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route_10652011-03-29 06:38 pm
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// and you just pray for them
Who: Godot and Phoenix Wright
Where: Cherrygrove City
When: Afternoon of March 29th
Summary: Phoenix is clueless and Godot is annoyed by this.
Rating: ...idfk, T?
Log:
Once he'd managed to make a coffee blend Godot had deemed drinkable, his stay in Cherrygrove seemed to improve drastically. Then again, he believed even hell would be a suitable place to stay if the devil made good coffee. The insect Pokemon he started out with--Scyther, it was apparently called--still seemed determined to attacking Godot on sight, but things in Johto could be worse. After all, there was little the prosecutor could complain about when he had a cup of such good coffee in his hand.
But today was going to be a little more complex than an ordinary day in an extraordinary world. There was something he needed to settle with a pathetic excuse for a defense attorney currently in Cherrygrove. And on that particular day, in a little cafe in that little town?
It was Godot's turn to wait for someone.
Where: Cherrygrove City
When: Afternoon of March 29th
Summary: Phoenix is clueless and Godot is annoyed by this.
Rating: ...idfk, T?
Log:
Once he'd managed to make a coffee blend Godot had deemed drinkable, his stay in Cherrygrove seemed to improve drastically. Then again, he believed even hell would be a suitable place to stay if the devil made good coffee. The insect Pokemon he started out with--Scyther, it was apparently called--still seemed determined to attacking Godot on sight, but things in Johto could be worse. After all, there was little the prosecutor could complain about when he had a cup of such good coffee in his hand.
But today was going to be a little more complex than an ordinary day in an extraordinary world. There was something he needed to settle with a pathetic excuse for a defense attorney currently in Cherrygrove. And on that particular day, in a little cafe in that little town?
It was Godot's turn to wait for someone.
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Not that this was the first time Phoenix had encountered someone from his future. Apollo, Trucy, Iris, Vera...he'd seen a lot of new faces come and go that were surprised, happy, unfamiliar but still happy to see him, but this new enigma?
Why did he get the feeling of hatred coming from this man called Godot?
Well, there wasn't much use pondering about it all day -- after all, he was supposed to meet with the man anyway, and if he was going to get ANY answers, it would be there, not out on the street, twiddling his thumbs.
He pushes the café door open with a gentle shove, glancing around for the man. Beside him strode his ever jovial starter, Butch, seeming unaffected by the apprehension coming from his trainer.
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When he caught sigh of Phoenix, a small smirk played across the prosecutor's face. Just as he'd wanted, that poor excuse of a lawyer had shown himself.
Now hopefully he'd get this ridiculous mess sorted out. How could that idiot not know him? It made less sense than the rest of this place, and annoyed Godot to a degree he wouldn't dare show on his face.