AN: Sorry, I'm late guys. My grandmother passed suddenly in April and that took any winds out of my sails to keep writing. Back now that I'm feeling a little better. A lot of what transpired helped me better write the hospital scene as I draw heavy inspiration from the experience. So, I dedicate this one to my grandma.
That said, Our!Lyn and Original!Lyn meet face to face... What will happen?!
Anyway, I think now, it's a little safer to explain my thoughts on where the story's going. I wanted to mess around with a few things, one being well happens if we change something? In my head, the story never ended with simply saving Phoenix's badge, but rather began with what transpired afterwards... I debated whether or not I wanted to separate the fic into a separate story, but for the sake of ease I think I'm going to keep writing under the FT title at least for the time being, but we'll see what happens. I call it part two or phase two because there's a shift happening.
If you're looking for fluffier material check out Mischievous Turnabout! Cause it's getting real here. As always thank you so much for favs, follows, and reviews.
TrilbyBard: Very true. It's pretty much over if she can't. Lol, now that would be a story trying to possess a medium next.
Crimson's AXZ: Well, you were spot on! Haha, I like to mess with the feels. Yep! Dead people. Dead parents. Dead everyone. RIP for our sexy German rockstar. Hehe. Some stories can surprise you on that bit. You could get a new protagonist, who knows? Not ending yet. Haha, you could call it a tornado and you wouldn't be wrong.
Silver4700: Yes! When I first saw the mind palace in Sherlock, I was in love. I drew a lot of my inspiration from it. Yep! Cool is definitely lost with Edgeworth. It was something I wanted to play with, since usually he's pretty much invincible. We've seen Phoenix go through it, but not Miles being so much more self contained. With Gumshoe, for all the flack he gets he still is a detective. He still has to see pretty awful things regularly and have to break bad news to people. I can't imagine that what he saw inspired any hope for him and the fact that he was told to get back to work, in my mind adds to the fact that he wasn't in too much of a position to break. Glad, you're finding it interesting! I really want to explore the character's depth here. Hm, I like it, but Edgeworth defending is iffy. Get ready to rumble! And enjoy the tea, that's one of my favorite flavors. You're welcome!
GlaresThatKill: Lol keep screaming XD. Get your tickets to wrestle mania, right here, dude. Lol, well you'll see soon enough what decision will happen between the two of them. Glad you enjoyed it! I think, it's been fun developing Miles in that sense. No worries, thanks for taking the time to share your thoughts as always :D! Let's go next chapter!
DJJ680:Hell yah for dead people! Kristoph's redemption...could be an interesting idea. Lol, for me it's phase 2 in terms of tone and subject matter. I had always debated whether or not if I should continue under this story's title. But I figured I just deal with it when the time came. Anyway, in terms of length, I at least wanted to deal with the AJ arc to some degree. Lol to be fair, I've read longer under certain SI fics. Like some people literally got to at least a hundred chapters.
Jack54311: I think you're right ;).
OBSERVER01: Yeah, I felt bad for Edgy seeing him crack. At least, the after life isn't so bad thus far.
Muhammad Sban: Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks a bunch!
haelyeon: Lolol, you're too much. MY LIPS ARE SEALED. I'm glad you think so. I did my best to be realistic about how he would grieve. And indeed, Gumshoe had it bad this time around. (I'll let you keep hoping, so I can eventually crush you with despair muahaha!) Ya, I thought the inn would be a nice touch, especially since we don't get to know the deceased characters well, if it all. Team parent is a gogo! Oof indeed. I don't think original!Lyn will be happy... Do Swedish Fish count as gummy bears lol? The last time I tried gummy bears the flavor or lack there of was disappointing.
JordanPhoenix: Thanks for taking the time out from your life to join the ride ;)! Always a pleasure to get your reviews. Lol yep, RIP Klavier. Kristoph is just a karma houdini haha. Welp, I was hoping it was creepy, because that would be a creepy scenario to leave and find your friend kaput...
And no! Totally not weird! Even though I felt it unrealistic, it doesn't stop me from enjoying the idea. At least as a ship, they'd be like super parents to me ahaha. Empress and the emperor in mine eyes. Glad you liked it, I think it's more interesting for a purgatory to be a place of neutrality. Buhahaha, you're probably right. It's gonna get...nasty to say the least.
Van: Yes, you can! It really depends on how you write. But two big things I've learned are to think of the end early on and use your characters to tell the story. To the first point, with most of my old stories, I never finished them because I never even outlined the end. So when I hit a certain point, I found I had either lost interest or had written myself into a corner. I had no idea where the story was going next and I eventually left it to die. I started practicing with short stories that had an ending. Then I began working myself up to this longer story. For the arcs, I have the ending for each one in mind.
Your characters should always be driving the plot forward with their wants and needs. What will it take to get what they want? What will they do for it? What's getting in the way of what they want? Who is getting in the way of what they want? I very much write around my characters. Their desires and what they do to get them is how the plot advances. Know them very well and their actions will make your plot. I also employ what ifs for nearly everything I've written. This whole story was one big what if. When I'm lost, I ask what if x happens? How would x react? How does that change things?
Don't try to force everything in the idea stage. Try some what ifs. I don't have every aspect of the story planned out at the beginning. I take an idea, and play around with it and see where it takes me. Sometimes I have a plan, but some of the characters come to life in a way and have something different happen. Honestly, I can say especially for the last couple of chapters, I had a basic outline. While it remained similar to what my initial plans were when I wrote, things changed.
In other words, take everything a step at a time.
Pingissa: Glad you enjoyed that chapter haha. Gets better with the later chapters and side story if you're interested in that lol.
SUPERStarz13: I do what I want :D.
FSOA: Welcome back! One of my favorite cliffhangers yet!
TheFrostZone: Guess, we'll have to wait and see what they mean buddy!
Annoying guest: I'm sure I've done a good thing xD.
May 19th, 11:03 PM
Hicksfield Clinic
Detective Gumshoe had done what he could to get me to the hospital in a police cruiser.
When I had arrived, I found the emergency side of the building and asked to see Lyn. At first, the guard at the front desk thought I was in need of medical assistance due to how bad I looked. It took more time than I would have liked to clear up that misunderstanding, since it took me longer to find the room Lyn was being kept in.
Eventually, a nurse had come by and escorted me upstairs, through the automatic double doors, and into a little room in the ICU floor of the hospital. Within was a flurry of activity- doctors and nurses checking machines, throwing medical jargon left and right, and examining the body.
Lyn's body.
She lied there with an oxygen mask over her face, unable to breathe by herself. Her head had been bandaged on the right side. Not too far away was the vitals reader. From what I could understand based on a cursory glance was that her body temperature was below average. Besides that, I didn't grasp what the rest meant.
I spoke to a doctor in the room, explaining my relation to Lyn.
"I see. As of right now, Lyn is in critical condition and we're working on stabilizing her. Before getting here, she was under water for about 5 minutes without oxygen. Her heart had stopped beating and was restarted with the use of CPR. Her heart is beating now on its own, which is good. She needs help breathing on her own which is why the tubing is in place. However," the man paused adjusting his glasses. "we're waiting to see the results of a brain scan. As of right now, Lyn's brain doesn't appear to be active. We're going to run two more tests to confirm brain activity before we make certain of the fact."
"You mean, that if you find no signs of brain activity, it's likely that she's..."
The salt and peppered haired man nodded solemnly. "Brain dead, yes."
I grabbed hold of my arm, looking away from him. She couldn't be brain dead. She just couldn't.
"I understand it's a difficult time," he said. "But we still have two more tests to run before he come to any solid conclusions. We'll be sure to give you updates on what's happening in the mean time."
Nodding, I looked at Lyn, who's life was supported by machines. Without all the equipment, she looked like she was only asleep. With quiet steps, I walked over to her laying a hand over hers for a moment. For some foolish reason, I hoped she'd respond. But alas there was no movement, only the rise and fall of her chest and the sound of the mechanical pump which assisted with air flow.
Reluctantly, I pulled away, giving my thanks to the doctor before trudging to the waiting room nearby. I sunk into a chair. Around me were a few nervous loved ones of patients. But I had no nerves left. Whatever I had, it felt empty and hollow.
They'd been doing all they could, but…I could now better understand Gumshoe's feelings.
(Lyn...I am so sorry.)
I ran a hand through my hair. I wished I could have been there to stop her. To save her. But I wasn't. And now, all that was left was to wait for the news. I wondered if I could for I honestly wanted to bury myself deeply under the earth now. I didn't want to be here. I couldn't fathom how I was here.
I only wanted her to be here. I wanted her to be alright. I wanted…
...so many things.
It was odd, how people who essentially started as strangers could in time become close. Even more peculiar, how it would become hard to imagine one's life without them in it. But the most absurd part was how we could take it all for granted.
Would she only be a memory? Just like father?
...To suffocate to death. I had remembered what it was like...to struggle to breathe, to stay calm. But someone had been there with me.
Lyn had been alone. All alone in a car submerged by water. How scared she must have been. How she must have struggled to get out. How lonely it must have been.
It was lonely now.
Not even sitting around other people in the same boat felt made me feel less alone.
It was one of those rare moments where I felt absolutely useless. Even helpless. What could I do now? What should I be doing?
If Gumshoe were here I'd investigate the scene, but I couldn't just leave Lyn. I needed to know if anything in her condition changed. I had to be there if she woke up. The guilt of not being around earlier ran through my being like water flowing down a river. If not then, then now. I'd had to stay.
I whipped out my phone. Pressing it against my ear, I waited for the sometimes annoying voice on the other end to pick up. I didn't want to, but if there was anyone who could help me in a time like this, it would be him...
Date? Time?
Twilight Inn
It was as if I were looking into a mirror. Like having an identical twin.
But as similar as we looked, we weren't the same. Just looking at her, I could tell she was ready to kick my ass at a moments notice.
"As I was saying, this is a complicated situation," continued Misty. "A body holding two souls is rather uncommon, though not unheard of. And based on the records, you are inhabiting a space that isn't yours as well as controlling it. Due to the death of the body, the decision will lie with the original holder of the physical space."
I nodded in understanding. It was true after all, I camped out in her body for a year.
"Because of that stipulation, any final decision will fall to, let's say the original Lyn. Thus, you have approximately one hour to plead your case to her," said Gregory. "Anymore and your physical health will truly be in jeopardy."
Oh boy. I had to spend an hour with her? She looked like her mind was already made up. In fact, she was shooting laser beams at me with her eyes, trying to kill me. And as nervous as I was, I couldn't blame her a bit.
"...Why don't we go inside to get this over with?" asked the original.
I swallowed hard. Great to know fear was still present even after death.
"A-alright," I said standing back to let her into my room.
"We'll be back in an hour to hear the final decision," Misty said as she and Gregory disappeared down the hallway.
Lyn marched into the room impatiently and stood in the middle of the floor. Cautiously, I shut the door behind her, unsure if being left alone with someone who wanted to murder me was really a good idea.
With my back against the door, all I could do was stare. This whole thing was surreal. I never had a sibling, let alone a twin, so it was really jarring to look at her. Especially, feeling her anger. Original Lyn folded her arms as she looked at me impatiently. "Well?"
I rubbed the back of my head, unsure of what to do. I tried to break the ice in a feeble attempt. "Erm. Hello?"
"What the hell is wrong with you? You heard the man, you have an hour to make your flimsy argument to why I should listen to anything you say!" she pointed at me. "I'm already unhappy being here and it's worse that I have to even bother seeing you now, so hurry up!"
She was so loud, that my body jerked upon hearing the sharpness in her voice. I wished I could curl up into a ball at this point, but I had to debate. I didn't know her plans, but I needed to figure out that code Klavier had left.
"To start, I'm...really sorry. About all of this. I took your body and lived as you for a year...I don't know how it felt to be cast aside in your own body, but I'm sorry. If I had known it was going to be like that, when I got sent into this world, I wouldn't have done it."
"Hmph," she said pressing up her glasses on her face with the middle finger. "You had no idea what it's like! It's like being forced to watch a movie that revolves around you, but you can't even play a supporting role. Though, I doubt you truly care anyway."
"Sorry…" I said feeling the guilt continuing to rise. "But it's no surprise that I want to live."
"Oh?" she asked sardonically. "What a shock. I want to live too."
"S-so? We're in agreement?" I asked, hopeful that this discussion would end as quickly as possible.
She rolled her eyes. "No, I want to die. I want to bury my quarter of a century life here and now! Of course, I want to live, you twit!"
"...Yay, life." I began to sweat. "Huh. So, does that mean the debates over?"
The original Lyn shook her head. "It's only started. Of course, we'd both want to live. The question becomes what comes after?"
"After?"
"...I heard what the woman said to you. That if we continued to remain in the same body, we'd become one over time."
My eyes widened. That was right. Mia said that if we kept on, I'd lose myself.
"And by no means, would I ever want to be you," the original said. "It's already enough having to watch your...shenanigans as me, no less."
"...Well, you're not exactly a bucket of roses, yourself," I muttered.
"What was that?" she asked approaching me.
I took a step back. "Look, again, I'm sorry about all of this. But God, I think I'd be disappointed with life if I became you."
"What the hell do you mean by that?" she growled, this time getting close enough to start jabbing me in the chest. "You just piggybacked on my life! And on top of that I'm an actual adult!"
I slapped her hand away. It was my turn to get offended. "Hey! I'm an adult!"
"You are just some child, masquerading as me in MY ADULT BODY!"
"Don't call me a child!" I said, lunging forward at her. In a cross between aggravated and mildly amused, the original stepped to the side. She then used my balance to my disadvantage by grabbing my arm and flinging me backwards. Luckily the bed was behind me. That would have seriously hurt.
"You got a hell of a nerve," she said now pulling me up by the collar of my shirt with both hands. "So, let's make one thing clear."
"W-what's that ...?" feeling the sweat starting to drip from under my arms.
In response to my question, she smacked me right across the face. "I am Lyn Doom. You and I... are nothing alike. You've taken my body for a whole year and ran around with it...and look where we are now! Dead! Fucking dead! So you should be grateful I'm not pounding you to a complete fucking pulp right now!"
Her spiel over, she shoved me away as though I were garbage. I rubbed my cheek, still feeling the sting of the slap. Carefully, I sat up, to see she was fuming a couple of feet away from the bed, arms folded.
I would complain, but honestly, I probably deserved it.
"Look...look, let's just try to be civil about this," I said taking a breath. If I kept provoking her, she probably would beat my ass for real. That slap wasn't a joke and by no means was I fighter.
"Whatever," she brushed off. "It's pointless considering I know all about you and your flaws."
I blinked. "You...do?"
The original snorted and looked at me with disdain. "...Can you honestly say that you don't know all of mine?"
I realized she was right. I had come to know her background, her family, her cases, her lifestyle, her mistakes, her feelings… It all lingered within me.
"That merge thing is already in progress," she said. "And if you hang around longer, it's going to get worse. It's gonna be hard to figure out where it ends or begins."
Agh. That was not good. And seeing how we were getting along so swimmingly now, I couldn't imagine consolidating our personalities into one.
"Then...what should we do?" I asked.
"Isn't it obvious?" she scoffed. "You get out of my body. Done deal."
Crap. I was planning on going home, but not now. I had to get that code cracked. I had to do it for Klavier.
"I want to, but-"
Lyn shook her head and wagged a finger at me. "No, you don't."
"Huh? But I-"
"Shut up," she glared harshly. "Don't lie to my face, thinking it's going to win you any points. You don't want to go. You have no desire to go home. You may talk about it and think about your life there from time to time, but you don't want to go back. You want my life."
"That's not true...I want to go home."
"I know your feelings. I've heard your thoughts. And you'd rather be here, than go back home. It's too far removed for you. But…" she sneered. "...you wish you could have everything. You wish you could have my life and your own, you selfish squirt. But of course, if you little miss wonderful, had to have your pick, you would obviously stay here."
I missed my parents, my friends, my cat, my school life...but how could I want to leave now? After all I've done? All I experienced? I had grown to know the people I'd only played video games about, and became close. The fiction had become real. And being a dreamer...it was so easy for me to get lost in that…
"I...have to stay. Please, allow me to stay," I pleaded.
"Typical. Can't expect much from a spoiled brat."
"No, it's not...it's not just that. The reason why we died...I have to figure out what someone wanted me to know. He died trying to convey a message to me."
"You're telling me you want to stay...to risk your life, no rather my life, to solve a mystery?"
"...Yes," I bowed my head, knowing how absurd and selfish it was. But I needed a shot to figure it out.
"It stinks that this kid is dead, but it's not my problem," she said waving a hand nonchalantly. "None of what you've done here concerns me-"
"Now, you're lying too," I accused, using the knowledge of her to my advantage. "You don't hold the same feelings about Klavier like I do, but you saw the goodness in him. You were disturbed by the whole scene too. And you want to be just like-"
"...Don't. Don't go there," she glared. But the glare was ineffective, tainted with a faint blush.
"...You want to be just like him." I smirked, feeling myself finally getting a word in. "And if you want to be just like your idol, Miles Edgeworth, your fantasy, you do have an inclination to investigate these murders. Our murder. You want to find the truth too."
"Tch," she said. "Twisting my arm using him as bait…below the belt."
"Oh, but it works, doesn't it?" I asked. "So well, it's rendered you almost starry eyed just at the mere mentioning of his name."
This time, she punched me in the arm. "Knock it off! You understand nothing about how I feel about him!"
"But I do," I said as I rubbed my now bruised arm. "And...I'm sorry. I know you hate me for a number of reasons. And I know Miles is a big part of it."
She said nothing at that, but turned away from me.
Her frustration was obvious. She had thought about him all the time after all. "If you let me stay you can have him. You can just do everything I've done and-"
"That's...not possible," the original said losing the fire in her voice.
"H-huh? Why?"
"Isn't it obvious?" she grumbled. "I'm...not you. How he looks at you...it's not how he ever looked at me. In all that time I've known him, not once."
I reached out to grab her shoulder, but she quickly jerked away once she felt my touch. "Don't pity me! I've come to grips with it."
"But you never even told him! Not once…! At most you've only ever thought about it!"
"Yes, I suppose, I'm not as trashy as you when it comes to conveying my interest," she remarked snidely.
If only I had the balls to smack her. Sure, it was lacking in class how everything happened, but at least Miles was aware of my interest. Unlike someone who never dared uttered a word. "So, when I'm gone, you won't even try?"
"No," Lyn said. "It's clear that he has a strange taste in wild, unpredictable women."
I rolled my eyes in response. I wasn't going to say anything aloud, but in her emulations of him, it could be they might be a bit too similar...OR it could be that she never asked and won't ask and thus will never know. For someone so smart, that was kinda dumb on her part.
"...But if you want my life so badly, I'm willing to strike you a deal."
"What's the catch? You're mad at me for being here, so what do I deserve?" Now, that was suspicious. She hated me too much for any legitimate offer. And I knew she would keep fighting until she got what she wanted.
"You've taken my life, gotten me into a number of dangerous, ridiculous, and sometimes scandalous situations. At this point, can I really say it's mine? It feels unrecognizable at this point," she began. "I knew you'd want to stay. So I thought, if she gets to run my life, why don't I run hers? After all, she doesn't want to go back home. I can take her body and do what I want."
"My life…?"
She rolled her eyes. "No, the life of the deceased spirit medium over there. Obviously, your life."
"What would you do with it?"
"Don't worry, I wouldn't destroy it like you've done mine. I'd take great care to build something magnificent out of it. I could have a family again. I could go back to school. I could essentially have a new lease on life and get all the things I lost…" she smiled to herself. "Perhaps, I could thank you for totally decimating my life so I could take yours. Maybe I could forget everything."
I didn't like the idea of it...but I can't deny that I'd been using her body and her life badly. We were dead after all…
"Are you sure...that's what you really want?" I asked her.
"What do you mean?"
"Well...let's say we went back together. I fixed all the messes I made, and got your life back to normal and then went home. Would you want that?"
The original Lyn laughed. "I don't think it's possible."
I shook my head as I readjusted my glasses. "I'm not asking it's possible, I'm asking you, if you would want it."
"Hm…" she stroked her chin. "...If you could somehow pull that off, I would like to return to my old life before the chaos, undeniably."
"Then...give me the chance to resolve everything," I said. "If I don't manage to fix everything, you can take my life."
"You know, I'm only interested in seeing how badly you can screw up and make my life worse than it already is. I mean, you've already gotten us killed," she said in bitter sarcasm. "Is there something worse than death out there?"
"Well, you don't know until you try! Ahahaha…"
"...I'll give you one chance because I win either way," she said folding her arms. "You fix this mess you've created and get my life back in order or you fail so badly that I get a new life."
"Ah! So, you'll go along with it?" I asked excitedly.
"Sure," she said. "But you certainly have a lot of work to do."
"Hm?"
She sighed. "God, how dumb are you? You didn't think this out, did you? You do realize that when we return, you'll very likely be handicapped on some level (which you're gonna fix if it does happen), and beyond that we will probably be going to jail."
"J-Jail?!"
"...Of course, I don't think it will be immediate. They'll let us recover or try to for a little bit. But if they don't already have a suspect for what happened at the bar that night, guess who's going to prime suspect number one?"
"Ah...shit." Shit! She was right. This would be a huge problem in trying to figure out that bloody number.
"That said, I'd like to see you pull this off," she smirked.
I bit my lip trying to come up with a solution. "Well...that's...I'll just get Phoenix as my lawyer! It'll fix everything!"
"Oh, the great Phoenix Wright coming to save the day," she scoffed. "Fuck him. I hope he has a magical wand to magic this all away."
"Not helping."
"It's your job, not mine."
"It would help if you were a bit more supportive, considering I'm trying to fix your life-"
"But who messed it up to begin with?" she snapped.
"Ngr…" I had no comeback for that undeniable truth.
She grinned triumphantly. "That said, I'll take your terms and conditions. I hope you're prepared."
"As ready as I'll ever be..." I muttered. It was a risk I had to take if I were to decipher whatever code Klavier had left. I had no idea how I'd pull it off, but I'd do it. Somehow.
"Now that that painful debacle is over and done with, go grab those two freak shows," she demanded me.
"Huh? Why do I have to do it?"
"Who's the one pleading for another chance here?"
"Ugh. Fine..." I said, rising from the bed with my somewhat sore body. I exited the room without so much as looking back. I knew I fucked her over, but she didn't have to be so...bitchy. Staying together in the body was gonna be so much fun...
Grumbling to myself, I made it down the flights of stairs and into the hotel lobby. Mr. Berry wasn't at the front desk at the moment, so I assumed he was tending to a guest. A pity, since I was going to ask him where Gregory and Misty went. I didn't know where they were so I figured coming down here would be a good bet to at least ask for them to return.
But, it turned out to not be much of a problem because I saw the two of them sitting in the chairs I had been in earlier drinking tea together. Before I had made my presence known, I decided to listen to some of their conversation.
"This is truly a rare case. We don't see this very often."
Misty took a sip of her tea, setting down on the saucer. "How do you think it will turn out?"
Gregory shrugged. "We'll just have to wait and see."
The Fey woman sighed. "As usual, you're no fun."
"Hm? This is our job. I at least take my part seriously," he responded adjusting his tie.
Misty smiled wryly. "You know what I found interesting?"
"What?"
"When both of them saw you they both appeared to be incredibly flustered. Why I wonder...?" but it was without so much wonder, as it was a quiet kind of mischief.
The lawyer flushed slightly. "I did wonder myself."
"Would you like to know what I think?"
There was a slight hesitation on his part, as though he was wary of pursuing this line of questioning."...Yes. Why did they act that way towards me?"
"They thought you were handsome."
The pink tint on the man's face deepened to a shade of red. "Misty, please. Don't be ridiculous."
"And they both said you reminded them of your son. So he too, must be quite handsome."
At this point, he refused to look at her muttering something about female masses.
"I don't see why it embarrasses you," she teased. "They would have to be blind not to notice."
I chuckled. Like father, like son. Miles had a brick for brains when it came to seeing the women were interested in him unless they essentially spelled it out for him.
Gregory eventually regained his composure after drinking tea. Misty smirked the entire time at the whole display. I wondered if it was routine for her to mess with him like this. But I didn't dwell on it too long, since I took the lull in their conversation to make my entrance.
"Hey. We're finished debating I guess," I said trying to appear normal in front of them.
"Ah, is that so?" Misty asked as she checked a pocket watch she had. "I suppose it is about that time."
"And you've come to a decision, I assume?" Gregory asked, with his face only partially pink.
I nodded. "Yep...the original sent me to fetch you basically," I said rolling my eyes.
Misty laughed as she smirked at Gregory. The man placed a hand on his hat and shook his head.
"If he's anything like you then-"
He cleared his throat. "Miss Lyn, let's return to the room to finalize the procedures."
With that he took off, leaving Misty and I behind to follow after him. I turned to Misty in confusion. "What was that about?"
She replied with an all knowing smile. "Ah, worry not. It is just a joke on your personalities."
We walked into the hall and started up the stairs where Gregory was loooong out of sight. "I want to know if my assumption is correct. The two of you both take interest in his son, right?"
"Ah...haha. You're not wrong."
Misty nodded to herself with a tiny smile. "Gregory is bossy, though he won't admit it. If his son is like him, then between you two girls the choice is obvious."
"Wh-what? What does that mean?" Now, I was even more confused.
"How well do you think two bossy people would fare together?"
"Not too well." Just thinking of it, if the other Lyn was like that all the time, I doubt she and Edgeworth would get along without constantly butting heads. I was a little less confrontational so I tend to sneakily do things instead.
But since she refused to mention it, we won't find out. Stupid.
"Don't mind me, just using my woman's intuition," she said as we walked right outside the door to my room.
I knocked and the door swung open quickly.
"Took you long enough," the other Lyn huffed.
"Next time perhaps you should do it yourself so it'll be a bit more up to speed for your liking," I retorted.
"Ungrateful little bitch-"
Misty closed the door behind us. "Ladies, let us not bicker, but rather focus on the matter at hand. What agreement did we come to?"
"Easy. We go back together, on the condition that numbskull fix the issues she's created in my life. If she fails, I will take her body and live out her life in her world."
Gregory took notes. "This is correct?" he asked as he turned to me.
I nodded somewhat reluctantly. "Yes, this is the deal."
"Once we leave here, this deal will be put into effect immediately. You cannot change this decision. You both will be sent back to the body you're inhabiting. If the second Lyn does not come through on her end of the deal, all you must do is call for us to make the switch to her body. Understood?"
We both nodded.
"And how do I call for you?" the other Lyn asked.
Gregory reached into his pocket and handed her a small silver whistle. "Once you blow this, your body will be placed in a state of suspension and we will come process the switch whenever you wish."
She nodded and put it away with a smirk.
"Any other questions?" Misty asked.
I shook my head. The other Lyn remained silent.
"Very well. I hope that everything works out for you both in your journeys," she said gently. "Now all that is left is for the two of you to sign the contract and lie down the bed."
She opened the book she always carried around, and turned it to the page which we needed to sign our names on the giant lines marked with an x. Gregory extended a pen, and the other Lyn snatched it from his immediately. She scrawled her name hastily on the top line and when she was done, she pretty much threw it at me. I could only glare as I picked it up, and signed underneath her with my ugly signature. Misty nodded in approval as she shut the book. I returned the pen to Gregory.
"Well, thanks for your help," I said to them both before I climbed on the bed.
"Yeah, likewise," the other Lyn said roughly, as she hopped on the bed as far away from me as possible.
"I bid you a safe return," Gregory said removing his hat and bowing. "Best of luck."
"Indeed. Be safe," Misty smiled as she headed on out. Gregory followed and closed the door behind him.
The other Lyn opened her mouth, starting to say something to snark at me, I'm sure, but I couldn't make out the words because as soon as the door shut, my body felt very sluggish, even heavy. In no time I couldn't keep my eyes open and passed out...
Evidence:
Prosecutor's badge: With this, I can prove I'm a prosecutor. Dunno why we don't wear them on our lapels like defense attorneys though.
Magatama: Magical sacred charm that should allow me to communicate with Mia.
Klavier's note: It reads: remember 117691. As to what on earth this could mean, I don't know...
Profiles:
Maya Fey: Age 20. Probably my best friend at this point.
Miles Edgeworth: Age 27. My...partner in crime in a sense.
Detective Gumshoe: Age 34. The guy who's saved my hide more times than I can count.
Judge: Age ?. Oldtimer judge. No one knows his real name.
Mia Fey: Deceased. My spirit guide who pops by occasionally to give advice.
Phoenix Wright: Age 27. Pretty awesome dude. We make fun of Miles together.
Klavier Gavin: Deceased. A good kid who's life was taken prematurely.
Kristoph Gavin: Age 26. A terrible person. Has apparently gone mad?