wright_idea | RP POST: The Perils of Personal Ads

Poor Phoenix. He's getting another visitor whether he likes it or not. In this case, it's his own former boss.

Even though she knows it's not a smart idea to come to a world that has her labeled as a deceased person, Mia couldn't resist. After all, she did catch sight of Nick's personal ad in the Nexus, and curiosity won over sense today. That and Mia really wanted to come ~~harass and torment~~ check up on Phoenix, just to make sure things were going okay.

Standing outside of his office, she knocks on the door a few times. Mind you, Mia doesn't feel comfortable just inviting herself in, even if this was her former work place. Here's to hoping Nick won't be mad at her sudden visit.

Phoenix sighs and gets up. Would it kill fate to actually send some business his way instead of personal ad responses? This is the most traffic his office has seen in weeks.

He opens the door, and... Mia?

His brain shorts again. Because aw God she's back from the dead and wanting a date no wait this is probably an alternate and she wants a date wait that can't be right she's interested in EDGEWORTH or something he doesn't know it's all kind of weird lately agh must control train... of... thought. There we go.

"Oh, h...hey Mia. Wasn't expecting to see you here..." he says finally, and somewhat lamely.

When the door opens, Mia just gives Nick a smile and a light wave.

"Hey Nick! I'm here for the personal ad!" Oh god, she has to try her hardest to not laugh right this second. Mia's expecting to get yelled at for this joke, without a doubt. "Think you can give poor little me a chance? I'll be a good date, I promise."

If Phoenix isn't going completely crazy and/or brain-dead at this point, he might be able to see that Mia is just playing around with him. It's obvious by that coy smirk that's crossing over her face. And the sheer fact that she's biting her lip, in some attempt, to prevent herself from laughing.

Phoenix gapes a bit. Then he finally registers the smirk, and facepalms. "Miaaaaa..." He's red as a beet at this point, and looking pretty embarrassed. At the same time, he's relieved she's just joking, because he's not sure how he would've handled it if she WASN'T.

"I'm sorry, Phoenix. I just couldn't resist myself."

Mia's laughing a little now, still smiling at Nick like the whole thing was funny. Well, at least he hasn't slammed the door shut in her face yet. Which is a very god sign indeed.

"So Nick, do I get to stand out here in the hallway all day? Or are you going to invite me in for a little while? I even brought you a gift." She glances down at a set of bags near her feet, before looking back up at him.

He blinks. "Oh! Oh, of course, come in, come in." He opens the door wider. "You want any help with those?" Still getting his brain back in order, apparently.

"Thanks Nick. And sure thing, the help would be appreciated. Although...I'm disappointed that I won't be getting to use the 'special thing' that's inside." Mia gives him another sly grin, before offering him one of the two parcels. If she's going to yank his chain one last time, she might as well do it now.

"The... special thing?" Ohhhh, does his brain go reeling in completely the wrong direction with that. Gah. Why couldn't he have a brain like Edgeworth's -- cool and collected? "Daah..."

He snaps out of it and scurries to take the parcel helping bring it inside. He leads the way to the inner office before setting it down again, and turning back around. "So, uh, um... I have to say I'm a little surprised you're here," he says. He doesn't add that this is giving him an incredible case of deja vu.

"Phoenix, there's nothing like that in there, I promise. You should work on getting your mind out of the gutter today." She laughs, while following him into the office with the other bag, shutting the door behind her.

Mia ends up following behind him, setting the bag next to the other one. "Yes, I figured you would be. And before you even say it, I know I shouldn't be here. I figured I'd just stop by for a hour or so and then sneak back to the Nexus."

Phoenix blushes. "Oh, r...right. Of course. Sorry. I, um, I've just been having kind of an odd day, what with that ad appearing in the Nexus and such." He coughs a bit, sitting down.

He sighs. "Well, it's not at all a bad thing. Sort of... nostalgic." He looks wistful for a bit, looking into a corner. "It hasn't been like this for a long time for me." He ponders suggesting that she getting a floor lamp the day before THAT day... but that could be sort of tasteless.

Mia nudges his shoulder lightly with one hand, before taking a seat on the couch. "Don't worry about it. It seems like you're having a rough day due to those personal ads." She gestures to one of the two bags calmly. "That's why I stopped by to begin with. I figured you wouldn't be able to get out of the office at all, so I picked you up lunch."

She seems a bit surprised by Nick's words, and she glances at him curiously now. "...Wow, Phoenix, I wasn't expecting you to say that. I thought that you would be upset that I came here, considering..." She sighs. "Do you want to talk for a bit?"

He raises his eyebrows. "Wow, you didn't have to do that! Thanks!" He grins appreciatively. "I'll tell you know, I didn't place that ad. But I have a sneaking suspicion I know who did." Cough Maya cough.

He sighs a bit as well, looking around. "It's just... reminding me of the good days. I'd be desperately trying to study, and you'd be making sure I stuck to it instead of trying to sneak a comic in instead. Takes me back."

He looks around, a little sadly. "...it... happened in here, you know." He swallows. It's a hard thing to be recalling.

She nods, smiling. "It's no problem, Phoenix. And I have a good idea on who posted that as as well. My sister seems to be keeping you on your toes."

Mia sighs, before glancing around the office as well. Even though a few small things have changed, it still feels like her own work place. "...I understand. I remember the first time you came back to my offices after finishing law school. There's also a bunch of other, small memories that come to mind; but that's the one I recalled first."

Hearing that makes Mia shudder a bit. "...Wright, I'm sorry. I...I'm not sure what to say that can make you feel better. I feel guilty though, and I don't know why."

Phoenix sighs. "You have NO idea, Mia." On the other hand, he has to admit he prefers the mischievous, silly Maya to the somewhat freaked out one she's been whenever she goes to the Sanctuary.

He nods. "I remember. Desperately hoping you'd take me on and teach me to be as good a lawyer as you. I must've seemed pretty pathetic," he says, chuckling a little.

When she says that, he shakes his head. "Don't be. None of it was your fault. It's in the past, anyway, and it shouldn't happen again. Not now that you've been forewarned." He sighs, then looks into a corner. As long as the subject's there... "Might want to buy a floor lamp the day before I told you it happens, though. Just to be on the safe side." He has his reasons, oh yes.

Mia won't speak anymore of Maya just yet. Because, without much doubt, she's actually had a conversation with her sister about the Sanctuary.

"To be honest, when I saw you again, I knew you had changed. There was also something else; you had passion for the job. You wanted to do it, and that's why I took you in." She gives him a small smile, while resting both hands in her lap.

"...Right. Now that you've told me, there's no way that the incident can ever happen again." An eyebrow is raised to the floor lamp comment. "I'll take your word for it, Phoenix. Speaking of White, I actually made some progress on his 'case' a little while ago."

He nods. "The more I looked into it, thought about it, the more I realized this was what I wanted to do in my life. To defend those who couldn't defend themselves. Edgeworth had implanted the idea in my head, and you were the one who helped it blossom. That's why, when I'd graduated and wanted to find an office to join, I knew it had to be yours, and only yours," he says, an air of determination in his voice. "And it was the right choice, in the end."

He looks up, intrigued. "Progress? Really? What sort of progress." Definitely interested now -- even if the Redd White of his world was already on death row for his actions.

"Phoenix Wright, you've learned so much in these last few years, that you've truly stated to become a great defense attorney. Seeing you like this means a lot to me, as your former boss." She nods confidently. "I'm proud of you, Nick."

Mia leans back into the couch, while looking over at him. "Well, I never told you this before, but I have a contact whom has a high position in White's company. He's been giving me information about his recent 'deals', and I'm guessing that those might come in handy later."

Phoenix puffs up a little. "Thanks. That means a lot coming from you, Mia," he says, grinning. "I hope I continue to make you proud of me."

He blinks. "A contact? You have a contact? That would explain how you got so much information... Have you found anything incriminating enough to press ahead yet?" He looks VERY interested now. If they can push the case early...

"Good, just be sure to keep doing your best, Nick. And don't forget that I'm here if you need me for advice or help." Mia is pleased to see him getting a boost of confidence from her words. After all, she thinks that everyone needs a little praise sometimes.

"Yes, I do. I imagine that my other self never told you for secret purposes, but that's how I get some of my more 'darker' information." She sighs, crossing both arms over her chest.

"I got a good set of leads and possible things that I can use against him, but I'm still lacking those critical pieces of evidence. It's strange though...he's making more moves, but I can't seem to catch him just yet."

He nods. "And you do the same, if you can rely at all on the help of a silly apprentice." He grins a little self-consciously, but not in such a way to indicate that he's seriously judging himself in this respect.

He frowns. "Sounds sort of dangerous, to be honest. Secret contacts... almost like a spy novel." Let's not go into the wire-tapping, folks. "And yet you still can't catch him doing anything incriminating? Lovely. He must be a lot smarter than he acts, or something." Absolutory.

"Hey, I never said that you was a silly apprentice, I do believe." She nods, giving him a light smile.

Mia catches sight of his frown, and questions it with one of her own. "Well, Phoenix, I have to do what I can for information. But don't worry, I didn't get caught." She might have accidentally hinted that she did something dangerous recently.

"No, you would think that White would make a mistake here and there, but the guy is pretty good at covering his tracks. For some reason, he's been doing a good job at that lately."

"Well, that's good to hear. Last thing anybody needs is a silly apprentice." He grins.

He blinks. "Get caught? What? Mia, what do you mean?" He's a sharper cookie than he was a few years ago. You're not slipping THAT one by him. "Mia, if you're doing anything too dangerous..."

He pauses. He's not really one to speak, and the still healing scar on his nose testifies to this. "...well, if you say so. But if you're going to chew me out for doing things on my own, I get the right to do so too. I can help, you know I can," he says, finally.

Phoenix doesn't like the sound of this. "He is? More so than usual, you think? That seems kind of worrisome to me..." he says. Then again, he's been worried a lot lately.

"...? Wright, it's nothing. I haven't done anything that could get me in danger." She's trying to play it off, but that just makes her seem even more guilty of lying. "I'm not doing anything dangerous, just trust me on this."

Maybe he shouldn't though, considering that her former self died due to keeping the truth from Nick. Or that fact at least contributed to the event in question. "Phoenix, I don't want you or anyone else getting hurt because of this whole thing. That's why..."

Mia brings one hand to her head, as if trying to rub away an oncoming migraine. "...Yes, at least that's what I think. So, I'm not really trying to press the case just yet either. In case it's some sort of trap."

He watches her, a bit suspiciously. "Okay, Mia, if you say so." He knows, of course, that just doing what she's doing right now is dangerous, considering White's speciality. But she still seems reluctant to tell him anything.

He looks away. "Mia, I can tell you right now that the idea of you... dying again for this will hurt me -- and my alternate -- far more than anything you could let me in on right now. Especially since you've emphasized how I shouldn't work alone so much. But I can't make you do anything, so..." He sighs. At least he knows where SOME of that "playing hero" streak comes from.

"A trap..." He ponders this. "You should check your phones and such early. I don't know if he's recording yet, but if he is you may want to cut him off at the pass. The last thing we need is for things to move faster than they should." He purses his lips. Paranoid? Maybe, but with good reason.

Mia doesn't press the topic any further, knowing full well that Phoenix would get upset. Especially since she is doing dangerous things, all for the sake of information.

"...Wright, I..." Ouch, she knows what he's getting at here. Fighting alone isn't the smartest thing to do, especially with what could happen. She thinks back to when herself and Edgeworth badgered him about going off by himself. Maybe she could learn from her own lessons.

"...I will. When I get back to my office, I'll give everything a look-over." She nods, still not giving him any eye contact. "Good point. He needs to suspect nothing, and I need to go faster. I want to have him beat by that day."

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