estoria | no objections to parties

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no objections to parties

Who: The Ace Attorney cast + CR!
When: 4/19, afternoon and evening
Where: The function room of some restaurant in the Shopping District
What: Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth, Klavier Gavin and Ema Skye are celebrating their birthdays in one big bash with all their friends.
Rating/Warning: Nobody’s getting murdered, so just Ace Attorney ridiculousness.

[ It was by sheer coincidence that the month of April had so many birthdays from people from the same world. Which meant that the best solution was to have the largest birthday party of all birthday parties. Or so was Klavier’s thinking. He knew that some part of the population was plagued with some weird disease that caused headache and fever, so the celebration was relatively low key.

But low key for Klavier would still be considered extravagant for others. He took the liberty of renting out a large room in one of Cerealia’s many restaurants and sent an invite to everyone who he could think of was in Cerealia and encouraged them to invite their friends. The more the merrier, as he said.

Because all of the people celebrating had some connection with the law, there was thus an appropriate cake. There was some confusion with the food because instead of ramen and burgers, there were ramen burgers instead being served on trays by waiters. Plus the drinks were unusually glimmerous, to say the least (but non alcoholic, of course.)

Aside from the food, there was music and even a piano in the back in case some people wanted to play. A gift table was set up so that people could leave their gifts, but good luck trying to find it. ]

(( this is an open log so please feel free to make top levels for your characters! if your character knows any of the ace attorney people even by the slightest smidgen, chances are they were invited. or you can gatecrash and nobody would be able to tell. or klavier accidentally texted the wrong number and they got invited. ))

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[A nod, and she leaned forward ever so slightly for him to feel her forehead.]

[One would think, given her continued symptoms, that the skin would be warm to the touch. Her cheeks were flushed. Every so often she gave a small shiver. And she was still struggling to stay away when not engaged in direct conversation. And yet...Phoenix would find her temperature to be no different than his, if he were to compare the two.]

[He does spend a few moments feeling her forehead, but no results really. Her head feels as warm and soft as it normally should.

Slightly embarrassed, Phoenix then withdraws his hand.]

W-well, still no signs of a fever. But you still don't look good. Just make sure you keep taking it easy, Iris.

[Iris wasn't normally one to care about her personal appearance, but there was a small twinge of...disappointment?...when Phoenix mentioned the fact that she didn't look good.]

I will. I promise.

You even said so yourself. I don't have a fever. I can't be that sick if I don't have a fever. I must not be sleeping well...adjusting to the new surroundings...the temperature...

[She was partially rambling now. Trying to convince herself as much as him.]

[Whoops. He didn't even consider how she would interpret those words. But he looked on with worry as she rambled on, and he tried to stop her with a quiet tone.]

Hey... it's alright. Whatever this is, we'll figure it out, alright? We'll find a solution.

But for right now, I think that the best thing we can do is - is to just sit back and take it easy.

...that, I think I can manage.

[She already had the sitting part down. And, from that part of the room, she could look out and see almost everyone in attendance. Smiling softly, even though a faint yawn, at how many familiar faces she could already recognize.]

You have so many friends here, Feenie. It's wonderful.

[He smiles bashfully and gives a small laugh.]

I do, don't I? I guess I'm lucky. [Lucky to have made so many friends... and lucky that so many people I care about made it here.]

I couldn't ask for anything more for a birthday present, belated as it is.

[On the subject of presents...]

I...did manage to get you something. It's not much--I couldn't stay out shopping for too long without getting tired--but...I hope you like it...

[With that, she reached over and pulled out a small box. Not even meeting his gaze as she shyly passed it to him. When he opens it, he'll find twin cuff links meant to match his lawyer suit.]

[His eyes widen slightly with curiosity as he hears that, and he softly takes the small box from her, eyebrows raising as he opens it.

And he gives a warm smile as he looks them over.]

Iris... I love them.

[He looks right at her.]

Thank you so much! [And then he turns to pick up the cuff links and start fiddling with them in his fingers.]

[Her response was almost reflexive; she reached over and took the cufflinks from him. With her experiencing navigating fine point needles and thread, she had no problems working the tiny clasps of the cuff links, which she proceeded to place inside the button hole of his sleeve.]

I saw them, and couldn't help thinking of you. The way you are in a courtroom. Always balancing the pros and cons of finding the Truth and carrying the weight of that honesty with you.

Whoa- that tickles! [He chortles lightly as she does her work with the cufflinks. And as she goes on, he looks like he's almost getting choked up by her word.]

Wow. Thanks, Iris. That's... that's the look that I go for! [A more nervous laugh.] I'm just glad, for all the times that the Truth can successfully be reached.

Sorry.

[Maybe it was her current illness. She was tired and a little weaker than usual and not on top of things. Any other time, she would have blushed. This time, however, she merely laughed right along with him. Adjusting her movements with the second cuff link so that her touch wouldn't tickle the other wrist.]

I'm glad...that I no longer have to be afraid of the Truth.

[He might have been exaggerating a little bit. But he smiles, while also gazing down at her in concern.]

I... I'm glad that you're not afraid, Iris. [And some admiration shines through his eyes.]

You always have been so strong.

[She shook her head, but it was with a smile.]

Not really. I was always just around strong people. It's always easier to pretend when you have someone to look up to what you want to be.

What is it they say? Fake it until you make it? [He shakes his head more lightly.]

Even if it feels like you're pretending... That's still a type of strength. And something that helps you to become stronger. I know that you're a strong person, Iris.

...so you think I was strong when I was pretending to be my sister?

[Her eyes lifted to meet his gaze now. They were glossy an unfocused, but it was clear that she knew what she was asking: a question that had been on her mind for...quite a long time.]

[He scratches at his head for a moment, and then he nods.]

Well... Yes. Even if what you were doing wasn't necessarily the right thing, it's not like you wanted to be her. Y-you pretended to be her to protect her. You set aside what you wanted and persevered.

That.... that still sounds like strength to me, Iris.

[It was a compliment. It was almost certainly meant to be a compliment, and more than just the part about him reaffirming how strong he thought she was.]

[Yes, her smile grew sad. And she shook her head.]

No, Feenie, you're wrong.

[Not about all of it. Just...]

I did want to be Dahlia. She did so many awful things, yes, but...when we were younger, I knew a different side of her. I saw how she was strong and always willing to do what she thought was necessary to get what she wanted. She had a difficult life, and she was able to survive in the only way she knew how.

When I...when I first tried to convince her to let me take her place, I think...a part of me wanted to do it for more reasons than just protecting her.

[He takes that all in with a serious look, folding his fingers in thought.]

...I see. If that's so, Iris, then I'm sorry for assuming otherwise. I never realized that- that you saw it in that way.

[Dahlia... I guess that she did have her own strengths, alongside the poison and the betryal.]

So you truly did want to be her?

I thought I did.

[Certainly not the parts that hurt other people. Not the poison and betrayal and constant lying and manipulation.]

But...[She shook her head.]...not anymore.

[A light smile cracks his face.]

Yes... I see.

Iris, you never stood a chance of becoming Dahlia Hawthorne. Because, in the end, you really were too strong. [Otherwise, she would have ended up just like Dahlia...]

And you are your own person.

[After a moment's pause to allow his words to sink in...her expression wasn't much different from his.]

I am.

And part of that is because of you. Because even when I slipped in my role at times, you never seemed to notice. You liked me just the same.

Of course I did. [he looks at her with a sunny smile, gesturing towards her with both hands.] You're... you!

I didn't even know what slip-ups to look for. I was... It was practically like being under a spell. Of - of simple, blissful happiness. I don't think the real Dahlia could have pulled that off in the long run. ...Only a kind and strong heart like yours could.

[...okay, that time, she did blush.]

You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that, Feenie.

At times...I felt the same way. Like I was under a spell of happiness all my own. You were one of my first experiences outside either the Temple or Dahlia. I learned a lot from you.

[Happy? Just the idea of helping Iris feel happy gives Phoenix's heart a rush of warm energy as he looks at her.]

A- a spell of happiness, huh? [A shame it couldn't last. ...Is it really true, what they say? That all good things must come to an end?] Yeah... I'd say that sounds right.

I'm happy, and proud for- for anything I was able to help you to learn. I learned a lot from you too, you know. [Even if a lot of it was confused and/or undermined by that incident that ended it all.]

Really? Like what?

[What could she have possibly taught him? A sheltered temple girl. The few skills she possessed had to have been kept hidden because of her deception. Most of their conversation centered around little things. Likes. Dislikes. She''d been so genuinely curious about his studies that she could have spent hours listening to him tell her about anything and everything without uttering a single word in return.]

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