wright_idea | RP POST: The Perils of Personal Ads

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."

"Mia, you know I know about White. And you know I can help, at least a little. I'd rather help you before the fact that... well, after." He sighs. "I'm not going to force myself into it, but I want you to bear that in mind."

He nods. "If you can get him faster than he suspects, that'd be even better. Believe me, I want to see him nabbed as much as you do right now." There's that look of determination again, even if she doesn't see it.

"Yes, I know that, Phoenix. The only thing I'm worried about is getting you or Edgeworth or anyone else hurt because of what I'm doing. That's my major concern right now." Mia stands up, finally letting her eyes rest on his face.

"...I'll get him before September, that I'm sure of." She nods, before glancing over at the door. Mia feels slightly bad, considering she just came here to have an idle, friendly conversation. Instead, they ended up getting back on the topic of her death, again. She can't outrun it, it seems.

Phoenix watches as she eyes the door. "...You know, I think I'd like that lunch now," he says. "And maybe a change in subject." He's not always the best at picking up on clues, but he gets it sometime. "Like some of the folks I've been having come today."

"...Alright, that sounds like a better thing to talk about." Mia nods, before sitting back down again. Nick must have enough sense to know that she wasn't enjoying the previous conversation.

"So...have you had any good visitors so far? Anyone date worthy, Nick?" There's that smile again.

He thinks. "Well, there was this one girl who came, Ivy? A blind girl, approaching her senior year in college. She seemed really nice, actually. We've even got something set up already, if you can believe it." He rubs the back of his neck, a bit embarrassed. "I've had a couple of other hits, too. I wasn't honestly expecting to get that much traffic..." Of course, he wasn't expecting to get any in this vein PERIOD, but that's a whole 'nother story.

"Ah, she sounds like a good type of person. And if you two are going to go out, it should be a nice time. If you both get beyond a first date, I'd like to meet her sometime. After all, I have to see what type of person she is for myself."

Mia gets that grin on her face when she hears about all of his 'visitors'. Thank goodness that she doesn't have to worry about dating, since she is kinda seeing Edgeworth right now. "You're getting to be a popluar person, Nick. People must find you interesting enough to come here."

He chuckles. "Oh, so you get to decide if my dates are good enough or not? I'll probably get enough of that from Maya, you know." He grins.

Phoenix ponders this. "I guess so. Or maybe it's just that Maya advertised me as a "lawyer of exceptional skill." But I am rather surprised that women seem to find me an attractive enough prospect. Guess I removed myself from the dating pool a little too long." He looks sheepish.

She gives him one of those familiar smirks. "Maybe...I just don't want another Dahlia, if you get what I'm saying. And hey, if Maya gets to have say, then I'd like one as well. Don't worry though, it'ds not like I'll be mean or anything."

Mia laughs, while pushing back a strand of her heair. "Well, you are becoming a pretty good lawyer, so she's not lying. There's nothing wrong with stepping out of the pool for a while. I did it as well when my first love went 'away'."

He chuckles nervously. "I don't think ANY of us want another Dahlia," he says, shaking his head. "But I'll be sure to introduce her to you if things go anywhere. She seems to be very nice, anyway."

He grins again, looking embarrassed. "I guess the loss of any first love can really throw you off. The fact that I lost mine in such a... BIZARRE way didn't help much." He sighs. "I'm kind of thankful for getting back in, actually. Seeing my alternate has been sort of --" He stops, looking rather pensive all of a sudden, then sighs. "Sorry."

She can agree with him on that. "You've got that right, considering the way she was." Mia nods in approval. "Alright, that sounds good to me. Maybe Maya should come along when I meet her as well. After all, she is your partner."

Mia intentionally sidesteps that comment about getting back into dating. It might accidentally raise some questions about her current relationship. "...Your alternate is still running around, huh? That's not good. Especially if the Edgeworth look-alike is present as well." Cue the pensive look now. "No, no, you're alright Phoenix."

RP POST: The Perils of Personal Ads

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