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Knocked Around the World and Back

Who: Phoenix Wright (

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What: Phoenix Is an Unfortunate Soul Who Gets Sick Easily And Caught The VIOLET2710 Virus From His Junior Attorney
When: Between 10/7 & 10/18
Where: At His House In Housing Apartment 69 & Around The Initial Blast Zone At the Market District
Warning(s): Mostly gross sick things. Nothing Too Noteworthy Otherwise

(10/7 - 10/10)
[Phoenix wasn’t feeling at the top of his game when he woke up. A fuzzy head, a stuffy nose, nothing that would have otherwise seemed too out of the ordinary. He knew he should have been more concerned, what with the state Athena was in. But he couldn’t simply put aside the those in need for what felt like a smaller strain of what could have just been a common cold.

How wrong he was.

It was by the time he had reached the Market Square that it really began to hit him. His body hot and his mouth dry as he looked around the area where ongoing repairs were being done. He had to find more clues to what was going on with everyone. Surely the culprits left behind some sort of circumstantial evidence that was being overlooked. Surely.... Surely...

What was he thinking again? He suddenly felt so dizzy. Perhaps he needed to go get something to drink. There was a concession stand next to the aid center that was handing out drinks to all those who were helping out. Maybe he could just make his way over there and grab himself something to--

The next thing he knew the world was spinning around him. His foot missing a step as the next thing he saw was the sky above him. Why did his back suddenly hurt? Was he on the floor? What just happened?]

(10/11 - 10/18)

[Phoenix was bed ridden. In an almost embarrassing state of affairs the man who had been caring for the sick was now sick himself. Not that he couldn’t see this coming from a mile away. But at the moment he was too far gone to really judge himself too harshly. Time was moving by in flashes. People came and go and yet he couldn’t quite make out their faces. Where was he? What was going on?

Was that Trucy’s voice calling from the other side of the door? Ah. Right. Trucy. She had her first magic show coming up soon. But-- Wasn’t he supposed to head off to classes himself? There was a huge assignment due that he couldn’t pass up. How else was he supposed to pass art school if he couldn’t complete one assignment? Why were the lights so bright? Maybe he should turn them off?

He found himself slowly shifting out of bed, doing everything in his power to fight his fever as he slunk his way out of his shared bedroom and into the living quarters.]

Hey! Where did everybody go?

[Cough.]

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[Edgeworth was standing in the small living room, dressed in his pink pajama pants and an old steel samurai t-shirt, cleaning up some of the mess from being in a household where everyone was sick. He placed the pile of dirty plates into the sink and washed his hands thoroughly. This illness was going around and he wanted none of it. Good thing he had a fairly strong immune system. He craned his head when he heard a cough.]

Wright?! What are you doing out of bed?!

[Goodness, it was almost as if he was caring for a house full of children. Why couldn't people stay put and recover when they were feeling ill? He huffed and headed over to help his friend up, placing his arm around his torso to help him stand up straight. He scowled.]

You're burning up. I may have to get an icepack and a fresh set of clothes for you. Do you want to sit on the couch or get back in bed?

Unnnghh... what? Bed?

[Alas, Phoenix Wright, the Turnabout Terror, was thoroughly out of it. His eyes half lidded as he stared into space, not even seeming to react as Miles wrapped his arms around him.]

I thought... water... thirsty... [Man his throat was killing him. He couldn't even take time to process everything with all the bright lights and dizzying feelings until he had a glass of water. Was someone talking to him just now? What was going on?]

[The couch then. It was certainly closer. He gently guided him over before setting him down.]

Sit tight for a moment and I'll get you some water.

[With that Miles disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a glass of cool water and an ice pack. He kneeled down in front of his friend and offered the glass to his lips.?]

Can you hold the glass to drink?

Mnnn.

[Everything felt like it was moving so fast. One moment he was stumbling out of bed and the next... he was on the couch? And a glass of water was being placed against his hand. Ah, it felt so nice and cool against his skin.]

I got it, I think, I-I have it.

[He seemed a bit wobbly but none the less held onto the glass, bringing it to his lips and gulping it down with absolute fervency. The water tasted so nice, so cool against his throat.

Before he knew it the glass was empty and yet his throat still felt parched. His eyes glancing up to directly look at Miles for the first time.]

Oh. Hey Miles. What are you doing in my apartment?

There you go. I'll get you some more soon, okay?

[He couldn't get him to eat yet but at least he was drinking water. That was something. He placed the glass on the small coffee next to them and placed his hands on the couch.]

Hmmm? What are you talking about? I live here with you.

.... Are you okay?

[Asked the sick man after much delay and a rather dead-pan look.]

We both know your place is way nicer than this. Besides, aren’t you living off on the other side of the world right now or something? Oh wait.

[Another pause. This time seeming to mull things over his head for a second.]

Did I invite you to stay here while you’re visiting or something? I’m sure you could afford a much nicer hotel though.

[That didn’t make any sense.]

....What?

[He must have been hallucinating. His fever was running rather high, after all. He was admittedly worried about how high he was running. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against his friend's. Yes, it was unreasonably high. He was going to have to cool him down soon.]

We're both in a different country. We're staying together... here. I lost most of my assets during the transit.

[True technically, no need to stress him out further while in this state.]

Shall I draw you a cool bath?

...Ah.

[Wow. It felt surreal to have Miles’s face so close to his. His breath felt warm.

Wait... why was he thinking things that had nothing to do situation? Miles was feeling for a fever! A fever! What was his brain doing thinking strange things!?!

Suppressing a blush Phoenix exhaled as he looked away.]

I see. So we lost our money on a trip...

[And now... a bath... just to cool his temperature...

So why did his face grow redder at the thought!?!

Why was he so stupidly awkward at the concept of sharing a room with Edgeworth and having him take care of him!?!

Phoenix simply sat there silently. His body stiff, his breath heavy, his face red, and sweat covering his brow.

If anything he deffinitely seemed a little out of it.]

[As part of his path to becoming a regular non-assassin citizen, Venom's been trying to reach out. Between investigations, he's paying visits to his sick acquaintances. He paid a visit to Bucky so far, but then he heard that the gentleman in House 69 was sick. Phoenix, he thinks. He's bringing him a small care package: books (because of course), and some juice, hoping it'll help ease the illness.]

He knocks on the door, waiting patiently for someone to answer. His mask is still on, just in case.]

[Poor Venom will probably have to wait a while if he wishes to see a response. But if he's patient enough, eventually, a clicking sound can be heard as the door slowly opens.]

H-hello...?

[Phoenix sniffles, peaking out behind the lightly cracked open door. A face mask could be seen covering over his mouth as he looked up exhaustedly at the guest who came knocking. He looked absolutely drained and was bundled up in quite a few layers of clothing, as if he were about to go out in a skiing trip or something the like.]

Can I... help you?

[Patience is one of Venom's virtues by assassin training. He's had to stake out a few targets for days, even weeks. Waiting for several minutes doesn't even faze him.

Then he sees the other man with his own mask, bundled up in sweatshirts and scarves. This illness is really scary.]

It's me, Venom. I brought you a few things to ease your illness.

[He holds out the books along with the large juice bottle.]

Oh..... ah! Right! Venom! I’m sorry I... ahah nasty bug I caught has been making my head a little fuzzy.

[Despite being one of the carriers to the worst epidemic in the city, Phoenix seemed surprisingly cheerful. Slowly stepping out of the way as he made room for the other man to come inside.]

Please, come in. So sorry about the mess, this house hasn’t been in the best shape since, well, ahah well I guess almost everyone who lives here caught this thing.

[Literally. This house was probably one of the worst hit since the reason he got it was because two of his roommates also fell ill.]

Can I get you anything to eat or- I guess you already have juice.

So I've seen. Several people I know have been infected.

[He steps in with his care package, telling himself that he's going to be taking a very long, hot bath when he gets home. It worries him that almost everyone in Nick's home got sick. He should have brought more than just juice.]

N-no, I'll be all right. And this juice is for you. It's made from a local fruit that's said to be loaded with vitamins. I bought a few bottles and have been delivering them to people.

Oh, really? How kind of you.

[A shame his appetite had not been in the best of conditions at the moment. As kind as the gesture was he wasn’t sure he’d be able to gulp it down.]

But really? Quite a few people you know too huh?

[Man, this epidemic was bigger than he thought. If only he weren’t so sick himself maybe there’d be some way he coudl hel—

Oh. Oh wow. That was certainly a dizzy spell that just hit him. Don’t mind him as he falters a little, quickly trying to compose himself as if nothing was wrong.]

Yes. I know of at least two, but-

[The sentence is cut off quickly when the former assassin sees the faltering. Without hesitation or care about his own health, Venom reaches out to help Nick with his balance. The other's skin feels hot yet cool at the same time. It concerns Venom greatly as he keeps hold of his new friend.]

Perhaps we should get you back to bed. You need your rest.

No— I mean, I’m fine. Really.

[Despite his words he certainly didn’t look fine though. His expression vague and his breathing heavy as he leaned his weight against Venom.]

I just— Perhaps if I just sit. I should be fine.

[He shouldn’t leave a guest caring after him after all. Not after all Venom had already done in coming over to and help.]

Here. There’s a couch just a little further in, we can sit there. Maybe catch up a little.

[Having that frame against him stirs something in Venom. Something that's been missing from his life. He tries to shoo it away as he's focused on getting Phoenix to the couch. Carefully, he moves his sick friend over to the living room and deposits him on the cushions.]

Would you like me to get you anything first? I still have the juice and I can fetch you more blankets or tissue.

[It honestly breaks his heart to see a friend like this...]

Ah... I suppose blankets,

[Slowly making his way to the couch Phoenix made himself comfortable. Truthfully, his appetite had been barely functional these days and even water he could barely hold down. So as nice as the gesture of fresh juice was it simply didn’t sound appetizing.

Perhaps for later than. Yes, he’ll deffinitely drink it later.]

I’m sure I have some in my room. And the juice can go in the kitchen. Trucy will put it away.

All right. I'll retrieve some for you.

[The blankets aren't too hard to find as Venom deliberately chooses the warmest and therefore the most functional. He returns with them and wraps his friend carefully in the layered blankets.]

Trucy? I thought you were home alone.

[Unless Nick has someone else over, but Venom hasn't seen or heard anyone.]

Ah yes. Trucy. My daughter. She should be in the kitchen I believe.

[Thank you Venom, he very much appreciates the blankets. In fact the bundling at least seems to sate his chills. His wide blue eyes peeking out from the cloth that now mostly covered him as if he were a mummy.

Yes. This was perfect. Nice and warm.]

She’ll take the juice and I’ll have some later. Maybe with some hamburgers when Maya stops by, when I’m feeling a bit more piqued.

[Your intuition is more on the money than you believe Venom. If it weren’t obvious by how quiet the house currently was save for their conversation.]

[Nick has a child? But he doesn't see anyone in the kitchen when he walks in. He places the juice in the refrigerator, worried about the other's mental health. Perhaps the illness is taking its toll there, too.

Then he starts talking about someone named Maya and hamburgers. He sighs and goes back to check on his friend.]

There's no one here but us, Phoenix. Unless you're expecting company later.

[He seriously doubts it, though. He kneels down to make sure those blankets are nice and warm for him.]

Oh? But I could have sworn. I heard her humming from over there not that long ago.

[And with that does the sick man try to stand up again, his balance obviously out of sync as he stumbles a little bit before finally managing to get up on his own.

Your concern is appreciated Venom but he really must check up on his daughter.]

Tuce-- [He coughs, trying to regain his composure before speaking again.] Trucy? You there?

[Oh, no. You're not going anywhere, Nick. Venom's already on him, gently trying to nudge him back down on the couch.]

Please, you need to rest. And we're the only ones home.

[This is really worrying. Hopefully he can convince him to lie back down...]

Ah. But Trucy...

[The look he gives Venom is almost pathetic, and yet his body is so frail at the moment that he is unable to really fight back as Venom pushes him back to the couch. His body falling back to the soft cushions easily despite his disgruntled behavior.]

She’s not the type to leave without telling me. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t have a show today. Perhaps another room?

[He really has become quite insistent that his ‘daughter’ is in the house somewhere.]

I'll take a look for you.

[He'll humor the man but Venom's positive they're all alone here. He bundles Phoenix up again and starts to look around the house. Most of the bedroom doors are open, so he only takes a quick peek inside. He calls out the girl's name, but as he figures, no response.

When he returns, he tries not to sigh hard.]

I did check the other rooms, and we're definitely alone here.

... Really?

[Why did that confirmation make him feel so sad? Surely Trucy simply must’ve stepped out for a moment. Perhaps she was getting groceries or had a show she had to go preform.

And yet he couldn’t help but feel the tears well up in his eyes.]

I... I see... she must have gone out. How did I miss her? She should have said goodbye.

[Trucy how could you leave without saying goodbye? Don’t worry your father like that.

He sniffled. Although if it was because of the sickness or his own emotions even he wasn’t sure.]

[He's never heard anyone so sad before. Venom's not even sure if this Trucy exists, but Phoenix believes so.]

I'm sorry. Perhaps we just missed her, or she was in a rush.

[He was a terrible liar, but he hoped that Nick would believe him in his state.]

I'm sure she's all right.

Yeah. I just worry too much I suppose.

[Rubbing his sleeve against his face, he sniffled back what few tears were forming. Instead taking a deep breath before lowering his arm and-- Oh. Oh right. He did have that.]

Mr. Venom, do you mind if I ask a favor of you?

Just Venom is fine, Nick.

[Mr. Venom just sounds off to him. He comes a bit closer, but still keeps his distance due to the illness.]

What can I do for you?

When you head out, do you mind keeping an eye out for her? I know I’m being a bit of a worrywart, but I just can’t get rid of this feeling I have.

Um, I could offer you a picture if you wish!

[The worry is quite apparent on his face as well, his pale expression only looking all the more worn with the stress he was feeling.

None the less he reaches along the neck of his shirt, pulling out a small golden heart-shaped pendant.]

Nick...

[Venom's not sure what to say, but before he can say anything, Phoenix is pulling out the pendant.]

Very well. I'll take a good look at the picture.

[It makes sense that he keeps it around his neck, being his daughter and all. It's rather poignant, that familial love.]

Thanks... Just, tell her to hurry home once she’s done what she’s doing, all right? I know Miles is out there too... And Athena... But being here home alone like this, I suppose it just gives me reason to worry about them all.

[Sniffling back a bit, Phoenix pops open his locket, showing the image of a young woman in her late teens sporting a top hat and blue cape]

I know it’s silly. But I suppose I’m just easily worried.

[Venom's going to take a good long look at the photo, knowing that the young lady would be easy to spot. He pulls away, nodding once he has what he needs.]

I'll let you know if I see her, and I'll tell her to come home.

Thank you Venom.

[How many times had he thanked the man now, he can't recall. But Venom had been so good to him ever since he had arrived in Olympia. If only there was something he could do...]

When I'm better, if you don't mind, I would like to make up for all this.

[Ah! Tissue... don't mind him as he quickly goes to blow his nose.]

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