JP: For one of my favorite, most loyal readers, and fluffy socks writers, chloemcg. I'm sorry this took so long, milady, (hey this parody came before I get to use the real song in TE which will still happen I promise!) but I sincerely hope I did your long-ago request justice! This is set during the hospital scene after Nick's infamous, death-defying fall of Dusky Bridge…when he asked his BFF to "bend" the rules and become a defense attorney in T & T…and show's Miles' reactions to finally fulfilling his long-ago dashed boyhood dream at last! 😊
This scene, with Miles visiting Nick in the hospital after the Dusky Bridge fall may look familiar to my readers who've ready my Fredgeworth story The Ties That Bind. It's been adapted to fit this scenario of the Prosecutie agreeing to "try defending."
CT: At this point, I probably sound like a broken record with how often I praise my wonderful cowriter's mastery of writing light, fluffy friendship scenarios, but this time, JP has truly outdone herself with how she has created a scenario in which this song is actually tolerable for me to listen to. Seriously, the original song sounds like something you'd hear upon entering an Abercrombie and Fitch store and getting overwhelmed with the odor of AXE body spray. Though I'm probably not the best person to judge this song on account of how music with that kind of base and rhythm causes me physical pain- specifically, in regards to how it actually messes with my heartbeat. So, as you can probably guess, dub steps and I typically don't mix very well.
"Try Defending"
sung to the tune of "Try Everything"
from Disney's Zootopia
With great trepidation, Miles headed towards the patient room he'd been directed to by the Hotti Clinic nurse in the Intensive Care Unit. How he hated hospitals! They were third on his aversion list, right after earthquakes and elevators. To him, they only symbolized pain and death and the pungent smell of the place always made him queasy. He tended to avoid them like the plague. How was it he was forced to return to this dreadful place for the second time in less than a year, both times for people he desperately cared for and couldn't imagine his life without?
Of course, he'd rather die than tell that to Wright. If his friend ever found out that he'd chartered a private jet right after he'd gotten Butz's hysterical late-night call, he'd surely tease him mercilessly.
He turned the doorknob and entered Phoenix's room, absently noting the simple furnishings: a wooden table on the left of the stretcher, a couple of chairs on either side of the bed and a glass sliding window with a view of the outside of the buildings surrounding the hospital.
Of course, what had his full attention was the sight of the coughing, spiky-haired man sitting up in the bed, hunched over and frowning at the laptop in front of him.
Humph! Miles thought, simultaneously relieved and peeved. While the patient doesn't look to be in any condition to be making fun of anything, he most surely also doesn't look like he's knocking on heaven's door, the way that histrionic buffoon Butz led me to believe!
The surprise was stamped across Phoenix's features as he looked up then and saw his friend standing in the doorway. He started to speak, but suddenly his body began to shake as he went into a coughing fit. Winded with exhaustion, he flopped back down on his pillow and silently waved at Miles in welcome.
"Wright." Miles nodded in greeting, even as he stifled the urge to hug – and possibly then throttle – his friend for nearly giving him a coronary.
But of course, being a logical man of law, he would never commit such an action, for it would be done purely in vain.
After all, they were in a hospital, with resuscitating equipment!
"Edgeworth!" Phoenix's dark blue eyes were the size of saucers as he stared at him. "What are you doing here? I thought you and Franziska were working overseas for Interpol?!"
"Clearly I took a break from said duties because I was awakened in the middle of the night by a phone call from a hysterical friend of ours who led me to believe that you were on the brink of death."
Phoenix's shoulders drooped as he grimaced. "Let me guess…this friend wouldn't happen to occasionally be referred to as Harry Butz now, would he?"
"Yes, although the man of many names rather insistently informed me that he now wants to be known as Laurice Deauxnim." Miles' lips twitched with amusement.
"Heh, heh…there's a bit of a story to that. I have quite a bit to get you caught up on. Why don't you pull up a chair?"
As Miles sat down, he noticed, for the first time, the Demon Warding hood tossed carelessly at the foot of the bed.
"Wright, what in God's name is that ridiculous looking contraption?"
"Oh, ya, that's another tale entirely. It's the Demon Warding hood Iris gave me. I was wearing it up until you came in. It was making my head itch…plus it totally flattens my spikes."
"I didn't think there was any force of nature that could achieve that, Wright," Miles quipped, smirking when he saw Phoenix's scowl. "So, tell me, how are you feeling?"
"Well, I feel dizzy, my ears are ringing, my throat burns, and my head is on fire. Other than that, I'm fine, thanks."
"Right. I spoke with the doctors. They told me that you'll need to stay here for two days and get bed rest."
"They told me that too, but I don't need to stay here that long. I told them I'm completely fine!" The minute Phoenix finished the sentence he went into another coughing fit.
"Oh yes. You're doing splendidly."
Once the coughing episode had subsided, Phoenix let out a deep breath and flopped back against his pillow again, shutting his eyes. "I can't stay here Edgeworth! There's so much I need to do! I need to find make sure Maya is alright, find Ms. Deauxnim's murderer, locate Pearls and defend Iris…"
"What you need to do," Miles said firmly. "Is get better, Wright! You can barely talk, never mind walk! You're not a superhero and it's a miracle you're alive after falling off an 80-foot high burning bridge! You're lucky you didn't catch pneumonia or your death! I've never known you to be this foolish before. What the hell were you thinking?!"
Phoenix's eyes remained closed, and he only managed to whisper one word. "Maya."
Miles sighed. Maya Fey. Of course. The only person in the world who could make his semi-rational (on a good day) friend lose his head entirely. The besotted fool loved that girl so much he had first nearly let a murderer walk for her, and now had nearly died for her. Miles wasn't sure he would have Phoenix's crazy fortune and survive such a spill with only a cold – if at all! He would have surely suffered at least a few broken or amputated limbs! Naturally, he hoped and prayed he'd never have to prove his devotion for a woman using such drastic means. Was he wimp because he preferred the much safer champagne and flower path instead?
"I know you love her, Wright," he said gently. "But you're no good to Miss Fey, or anyone, as a dead man. Sometimes…it may be better to lead with your head than your heart."
Phoenix opened one dark-circled eye.
"You mean like you do, He-Who-Deems-Feelings-Unnecessary?"
"Like any logical person, Wright."
Phoenix opened both his eyes then, the bags underneath them proof of his sleepless state over his current plight, which Miles knew naught about. They were now glaring holes into the prosecutor as he seethed, "Well, forgive me for not being as emotionally constipated as some people! We can't all be poised and logical Perfect Prosecutors, can we, Mr. Roboto?"
Miles groaned inwardly and felt his face turning the same color as his magenta suit. He couldn't think of any argument, logical or illogical, to counter that statement. Especially when he knew his friend was right.
"You got me there, Wright," he said reverently. "It was never my intention to try to make you over in my own image. I merely wanted to ensure that you'd be more careful in your actions henceforth, I would ever want to lose our favorite courtroom adversary."
Phoenix's defensive expression softened.
"Sorry, Edgeworth. I shouldn't have jumped down your throat like that. I know you're just looking out for me. It's just hard to keep it together with this particular predicament… "
"I don't know much about your current situation," Miles admitted. "I have to go meet up with Larry at the detention center after this, and we both know however noble his intentions, he's not exactly the most credible source of information. If you are willing to tell me about it, I'm willing to offer you my assistance in any way I can."
"Really?" Phoenix eyed him with a mixture of skepticism and hopefulness. "You aren't pulling my leg here?"
"I thought you'd know me well enough by now, Wright." Miles crossed his arms and tapped his finger. "I rarely make jokes, and especially not about matters of such importance. Now, you can tell me what's been going on in my absence, or I shall take my leave."
"Wait, don't go! Sheesh, I'll tell you!"
Phoenix went on to explain the details of events that had transpired: the medium special training course Maya had wanted at Hazakura Temple, meeting Sister Bikini and Elise Deauxnim and the other subsequent details leading up to her murder.
Miles listened intently, jotting down the pertinent information on his organizer.
Phoenix finished the summary of him finding Elise Deauxnim's body and his consequent fall into the raging river.
"Well, this is quite the quandary you've gotten yourself into, Wright," Miles said dryly. "The Matt Engarde case seems like a real pip in comparison. And you said Miss Fey is still trapped on the other side of the Dusky Bridge?"
"Yes, she is, and Pearls seem to have disappeared, too. I hope she's OK. She's going to be devastated when she finds out about Maya and her favorite children's author."
I hope they're alright, too. Those poor girls have been through enough. To think they had to be there when this horrific event occurred…
"This is a most captivating case, Wright. I'm going to go check out Hazakura Temple myself after I go meet Butz at the detention center. I will keep you updated on what's happened since you were brought here. I'll do my best to find out how Maya and Pearl are doing, as well. Thank you for the information." Miles put away his organizer and pen and rose to his feet.
"No problem. Hey, before you go, here, take these with you." The bedridden defense attorney reached over to his bedside table and grabbed a couple of items.
The first item he handed over was a green rock shaped like a number nine. Miles blinked a few times and held it up to the light. It looked like something out of an alien Sci-Fi movie. Is this thing actually… glowing? No, impossible, it can't be glowing!
"It's a magatama," Phoenix explained, grinning at the prosecutor's perplexed expression. "Essentially it's a rock that allows you to see inside people's hearts. When someone is keeping a secret, or hiding something from you, with that stone, you will see silver chains appear, and on the chains, red locks. They're called psyche-locks."
Psycho-locks? How appropriate. This whole concept Wright is trying to sell me on is an absolutely psycho!
"No, seriously," Phoenix chuckled, catching Mile's dubious look. "Depending on how many secrets the person is keeping, or how well-guarded, there will be more locks. The most I've ever seen is five. Breaking the locks can help you get vital information out of people, which can be used in court. When you see the locks, just present the magatama and question the person. You usually need to present some evidence to get the locks to break. Are you following me?"
Miles nodded after a moment's pause. "Yes, I believe so." This cold must have really affected Wright's brain if he's spouting off such nonsense. As if anyone could seriously see into the hearts of others! Outrageous! Although if this thing were real, it would certainly explain how a reckless rookie attorney could have repeatedly beat me and both Von Karmas in court!
He frowned. When you thought of it that way, he wasn't sure if believing that Wright had beat him in court because he'd had some supernatural, advantageous edge made him feel better or worse!
"One more thing." Phoenix dropped the other item into his hand.
Miles stared down at the small gold-colored item in his hand. It was engraved with the scale of justice and so well polished that it shone brightly even in the dim room light. "Wright, whatever is the meaning of this?"
"You know what that badge means, Edgeworth. It means the wearer swears to believe in people, right up until the bitter end. I'm giving this to you because I'm actually in the position to need to take you up on your offer to help in any way you could."
Miles stared incredulously at the other man. Surely, he was misunderstanding him. Phoenix Wright couldn't seriously be asking him to –
"Yes, Edgeworth." The psychic lawyer appeared to be reading his mind as usual, even without the psycho-lock reader in possession. "I'm asking you to defend Iris."
[Phoenix]
*on his hospital sickbed*
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
[Phoenix]
I can't lose this fight, though I screwed up tonight
Since I wiped out, please help, my friend
I didn't drown and although I'll rebound
Need to solve this case that is so complex
[Phoenix]
Promise you'll try to help out till I'm back up
Somebody has to step up until I'm strong
[Phoenix]
Please back me up, take it on the chin
There are rules to bend but you're my best friend
Suspend disbelief, won't you try defending
Be the good guy although you may fail
Please back me up, take it on the chin
There are rules to bend but you're my best friend
Suspend disbelief, won't you try defending
Be the good guy although you may fail
[Phoenix]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Try Defending
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Try Defending
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Try Defending
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
"Wright, I…" Miles was speechless. What he was being asked to do could end with serious legal repercussions for them both. His friend's fever obviously had affected his ability to think straight. The man looked like he could barely remain conscious as they spoke.
"Please, Miles." Phoenix's expression was a mixture of earnestness…and some sort of pain. And not just the physical kind.
Miles could tell his friend was suffering in silence about something pertaining to this mysterious Iris woman, despite his feelings for Maya. It was both bewildering and intriguing.
"Alright," Miles nodded. "I'll do as you ask, Wright. But I really must get going now. Take care."
"Thank you. You're the best, Edgeworth," Phoenix said drowsily, closing his eyes and falling back onto his pillow.
Miles grunted to himself as he pinned on the still foreign to the fingers sunflower badge in the courtroom lobby, all the while trying to psyche himself up for his grand debut as a defense attorney.
He was still shaking his head at the unexpected turn of events. He couldn't believe that he, a prosecutor whose job it was to doubt people and expose the truth, had agreed to defend someone. While it could be interesting to stand on the opposite side of the courtroom and experience what it was like to be a defense attorney – his late father Gregory had been an incredible one – it was still the most insane, impractical and overall reckless thing he'd ever contemplated doing; even more so than getting on that plane! Miles couldn't believe that he, the so-called former Demon Prosecutor, could ultimately be such a soft touch!
[Miles]
Look I've succumbed, cuz push had come to shove
Now is the time to bluff, heave bated breath
Keep my guard up, pray that this guise will last
Boy dreams surpassed if I do my best
[Miles]
I'll back Wright up, take it on the chin
There were rules to bend but he's my best friend
Suspend disbelief, I'm gonna try defending
Be the good guy although I may fail
I'll back Wright up, take it on the chin
There were rules to bend but he's my best friend
Suspend disbelief, I'm gonna try defending
Be the good guy although I may fail
[Miles]
I'm taking risks leaving chance to fate
I'll pursue truth every step of the way
It's up to fate
[Miles]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Try Defending
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Try Defending
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Try Defending
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Try Defending
It was the use of his first name that had sold it. Phoenix Wright never called him Miles, proof that he was entirely stirred out of the norm. The defense attorney truly was at the end of his tether if he had been resorted to asking this monumental of a favor. Above all, the man was his childhood friend. Moreover, aside from Franziska, he was possibly his best friend. It was impossible for Miles to deny such an obviously desperate, heartfelt request.
Jeez, two groundbreaking revelations in one day. I concede to being a defense attorney, and the fact that Phoenix Wright is my best friend? How the hell did I allow that to happen?!
Dual (because you know, we're a duet!) shout out of thanks and replies to the following awesomesauce readers/reviewers including PM's! Everyone else…thanks so much for reading!
Chapter 90
TheFreelancerSeal
CT: That's the beauty of messing with Manfred: with how much he hates losing, all you have to do is simply deny him victory and he'll make a scene all on his own. I mean, why waste time coming up with ideas yourself when you have a perfectly crazy target who'll do a better job of it than you could on even your best of days? Y'see, it's thinking like that that allowed Blaise to become the best of the best in the legal world. It's all about multi-tasking and spreading around the evil in an efficient manner, y'know?
With how JP is, I'm pretty sure she could think of some favorable comparisons to the thing that Dollie never did in regards to Kristoph. Granted, said comparisons would shine a good light on the excrement, but it'd be a favorable comparison, nonetheless.
JP: Can we all unanimously concur Nosferatu and all the AA fiendish ilk (with a certain creepsicle dildo of course being at the top of my own Scheisse list!) Are, as Big Red so eloquently put it in my latest Turnabout Everlasting chapter the epitome of: "Double Merde and Ordure and Poo?"
BTW, Blaise is essentially the best case ever of it'd take one to know one! I know you haven't played the Miles 2 game but you just have to take my word for it that out of the trio of Damon Gant, Manfred Von Karma and Blaise Debeste the pyromaniac is actually DEWORSTE of them all!
Weird Al is just awesome in general it doesn't surprise me that on top of keeping his brand of humorous parodies clean and family-friendly all these years he's also a gracious loser… If anything, man had would be the epitome of a bad winner! I can't even imagine how long his self-aggrandizing soliloquy/narrative masturbation about his alleged greatness and perfection acceptance speech would've been if he had actually won but have no doubt all the guests present probably would've been tempted to take their steak knives and commit Seppuku to escape the torture! The vegans out there who didn't order stay could probably just pull other butter knives and attempt to spread themselves to death!😆
Peoplepersonsof DooM
CT: Knowing how Blaise is, I wouldn't be surprised if he chose Neil to win the King of Prosecutor's award not only to get back at Manfred for annoying everyone with that self-pandering song on a yearly basis, but also so he and Gant could have a little bet between the two of them to see how long it would take for Manfred to pull a repeat of DL-6 and kill Neil, as well as how he'd do it. Of course, Blaise would wager that Manfred would start something in the parking lot an hour after the ceremony since the guy had a short fuse, a huge ego, and was horrible at restraining himself, whereas Gant would wager that the 'perfect' prosecutor would bide his time, carefully laying out a plan while watching his target, which he would wait at least a week or so to execute- something that the Police Chief would regret after setting his grand scheme into motion.
Though on the topic of Manfred, Gant, and Blaise going to a club, I actually plan on exploring that idea in a future chapter of "Debeste of Friends". However, for the sake of not spoiling any of the fun, let's just say that the ordeal would involve Gant enjoying himself, Manfred suffering, and Blaise having a bit of fun adding his own special "ingredients" to some drinks before giving them to any girls who catch his fancy.
JP: Hiya Lyn! Debeste best real life awkward parallel of what happened in my hilarious partner's story was back in 2017 when Steve Harvey mistakenly crowned Miss Columbia the winner of the Miss universe pageant when it was supposed to be Miss Philippines! (For the record the judges didn't want her in the end, even though she was favoured to win, because apparently backstage she was being a total diva and screaming at her interpreter for not doing a better job and stuff like that but I digress!)
As for epic rap battles I do enjoy those I think the best one was the one that you showed me of Freddie Mac reverses Frank Sinatra… The latter got slaughtered old blue eyes didn't have a prayer against my home boy! Not that I'm biased or anything what with him being my favourite singer of all time… As for Gant dragging Manfred out to a club, (For some reason I can't picture any of them being disco Inferno on the dance floor though, Gant I reckon would be like most white men who can't dance: early Michael Jackson meets old man attempting to swing dance meets boy choking on his own saliva/ Blaise being like a flounder just pulled up on deck and Manfred, despite his best efforts for perfection, ends up looking like he's having a grand mal seizure!) CzarThwomp I am seriously looking forward to this guaranteed side splitter in your Debeste of Friends story! 😆
chloemcg
CT: Thanks, Chloe! I hope that your year's been going well, too!
The second JP and I received this request, I instantly knew that it would be Manfred's parody. After all, this is a guy who has no reservations about proudly proclaiming that his ATM number is 0001 on account of how he's number one.
JP: how are you milady? I hope your health is better this year than it was last year although the year has just begun it when I jinx you but my fingers/eyes/toes are crossed that you'll stay home where you belong in your stomach doesn't act up! On the topic of Zootopia I am delighted that you enjoyed the fan film and I hope you enjoy this way overdue song request! 😊
Joeclone
CT: What can I say? It's not a story featuring Blaise if it doesn't involve him crushing at least one person's hopes and dreams into a fine powder which he'd snort off a stripper's ass.
JP: major kudos to my partner, despite it the reference being kinda depressing, for including homage to a very criminally underrated defence attorney a.k.a. Diego Armando a.k.a. the man who taught Mia everything she knew and is therefore by proxy the one responsible for the man who became Phoenix Wright, the legendary Ace Attorney!
Also, on a shallower note… Armando/Godot is hotter than any cup of Java on the face of this earth (and on a lighter note even if Godot was briefly incarcerated at least he is still alive I don't care what anyone says and didn't end up crossing the rainbow bridge that poor Neil Marshall)! Hubba, hubba! Or rather…. OO-ER! 😉
By the way your lovely review for Turnabout Everlasting included a point that is way too relevant to have to wait until I crank out the next chapter: my stars and garters! You're writing a whole movie script?! How exciting! Let me know what kind of movie you are going to end up doing and if you want you can even send me your process if you're so inclined, because screenwriting is fascinating! I wish the best of luck to you, but I don't think you'll need it as you're very good writer! I've no doubt that you're going to be totally ace!❤
DJJ680
CT: Knowing Manfred, I wouldn't be surprised if that account had no money in it to begin with due to him not trusting banks and their flawed employees with his hard-earned money, only creating it so that he could have that epic line as a feather in his cap- y'know, like his own version of "if it doesn't fit, you must acquit". Instead, Manfred would be more likely to keep his wealth securely stored in a series of hidden safes in both his American and German mansions that Blaise and Gant have probably borrowed from without him knowing due to his safes all having 0001 as their combination.
Though if anyone in the "Ace Attorney" cast is going to be Batman, it would have to be without a doubt Edgeworth. After all, both Edgeworth and Batman are rich, stoic, logic driven heartthrobs who are haunted by how their fathers were shot right in front of them and can take down anyone who stands against them, no matter how powerful and/or influential they are, without breaking a sweat. Heck, Edgeworth even has a cool car and a butler in the form of Gumshoe.
JP: I think I've actually read that story you mentioned… It was written awhile ago, right? I must've read at least 100 fanfics or so before it dared venture into writing any myself and that one rings a bell! Although if Phoenix were to be a superhero, I'd consider him more Superman meets Wolverine than Batman (that's more Miles methinks, as he's broody, got the money and angsty murdered dad thing) what with the fact that he is pretty much man of steel/unbreakable and Wolverine because the man does not age! Although for the record even though Wolverine did die eventually, he is still way cooler than Superman IMO (although I will concede that Henry Cavill can hold a candle to the ageless and gorgeous Hugh Jackman!) Because despite Phoenix having hair that's more similar to Mr. faster than a speeding bullet, Superman kinda sucks because him being a giant Boy Scout/nerd is usually contradicted by his increasingly skewered priorities of destroying parts of the world and letting countless people die all in the name of saving Lois LAME in the end!
Glad you liked the parody! 😊
Muhammad Sban
CT: Considering that Phoenix was hit by a speeding car and was sent flying headfirst into a telephone pole in "Turnabout Corner", I'm pretty sure it's safe to say that Apollo's curse has no effect on him. If anything, Phoenix is the one who cursed Apollo. After all, the numerous misfortunes that have befallen Apollo- his first mentor being revealed as a psychotic murderer/poisoner, his best friend getting killed, him almost dying in a courthouse bombing and a subsequent attack by a bomb specialist with a plan, his foster father being killed and the news being revealed at the worst possible time, etc.- all happened after he met Phoenix. Heck, the same thing applies to Maya since she only gets kidnapped and/or accused of murder whenever Phoenix she with Phoenix.
Who knows, maybe Gumshoe was onto something in "Bridge to the Turnabout" when he theorized that Phoenix was the mastermind behind all of the games' events. Perhaps the reason why Phoenix is able to make his legendary comebacks is because he's been controlling everything from the shadows and all of the villains have been mere puppets whose strings he's been pulling. I mean, we've all seen the lengths Phoenix went to in order to get his badge back in "Apollo Justice".
Personally, if Zak's case didn't happen, I believe that a scenario would still occur in which a prospective client would choose Phoenix over Kristoph, resulting in the latter pulling the same stunt he did in canon, only with different evidence; and chances are, that case would be UR-1. After all, Simon was a young, up-and-coming prosecutor who was accused of murdering his mentor and orphaning her daughter, so naturally, Kristoph would be drawn to that case like a moth to the flame. However, thanks to his knowledge of psychology, Simon would easily see through Kristoph's façade, reject him, and goes with (though only after Athena flashes him some puppy dog eyes) Phoenix.
So suffice to say, if Magnifi didn't royally screw over Valant as his final revenge, there's a good chance that the Dark Age of the Law would have been the result of one case instead of two (and potentially be worse since people could see it as two lawyers simply caring about their own kind instead of the truth) and the road to undoing things would have been more involved since Phoenix would have to not only prove Kristoph's guilt (something that would be much harder since Simon would be in jail and both him and Phoenix wouldn't really feel the need to talk about any legal help the former had beforehand, which would leave less of a paper trail, as well as give Kristoph more wiggle room to manipulate things in his favor) but he'd also be working against a timeclock to solve UR-1 before Simon was sent to that big anime expo in the sky.
As for Trucy, if she remained with Zak (at least until he lost her as part of a poker bet), I believe that she would be like a combination of Valant and Dahlia- bubbly, charismatic, and a dedication to magic and wowing the audience, but also not afraid to use her cuteness and perception ability to manipulate people into doing what she wants. Essentially, Trucy as we know her, but with slightly fewer moral restraints.
Though arguably, what would be a more terrifying outcome for Trucy is if Zak left her, but Phoenix didn't take her in, resulting in her being sent to an orphanage- similar to what happened to Simon; and like Simon, Trucy would become cynical, ruthless, and gain an overall hatred for the father who had abandoned her. Heck, in that universe, chances are that Roger would take his revenge scheme in a different direction by adopting Trucy and training her to be his successor. So suffice to say, if you think Trucy can be bad in canon, imagine how much worse it would be if she had no restraints and could conjure fire.
But regardless of what kind of monster Trucy could have potentially became, even in canon, she's not someone you want to mess with. Heck, if someone tries to heckle Trucy during one of her shows, chances are she wouldn't have to do anything about it since she's probably one of those performers/celebrities that's so cute/beloved that she'd have an army of fans instantly come to her defense and relentlessly verbally slam down the heckler until they took back everything they said… and perhaps even for a bit after that.
JP: "Crotch Fruit?!"
Hee! 😂
Magnifi…oh how do I loathe thee. Let me count the ways. Shall I compare you to a Summer's Eve? Because thou art… a bag with which one douches. And your daughter AND son-in-law are the Duke and Duchess of Doucheberry. But… I digress.
I have always said that Kristoph was a big part of ushering in the dark age of the law because Simon never would've ended up a hair's breath away from execution and Phoenix had been there to defend him although if you count Blaise and his ilk into the mix with the events leading up to Gregory's murder… It was a much bigger wheel of misfortune than we originally realized. A lot did start with Magnifi but I still hate Zak more. Leading a helpless child at the mercy of a stranger… And then coming back inadvertently try to screw over said child was screwing over the man that raised her that you actually screwed over…That's colder than a Dear John letter written on No-Tell Motel stationery!
It's funny that you mentioned the whole don't curse Phoenix being Apollo's daddy as it would doom him to the rainbow bridge like all other daddies before him… I saw hilarious fan comic getting Phoenix's reaction to that. "You want me to be Apollo's father?! Bitch, I'd DIE!"😆
I'd like to think Gummy is Head Detective if not Police Chief by now after years of adulation for both Franny and Miles and all the puling over his salary cuts… sympathy for the underdog indeed!
The other thing better than Nahpoota getting offed is if Polly was accused – finally get his red arse on the defendant chair! 2 birds one stone!
I am delighted how much lovely readers like you enjoyed my Miego homage that I made for Christmas, considering I didn't hear a peep from the Kris Kringle giftee it was written for. Ah, well, can't please everyone, am I Wright?😊
I don't think Nick is a really a sociopath – twisted sense of humor maybe and guilty of loving his kid too much so he may have blinders on ("come on! MY baby girl wouldn't really hurt a fly! Relax Athena… if she sets you on fire, that's what extinguishers are for!") but I believe Trucy may have inherited a bit of the Gramarye sociopath gene in that she can do naughty/bad things and still have that angelic smile. I mean, death defying assistant tricks? Throwing a knife at a Segway? Faking her own attempted abduction at knifepoint? All done for the greater good but… yikes! Good thing she's one of the good guys because if that blue-eyed angel went rogue she'd easily get away with murder! She knows how to disappear… and make things come and go at will from them panties!
As for personal hell… I disagree. Apollo was in it when he was on perma toilet doodie and his hot, athletic colleague probably drank protein powder in her OJ… (I'll you think about that! 😵😈) and now, he's in a bass-ackwards country with only an ornery but endearing teen royal who isn't above corporal punishment with her staff when she's displeased with Horn Head, and Benedict Sahdmadhi and his never ending sermons as company! The WAA was probably a real pip by comparison!
About your quip about The Shining… a sequel came out recently… have you seen it?
Always a pleasure dear reader!
Cheers,
JP