredibly weak sigh was given, before he started to talk again.
"...I ... everything aches. Feels so heavy.... There's... nothing laying on me, right?"
Of course there wasn't anything on him, Clay retorted. He was just drugged. Apollo responded in turn, thoughts uneven. He just had to make sure. And, to be frank, he trusted Klavier more than Clay at the moment.
To the latter's rather thorough chagrin.
The soft chirping of one of the machines increased in tempo, just barely. A slight fluctuation in his heartbeat. It was... probably nothing.
There were very few moments where Klavier was as focused as now. He was attuned to every sound surrounding them, the beeping of the machine, Apollo’s breathing, the raspy quality of his voice when he spoke, the weakness of his sigh. It’s almost as though Klavier was holding his own breath for fear of missing even one simple detail.
“There’s nothing laying on you, no.” Klavier speaks, and his voice is even softer than when he’d walked in. He looks at the redness of his skin from where it’s peeking out of the bandages, and there’s a brief scary thought that he doesn’t entertain. No point in thinking about how it would have been if Apollo hadn’t made it. He was here, now. Very much alive, despite his state, despite the circumstances which had led him here, to this hospital room. “This heaviness, how or where do you feel it?” He briefly remembers the way nurses had spoken to his father when he was in the hospital. Something about validating one’s feelings and physical symptoms. He hasn’t moved from his kneeling position, but now that he’s heard Apollo speak a few times, he relaxes ever-so-slightly, and clears his throat. All that running had made his throat extremely dry, he could feel the soreness, an unpleasant feeling, but certainly nothing compared to how Apollo must be feeling. “If there’s anything I can do, please ask. That is the reason why I am here, after all.”
"Ah... It's... everything feels heavy.", he muttered, before his eyes suddenly sharpened, a brief lucidity filling them. "This is... normal, right? Should I be worried..?"
His heart rate went up, just slightly, once more. The brief panic seemed to subside after a few more seconds, though, the machine's quiet chirps returning to their previous rate. It was, notably, faster than normal. But, as Klavier's own heart rate was likely sky-high at the moment, it was rather hard to notice as much.
After letting them close for a handful of seconds, Apollo reopened his eyes, narrowing them slightly at Klavier. Not out of anger, no, out of genuine confusion.
"...What do you mean, the... reason that you're here?". He paused, for a moment. "Were you... just the closest..?
Did he care that much?
Clearly, he wasn't faking it. Apollo didn't need his bracelet to know that. But, it was unusual- Apollo was much used to the normal Klavier. The Klavier who flaunted himself, even when his nervous tics were as plain as day. The one who never passed up an opportunity to pick on him, taunt him, anything.
This... whatever was before him. It... It almost made him feel bad.
All the while. a biting voice lashed out from within him. How dare he not trust his best friend. His friend, who knew what was best in the situation. Like leaving that girl in the explosion. Why didn't he do that? He would be safe, now, if he listened.
Apollo's expression tensed a little, his heart gently speeding up once more. No, he didn't want to listen to him. An apology was given, of course. Yes, they were friends. Friends in life. But this was different.
So different.
He didn't want to think it, of course, but the thought crossed his mind anyways.
Were they even friends anymore?
Klavier shouldn’t have been laughing, this was no light situation. But the way Apollo’s eyes had sharpened - the way it felt so distinctively Apollo to come to his senses, for a brief instant, even if quite possibly numbed by all the pain-suppressing drugs. He doesn’t muffle the small chuckle, his shoulders relaxing as he looks down at Apollo’s very tired-looking face. Klavier doesn’t even know why he finds it so reassuring, but he does.
The expression of amusement fades instantly at Apollo’s question, however. “Nein?” There’s a hint of confusion. “The emergency contact.” He says. “I was called.” (How was it possible not for him to know?) Emergency contacts weren’t just randomly picked by medical staff in case of emergency. Klavier doubted that he would come at random, if that was even a possibility. No, if Apollo didn’t know, and it was Klavier who was called, it could only be because— He thinks about his brother, Apollo’s former boss. The only logical conclusion, then, would be that they-- The more frantic beeping of the machine pulls him out of his thoughts, and he leans forwards slightly. He frowns, slight panic flashing on his features as he extends a hand which stops short of Apollo’s face. “Herr Justice!” Maybe raising his voice, even if due to worry, was not the brightest idea, in hindsight. “Do you need me to call a nurse?”
It didn't seem like Apollo understood what was funny, no doubt for a few reasons. The situation he was in was one of them, of course, but also...it was simply how he felt like reacting. Very Apollo, indeed.
At the least, it was a little comforting. Despite everything, it was still him, his personality and self were still there. Working through the rest of the injuries would be quite the trial, of course, but at least his mind remained undamaged. Mostly so, anyways.
"...Emergency contact..?" He mumbled, eyes losing their focus once more, as his brows knit themselves together. Clearly, he had no idea what the prosecutor was refereeing to, wracking his brain as he tried to think of anything of the sort. Had he set one recently? When was the last time he set one, even?
His eyelids drooped a little for a moment, before struggling to open again. Thinking on it too hard just made him more exhausted.
Even if he didn't understand the reasons behind it all, Apollo gave an uneven smile in eventual response, as well as a quietly muttered "...Thanks.". The effort could be appreciated, at the least.
Clay had gone silent for a moment. For the first time in a day, he had his mind to himself. As much as he didn't want to think about it, he was thankful for the fact.
It didn't last long, though.
A torrent of emotions suddenly slammed into his mind, making his expression falter and strain. It was hard to focus on it, Apollo being rather overwhelmed, but he could make out a few things. Something about being replaced. The only friend he needed. Why didn't he trust him? Like him? He wouldn't leave. He was here forever. Another moment passed, with Apollo pushing back. Trying to smother the outburst within him, as he could feel his heart rapidly pounding in his ears.
He didn't know if Klavier could tell. But he couldn't care
With only the bandages covering him, it was easy to see his muscles suddenly grow tense. Aside from the increase in heart rate, however, there didn't seem to be anything new wrong with him. He hadn't even said anything distressing, at least not on the surface.
There was one thing, actually, only becoming notable after a moment's time. A line of crimson blood, leaking out of his nostrils, cutting across his strained face. While not white, his eyes were certainly unfocused, staring at something that wasn't there.
@surging-eyes-seeing-au
//Ever notice how at the end of these a new character is usually introduced?
//Weird. ANYWAYS-
At the mention of a lead, Apollo glanced over to Dayton, narrowing his eyes for a moment. The expression relaxed before long, though- She could easily be bluffing. And he didn't blame her, if she was.
But, there was always the possibility that she wasn't. And if she wasn't... what did she find? He certainly hadn't found anything, but his search had also been... less than professional.
Aura gave a sharp, pained sigh at the mention of Starbuck's case, a flat frown on her face. She couldn't say she was happy about the situation, not at all, but she was also a little hopeless.
"Do you really think they're gonna care enough to overturn things, even with that? No one in that courthouse listens to anyone. The verdict is it, there's no way to fight it."
It certainly sounded the same as Apollo- at least, a less aggressive version of him. Their beliefs had developed separately, seven years apart, but for just about the same exact reason. The courts convicted whatever poor idiot was convenient, with no care at all, no intention of a retrial ever even considered.
Surprisingly, though, Apollo muttered a retort.
"...Well, we're here. We might as well check. It's either that, or... walk right out into the storm."
"That is true.", she returned, a lack of enthusiasm still filling her voice. After a moment, her eyes went back to Dayton, considering her words for a moment.
"Security footage, huh? I might be able to pull that up on my computer. Otherwise, Yuri's your best bet... though good luck talking to him, right now. The guy's beside himself with the mess the space center's found itself in."
She could understand it. But, it certainly hadn't been making her life any easier. The man was in charge of everything from her schedule to her pay, both things being rather important... so when he didn't tell her anything, it didn't leave Aura feeling particularly happy.
Dayton sighed in relief, not ready to face the alternative of trekking through the rain again.
"Just call me Aura."
It was easier to stomach, right now. At least it didn't remind her of her brother.
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Klavier was definitely not prepared for the sight that greeted him when he opened the door. He barely recognizes Apollo from afar, and despite his exhaustion, Klavier still runs the short distance between the door and Apollo’s bedside. His mind isn’t working with him because instead of pulling a chair like a normal person, Klavier wastes no time falling on his knees so he can be somewhat level with Apollo, his eyes darting between different bandaged spots on his upper body as if he’s mapping Apollo, checking for injuries, as if he were a doctor, a nurse, as if he could do something.
It was so hard to tell what was wrong, really. He was injured, obviously, but how? Was it internal? Only external? Even having witnessed the explosion wouldn't add clarity. Apollo certainly wouldn't know, anyways.
Clay wondered to himself, idly, thoughts directed at Apollo. he thought he hated him. Or, generally, disliked his presence. A mixed twinge of emotions was thrown back, nothing in the sense of an exact answer given.
It was so weird. So, so weird. Apollo could only stare, for a few, long seconds. Why in the world was he here? Before anyone else? Surely, Phoenix would be rushing. And Athena had a car, right? There were so many others. So many other possibilities. He... his brain lagged, just trying to process it all.
To the first statement, he continued to stare, eyelids drooping a little. He didn't feel exhausted, admittedly. Everything was just... off. Too nervous to sleep, but too numb to want to move. The faded memory didn't help, nor did the spirit invading his thoughts. The spirit who, due to the weakening of its host, seemed to be much louder and more influential, now...
The question of pain made his focus return to the man, eyes squinting more. What seemed to be an incredibly weak sigh was given, before he started to talk again.
"...I ... everything aches. Feels so heavy.... There's... nothing laying on me, right?"
Of course there wasn't anything on him, Clay retorted. He was just drugged. Apollo responded in turn, thoughts uneven. He just had to make sure. And, to be frank, he trusted Klavier more than Clay at the moment.
To the latter's rather thorough chagrin.
The soft chirping of one of the machines increased in tempo, just barely. A slight fluctuation in his heartbeat. It was... probably nothing.
There were very few moments where Klavier was as focused as now. He was attuned to every sound surrounding them, the beeping of the machine, Apollo’s breathing, the raspy quality of his voice when he spoke, the weakness of his sigh. It’s almost as though Klavier was holding his own breath for fear of missing even one simple detail.
“There’s nothing laying on you, no.” Klavier speaks, and his voice is even softer than when he’d walked in. He looks at the redness of his skin from where it’s peeking out of the bandages, and there’s a brief scary thought that he doesn’t entertain. No point in thinking about how it would have been if Apollo hadn’t made it. He was here, now. Very much alive, despite his state, despite the circumstances which had led him here, to this hospital room. “This heaviness, how or where do you feel it?” He briefly remembers the way nurses had spoken to his father when he was in the hospital. Something about validating one’s feelings and physical symptoms. He hasn’t moved from his kneeling position, but now that he’s heard Apollo speak a few times, he relaxes ever-so-slightly, and clears his throat. All that running had made his throat extremely dry, he could feel the soreness, an unpleasant feeling, but certainly nothing compared to how Apollo must be feeling. “If there’s anything I can do, please ask. That is the reason why I am here, after all.”
"Ah... It's... everything feels heavy.", he muttered, before his eyes suddenly sharpened, a brief lucidity filling them. "This is... normal, right? Should I be worried..?"
His heart rate went up, just slightly, once more. The brief panic seemed to subside after a few more seconds, though, the machine's quiet chirps returning to their previous rate. It was, notably, faster than normal. But, as Klavier's own heart rate was likely sky-high at the moment, it was rather hard to notice as much.
After letting them close for a handful of seconds, Apollo reopened his eyes, narrowing them slightly at Klavier. Not out of anger, no, out of genuine confusion.
"...What do you mean, the... reason that you're here?". He paused, for a moment. "Were you... just the closest..?
Did he care that much?
Clearly, he wasn't faking it. Apollo didn't need his bracelet to know that. But, it was unusual- Apollo was much used to the normal Klavier. The Klavier who flaunted himself, even when his nervous tics were as plain as day. The one who never passed up an opportunity to pick on him, taunt him, anything.
This... whatever was before him. It... It almost made him feel bad.
All the while. a biting voice lashed out from within him. How dare he not trust his best friend. His friend, who knew what was best in the situation. Like leaving that girl in the explosion. Why didn't he do that? He would be safe, now, if he listened.
Apollo's expression tensed a little, his heart gently speeding up once more. No, he didn't want to listen to him. An apology was given, of course. Yes, they were friends. Friends in life. But this was different.
So different.
He didn't want to think it, of course, but the thought crossed his mind anyways.
Were they even friends anymore?
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Klavier was definitely not prepared for the sight that greeted him when he opened the door. He barely recognizes Apollo from afar, and despite his exhaustion, Klavier still runs the short distance between the door and Apollo’s bedside. His mind isn’t working with him because instead of pulling a chair like a normal person, Klavier wastes no time falling on his knees so he can be somewhat level with Apollo, his eyes darting between different bandaged spots on his upper body as if he’s mapping Apollo, checking for injuries, as if he were a doctor, a nurse, as if he could do something.
It was so hard to tell what was wrong, really. He was injured, obviously, but how? Was it internal? Only external? Even having witnessed the explosion wouldn't add clarity. Apollo certainly wouldn't know, anyways.
Clay wondered to himself, idly, thoughts directed at Apollo. he thought he hated him. Or, generally, disliked his presence. A mixed twinge of emotions was thrown back, nothing in the sense of an exact answer given.
It was so weird. So, so weird. Apollo could only stare, for a few, long seconds. Why in the world was he here? Before anyone else? Surely, Phoenix would be rushing. And Athena had a car, right? There were so many others. So many other possibilities. He... his brain lagged, just trying to process it all.
To the first statement, he continued to stare, eyelids drooping a little. He didn't feel exhausted, admittedly. Everything was just... off. Too nervous to sleep, but too numb to want to move. The faded memory didn't help, nor did the spirit invading his thoughts. The spirit who, due to the weakening of its host, seemed to be much louder and more influential, now...
The question of pain made his focus return to the man, eyes squinting more. What seemed to be an incredibly weak sigh was given, before he started to talk again.
"...I ... everything aches. Feels so heavy.... There's... nothing laying on me, right?"
Of course there wasn't anything on him, Clay retorted. He was just drugged. Apollo responded in turn, thoughts uneven. He just had to make sure. And, to be frank, he trusted Klavier more than Clay at the moment.
To the latter's rather thorough chagrin.
The soft chirping of one of the machines increased in tempo, just barely. A slight fluctuation in his heartbeat. It was... probably nothing.
Klavier couldn’t even hear his own heartbeat from how fast he’d been running. As soon as he’d gotten that call, he hadn’t stopped to properly breathe. He’d ran all the way to the parking lot, had gone through a red light or maybe two. Nevermind the speeding tickets, Klavier was a careful driver who knew how to regulate a faster driving pace, and right now, any fee he might have to pay was superfluous to the important matter at hand. He parked his car, and continued running, to the reception desk, then through the hospital halls until he reached the door, completely out of breath. That’s when he paused, the rhythm of his heart impossibly fast as he braced himself with his hands on his knees to catch his breath. He doesn’t allow himself more than a few seconds before he knocks. He hasn’t checked himself in the mirror, his hair is probably messy from all the running, face flushed from the exertion. He is used to working out, sure, but cardio was less his forte. He doesn’t wait long to turn the handle, what is he going to find on the other side? How is he going to find him? Things were catching up, he hadn’t even asked himself how it was possible for Apollo to have chosen him as his emergency contact. It didn’t make sense, the way Apollo acted in his presence indicated nothing about the trust which was necessary for that— his emergency contact. That man would refuse any offer to see him if it wasn’t work-related. If he'd even have a semblance of consideration for the prosecutor, maybe he might even consider him a nemesis, with how unecessarily hostile and prickly he acted whenever Klavier so much as looked at him, but no. There was no consideration outside of professionalism, Klavier had finally realised, at least convinced himself recently. Except... for now? Overthinking aside, he refocuses on the situation at hand as he pushes the door open, his voice tentative, reverent, unsure. "Herr Justice?"
[note from mun. I am not a doctor. I do not watch doctor shows. Much of this is guesswork. Do not kill me]
Everything had been a blur.
@surging-eyes-seeing-au
//Ever notice how at the end of these a new character is usually introduced?
//Weird. ANYWAYS-
At the mention of a lead, Apollo glanced over to Dayton, narrowing his eyes for a moment. The expression relaxed before long, though- She could easily be bluffing. And he didn't blame her, if she was.
But, there was always the possibility that she wasn't. And if she wasn't... what did she find? He certainly hadn't found anything, but his search had also been... less than professional.
Aura gave a sharp, pained sigh at the mention of Starbuck's case, a flat frown on her face. She couldn't say she was happy about the situation, not at all, but she was also a little hopeless.
"Do you really think they're gonna care enough to overturn things, even with that? No one in that courthouse listens to anyone. The verdict is it, there's no way to fight it."
It certainly sounded the same as Apollo- at least, a less aggressive version of him. Their beliefs had developed separately, seven years apart, but for just about the same exact reason. The courts convicted whatever poor idiot was convenient, with no care at all, no intention of a retrial ever even considered.
Surprisingly, though, Apollo muttered a retort.
"...Well, we're here. We might as well check. It's either that, or... walk right out into the storm."
"That is true.", she returned, a lack of enthusiasm still filling her voice. After a moment, her eyes went back to Dayton, considering her words for a moment.
"Security footage, huh? I might be able to pull that up on my computer. Otherwise, Yuri's your best bet... though good luck talking to him, right now. The guy's beside himself with the mess the space center's found itself in."
She could understand it. But, it certainly hadn't been making her life any easier. The man was in charge of everything from her schedule to her pay, both things being rather important... so when he didn't tell her anything, it didn't leave Aura feeling particularly happy.
🀧 continuing from here [ There was a brief, warm ‘you’re welcome’ to Apollo’s thanks, but the mood soon took a major shift when Apollo’s expression fell, and Tarokki’s blood turned cold as she processed the implications of it in regards to her question. The flat expression on Apollo’s face almost looked scary, and she could feel her earrings shift slightly though Tarokki hadn’t moved her head. She slowly raises her hand to stop the earring from making that very faint yet distressing hissing sound each time it attempted to turn to the other side.]
[ She could feel the indentations in the metal of the card, and she ran her finger over it trying to decipher what it was trying to tell her, but she was taken out of her thoughts by Apollo’s mutter.] “Wait, you’re—“ [ She grabs another napkin from the beverage station and hands it to him. She doesn’t feel like she needs to finish her sentence, Apollo must be feeling the blood running down his nose and over his lips. Tarokki sighs, and despite Apollo telling her not to worry, she finds that she can’t just brush it off. First, however, is a check for his physical wellbeing.] “Alright, you clearly need to sit down, have you eaten anything? When was the last time you’ve rested?” [ Just how many nosebleeds had this man had that he could just brush off one more? This was not looking good. She would continue her line of questioning later.] @surging-eyes-seeing-au
Apollo's thoughts seemed to lag a little, the stare he was giving lingering on even as she holds the new napkin out. Of course, he had felt mentally tired before, but... this, it actually felt as if his thoughts were fatigued. So badly, did he want to crumple to the ground, and pass out, but... again. There was too much hinging on this next day. He couldn't let himself rest.
Finally, he glanced down, gingerly taking the new napkin in the same hand that held the old. For another moment, he simply held it, before focusing on the metallic taste in the back of his throat. Right. It was brought to his nose, muffling his next response.
"Last time I've eaten something..." His eyes scrunched up, drifting to the side in thought. "...Yesterday, I think. I... can't rest right now."
He wouldn't be so forthcoming, normally. But, his focus was limited, so the truth was the easiest thing to give... Even if said truth was, admittedly, quite troubling.
After a few seconds passed, his demeanor suddenly changed, back to the one he had started with. Eyes partially focused, his expression solidifying into a serious look. Underneath it all, though, his tiredness was still obvious.
"...This isn't important, I... "
What was he here for, again? Right.
"...I need to know if you've found any new evidence. I don't care what it is, I... just need to look at it."
\\ Awesome art! I did apollo circa my last message as a warmup earlier so I suppose I'll send that aswell..
“Oh, wow, I get the whole powering through deal but honestly, how are you alive at this point?”
[ Tarokki still hadn’t had the time to really check her earring’s indentations, and she could still feel it wanting to turn faintly now, she held it in place. There was a general sense of unease that had passed through her entire body, which made her tone seem more aggravated when she’d spoken to Apollo. Combined with her words it sounded as if she was scolding him, which she would have apologised for, were she not feeling so worried, even more tired all of a sudden, antsy. Worst part was she couldn’t exactly pinpoint what had caused the shift, and Tarokki hated not knowing these things.]
“The evidence, yes. Actually a good idea. I’ll let you review it, but you’re going to sit down at my desk and eat something, or your body will eventually just give in and there’s not much investigating you’ll be able to do in that state.“
[ It sounds like scolding once more, concerned scolding for someone she’s only now met instead of just seeing in passing. Even though they hadn’t properly introduced each other to one another, Apollo worked for law enforcement, which made him a colleague. And Tarokki wouldn’t let a colleague wear himself down if she could help it. She initially reaches to grab his arm, but pauses and retracts her hand at once. She didn’t want to invade his personal space, nor did she want to further bring him pain, if the bandages on his forearm and peeking out of his collar were any indication of how badly he was injured underneath them.]
“I think they have snacks in the beverage station cupboard, though I’m not sure they’re anything qualitative… I have some arguably tastier and healthier ones in my desk drawer, too, savoury or sweet. I can make more tea and bring you a glass of water. With those bandages, you probably need even more hydration for your tissues to properly heal.”
The first comment made his expression falter, what looked to be an incredibly weak smile appearing on his face.
"That's... a good question."
“You’re the kind of person who likes to push their luck, huh?”
[ A huff. Apollo’s behaviour is eerily familiar to the point it brings unpleasant memories. Tarokki grimaces at the reminder of who he makes her think of, someone she’d rather not dwell thinking about. Stubborn didn’t even start to describe how he was acting right now in regards to his own health, but she doesn’t comment further, and accepts his acquiescence to the food with a small smile as she beckons Apollo towards her desk with a quick gesture of her hand, before making her way there - ten steps away, that is. If she wasn’t so focused on the overall energies surrounding them, as well as his wellbeing - ever the altruist, miss Halia -, Tarokki might have recognised those traits in herself.]
“Do you have any allergies? I have… roasted chickpeas, veggie chips, whole wheat crackers, dark chocolate, and dried fruit.”
[ Rummaging through her desk drawer helps enumerate the various packaged snacks she has in there. She purposely leaves her chair empty for him to sit, standing on the side of her desk as she clicks out of a software which is still mid-render, the computer’s ventilators making an obnoxiously loud whirring sound with how much power the process is consuming. It’s a wonder that she’s able to interact with the various windows on her desktop, and she manages to open the evidence folder. The ones which haven’t been converted into one readable and viewable 3d file have their own folders of pictures from the crime scene.]
“Even with the IV, are you sure you don’t want tea or water?” [ Even moving around the room didn’t lessen the oppressive vibes in the room. When Tarokki looked around, however, it seemed that none of her coworkers who were still working at this hour were affected by them, but Tarokki felt as if she was getting slightly suffocated by the strength of them, even though she couldn’t quite pinpoint the source. Ans Apollo, well… She couldn’t tell if his state was due to the energies in themselves, or his overall physical health and exertion.]
"...Always have been." The smile lingered, an exhausted sigh given as well, his voice still slightly muffled by the napkin at his nose. "With my kind of life, that's the only way to go, really..."
It could be worse. It certainly could. That's all he kept telling himself. It was true, probably. Probably. He could be dead! But he wasn't.
Another sigh.
He let himself be led to the desk, his eyes scanning the surroundings before taking a closer look at the cubicle itself. He'd been in here plenty, and always liked noting the details setting each one apart. Reminded him how different everyone was. Made him wonder what kinds of lives everyone was living, outside of the building.
But he didn't have time to be sentimental right now.
While he lingered on his feet for a few, long seconds, Apollo eventually did sit down. He could tell it was being offered, anyways, and didn't want to be impolite... though, he did feel bad. He didn't even know this person's name, and they were doing so much for him.
Well, he did know their name. It was on their desk. It looked... unique. But so did his, so he couldn't say anything.
"No allergies. I... well, I don't know. But I eat everything, really. So I doubt it matters."
The napkin was lowered for a moment, checked before being held back up. Indeed, there had been blood on it. He didn't even know why he checked. At least the nosebleed seemed to be slowing down.
The computer was stared at for a long moment. It looked horrendously outdated, or maybe that was just the frame. It was much more expensive than anything he usually handled, in any case, simply having a light laptop for personal use and a crappy old desktop at work. The rendering, as boring as it was, was watched for a moment, before his attention turned back to Tarokki.
"I mean... if you give me water, I'll drink it, I guess."
It's her decision, that makes him feel better. Feel less bad for suddenly coming in here, nearly losing control of himself, and then asking for police data. He did need to drink after all, he knew that. And if he needed to wait for the computer to load things, he might as well try to fuel himself up while the time passed.
Indeed, the source of Apollo's seeming woes was difficult to pinpoint. But, there was simply something... odd about it all. And the energy in the room, it hadn't been this bad before, had it? Before he wandered his way in? It almost felt as if there was a storm cloud following the man, drenching him and all those around him in strife. Was he aware of it? Maybe. He was aware of something, that was, at least, for sure.
"...Ah." He suddenly mumbled, having been reminded earlier. "Did I... ever introduce myself to you?"
“Does it not exhaust you?”
[ This, she asks in a softer tone, offering him a sympathetic smile as she watches Apollo wipe the blood away from his nose. It didn’t seem to be bleeding as much now. A good sign.]
[ The cubicle is in a corner of the open workspace. While Tarokki values an organized workspace, she has a few knickknacks here and there to add some liveliness to the otherwise bleak and grey furnishings. A dark purple board pinned to the left wall of the cubicle with flower magnets, a to-do list, a picture of what appears to be a younger Tarokki with a boy who shares multiple similar traits to her, pinned by an azalea magnet. A handwrittn note, a to-do list, and several half-erased doodles. The desk is more plain, its only decoration being a dark purple teapot serving as a pen holder, and near the mouse, a closed case file with a post-it note with the word URGENT written on it, and her nameplate near the computer, its letters composing her name: Tarokki Halia. There's a post-it note under the screen section of the desktop, a hastily written encouragement that Apollo could recognise as detective Fulbright's if he's ever come across a note from him and had a good memory of handwriting.] "You're bound to have preferences at least, no?" [ There's a small chuckle. Despite the lingering tense atmosphere, being in her own workspace brings another layer of safety which makes her relax, even if fractionally. She clicks through a few folders, opening the evidence one for him to peruse to the extent of the computer's currently limited capabilities, and is about to let go of the mouse to leave the cubicle and fetch a glass of water when she hears Apollo's mumbling. Looking to the side, she takes a moment to ponder his question. Oh. Right, of course... introductions. She'd briefly noted it earlier, but the thought had since escaped her mind in the face of more pressing matters.] "I don't think you have, but I don't recall doing so either." [ A small bashful giggle before she shakes her head with a rueful smile.] "Tarokki Halia. Telling you my function might be redundant, so I'll stick to my name." [ She'd heard his name again, or had she? Something that had to do with the law.... Justice? Or was it simply Fulbright throwing his catchphrase around and she'd somehow misunderstood when the detective had mentioned him and his co-counsel during their earlier investigation?]
"It does." He paused. "But, it isn't like i can run away from it. Even if I changed my name, and moved to a different state- no, even a different country... I just know trouble would find me."
He contemplated it, occasionally. Was he just unlucky? Or was he somehow cursed? It wasn't like he knew anything about his family, anyways, so it was a possibility... but it was also, in terms of ideas, quite stupid.
As he thought, his eyes continued to idly wander, noting all the random details. Some of them, like the apparently-urgent files, the assumed sibling photo, and the note from whom he was perhaps 75% certain had been Fulbright, stuck in his memory. Perhaps he'd ask about the files, at least, later... If he had the energy to, anyways.
"Um...", he mumbled, eyes going back to the computer screen as she finished moving things around. For a moment, he struggled to remember the options given, biting at his lip a little as he thought. "I'll, uh... dried fruit sounds fine." It sounded the most filling to him, that was most of his reasoning. Though, he also wouldn't mind something sweet, right now.
When she paused to give her brief introduction, Apollo looked back to her, giving a slight nod once she finished speaking.
"Yeah, I remember your job, at least... Miss Halia."
Always one for formalities, he was.
After a little sigh, he straightened himself up, being as proper as he could while holding a bloody napkin up to his face.
"Apollo Justice, criminal defense attorney... No, I didn't choose my job based off my name. Didn't name myself after my job, either... It's, just a coincidence."
A little smile, rather genuine, was given. At least it seemed like he could find humor in his own situation, even now.
"I, ah... work under Phoenix Wright. You've... probably heard of him, at least."
🀧 continuing from here [ There was a brief, warm ‘you’re welcome’ to Apollo’s thanks, but the mood soon took a major shift when Apollo’s expression fell, and Tarokki’s blood turned cold as she processed the implications of it in regards to her question. The flat expression on Apollo’s face almost looked scary, and she could feel her earrings shift slightly though Tarokki hadn’t moved her head. She slowly raises her hand to stop the earring from making that very faint yet distressing hissing sound each time it attempted to turn to the other side.]
[ She could feel the indentations in the metal of the card, and she ran her finger over it trying to decipher what it was trying to tell her, but she was taken out of her thoughts by Apollo’s mutter.] “Wait, you’re—“ [ She grabs another napkin from the beverage station and hands it to him. She doesn’t feel like she needs to finish her sentence, Apollo must be feeling the blood running down his nose and over his lips. Tarokki sighs, and despite Apollo telling her not to worry, she finds that she can’t just brush it off. First, however, is a check for his physical wellbeing.] “Alright, you clearly need to sit down, have you eaten anything? When was the last time you’ve rested?” [ Just how many nosebleeds had this man had that he could just brush off one more? This was not looking good. She would continue her line of questioning later.] @surging-eyes-seeing-au
Apollo's thoughts seemed to lag a little, the stare he was giving lingering on even as she holds the new napkin out. Of course, he had felt mentally tired before, but... this, it actually felt as if his thoughts were fatigued. So badly, did he want to crumple to the ground, and pass out, but... again. There was too much hinging on this next day. He couldn't let himself rest.
Finally, he glanced down, gingerly taking the new napkin in the same hand that held the old. For another moment, he simply held it, before focusing on the metallic taste in the back of his throat. Right. It was brought to his nose, muffling his next response.
"Last time I've eaten something..." His eyes scrunched up, drifting to the side in thought. "...Yesterday, I think. I... can't rest right now."
He wouldn't be so forthcoming, normally. But, his focus was limited, so the truth was the easiest thing to give... Even if said truth was, admittedly, quite troubling.
After a few seconds passed, his demeanor suddenly changed, back to the one he had started with. Eyes partially focused, his expression solidifying into a serious look. Underneath it all, though, his tiredness was still obvious.
"...This isn't important, I... "
What was he here for, again? Right.
"...I need to know if you've found any new evidence. I don't care what it is, I... just need to look at it."
\\ Awesome art! I did apollo circa my last message as a warmup earlier so I suppose I'll send that aswell..
“Oh, wow, I get the whole powering through deal but honestly, how are you alive at this point?”
[ Tarokki still hadn’t had the time to really check her earring’s indentations, and she could still feel it wanting to turn faintly now, she held it in place. There was a general sense of unease that had passed through her entire body, which made her tone seem more aggravated when she’d spoken to Apollo. Combined with her words it sounded as if she was scolding him, which she would have apologised for, were she not feeling so worried, even more tired all of a sudden, antsy. Worst part was she couldn’t exactly pinpoint what had caused the shift, and Tarokki hated not knowing these things.]
“The evidence, yes. Actually a good idea. I’ll let you review it, but you’re going to sit down at my desk and eat something, or your body will eventually just give in and there’s not much investigating you’ll be able to do in that state.“
[ It sounds like scolding once more, concerned scolding for someone she’s only now met instead of just seeing in passing. Even though they hadn’t properly introduced each other to one another, Apollo worked for law enforcement, which made him a colleague. And Tarokki wouldn’t let a colleague wear himself down if she could help it. She initially reaches to grab his arm, but pauses and retracts her hand at once. She didn’t want to invade his personal space, nor did she want to further bring him pain, if the bandages on his forearm and peeking out of his collar were any indication of how badly he was injured underneath them.]
“I think they have snacks in the beverage station cupboard, though I’m not sure they’re anything qualitative… I have some arguably tastier and healthier ones in my desk drawer, too, savoury or sweet. I can make more tea and bring you a glass of water. With those bandages, you probably need even more hydration for your tissues to properly heal.”
The first comment made his expression falter, what looked to be an incredibly weak smile appearing on his face.
"That's... a good question."
“You’re the kind of person who likes to push their luck, huh?”
[ A huff. Apollo’s behaviour is eerily familiar to the point it brings unpleasant memories. Tarokki grimaces at the reminder of who he makes her think of, someone she’d rather not dwell thinking about. Stubborn didn’t even start to describe how he was acting right now in regards to his own health, but she doesn’t comment further, and accepts his acquiescence to the food with a small smile as she beckons Apollo towards her desk with a quick gesture of her hand, before making her way there - ten steps away, that is. If she wasn’t so focused on the overall energies surrounding them, as well as his wellbeing - ever the altruist, miss Halia -, Tarokki might have recognised those traits in herself.]
“Do you have any allergies? I have… roasted chickpeas, veggie chips, whole wheat crackers, dark chocolate, and dried fruit.”
[ Rummaging through her desk drawer helps enumerate the various packaged snacks she has in there. She purposely leaves her chair empty for him to sit, standing on the side of her desk as she clicks out of a software which is still mid-render, the computer’s ventilators making an obnoxiously loud whirring sound with how much power the process is consuming. It’s a wonder that she’s able to interact with the various windows on her desktop, and she manages to open the evidence folder. The ones which haven’t been converted into one readable and viewable 3d file have their own folders of pictures from the crime scene.]
“Even with the IV, are you sure you don’t want tea or water?” [ Even moving around the room didn’t lessen the oppressive vibes in the room. When Tarokki looked around, however, it seemed that none of her coworkers who were still working at this hour were affected by them, but Tarokki felt as if she was getting slightly suffocated by the strength of them, even though she couldn’t quite pinpoint the source. Ans Apollo, well… She couldn’t tell if his state was due to the energies in themselves, or his overall physical health and exertion.]
"...Always have been." The smile lingered, an exhausted sigh given as well, his voice still slightly muffled by the napkin at his nose. "With my kind of life, that's the only way to go, really..."
It could be worse. It certainly could. That's all he kept telling himself. It was true, probably. Probably. He could be dead! But he wasn't.
Another sigh.
He let himself be led to the desk, his eyes scanning the surroundings before taking a closer look at the cubicle itself. He'd been in here plenty, and always liked noting the details setting each one apart. Reminded him how different everyone was. Made him wonder what kinds of lives everyone was living, outside of the building.
But he didn't have time to be sentimental right now.
While he lingered on his feet for a few, long seconds, Apollo eventually did sit down. He could tell it was being offered, anyways, and didn't want to be impolite... though, he did feel bad. He didn't even know this person's name, and they were doing so much for him.
Well, he did know their name. It was on their desk. It looked... unique. But so did his, so he couldn't say anything.
"No allergies. I... well, I don't know. But I eat everything, really. So I doubt it matters."
The napkin was lowered for a moment, checked before being held back up. Indeed, there had been blood on it. He didn't even know why he checked. At least the nosebleed seemed to be slowing down.
The computer was stared at for a long moment. It looked horrendously outdated, or maybe that was just the frame. It was much more expensive than anything he usually handled, in any case, simply having a light laptop for personal use and a crappy old desktop at work. The rendering, as boring as it was, was watched for a moment, before his attention turned back to Tarokki.
"I mean... if you give me water, I'll drink it, I guess."
It's her decision, that makes him feel better. Feel less bad for suddenly coming in here, nearly losing control of himself, and then asking for police data. He did need to drink after all, he knew that. And if he needed to wait for the computer to load things, he might as well try to fuel himself up while the time passed.
Indeed, the source of Apollo's seeming woes was difficult to pinpoint. But, there was simply something... odd about it all. And the energy in the room, it hadn't been this bad before, had it? Before he wandered his way in? It almost felt as if there was a storm cloud following the man, drenching him and all those around him in strife. Was he aware of it? Maybe. He was aware of something, that was, at least, for sure.
"...Ah." He suddenly mumbled, having been reminded earlier. "Did I... ever introduce myself to you?"
@surging-eyes-seeing-au
//Count to ten, start again new thread let’s go!
Day feels her soul abruptly re-entering her body. It was Detective Fullbright, just a colleague…well…former colleague of hers. He was… a lot, in general. But from what she remembered about him, he was well meaning.
"Well, the higher-ups at the station want everything to be checked twice! Gone over with a fine-toothed comb, as you might say." As he straightened up, he adjusted his sunglasses, even putting them on for a moment... in the incredibly dark room.
He never did change, did he?
‘Fine toothed comb, huh?’
"I sure do hope so! The Chief Prosecutor's just about breathing down our necks on this one... and he's much scarier than Prosecutor Blackquill ever was, trust me!"
It did make sense. Miles Edgeworth, being Phoenix's best friend, would certainly be anxious to wrap this case up. It wasn't right to be funneling so many resources into a single case, but for once, the rather inflexible prosecutor felt just about obliged to.
At this point, their best assumption was the Phantom himself, still knowing little of the man.
It was a rather ironic assumption, considering who was actually responsible.
"Well, you did find yourself here! Are you sure you're just here to visit? Or are you doing some investigating of your own?" A big grin appeared on his face. "Not like I'd stop you! Any pursuit of justice is just in my book!"
Fulbright shifted his sunglasses over his eyes once the leaf was shown, a quizzical expression covering the parts of his expression that she could see.
"Well, I certainly know what you mean, Miss Columbia! I do recall your work ethic!" He paused, for a brief moment. "Though I have to admit, I'm a little lost! Is that leaf supposed to be important?"
Dayton smiles sheepishly, twirling the stem between her fingers.
"Oho, who knows? Though I'd be surprised if any evidence could've escaped the gaze of justice!"
When attention was called back to the leaf, Fulbright paused, eyeing the object again. He did seem genuinely perturbed... and who wouldn't? It was just a leaf, after all.
After a moment, he adjusted his sunglasses again, clearly taking a moment to think. "I suppose we never did find out about those bombs, did we? Lotta mysteries hanging around this space center- all just begging to be solved!" Another grin was given. Not entirely appropriate, but on-brand for him.
"And I saw nothing out of the ordinary!" He said with a grin, putting his hands on his hips. "Whole lotta people who looked like they belonged! Maybe a few tourists, too, but that was it!". He wasn't exactly lying... for a few different reasons.
"Oh, are you confident that the astronaut didn't do it?" He said, before hesitating slightly, his voice lowering once more. "If you are... I have an idea of who did. But the evidence was never released, so don't go telling anyone I told you!"
She’s slightly taken aback at his cheerfulness, but she decides to remember who she was talking to.
"Well, there were a few things they ended up dusting for prints, while the trial was still running. They would've gotten submitted, but... the trial ended before that could happen! Oh well!"
His cheery expression turned into a pout, after a moment.
"I really couldn't believe it when I read it. Why would that Cykes girl's prints be on that lighter? You know, the one that was being held by the killer..? That, and I guess they caught her on the security footage in here, too... and it even fits the time frame..."
The pout continued for a few more seconds before he brightened up, once more.
"Well, that's something for the lawyers to find out!- if the case gets revived, anyways!"
Back to the pout his expression flipped. If the topic wasn't so dire, it would really be comedic.
"But with her dead, I'm not sure what all would happen... Maybe all her lawyer friends could get some closure, at least."
Her stomach sinks.
Fulbright gave a perturbed expression to Dayton as she stood in silent contemplation, fiddling with his sunglasses a little more. Such a drawn-out reaction admittedly left him a little curious, as did the leaf. There were things he should ask about, but... subtly doing so was its own challenge.
In response to the smile, he flashed his own, still clearly watching. The shift in her expression was seen, and noted, before he focused back on her words.
"It's no problem at all! I'm glad I could help!" He said, cheerfully, words interrupted by the boom of thunder, its associated lightning illuminating the room in a brief, white light. After leaping in a rather animated reaction of fright, the detective laughed it off, sharply raising his hand in a sort of wave.
"Enjoy the rest of your day! And remember, in justice we trust!"
A rather relevant statement, even if he himself didn't know it.
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Apollo was still there, thankfully. He could've run off, hidden in some staff-only room, or even gained the strength to run out into the rain, vanishing into the dimming afternoon light.
But, there had been two issues. First was Trucy. Not only was upsetting her something he preferred not to do, but Apollo also figured she'd easily be able to outrun him in his current state.
Additionally, was the affect of the overwhelming stress he felt at the moment.
Focusing on it would've brought nothing but instability, and he was much too tired to deal with thoughts of the past, not anymore. So, the moment they had stepped foot within the astronaut lounge, he started searching. Searching for what? He didn't know. But he was just about ripping the room apart in his pursuit, focusing intently on his make-believe goal.
It was just his way of coping. And thankfully for the others tagging along, it forced him to stay put.
‘Trust’
The words kept repeating in his head.
This is the crime scene.
Dayton tries to relax, but his gaze is stinging and intense. Navigating the pathways on how to get through to him was even more so that type of feeling.
Apollo's body tensed as Dayton started to draw near, his feet slightly pivoting to make the rest of him face her.
He really did give off the same vibes as that of a cornered animal, seconds away from lashing out. It didn't help that he raised his hands, up to his mid-torso, in anticipation, almost as if he were getting ready to grab, or punch, or shove.
Maybe he was. He just didn't know it, yet.
For now, though, Apollo simply stood there, staring at her. His eyes were dim, a maelstrom of emotions swirling behind them. It even, just a little, felt like he was staring straight through her.
When she talked again, his eyes focused a little. At least it seemed that he was paying attention, even just slightly, even if it took him a long few seconds to even comprehend what Dayton had said.
"...I need...", he muttered to himself, almost as more of a mimicry of the question rather than an actual attempt to answer it. For a moment, his mouth lingered open as his eyes drifted to the side, lost in brief thought. What was he looking for, again? What was he even doing?
Leaving this room. Leaving this room?
It hadn't even crossed his mind. He had tunnel visioned himself so hard that such an option had vanished. And that option, the moment it was thought of, his decision was solidified.
A glint immediately appeared in Apollo's eyes, his feet starting to move towards the doorway seemingly of their own volition, movements slow and fatigued. As Dayton was in his immediate path, he reached out to push her aside, being surprisingly gentle about the action.
Even still, he gave the sense that one wrong move would make him snap, all over again.
Briefly, his eyes had caught on Trucy, given how close she was to the doorway. The look he gave for that small moment was an apologetic one, the cacophony of emotions within him smothering it out after only a second or so.
Dayton feels the tension slowly bleed out of her as she sees him consider her words. That tension nearly returns tenfold as he steps towards her. She feels a pressure at her side as he pushes her away.
Apollo didn't go far.
Thoughtlessly, he had wandered back the way he came, towards the elevators. Thankfully, they were not taken, with the man's steps taking a slight diversion, towards a little lounge area off to the side. There might've been visitors or staff around, that's what he had been used to, but it was empty.
Apollo sat down in an isolated corner, his body hunching forwards as his head hung limp. Only now did he notice how rapidly his heart was beating, threatening to just about jump out of his chest while his lungs struggled to keep up. The rap of the rain on nearby windows helped him try to focus, as long as the thunder didn't return.
There was a part of him that remained frustrated, that he reacted like so. He shouldn't become upset so easily, he should be powering through the situation. But, growing ever stronger, was the desire to rest.
Of course, he still didn't want to admit to anything. But, Apollo wanted to stop fighting, both himself and the world around him. He just wanted to go home, just wanted to relax. Just wanted to curl up in the blankets on his bed and sleep for days.
Just a moment alone. Away from everything, from everyone. That's all he wanted in the world, right now.
-
The first time he had visited, only a week or so ago, it had been difficult. To be truthful, his reaction was actually fairly similar, the man having searched the entire crime scene top to bottom as a way to cope with the fact that his best friend's corpse had been sitting only a handful of meters away a few hours ago. But, he was more stable, back then. He simply used that sadness to drive him forwards.
Athena could tell, of course. But she understood. Unable to think of a better alternative she had simply given advice from a distance, as well as voicing her opinions on any pieces of evidence she found notable.
It had been her downfall, even if she didn't know it.
On the two's return, Apollo's emptions were muted, as had been the case. But, barely perceptible, was a deep, dead look in his eyes. The thought had taken root, by then, and soon, it would be the thing driving him to murder.
The thought was still there, crippling his reasoning on the situation, grasping his mental state in a chokehold. Removing it would be a feat in of itself, and would likely be required if the man ever expected to live a normal life again... if that was even possible in the first place.
-
When he eventually started to hear footsteps, Apollo remained slouched over, arms crossed for a moment, his eyes closed as his breathing was held at a steady rate. But, after a few seconds, his head raised slowly, a tired stare given to those that approached him.
He would avoid Trucy if he could. He was nothing but a danger to those around him, that's what it felt like. And if physical danger wasn't applicable, how devastated would everyone be when it was discovered what he had done? The idea of her knowing frightened him, as did the idea of his boss finding out. But his will to avoid was slowly wearing away, as the rest of his energy was gradually sapped.
Maybe a few hours ago, he would have tried to run out of the building at the possibility of her interacting, more. But now, all he could bring himself to do now, was sit there and watch.
Little time had passed, at all. But, Apollo seemed to be more cognizant than he had been, the moment of respite having done him well. Of course, he still appeared bedraggled to all hell, but... small steps were the only way to go, really.
After a bit of exploring and dead ends, Day and Trucy finally catch up to Apollo.
Despite everything, when Trucy gives him her energetic reaction, Apollo... actually smiles, in response. It's a weak smile, and doesn't exactly reach his eyes, entirely, but... it at least shows some effort. That, and the little half-hearted wave he added afterwards.
As bad as his state was, it oddly made him... less ornery, made him more mild. A little more agreeable, at least compared to when Dayton found him on the street. His stability... that was entirely different, and its own massive problem. But, as with everything... one victory at a time.
While he doesn't say anything, Apollo straightens himself up, taking a deep breath to steady himself before listening to Trucy's other words. In silence he remained, though he was clearly thinking on it. Before he could respond, however, Dayton started to talk, drawing his attention back over.
"...Cosmos, right?" He asked, after a slight nod. His voice was thin and strained, but... it was workable enough. "I... know where his office is. No... promises he'd be in there, but... you know."
For once, his past experience here wasn't coming back to haunt him. As long as he could focus on being helpful, maybe lingering around wouldn't be so bad..?
But that wasn't considering the other people here. Not at all.
As if on cue, the nearby elevator doors could be heard opening. Out stepped a rather irate-looking woman, trailed by a contrastingly chipper-looking robot. To say the least, she didn't look happy to be here... and certainly didn't look happy to see the small group lingering nearby.
Dayton didn’t know what it was, but seeing both Trucy and Apollo interact so positively, for once, warmed her heart. Even if it only lasted a second.
"Well I can't say I know you, Columbia. But these two... "
Her eyes narrowed behind her tinted glasses.
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//Count to ten, start again new thread let’s go!
Day feels her soul abruptly re-entering her body. It was Detective Fullbright, just a colleague…well…former colleague of hers. He was… a lot, in general. But from what she remembered about him, he was well meaning.
"Well, the higher-ups at the station want everything to be checked twice! Gone over with a fine-toothed comb, as you might say." As he straightened up, he adjusted his sunglasses, even putting them on for a moment... in the incredibly dark room.
He never did change, did he?
‘Fine toothed comb, huh?’
"I sure do hope so! The Chief Prosecutor's just about breathing down our necks on this one... and he's much scarier than Prosecutor Blackquill ever was, trust me!"
It did make sense. Miles Edgeworth, being Phoenix's best friend, would certainly be anxious to wrap this case up. It wasn't right to be funneling so many resources into a single case, but for once, the rather inflexible prosecutor felt just about obliged to.
At this point, their best assumption was the Phantom himself, still knowing little of the man.
It was a rather ironic assumption, considering who was actually responsible.
"Well, you did find yourself here! Are you sure you're just here to visit? Or are you doing some investigating of your own?" A big grin appeared on his face. "Not like I'd stop you! Any pursuit of justice is just in my book!"
Fulbright shifted his sunglasses over his eyes once the leaf was shown, a quizzical expression covering the parts of his expression that she could see.
"Well, I certainly know what you mean, Miss Columbia! I do recall your work ethic!" He paused, for a brief moment. "Though I have to admit, I'm a little lost! Is that leaf supposed to be important?"
Dayton smiles sheepishly, twirling the stem between her fingers.
"Oho, who knows? Though I'd be surprised if any evidence could've escaped the gaze of justice!"
When attention was called back to the leaf, Fulbright paused, eyeing the object again. He did seem genuinely perturbed... and who wouldn't? It was just a leaf, after all.
After a moment, he adjusted his sunglasses again, clearly taking a moment to think. "I suppose we never did find out about those bombs, did we? Lotta mysteries hanging around this space center- all just begging to be solved!" Another grin was given. Not entirely appropriate, but on-brand for him.
"And I saw nothing out of the ordinary!" He said with a grin, putting his hands on his hips. "Whole lotta people who looked like they belonged! Maybe a few tourists, too, but that was it!". He wasn't exactly lying... for a few different reasons.
"Oh, are you confident that the astronaut didn't do it?" He said, before hesitating slightly, his voice lowering once more. "If you are... I have an idea of who did. But the evidence was never released, so don't go telling anyone I told you!"
She’s slightly taken aback at his cheerfulness, but she decides to remember who she was talking to.
"Well, there were a few things they ended up dusting for prints, while the trial was still running. They would've gotten submitted, but... the trial ended before that could happen! Oh well!"
His cheery expression turned into a pout, after a moment.
"I really couldn't believe it when I read it. Why would that Cykes girl's prints be on that lighter? You know, the one that was being held by the killer..? That, and I guess they caught her on the security footage in here, too... and it even fits the time frame..."
The pout continued for a few more seconds before he brightened up, once more.
"Well, that's something for the lawyers to find out!- if the case gets revived, anyways!"
Back to the pout his expression flipped. If the topic wasn't so dire, it would really be comedic.
"But with her dead, I'm not sure what all would happen... Maybe all her lawyer friends could get some closure, at least."
Her stomach sinks.
Fulbright gave a perturbed expression to Dayton as she stood in silent contemplation, fiddling with his sunglasses a little more. Such a drawn-out reaction admittedly left him a little curious, as did the leaf. There were things he should ask about, but... subtly doing so was its own challenge.
In response to the smile, he flashed his own, still clearly watching. The shift in her expression was seen, and noted, before he focused back on her words.
"It's no problem at all! I'm glad I could help!" He said, cheerfully, words interrupted by the boom of thunder, its associated lightning illuminating the room in a brief, white light. After leaping in a rather animated reaction of fright, the detective laughed it off, sharply raising his hand in a sort of wave.
"Enjoy the rest of your day! And remember, in justice we trust!"
A rather relevant statement, even if he himself didn't know it.
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Apollo was still there, thankfully. He could've run off, hidden in some staff-only room, or even gained the strength to run out into the rain, vanishing into the dimming afternoon light.
But, there had been two issues. First was Trucy. Not only was upsetting her something he preferred not to do, but Apollo also figured she'd easily be able to outrun him in his current state.
Additionally, was the affect of the overwhelming stress he felt at the moment.
Focusing on it would've brought nothing but instability, and he was much too tired to deal with thoughts of the past, not anymore. So, the moment they had stepped foot within the astronaut lounge, he started searching. Searching for what? He didn't know. But he was just about ripping the room apart in his pursuit, focusing intently on his make-believe goal.
It was just his way of coping. And thankfully for the others tagging along, it forced him to stay put.
‘Trust’
The words kept repeating in his head.
This is the crime scene.
Dayton tries to relax, but his gaze is stinging and intense. Navigating the pathways on how to get through to him was even more so that type of feeling.
Apollo's body tensed as Dayton started to draw near, his feet slightly pivoting to make the rest of him face her.
He really did give off the same vibes as that of a cornered animal, seconds away from lashing out. It didn't help that he raised his hands, up to his mid-torso, in anticipation, almost as if he were getting ready to grab, or punch, or shove.
Maybe he was. He just didn't know it, yet.
For now, though, Apollo simply stood there, staring at her. His eyes were dim, a maelstrom of emotions swirling behind them. It even, just a little, felt like he was staring straight through her.
When she talked again, his eyes focused a little. At least it seemed that he was paying attention, even just slightly, even if it took him a long few seconds to even comprehend what Dayton had said.
"...I need...", he muttered to himself, almost as more of a mimicry of the question rather than an actual attempt to answer it. For a moment, his mouth lingered open as his eyes drifted to the side, lost in brief thought. What was he looking for, again? What was he even doing?
Leaving this room. Leaving this room?
It hadn't even crossed his mind. He had tunnel visioned himself so hard that such an option had vanished. And that option, the moment it was thought of, his decision was solidified.
A glint immediately appeared in Apollo's eyes, his feet starting to move towards the doorway seemingly of their own volition, movements slow and fatigued. As Dayton was in his immediate path, he reached out to push her aside, being surprisingly gentle about the action.
Even still, he gave the sense that one wrong move would make him snap, all over again.
Briefly, his eyes had caught on Trucy, given how close she was to the doorway. The look he gave for that small moment was an apologetic one, the cacophony of emotions within him smothering it out after only a second or so.
Dayton feels the tension slowly bleed out of her as she sees him consider her words. That tension nearly returns tenfold as he steps towards her. She feels a pressure at her side as he pushes her away.
Apollo didn't go far.
Thoughtlessly, he had wandered back the way he came, towards the elevators. Thankfully, they were not taken, with the man's steps taking a slight diversion, towards a little lounge area off to the side. There might've been visitors or staff around, that's what he had been used to, but it was empty.
Apollo sat down in an isolated corner, his body hunching forwards as his head hung limp. Only now did he notice how rapidly his heart was beating, threatening to just about jump out of his chest while his lungs struggled to keep up. The rap of the rain on nearby windows helped him try to focus, as long as the thunder didn't return.
There was a part of him that remained frustrated, that he reacted like so. He shouldn't become upset so easily, he should be powering through the situation. But, growing ever stronger, was the desire to rest.
Of course, he still didn't want to admit to anything. But, Apollo wanted to stop fighting, both himself and the world around him. He just wanted to go home, just wanted to relax. Just wanted to curl up in the blankets on his bed and sleep for days.
Just a moment alone. Away from everything, from everyone. That's all he wanted in the world, right now.
-
The first time he had visited, only a week or so ago, it had been difficult. To be truthful, his reaction was actually fairly similar, the man having searched the entire crime scene top to bottom as a way to cope with the fact that his best friend's corpse had been sitting only a handful of meters away a few hours ago. But, he was more stable, back then. He simply used that sadness to drive him forwards.
Athena could tell, of course. But she understood. Unable to think of a better alternative she had simply given advice from a distance, as well as voicing her opinions on any pieces of evidence she found notable.
It had been her downfall, even if she didn't know it.
On the two's return, Apollo's emptions were muted, as had been the case. But, barely perceptible, was a deep, dead look in his eyes. The thought had taken root, by then, and soon, it would be the thing driving him to murder.
The thought was still there, crippling his reasoning on the situation, grasping his mental state in a chokehold. Removing it would be a feat in of itself, and would likely be required if the man ever expected to live a normal life again... if that was even possible in the first place.
-
When he eventually started to hear footsteps, Apollo remained slouched over, arms crossed for a moment, his eyes closed as his breathing was held at a steady rate. But, after a few seconds, his head raised slowly, a tired stare given to those that approached him.
He would avoid Trucy if he could. He was nothing but a danger to those around him, that's what it felt like. And if physical danger wasn't applicable, how devastated would everyone be when it was discovered what he had done? The idea of her knowing frightened him, as did the idea of his boss finding out. But his will to avoid was slowly wearing away, as the rest of his energy was gradually sapped.
Maybe a few hours ago, he would have tried to run out of the building at the possibility of her interacting, more. But now, all he could bring himself to do now, was sit there and watch.
Little time had passed, at all. But, Apollo seemed to be more cognizant than he had been, the moment of respite having done him well. Of course, he still appeared bedraggled to all hell, but... small steps were the only way to go, really.
After a bit of exploring and dead ends, Day and Trucy finally catch up to Apollo.
Despite everything, when Trucy gives him her energetic reaction, Apollo... actually smiles, in response. It's a weak smile, and doesn't exactly reach his eyes, entirely, but... it at least shows some effort. That, and the little half-hearted wave he added afterwards.
As bad as his state was, it oddly made him... less ornery, made him more mild. A little more agreeable, at least compared to when Dayton found him on the street. His stability... that was entirely different, and its own massive problem. But, as with everything... one victory at a time.
While he doesn't say anything, Apollo straightens himself up, taking a deep breath to steady himself before listening to Trucy's other words. In silence he remained, though he was clearly thinking on it. Before he could respond, however, Dayton started to talk, drawing his attention back over.
"...Cosmos, right?" He asked, after a slight nod. His voice was thin and strained, but... it was workable enough. "I... know where his office is. No... promises he'd be in there, but... you know."
For once, his past experience here wasn't coming back to haunt him. As long as he could focus on being helpful, maybe lingering around wouldn't be so bad..?
But that wasn't considering the other people here. Not at all.
As if on cue, the nearby elevator doors could be heard opening. Out stepped a rather irate-looking woman, trailed by a contrastingly chipper-looking robot. To say the least, she didn't look happy to be here... and certainly didn't look happy to see the small group lingering nearby.
@surging-eyes-seeing-au
//Count to ten, start again new thread let’s go!
Day feels her soul abruptly re-entering her body. It was Detective Fullbright, just a colleague…well…former colleague of hers. He was… a lot, in general. But from what she remembered about him, he was well meaning.
"Well, the higher-ups at the station want everything to be checked twice! Gone over with a fine-toothed comb, as you might say." As he straightened up, he adjusted his sunglasses, even putting them on for a moment... in the incredibly dark room.
He never did change, did he?
‘Fine toothed comb, huh?’
"I sure do hope so! The Chief Prosecutor's just about breathing down our necks on this one... and he's much scarier than Prosecutor Blackquill ever was, trust me!"
It did make sense. Miles Edgeworth, being Phoenix's best friend, would certainly be anxious to wrap this case up. It wasn't right to be funneling so many resources into a single case, but for once, the rather inflexible prosecutor felt just about obliged to.
At this point, their best assumption was the Phantom himself, still knowing little of the man.
It was a rather ironic assumption, considering who was actually responsible.
"Well, you did find yourself here! Are you sure you're just here to visit? Or are you doing some investigating of your own?" A big grin appeared on his face. "Not like I'd stop you! Any pursuit of justice is just in my book!"
Fulbright shifted his sunglasses over his eyes once the leaf was shown, a quizzical expression covering the parts of his expression that she could see.
"Well, I certainly know what you mean, Miss Columbia! I do recall your work ethic!" He paused, for a brief moment. "Though I have to admit, I'm a little lost! Is that leaf supposed to be important?"
Dayton smiles sheepishly, twirling the stem between her fingers.
"Oho, who knows? Though I'd be surprised if any evidence could've escaped the gaze of justice!"
When attention was called back to the leaf, Fulbright paused, eyeing the object again. He did seem genuinely perturbed... and who wouldn't? It was just a leaf, after all.
After a moment, he adjusted his sunglasses again, clearly taking a moment to think. "I suppose we never did find out about those bombs, did we? Lotta mysteries hanging around this space center- all just begging to be solved!" Another grin was given. Not entirely appropriate, but on-brand for him.
"And I saw nothing out of the ordinary!" He said with a grin, putting his hands on his hips. "Whole lotta people who looked like they belonged! Maybe a few tourists, too, but that was it!". He wasn't exactly lying... for a few different reasons.
"Oh, are you confident that the astronaut didn't do it?" He said, before hesitating slightly, his voice lowering once more. "If you are... I have an idea of who did. But the evidence was never released, so don't go telling anyone I told you!"
She’s slightly taken aback at his cheerfulness, but she decides to remember who she was talking to.
"Well, there were a few things they ended up dusting for prints, while the trial was still running. They would've gotten submitted, but... the trial ended before that could happen! Oh well!"
His cheery expression turned into a pout, after a moment.
"I really couldn't believe it when I read it. Why would that Cykes girl's prints be on that lighter? You know, the one that was being held by the killer..? That, and I guess they caught her on the security footage in here, too... and it even fits the time frame..."
The pout continued for a few more seconds before he brightened up, once more.
"Well, that's something for the lawyers to find out!- if the case gets revived, anyways!"
Back to the pout his expression flipped. If the topic wasn't so dire, it would really be comedic.
"But with her dead, I'm not sure what all would happen... Maybe all her lawyer friends could get some closure, at least."
Her stomach sinks.
Fulbright gave a perturbed expression to Dayton as she stood in silent contemplation, fiddling with his sunglasses a little more. Such a drawn-out reaction admittedly left him a little curious, as did the leaf. There were things he should ask about, but... subtly doing so was its own challenge.
In response to the smile, he flashed his own, still clearly watching. The shift in her expression was seen, and noted, before he focused back on her words.
"It's no problem at all! I'm glad I could help!" He said, cheerfully, words interrupted by the boom of thunder, its associated lightning illuminating the room in a brief, white light. After leaping in a rather animated reaction of fright, the detective laughed it off, sharply raising his hand in a sort of wave.
"Enjoy the rest of your day! And remember, in justice we trust!"
A rather relevant statement, even if he himself didn't know it.
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Apollo was still there, thankfully. He could've run off, hidden in some staff-only room, or even gained the strength to run out into the rain, vanishing into the dimming afternoon light.
But, there had been two issues. First was Trucy. Not only was upsetting her something he preferred not to do, but Apollo also figured she'd easily be able to outrun him in his current state.
Additionally, was the affect of the overwhelming stress he felt at the moment.
Focusing on it would've brought nothing but instability, and he was much too tired to deal with thoughts of the past, not anymore. So, the moment they had stepped foot within the astronaut lounge, he started searching. Searching for what? He didn't know. But he was just about ripping the room apart in his pursuit, focusing intently on his make-believe goal.
It was just his way of coping. And thankfully for the others tagging along, it forced him to stay put.
‘Trust’
The words kept repeating in his head.
This is the crime scene.
Dayton tries to relax, but his gaze is stinging and intense. Navigating the pathways on how to get through to him was even more so that type of feeling.
Apollo's body tensed as Dayton started to draw near, his feet slightly pivoting to make the rest of him face her.
He really did give off the same vibes as that of a cornered animal, seconds away from lashing out. It didn't help that he raised his hands, up to his mid-torso, in anticipation, almost as if he were getting ready to grab, or punch, or shove.
Maybe he was. He just didn't know it, yet.
For now, though, Apollo simply stood there, staring at her. His eyes were dim, a maelstrom of emotions swirling behind them. It even, just a little, felt like he was staring straight through her.
When she talked again, his eyes focused a little. At least it seemed that he was paying attention, even just slightly, even if it took him a long few seconds to even comprehend what Dayton had said.
"...I need...", he muttered to himself, almost as more of a mimicry of the question rather than an actual attempt to answer it. For a moment, his mouth lingered open as his eyes drifted to the side, lost in brief thought. What was he looking for, again? What was he even doing?
Leaving this room. Leaving this room?
It hadn't even crossed his mind. He had tunnel visioned himself so hard that such an option had vanished. And that option, the moment it was thought of, his decision was solidified.
A glint immediately appeared in Apollo's eyes, his feet starting to move towards the doorway seemingly of their own volition, movements slow and fatigued. As Dayton was in his immediate path, he reached out to push her aside, being surprisingly gentle about the action.
Even still, he gave the sense that one wrong move would make him snap, all over again.
Briefly, his eyes had caught on Trucy, given how close she was to the doorway. The look he gave for that small moment was an apologetic one, the cacophony of emotions within him smothering it out after only a second or so.
Dayton feels the tension slowly bleed out of her as she sees him consider her words. That tension nearly returns tenfold as he steps towards her. She feels a pressure at her side as he pushes her away.
Apollo didn't go far.
Thoughtlessly, he had wandered back the way he came, towards the elevators. Thankfully, they were not taken, with the man's steps taking a slight diversion, towards a little lounge area off to the side. There might've been visitors or staff around, that's what he had been used to, but it was empty.
Apollo sat down in an isolated corner, his body hunching forwards as his head hung limp. Only now did he notice how rapidly his heart was beating, threatening to just about jump out of his chest while his lungs struggled to keep up. The rap of the rain on nearby windows helped him try to focus, as long as the thunder didn't return.
There was a part of him that remained frustrated, that he reacted like so. He shouldn't become upset so easily, he should be powering through the situation. But, growing ever stronger, was the desire to rest.
Of course, he still didn't want to admit to anything. But, Apollo wanted to stop fighting, both himself and the world around him. He just wanted to go home, just wanted to relax. Just wanted to curl up in the blankets on his bed and sleep for days.
Just a moment alone. Away from everything, from everyone. That's all he wanted in the world, right now.
-
The first time he had visited, only a week or so ago, it had been difficult. To be truthful, his reaction was actually fairly similar, the man having searched the entire crime scene top to bottom as a way to cope with the fact that his best friend's corpse had been sitting only a handful of meters away a few hours ago. But, he was more stable, back then. He simply used that sadness to drive him forwards.
Athena could tell, of course. But she understood. Unable to think of a better alternative she had simply given advice from a distance, as well as voicing her opinions on any pieces of evidence she found notable.
It had been her downfall, even if she didn't know it.
On the two's return, Apollo's emptions were muted, as had been the case. But, barely perceptible, was a deep, dead look in his eyes. The thought had taken root, by then, and soon, it would be the thing driving him to murder.
The thought was still there, crippling his reasoning on the situation, grasping his mental state in a chokehold. Removing it would be a feat in of itself, and would likely be required if the man ever expected to live a normal life again... if that was even possible in the first place.
-
When he eventually started to hear footsteps, Apollo remained slouched over, arms crossed for a moment, his eyes closed as his breathing was held at a steady rate. But, after a few seconds, his head raised slowly, a tired stare given to those that approached him.
He would avoid Trucy if he could. He was nothing but a danger to those around him, that's what it felt like. And if physical danger wasn't applicable, how devastated would everyone be when it was discovered what he had done? The idea of her knowing frightened him, as did the idea of his boss finding out. But his will to avoid was slowly wearing away, as the rest of his energy was gradually sapped.
Maybe a few hours ago, he would have tried to run out of the building at the possibility of her interacting, more. But now, all he could bring himself to do now, was sit there and watch.
Little time had passed, at all. But, Apollo seemed to be more cognizant than he had been, the moment of respite having done him well. Of course, he still appeared bedraggled to all hell, but... small steps were the only way to go, really.
@surging-eyes-seeing-au
//Count to ten, start again new thread let’s go!
Day feels her soul abruptly re-entering her body. It was Detective Fullbright, just a colleague…well…former colleague of hers. He was… a lot, in general. But from what she remembered about him, he was well meaning.
"Well, the higher-ups at the station want everything to be checked twice! Gone over with a fine-toothed comb, as you might say." As he straightened up, he adjusted his sunglasses, even putting them on for a moment... in the incredibly dark room.
He never did change, did he?
‘Fine toothed comb, huh?’
"I sure do hope so! The Chief Prosecutor's just about breathing down our necks on this one... and he's much scarier than Prosecutor Blackquill ever was, trust me!"
It did make sense. Miles Edgeworth, being Phoenix's best friend, would certainly be anxious to wrap this case up. It wasn't right to be funneling so many resources into a single case, but for once, the rather inflexible prosecutor felt just about obliged to.
At this point, their best assumption was the Phantom himself, still knowing little of the man.
It was a rather ironic assumption, considering who was actually responsible.
"Well, you did find yourself here! Are you sure you're just here to visit? Or are you doing some investigating of your own?" A big grin appeared on his face. "Not like I'd stop you! Any pursuit of justice is just in my book!"
Fulbright shifted his sunglasses over his eyes once the leaf was shown, a quizzical expression covering the parts of his expression that she could see.
"Well, I certainly know what you mean, Miss Columbia! I do recall your work ethic!" He paused, for a brief moment. "Though I have to admit, I'm a little lost! Is that leaf supposed to be important?"
Dayton smiles sheepishly, twirling the stem between her fingers.
"Oho, who knows? Though I'd be surprised if any evidence could've escaped the gaze of justice!"
When attention was called back to the leaf, Fulbright paused, eyeing the object again. He did seem genuinely perturbed... and who wouldn't? It was just a leaf, after all.
After a moment, he adjusted his sunglasses again, clearly taking a moment to think. "I suppose we never did find out about those bombs, did we? Lotta mysteries hanging around this space center- all just begging to be solved!" Another grin was given. Not entirely appropriate, but on-brand for him.
"And I saw nothing out of the ordinary!" He said with a grin, putting his hands on his hips. "Whole lotta people who looked like they belonged! Maybe a few tourists, too, but that was it!". He wasn't exactly lying... for a few different reasons.
"Oh, are you confident that the astronaut didn't do it?" He said, before hesitating slightly, his voice lowering once more. "If you are... I have an idea of who did. But the evidence was never released, so don't go telling anyone I told you!"
She’s slightly taken aback at his cheerfulness, but she decides to remember who she was talking to.
"Well, there were a few things they ended up dusting for prints, while the trial was still running. They would've gotten submitted, but... the trial ended before that could happen! Oh well!"
His cheery expression turned into a pout, after a moment.
"I really couldn't believe it when I read it. Why would that Cykes girl's prints be on that lighter? You know, the one that was being held by the killer..? That, and I guess they caught her on the security footage in here, too... and it even fits the time frame..."
The pout continued for a few more seconds before he brightened up, once more.
"Well, that's something for the lawyers to find out!- if the case gets revived, anyways!"
Back to the pout his expression flipped. If the topic wasn't so dire, it would really be comedic.
"But with her dead, I'm not sure what all would happen... Maybe all her lawyer friends could get some closure, at least."
Her stomach sinks.
Fulbright gave a perturbed expression to Dayton as she stood in silent contemplation, fiddling with his sunglasses a little more. Such a drawn-out reaction admittedly left him a little curious, as did the leaf. There were things he should ask about, but... subtly doing so was its own challenge.
In response to the smile, he flashed his own, still clearly watching. The shift in her expression was seen, and noted, before he focused back on her words.
"It's no problem at all! I'm glad I could help!" He said, cheerfully, words interrupted by the boom of thunder, its associated lightning illuminating the room in a brief, white light. After leaping in a rather animated reaction of fright, the detective laughed it off, sharply raising his hand in a sort of wave.
"Enjoy the rest of your day! And remember, in justice we trust!"
A rather relevant statement, even if he himself didn't know it.
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Apollo was still there, thankfully. He could've run off, hidden in some staff-only room, or even gained the strength to run out into the rain, vanishing into the dimming afternoon light.
But, there had been two issues. First was Trucy. Not only was upsetting her something he preferred not to do, but Apollo also figured she'd easily be able to outrun him in his current state.
Additionally, was the affect of the overwhelming stress he felt at the moment.
Focusing on it would've brought nothing but instability, and he was much too tired to deal with thoughts of the past, not anymore. So, the moment they had stepped foot within the astronaut lounge, he started searching. Searching for what? He didn't know. But he was just about ripping the room apart in his pursuit, focusing intently on his make-believe goal.
It was just his way of coping. And thankfully for the others tagging along, it forced him to stay put.
‘Trust’
The words kept repeating in his head.
This is the crime scene.
Dayton tries to relax, but his gaze is stinging and intense. Navigating the pathways on how to get through to him was even more so that type of feeling.
Apollo's body tensed as Dayton started to draw near, his feet slightly pivoting to make the rest of him face her.
He really did give off the same vibes as that of a cornered animal, seconds away from lashing out. It didn't help that he raised his hands, up to his mid-torso, in anticipation, almost as if he were getting ready to grab, or punch, or shove.
Maybe he was. He just didn't know it, yet.
For now, though, Apollo simply stood there, staring at her. His eyes were dim, a maelstrom of emotions swirling behind them. It even, just a little, felt like he was staring straight through her.
When she talked again, his eyes focused a little. At least it seemed that he was paying attention, even just slightly, even if it took him a long few seconds to even comprehend what Dayton had said.
"...I need...", he muttered to himself, almost as more of a mimicry of the question rather than an actual attempt to answer it. For a moment, his mouth lingered open as his eyes drifted to the side, lost in brief thought. What was he looking for, again? What was he even doing?
Leaving this room. Leaving this room?
It hadn't even crossed his mind. He had tunnel visioned himself so hard that such an option had vanished. And that option, the moment it was thought of, his decision was solidified.
A glint immediately appeared in Apollo's eyes, his feet starting to move towards the doorway seemingly of their own volition, movements slow and fatigued. As Dayton was in his immediate path, he reached out to push her aside, being surprisingly gentle about the action.
Even still, he gave the sense that one wrong move would make him snap, all over again.
Briefly, his eyes had caught on Trucy, given how close she was to the doorway. The look he gave for that small moment was an apologetic one, the cacophony of emotions within him smothering it out after only a second or so.
For stardust Apollo
Isn’t it not a bad thing that Clay is helping you out? I mean sure the being possessed part is probably weird but he cares about you seemingly more than you care about yourself right now
"...I never said it was a bad thing, did I? The possession is, I... I guess it's less than ideal, I can't control how he acts as me, at all, but... I don't know."
{Maybe if you took control, you could stop me from saying stupid things as you?}
{...I've already answered this.}
{I know... But, there's no harm in checking again!}
{...}
{...Man, you know I can't keep this up forever,}
For stardust or supernova Clay. Is it weird adjusting to Apollo's height when you take control of his body?
"Yeah, actually. He may only be two inches shorter than me, but it really does make a difference. There was even something the other day, I was sure I was tall enough to reach it, but... I ended up having to grab a stool!"
{Hey... that's embarrassing, don't say that.}
{Good to hear your voice for once! You know you worry me, with this silence- And anyways, if you cared so much, wouldn't you take control from me? I won't fight you on it, serious!}
{...}
