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March Catch-all (open)

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milesedgelord) & You.
What: March Catch-all.
When: The first three weeks of March.
Where: Olympia
Warning(s):None. Will update if needed.

House 69: [Open to all]

[In the week following the riots, Miles came home to find that not only had his shared residence been raided and looted, it had also been burnt in places. He was grateful that he and his housemate had decided to vacate the property during the early days, though he had a dislocated shoulder and three cracked ribs to show for. However, it would have been far far worse if they had been caught inside while the flames were going. He counted his blessings.

Still, it was frustrating to have his home vandalized for the second time in the six months that he had lived here. He was going to have to work harder and move to a better area soon.

If he were to have any visitors they would see him attempting to clean off graffiti on the exterior of the house. There was a small pomeranian running about underfoot yapping excitedly as he worked. It was obvious that he was straining when reaching, only to stop and clutch at his torso, cursing in a loud string of colorful German.]

Please don’t give me that look!

[Was he talking to the dog? Who knew?]

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It's nice to meet you, Pess.

[Venom didn't want to comment about the state of their home as he didn't want to seem rude. Had he known about the damage sooner, he would have offered help to repair. He makes a mental note to drop by in the future to lend a hand. At least his friend and his new dog are in good spirits.

He sets the small pair of cakes on the table, noting the adorable apron and the wincing.]

You're welcome. I think it's safe to say I'm getting used to being invited over by friends. The sandwiches look delicious, by the way.

He loves meeting new people. He is definitely the extrovert out of the pair of us.

[He chuckled softly. Pess gave one very happy bark. He liked when his name was mentioned it seemed.]

I'm glad.

Thank you. My best friend somehow picked up baking as a skill when he wasn't litigating, and bakes bread for our household. He is amazing at it.

I only found out myself about the skill recently. You can know someone your entire life, and you can still be surprised by them.

Now onto the greater question. What type of tea would you like? I should get the kettle ready.

A baker, you say? I've done some baking, as well. Had I known I would have brought some rolls or a bread loaf.

[He wonders if this best friend is Phoenix, and a small knot starts to grow in his stomach. He's ignoring it for the sake of his friend because chances are he's overthinking it.]

At least it's a pleasant surprise.

Do you have hibiscus tea, by any chance?

Oh! I had no idea. I would love to try your bread sometime. Cooking, in general, is a rather new venture for me, I'm afraid.

[He disappeared into the kitchen once more, setting a kettle to boil. He rummaged around his cupboard as well, before muttering an ecstatic "Eureka" as he found a few tea tins that had survived the raid.]

I found some. It's only a third of the tin but it may be enough for our lunch.

[He returned from the kitchen to set down a small platter with two mugs and a small ceramic teapot.]

The water shouldn't be too long, now. Er... How have you been?

I've gotten more into it lately. I might even convince my roommate to let us host a small dinner for us and our neighbors. If it does come to fruition, you're invited.

[He waits patiently for the tea while staring down those small sandwiches. That little knot grows as he takes in more of the damaged surroundings. He knows he's been here before and he can't help thinking about the possible connection between Phoenix and Miles.]

Doing what I can, really. Our area was mostly spared, but I've been going out to help with treating the injured. An assassin that heals...

[That still sounds really weird.]

Thank you. that is really sweet of you.

[And with that the kettle made a sharp high pitched hiss. He slipped back into the kitchen, returning with the kettle and a small bowl of meat for Pess. The small dog was following his master back and forth between the rooms, yapping happily at the prospect of being fed. He settled down on the seat across from Venom and held out a piece of meat for the dog.]

That's wonderful though. Better to heal than harm.

Actually, I was wondering if I could ask you a favor.

It's the least I can do for a friend.

[He watches Miles and Pess interact, curious about his own recent addition back home. It's only an egg, but it's been kept warm and away from anything dangerous in case it hatches while he's gone. Perhaps it'll be a lizard or bird companion. He'll just have to wait and see.

He readies his mug.]

Oh? What kind of favor?

[Miles shifted uncomfortably in his seat. In all truth, his body was hurting far more than he was letting on. He untied his apron with his right hand and placed it on the table.]

Er... If it isn't too much trouble...

Would you be able to take a look at my ribs and left shoulder? I believe that I may have cracked them and dislocated my shoulder. We managed to pop things back into place but I want to make certain that it is healing properly.

I know that in this kind of thing one just really needs time more than anything else. But it would be nice to have a set of more professional eyes on the injuries.

What happened?

[A look of worry washes over him as he moves closer.]

I mean, I'll be happy to look at them. Had I known, I would have brought my salves. A friend of mine makes some really good ones that soothe muscle pain.

[Venom reaches out and gently touches his friend's shoulder, checking for any surface aches and pains.]

If you don't mind, can you remove your shirt?

My friend and I had to evacuate because of the riots. Despite trying to keep a low profile, somehow we ended up caught up in a brawl. I think I got knocked into a wall by some sort of blast.

[He is certainly not mentioning that the brawl was started by someone trying to steal Phoenix's pet tree in the middle of the chaos.

Miles audibly hisses in pain at the contact, his shoulder was still quite swollen and sore. He nods and uses his good hand to unbutton his shirt, he struggled slightly trying to slip it off before finally setting it on the table.

His torso was covered in bruises on his left side. His shoulder was visibly swollen and there were angry raised red marks on the side of his ribs.]

How bad does it look?

[Venom examines the exposed bruises closer. They look horrible, but there are clear signs that he's healing like he's supposed to. Nothing that suggests anything serious.]

You sustained some damage, but I don't think it's anything serious. A few cold compresses and some rest will help ease the soreness. If you need anything for the pain, I can ask my friends to mix a stronger salve for you.

[He double-checks the angrier marks, noting their healing despite their appearance. Miles was very lucky.]

[Ever since the chaos of the riot Phoenix had been doing whatever he could to compensate for what he was unable to prevent. He was a pacifist by nature and he had little to no knowledge with things like weapons or magic. Truthfully, the whole thing had been making him feel a little useless since he had arrived on El Nysa.

In a world that seemed much like something out of a fantasy story, being a normal person made everyone and everything else around you seem so powerful.

But he could still help! And so, thanks to a certain bicycle that arrived at his home after the chaos (Did one of the looters accidentally leave it there? How odd.), Phoenix had been traveling from district to district helping anyone he could. Of course, between helping file paperwork and medicine at the infirmary, helping clean up and organize the theater district, keeping an eye on the courtesans at work, and aiding Miles with repairs on the house as well as his injuries, Phoenix was in a near constant state of exauhstion. Not that he wasn't used to that sort of thing.

But perhaps that was why he didn't even think as he opened the front door to his home, yawning out loudly and stretching his arms out in the air as he made his way in.]

YaaaAAAAAaaaah.... Hey Miles, you feeling any better- Ah?

[Oh? What was Venom doing here? Had he come over to visit again?

... Wait...]

[....WAIT MILES IS HERE TOO ISNT HE!?!?]

[AGGGHHHHH!!!! MILES AND VENOM ARE BOTH IN THE SAME PLACE AT THE SAME TIME AND THAT TIME IS NOW AND THAT PLACE IS IN HIS HOUSE!?!?]

[Wait.

Was Miles not wearing a shirt?

Why?]

[AGH! never mind that Phoenix Wright! Abort mission!

ABORT MISSION!!!]

.... Ah. Actually, I think I left my will to live over at the theater district.

Hold on... I'll be back in a bit.

[Closes door.]

Welcome, Ho-???

[That was the oddest sequence of events that Miles had ever witnessed and he's seen some pretty weird shit in court.]

What on earth?!

[He turned to look at Venom, still stunned.]

[That also was the guiltiest expression he has ever seen and he's been a prosecutor since he was 20.

What did Phoenix do this time?! Was he involved in getting himself almost killed? Was the Mafia after him? It could e any number of things.]

E-Excuse me for a second, Venom.

[He got up and opened the door, calling out down the street.]

PHOENIX WRIGHT! Get your ass back in here this instant and tell me what you've done!

[The effort of yelling hurt a lot but he was in full prosecutor dad mode.]

[So Phoenix did live with Miles. Little by little it all started coming together. He watches as the prosecutor goes after the other man, yelling at the top of his lungs.]

Miles, you shouldn't strain yourself. You'll make those injuries worse.

[EEK!

Busted! He is so busted!

How were they both here at the same time? Why now? Why here? Did Venom come to visit only to find Miles home? Did they know? Why was Miles shirtless?!?

More and more the urge to run filled through him, and sheer panic kept him from no longer feeling exhausted. But as he once more mounted his bike and placed his foot on the pedal he heard Miles call out after him.

Dread was filling every ounce of his being but... Was running away from this really all right? They both already knew about his situation after all.]

Ah, ah ahah, h-hi Miles.

You seem to be feeling a bit better?

[Where on earth did your shirt go?]

[There was a sharp pain in his ribs from the effort of yelling. He leaned up against the doorframe and attempted to breathe, small shallow breaths. A few moments passed before the pain subsided.]

T-thank. You Venom. I'll try to remember that.

[He wrapped an arm around his bare torso.]

Not. Quite. But I. Digress...What are you running away from Wright? You just stated that you lost your will to live and tried to flee like a man guilty of...something.

[He was back to using his last name, he was definitely in trouble. His eyes narrowed.]

Come in, sit down and explain yourself.

[Venom could hear some of the talking as his thoughts took over. Phoenix had mentioned another person, and it was just dating, right? It's not like they were serious, and Venom was having a bit of fun on his end, too.

But what's this feeling that's growing in his heart? It was familiar, and he didn't like it.

He stays put, waiting for the men to come back inside.]

Nick...

[.... Huh. Miles seemed to be fairly oblivious to whole thing, save for being slightly perturbed at his running off. Perhaps he was safe after all.

All right! If that were the case all he had to do was somehow manage the situation between the both of them without coming off as too awkward. If anything, this may just make things easier! If they already know each other then perhaps they won't be so upset when he tells them that they're both-- Why is Venom looking at him like that?

... Shit.

Shit shit shit. Venom knows. Venom 100% absolutely knows. Never mind back to plan A: Escape with your life!]

Ahhh ahahahah um...

[Was he even able to escape at this point? They already both saw him make such a scene of himself. Was he better off telling them if that were the case? He never felt so conflicted.]

Um, that is... I'm afraid I've just run into a disastrous situation and don't know what to do really....

[All right! The truth it is! It's never failed him before right? As a lawyer it was everything he fought for! There was no point in making a hypocrite of himself!]

Come in, sit down, have a sandwich and we can figure out whatever situation you had managed to land yourself at this time.

It isn't like Khura'in again, is it? I don't think I can take another heart attack like that.

[He needed to sit down. His left side was throbbing painfully. He carefully pressed up against the frame and pushed himself off the door frame, returning to the table with his guest. Might as well make introductions. He was intensely oblivious to the tension between the two men, more so than usual. The pain was distracting and he really needed to sit.]

My Sincerest apologies, Venom. This is my childhood friend, Phoenix Wright and he usually has a penchant for getting himself into trouble.

[He lowered himself carefully into a chair, gesturing with his hands at the man.]

Phoenix, this is my friend Venom. We met at the gala and he is joining us for tea and sandwiches.

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I'm so sorry he's so oblivious guys.