Turnabout Midlife Crisis

[bewrightback]

Who: Phoenix Wright and you!
When: The latter days of the event
Where: Around Cerealia!
What: Phoenix does dumb things while trying to seek that big adrenaline rush
Rating/Warning: None yet

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[Phoenix has found himself increasingly restless this week, like he needs to do something. He imagines it might just be the stress from Mosley's choice. But regardless of the truth, he ends up setting out to take action in the latter days of the voting period.]

A.

[Phoenix has ended up at ye old motorcyle shop, where he's curiously sizing up the choices. He approaches one and tentatively fiddles with the handlebars.]

There's so many choices... Which one would be the best for me? [I just want to start riding already!]

B.

[Phoenix now has a motorcycle and he's ready to ride it around town! ...He still thinks to wear a helmet though.

But you can catch him trying to recklessly weave around traffic or through a closed down streett... and if you have a vehicle of your own, he'll start revving up his bike at the stop light as a challenge to a race.]

C.

[Motorcyclng isn't the only hobby he's now trying to pursue in search of that great adrenaline rush. So he's ended up in an alleyway, where he takes a moment to carefully survey the dumpster and other boxes littering it. Then he claps his hands together excitedly.]

Alright, this should be fun... Parkour!! [Phoenix hops off of one box to grab onto the side of the dumpster and carry himself up. ...Then he tries to run up the wall, only to fall right into the dumpster.]

D. Wildcard!

[Or run into him in some other context! He also has the elemental effect of randomly starting fires around him.]

Comments

C

[forceofnature]

You know.

[The girl at the entrance of the alleyway openly stares.]

You go to the trouble of creating a species that's supposed to be the absolute peak of all creation, and this is what you end up with.

This is so sad.

[bewrightback]

Hold it! [A muffled shout echoes from the dumpster as Phoenix tries to pull himself up. He couldn't completely make out what she said, but he thinks he got the gist.]

...That was just a practice run! That's all.

[forceofnature]

The fact that you're preparing to try this again doesn't change the core of my message any.

[Viridi pauses.]

It does change how much longer I'm going to stand here and stare at you, though. Continue.

[bewrightback]

Hey! You know, if at first, you don't succeed... try, try again? [He smiles meekly as his head surfaces from the dumpster, a banana peel lodged amongst the spikes of his hair.]

And I bet it'll be really great if it works out! [Maybe that'll calm this restless feeling!]

[forceofnature]

W.....hy?

[Somehow or another, Viridi has conjured up a bag of chips and she slowly snacks while staring blankly.]

Of all the ways to waste time, jumping into a dumpster must rank near the bottom. If not the very bottom.

[bewrightback]

Hold it! Getting into the dumpster is really what I'm trying to avoid. What I'm actually aiming for, is to learn how to parkour! That'd be a real accomplishment, right?

[It's scary thinking of how high up I could go if I succeed... but I feel like I have to do something!]

[forceofnature]

Mmmmm I don't actually know what that is, but if it involves plunging into dumpsters when you fail, I suggest starting with something a little less strenuous.

Maybe try recreational power-walking. Or stamp collecting.

c!

[trueend]

[Well. This sure is happening.

Frisk is holding a metal pipe in their hand, which is disconcerting. But it's not nearly as disconcerting as watching a grown adult try and fail to run up a wall. They hang back at the entrance of the alleyway, carefully deliberating their choices, before. Just. Whatever. Stress and frustration or not, they might as well approach the dumpster.]

... Are you dead?

[Encouraging.]

[bewrightback]

[...

...

That's a good question.

Phoenix groans, which provides is own answer, as he tries to climb his way out of the garbage. It sounded like a young voice that called out to him, so Phoenix tries to be lighthearted.]

The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated!

[trueend]

... But there aren't any rumors.

[Now that they know they don't have to be concerned, they're... confused. Looks like Phoenix's attempt at being lighthearted and "in" with the kids failed. Sorry, but not sorry.]

You gonna be able to climb out? You're not... hurt, right?

[bewrightback]

....Right. Um, but nothing to worry about here! The only thing hurt here is my pride... and how clean I look!

[But as he tries to climb out, suddenly there's a cracking sound.]

Ow, my back!

let's play a game called: how late can i be to tagging back

[trueend]

... Oh. So you're old.

[Frisk, please stop associating old people with back problems. Also, don't tell people they're old.]

Do you need help getting out? S'okay if you use my pipe as a cane.

B

[naturae]

[ Sapphire is lucky enough to be in one of the alleyways Phoenix recklessly drives through — or, rather, unlucky enough, because he nearly hits her. She'd been trying to get away from people, so she wandered her way here, but clearly that didn't end particularly well. Normally, he wouldn't really come close to hitting her with how good her reaction time is, but it's much slower lately, and thus she barely gets out of the way. ]

H-Hey, watch where yer goin', would ya!

[ At least she still has enough energy to yell and be mad, but for how long? ]

[bewrightback]

[Well, that's enough to get Phoenix to slow down for the moment, and he brings the motorcycle to a stop as he looks towards the girl in concern.]

Whoa - sorry sorry sorry! I... I guess I lot track of where I was going. Are you alright?

[naturae]

[ That is suddenly a weirdly loaded question for her at the moment. ]

I — I'm fine! [ She didn't get hurt at least. And a beat, before: ] Sorry for botherin' ya.

[ Sapphire what it's the complete opposite. ]

[bewrightback]

[...]

Wait, what?! No matter how you look at it, there's no way that you're the one bothering me! [He steps off of the motorcycle as he looks at her.] Are you sure you're alright?

[naturae]

[ Wow, wow, don't question her like this! His getting off his motorcycle is a sign that he intends to talk to her more and that's a no-go right now. Thanks Cerealia. ]

I said I'm fine! What're ya pushin' the question for! Don'tcha got other people to try 'n hit!

[ ... The only way she knows how to push people away is by yelling. ]

[bewrightback]

No, no more people to hit! [He waves his hands defensively.]

I'm just trying to make sure.

[naturae]

W-Well ya made sure jus' fine! What're ya so concerned 'bout, anyway?

[ No need to be concerned with her, she's not even feeling too hot about herself right now, anyway. So she's not really seeing the reason to want to know if she's okay. ]

A

[prosecutory]

[Edgeworth, already feeling the doldrums wash over him lately, has likewise stumbled into the motorcycle shop. He's considering buying one after one too many dreams about Death City and how learning to drive a motorcycle there wasn't all bad, and after wondering if getting one would make him more useful around here in case the next catastrophe broke out.

He catches sight of a familiar blue suit and wanders over, raising an eyebrow. Normally he wouldn't let this opportunity slip and bring out the bucket of snark, but today...he doesn't really feel like it.

Edgeworth points casually at the motorcycle Phoenix is fiddling with.]

Do you even know how to drive one of these, Wright?

[bewrightback]

[Phoenix is tinkering with the handles of the motorcyle, trying to imagine riding it and all of this restless feeling fading away... then he's snapped to reality by Edgeworth's call, and he turns sheepishly towards his oldest friend.]

Eheheh... Come on, Edgeworth! It can't be that much different than riding a bike. ...Could it?

[prosecutory]

[Truth be told, Edgeworth doesn't know how to ride a regular bike. Then again, when you have enough money to take driving lessons and THEN buy a car...

He shakes his head slowly.]

Oh, it's very much different. Surely even you would notice. [He's looking at the motorcycle intently as if hoping Phoenix would follow his train of thought.]

[bewrightback]

[Just like always, Edgeworth thinks he's so smart!]

W-well, I mean there's no peddles, and it'll definitely move faster than a bicycle. So, that may take some getting used to... But come on, Edgeworth! I bet it's no big deal.

[prosecutory]

["Some" getting used to, he says.]

If that's all you think there is, you shouldn't be given a license.

[bewrightback]

Ahahaha! Lighten up, Edgeworth. This could be really fun! What's the worst that could happen?