route_1065 | Lovestruck Romeo, sings the streets a serenade

Who:

justicepuns being the best ninjas ever.
Where: Smack dab in the middle on Route 30/31, but slowly progresses towards Violet City. Probably.
When: November 9th, in the early evening (5:00 or so?)
Summary: After sneaking out of Violet four days ago (namely, on the 5th) with only his bag, two of his Pokémon and the clothes on his back, Phoenix Wright finally meets Dahlia Hawthorne face to face. Be prepared for a lot of wibbling, manipulation, and dramatic irony. Miles and Apollo have also followed him from Violet, as well, but neither Phoenix nor Dahlia are aware of this.
Rating: PGish. Depends on how sick you feel reading Dahlia's posts, mmkay. ALSO UH, SPOILERS FOR THE FIRST CASE OF TRIAL AND TRIBULATIONS.
Log:

The feeling wasnt unlike what one would feel when they're about to embark on their first date.

Phoenix had a feeling this was probably NOT a good thing; he was 25, not 15, and it wasn't as if he should be excited about this. Which he wasn't, just...nervous. Incredibly nervous. And scared.

He hadn't told anybody he was leaving. There was a flash of guilt and he sighed, digging his hands into his pockets and continuing to trudge forward across the grass, thinking back to his friends that were probably worried sick about him back in the city. Larry, Edgeworth, Trucy, Maya...but he knew that, if he'd breathed a word of what he was planning to any of them, they would have stopped him in his tracks. You can't do this, they would have said. This is stupid. You can't do this alone.

...they were probably right.

He hadn't seen Dahlia in four years. When she'd been arrested, he'd been too much of a wreck to attend her seperate trial -- and, afterwards, he'd been too much of a coward to visit her in jail. What if she'd been lonely, he thought, glancing up at the sky that was being lightly tinted by the beginnings of evening, a trickling orange bleeding out over his head. What if she'd been lonely?

Maybe he was trying to prove something, setting off on his own like this. He'd been told so many times that what had happened all those years ago wasn't his fault, but just because people said it...didn't make it true. He felt guilty for not protecting her enough, even if she had been in the fault. He felt guilty for not visiting her in the four years since, and felt guilty for trying to forget when he wasn' even completely gone yet. And more than anything, he felt guilty for whatever he did that had made Dahlia hate him.

Even if it was the fact that he'd done nothing that had made her hate him.

...it was all very confusing, and Phoenix didn't want to get a thobbing headache right before he met up with his ex-girlfriend. Pausing at their meeting spot -- a large, low-branched tree smack dab in the middle of the route -- he gestured for his two companions to come to him.

He'd decided to only bring Butch and Pidge on his trip. If something...did end up happening, something that made his stomach churn and his hands sweat with fear and unease, he would need someone to send the message back to Violet. Hence, the Pidgeotto. And Butch...well, he was Butch. The Quagsire could never be persuaded to stay behind, and so come he had. Phoenix had appreciated the company, too.

"Alright, you two." He kneeled down so that he was eye level with Butch, who had paused next to him and was looking up at his trainer with a quizzical expression. Pidge, who had swooped down with a loud "Piii!" when he'd called, hovered near Butch's head, also tilting her head as if to ask him a question. "Pidge, I want you to stay hidden. I--no, don't give me that look, I told you this before we left -- I need you to be able to fly back to Violet and warn the others if..." He dwindled into brooding silence, apprehension beginning to make his hands shake -- but Phoenix quickly shook it off and turned to Butch, after Pidge's objectionable squawks had tapered into resentful consent.

"Butch, just...stick close to me, alright?" He rubbed the Quagsire's head affectionately, and recieved a fond "Quaa!" in return. "I don't want you to get hurt."

"Qua quagsire. Si sire."

"Good to hear." Another grin.

...slowly, he straightened up, gesturing for Pidge to go into hiding as he leaned back against the tree, his loyal starter taking up a laxidasial position next to him. After a flurry of feathers and several loud chirps, the Pidgeotto was nowhere to be seen, and...it was quiet. But for the incessant backgroud music, that is.

And Phoenix waited.

[ooc; What is verbose. AHAHA. S-sorry I talk too much. And apologies for typos, I suck at proofreading my own shit.]

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Edgeworth just nods again, his eyes glued on Phoenix and Dahlia.

"We will be," he muttered in affirmation.

And ready he will be. He tightened his grip on his sleeve and bit his lip, his eyebrows furrowed. He was going to make sure Phoenix was safe. Even if the man ended up despising him--

Dahlia wasn't going to hurt Trucy Wright's father.

The moment she talks about setting up camp, Apollo realizes that Phoenix is really, truly going to stick with her. How were they going to separate them? What if he tries to get her to travel with everyone else? Phoenix is clearly blinded; he's putting everyone in danger.

Did...did Phoenix just look at them?

"I think he's noticed us. We should move."

Phoenix Wright was a hypocrite. He had said that he wanted to keep everyone safe, he'd said that when he was fighting those Missingno, when he was talking to Edgeworth about Dahlia Hawthorne -- and he was going back on those words. Inadvertently, of course; there was no way Phoenix would purposely put his friends, his daughter, in danger--

.....Was there? He was blinded by that "love" he felt for Dahlia, some unreciprocated affection that he clung to. Edgeworth wasn't sure anymore what, exactly, Phoenix was capable of doing.... if Dahlia said the word, would he turn his back to them to be with her?

And then Phoenix turned his head towards the trees they were behind. He was going to set up camp here.

At Apollo's words, Edgeworth nods. "Let's hurry, before he gets too close."

Phoenix definitely noticed something, but Edgeworth was sure that, in this darkness where even he could barely make out the man, he wouldn't have recognized them. After all, the only reason why he could see Phoenix was because of the flashlight.

Apollo starts moving carefully and slowly. He's trying to make as little noise as possible. If Phoenix finds them, there's going to be trouble in so many ways. They need to find a better hiding place. Because there's no way Apollo is going to leave Phoenix alone at night miles from civilization with his murderous ex-girlfriend. (Or was she his girlfriend again now?)

Edgeworth follows Apollo's movement, keeping his eyes on Phoenix and Dahlia as he does so. He's careful not to be caught by Phoenix; not only would the lawyer be mad... he'd really be taken by Dahlia.

".....He said he wanted to keep everyone safe, Mr. Apollo."

Apollo stays quiet for a moment, watching Phoenix and Dahlia to make sure they haven't noticed. Once he deems themselves safe enough, he answers:

"I'm not following his logic, honestly."

Phoenix seems to have just made it worse. He was ensnared by the woman he was trying to protect everyone from.

"There is no logic to this."

The words come out as a bit of a harsh whisper. Startled by his own voice, Edgeworth takes a few deep breaths to keep himself from losing his calm; this was no time to act on his anger, he had to stay calm and make sure Phoenix didn't get hurt -- his anger could come later.

"He probably has his reasons. Maybe he wants to keep an eye on her, or he plans to stay with her, alone, so she wouldn't come near everyone." That sounded like something Phoenix would do. Narrowing his eyes, Edgeworth almost glares in Phoenix and Dahlia's direction.

"We can worry about that later."

There was no way Phoenix was getting away with this without a nice long conversation with Apollo after the fact. He had done something incredibly stupid, so stupid Apollo had lost a lot of trust in him. Apollo had never realized that what had made Phoenix a great lawyer also made him so vulnerable. Maybe that was one of the lessons the Phoenix from his time had been trying to teach him-- the world is full of people who will take advantage of you and betray you, so don't wear your heart on your sleeve.

Apollo stops moving. They're probably safe for now. He listens carefully to what Dahlia is saying. They need to know where Dahlia and Phoenix are going to be camping. Not that he think Dahlia would hurt Phoenix now, not when she has him wrapped around her little finger. But he has to be sure.

Edgeworth doesn't reply, silently sitting down beside Apollo, his eyes still on Phoenix and Dahlia.

Phoenix was stupid. Stupid stupid - so trusting, gullible. He was always like, had always been like that. But he was also trustable, reliable, and Edgeworth had looked up to him after meeting him here in Johto. When the Missingno. attacked, he'd been angry at Phoenix for playing the hero, but there was also a feeling of admiration and respect for him. Phoenix, then, was almost like Gregory Edgeworth.

And he still was, really.

"He reminds me of my father, sometimes."

Edgeworth only hoped that Phoenix wouldn't end like Gregory.

"That sounds like an insult to your father."

Apollo tries not to shuffle around too much. Honestly, he's starting to wonder if he's insulted by being compared to Phoenix so many times before, and he suspects someone else would find it an insult after this stunt.

"I'm not talking about this," Edgeworth mutters, gesturing towards Phoenix and Dahlia.

His father never would have done something like this. His father may have been idealistic and overly trusting, but he wouldn't do something that would put others around him danger. Never.

"The way Wright tries so hard to maintain his faith in her. My father was a lawyer too, and he was honest and said he believed his clients, always."

Edgeworth pauses.

"He was smarter than Wright, though."

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"Faith in your clients is important. But there's such a thing as too much faith. I think this qualifies."

Phoenix seems to have noticed them again. Apollo feels even more on-edge now.

"Stay very still."

".....Perhaps he'll learn from this."

And Edgeworth stays still, as instructed.

"I hope so."

Phoenix needs to learn about having too much trust. His friends can't look after him all the time. Apollo just hoped that he learned this lesson now, before something happened.

Edgeworth had a nagging feeling in his stomach that Phoenix was the kind of man who would sacrifice himself for the sake of others. He hoped that Phoenix would learn not to trust Dahlia, or anyone, blindly, but he also hoped. He hoped that, if Phoenix came to not trust Dahlia around him and the others, he wouldn't try to take Dahlia away by deserting them, absconding into the night--

-- similar to what Edgeworth and his mother had done, after that incident.

Even if something were to happen to Phoenix, he hoped it wasn't that. As the night's chill crept over him, he shifted closer to Apollo and watched in silence.

Lovestruck Romeo, sings the streets a serenade

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