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Post by Teej on Feb 15, 2007 0:01:54 GMT -5
Phoenix kicked his feet up on his desk and sighed heavily, flipping through some papers that had recently arrived in his office. His blue coat was hung on a coat hanger to his left, and he was apparently drowsy, almost nodding off while reading the documents. Despite joining under directions from a client under te name of Gahm, Wright had no cases revolving the game yet. He moved his eyes away from his papers and onto his computer.
'Still nothing.
Phoenix sighed once again, laying the papers on his desk, and repositioning his feet to be on the ground once again.
"It's a real pain dealing with trials in real life apart from these, but why am I even here when there's never a trial to begin with?"
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Post by Morph on Feb 16, 2007 2:58:59 GMT -5
(OOC: I asked BD when he wanted to release Glacial, because he put him there. He never gave a specific time, so you should ask him. >.>
But anyway, until Glacierman is able to return, it doesn't matter much anyways, since in a "Releasing Glacial" thread he wouldn't be able to play as him.)
From behind came a shadow towards the desk of Monsieur Phoenix Wright, slowly coming closer.
A hand landed on Phoenix' shoulder. Behind the young attorney stood Gahm in his normal black-and-white semi-robe clothing.
"Enjoying yourself?" He asked in a slightly teasing tone.
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Post by Teej on Feb 16, 2007 10:10:47 GMT -5
"GYAH!" The surprise of the mysterius hand caused Mr. Wright's feet to jerk, nearly causing him to fall backwards. He quickly balanced himself and turned his chair towards Gahm.
"Why, yes sir. You see, I just asked to get the office painted again, and it's been a real thrill watching the paint dry."
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Post by Morph on Feb 16, 2007 10:12:39 GMT -5
Gahm chuckled. "Well," He said, "if you ever get bored of watching paint dry, you could come over to Kattelox. We have had new grass placed there a short while ago, so if you like, you can watch it grow." He said with the least of sarcasm sounding through in his voice.
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Post by Teej on Feb 16, 2007 10:41:59 GMT -5
"Interesting, I'll have to check that out later." The lawyer put his head on his hands, pretending to think about it.
"So...what brings thou here, unless you only wish for friendly chat. If so, pull up a seat, I belive I just saw a bit of paint drip off the wall. We're reaching the climax of this, I think."
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Post by Morph on Feb 16, 2007 10:43:54 GMT -5
"Well," Gahm said, "to be honest, I wanted to discuss with you the way your business runs here, and if you, perhaps, would like to see some changes." He explained as he sat down in a comfy seat.
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Post by Teej on Feb 16, 2007 10:45:22 GMT -5
"You mean, social interaction with someone besides myself and this online game of solitare?" He asked, looking again at Gahm now.
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Post by Morph on Feb 16, 2007 10:47:09 GMT -5
Gahm quirked a brow. "If you want to, we could have a very human-like, Mia-based NPC help you out here and provide social interaction for you if everyone else is too busy." He said.
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Post by Teej on Feb 16, 2007 17:58:40 GMT -5
"Mia's dead." Phoenix said rather flatly. It was true that he missed her, but brining up memories couldn't help him in any way.
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Post by Morph on Feb 17, 2007 10:37:33 GMT -5
Gahm blinked at Phoenix' statement, and was then suddenly reminded of how he was actually talking to someone who was actually a really advanced AI created by the employees of Capcom.
Instead of apologizing, he decided not to mention it anymore, but go on to something else. "Well, perhaps Odoriki then?" He suggested.
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Post by Teej on Feb 17, 2007 14:00:44 GMT -5
"You mean the kid who tried to defend me once and happened to forget what the term 'OBJECTION!' really means?" Wright asked, looking to his computer again. For whatever reason, he didn't want anyone, despite the lonliness here. He wanted a job, like he was designed for. Since he is an AI, he considered his past events in games reality, but was also aware that this was a game itself, so he thought of himself as a real lawyer working in a game under the request of someone. A very odd disposition.
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Post by Morph on Feb 17, 2007 14:11:49 GMT -5
"At least you could object to his whole existance." Gahm joked. "But anyways, is there anything you would like to have changed?"
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Post by Teej on Feb 17, 2007 15:37:31 GMT -5
"What I would want changed.....?" Wright slumped over in thought for a moment.
"Why, yes. Can the office be somehow moved to outside of the room so anyone could enter it? I'd want it near here, of course...but it gets boring jus seeing you guys time and time again."
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Post by Morph on Feb 17, 2007 17:16:27 GMT -5
Gahm thought about that for a moment before answering. "Well, we had thought of doing that, but since The Room is a wholly different place than any other place in Ymaggion, there isn't really a place closest to it on the outside." He said. "But if you want to, you could go find a place where we could relocate your business. In the Core, or in Minervum or Newdam, or, if you want to, in Hell."
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Post by Teej on Feb 17, 2007 19:31:09 GMT -5
"The Core sounds like a good bet...since it's the center of Ymaggion, I'd think of it as a very likely area to hold office." Phoenix said, slumping over to is computer again.
"By the by...I'd still be able to get in the room of course, correct? I'd need to to question the defendants and set up a case."
(So are you just gonna move the topic then? >__>)
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