6.1
Miles Edgeworth...excuse me, Mitsurugi Reiji was not amused by this Loop. Not in the least. Where to start? Oh yes.
He was dead. ...No, he didn't get it either. He was dead, but he was still in the Loop, which confused him to no end. And then there was the irritating matter of this chain attached to his chest. He kept tripping over it, for whatever reason, and the chain itself was heavy.
And then, every now and then, the chain links started eating themselves. Which caused him pain. Needless to say, Reiji was not in a good mood. "Blasted chain..." he grumbled, fidgeting with it. He couldn't really help, it was just too much of an irritant. What he wouldn't give to just tear it off…
6.2 (OracleMask)
It was a baseline loop. They were in between cases and Maya was feeling a bit playful. Hence why she opted to sneak into the office today. Maybe she would even catch Nick up to something...? Not likely, knowing Nick, but the thought was too tempting for Maya to resist.
To her surprise, Nick did seem to be up to something. He was on the office couch, flipping through a binder and chuckling softly to himself from time to time.
'Suspicious,' Maya thought, 'VERY suspicious!'
Most loopers she'd met that had that sort of binder used them for storing blackmail pictures. As the Master of the Fey Clan (as well as being the naturally curious person she was), Maya decided the best thing to do in this situation was to sneak across the office until she was just behind her unsuspecting target. When his spiked hair prevented Maya from getting a good look at the binder without blowing her cover, Maya opted to use the element of surprise.
"Hey, Nick!"
Nick yelped, springing off the couch as Maya's voice suddenly shouted in his ear. The binder flew up and out of his hands as Nick reacted to the surprise, making it extremely easy for Maya to reach out and snag it.
"Ack - what in the - Maya?! ...That's not funny, Maya," Nick complained once he realized he'd been had.
"I just had to see what you were looking at, Nick," Maya said as she examined the binder she now held. It wasn't labeled or anything, except for some of Nick's scrawl on the spine indicating this was Volume 4 of a set, "I can't believe you were checking your blackmail collection in the office! What if Trucy or Pearly had seen this?"
"Blackmail?! No, that's my -"
Maya stopped listening as she opened the binder, eagerly expecting to see something juicy. What she got was...a picture of the inside of their office, with Nick, Edgeworth, and someone she didn't recognize posed for the camera. And another picture of the inside of the office, but with just Nick and Larry. Flipping through the pages, Maya was puzzled to realize that these were ALL pictures taken inside this very office. Sometimes it was the Wright Anything Agency (that was obvious from all the props in the background, as well as pictures of Apollo and sometimes Athena being in the mix), but there were even some from the Fey and Co. office, including a prominent one with Mia standing proudly over a pair of kids that it took Maya a moment to recognize as Nick and...Gumshoe?
When Nick tugged on the binder Maya relinquished it without hesitation.
"Your collection is kinda weird," she said, flopping down on the couch.
Nick sighed, sitting next to her.
"It's not blackmail - why would you even think that? No, it's - listen, remember when we visited the Big Berry Circus? The first time we went into the Ringmaster's Office?"
"Yeah," Maya replied, "I make sure to get a new poster of Max every time I visit!"
Now she got a frown...what? It was the truth! A true fan needed to have as many posters of their hero as possible! Maya was proud to say that her Max Galactica poster collection was second to none - though how Edgeworth kept beating her to the rarer posters of the Steel Samurai was a frustrating mystery...
"Maya, focus. Remember what you said when you saw the pictures of the circus members throughout the years?"
"Oh yeah," Maya answered, "I remember. I said we should take pictures of the clients we got 'Not Guilty' verdicts for, and put them on the wall in the office!"
There was a moment of silence before Maya's eyes went wide.
"Wait, you mean those pictures are-?"
"Sadly, the wall's a bit too small these days." Nick sounded very pleased with himself, "But I do keep a photo album in my pocket. Every 'Not Guilty' when defending a looper...or when the prosecution's replaced with a looper...or if it's an interesting variant."
Putting the binder away, Nick pulled out another one, identical to the first except it said 'Volume One' on the spine.
"So far, this is my favorite one," Nick admitted as he flipped to the last page.
Maya gasped at the picture. It was a big, crowded one. A grinning Trucy stood beside a beaming Nick and a snickering Athena. Apollo's sour face showed that he didn't appreciate the snickering, especially since Klavier was leaning on his shoulder and muttering something into his ear. Edgeworth, just next to Nick, was looking disapprovingly at the younger prosecutor over the rim of his glasses. Next to Apollo stood a teenage Pearly and an adult Maya, both in full channeling gear and both making very silly faces at the camera.
Standing over it all, gray just beginning to tint her hair and smiling almost like a proud mother, was Mia Fey.
Under the picture was a hasty scribble. 'Fey, Wright, & Co. Anything Agency: End of Loop Party'.
Maya knew she hadn't been Awake for this loop, but...at this moment, this picture was her favorite too.
6.3 (GammaTron)
Sarge glanced around. He just knew it was the Blues' fault for this. How else was this possible?! Living the same life over and over again! And having to deal with that...that...that...Blue Girl in yellow! Every! Single! Time! He was not old, darn it! He was experienced! There's a different, consarn it! And now, look at what those filthy Blues did! He wasn't even sure where he was! It looked like a jailhouse or something!
"Mr. Sarge? Mr. Sarge, are you paying attention?" a voice demanded, making Sarge look at him and...
"Gah! A filthy blue!" Sarge exclaimed, "Where's mah shotgun?!"
"B-Blue sir?" the man with his hair slicked back into spikes and wearing a blue business suit questioned.
"Y'all know what Ah mean, ya filthy Blue!" Sarge growled, "Ah jest know this is one o' yer mind tricks t' make me crack and spill top secret secrets th' Red Team has! Like mah secret recipe for guilt-free brownies!"
"...You know how to make guilt-free brownies?" the man raised a brow.
"Ah! How did y'all know Ah knew that?! You filthy Blue! Ah swear when Ah eat mah way outta here, Ah'll kill you!" Sarge threatened, "But first, Ah need t' find mah armor."
"Armor?" the man sweatdropped, "Wait. Have you been experiencing any issues with something happening all over again?"
"...What are y'all tryin' t' say t' me?" Sarge demanded slowly.
"Mr. Sarge, I believe that you're experiencing your first Fused Loop," the man informed.
"...Ah did what in mah cup now?" Sarge blinked.
"Let me explain it a bit better for you, Mr. Sarge. My name is Phoenix Wright, Ace Attorney. You are my Defendant, Mr. Sarge Sargent. You're currently accused of killing one Franklin Delano Donut."
"Donut?! He's...He's dead?!" Sarge asked before slamming his fists on the table, "Dammit! There goes mah perfect record in th' Red Army! Damn you, Grif!"
"..." Phoenix facepalmed, "So you...like the color red?"
"Exactly! Red is th' color for victory! Convert to th' Red Team, ya filthy Blue!" Sarge demanded.
6.4 (XeroM52)
"Now I believe it is time to start this trial," the Judge announced as he took a seat. "Is the prosecution rea…. "The Judge trailed off as he saw the prosecutor in charge.
"Is there something wrong, Your Honor?" asked the prosecutor in a very detached manner.
"M-Mister Edgeworth?! Is that you?" The judge asked astonished.
"Of course! And the prosecution is ready to begin!" Edgeworth answered without that confident smile that characterized him.
"But, Mr. Edgeworth! Why are you…"
"I believe that whatever is it that I'm wearing does not directly affect my abilities to prosecute correctly, so it shouldn't matter or be brought up again!" Edgeworth pointed out, almost as if he was pointing out a contradiction in the defense's claims.
"It is very unorthodox! But since it is you, I'm going to allow this just this once," the Judge declared, slamming his gavel once.
"Thank you, Your Honor," Edgeworth said, performing his trademark bow in appreciation.
Though he was acting cool and collected on the outside, on the inside he felt more embarrassed that he had ever felt before. All because of what he was wearing.
A bright red one piece devil costume, with horns and tail included.
'Must remember to never make a bet with Maya Fey ever again.'
6.5 (crossoverpairinglover)
"...As I have continuously shown in the entirety of this trial, the actions of my clients were justified under New York law in defending themselves from the Sentinels trying to brutally murder them and a dozen innocent children. The idea that their genetic status means they should be punished for doing no more, legally, than Zimmerman is truly an act of bigotry and racism that goes against their basic civil rights." Phoenix gave his closing argument in a lawsuit filed by Bolivar Trask, Sentinel Creator and generally a large pain in the rear, against the X-Men.
"His arguments basically boil down to 'they are mutants, and thus have no rights'. If you, the people, were to allow this reasoning to prevail, where does it end? How long until people argue that 'they are African-American, and thus have no rights?' 'They are Jewish, and thus have no rights?' This isn't about if you believe mutants are a threat or not, this is basic decency!"
"...Bub, you somehow managed to win us that lawsuit." Wolverine toasted Phoenix's grape juice with a beer can in a massive party of looping X-Men at the X-Mansion. "Do you know how many times that tactic worked for us?"
"...I'm guessing not often?" Phoenix asked sheepishly. At that, Storm let out a bitter laugh.
"Try never. We consider the mistrial Red Skull caused the last time by trying to shoot poor Murdock in the head the closest thing we ever had to a win legally."
Phoenix smiled at the mention of his friend from this verse, who wasn't awake this fused loop, before he sighed.
"What is wrong with the people in this universe?" It was one of the things that Phoenix didn't understand about the loops here. Why were the people here so...hate-filled? What caused them to be terrified of their heroes to a degree, several in fact, that almost never happened in the DC Loops?
It was somewhat mind boggling to think the citizens were either that hateful, or that stupid. Couldn't they grasp that harassing people with superpowers was dangerous? How many villains did the people create themselves?
Cyclops shrugged. "We get jerks and Clark, Barry and the rest of their merry little super friends get cosmic retcons. I think it balances out somewhat."
6.6 (XeroM52)
"So, this is what they call a fused Loop," Franziska von Karma said as she looked at her surroundings. Definitely not Los Angeles or even Japan. No, by the looks of it all, it seems that she was in the middle of the road in a European country around the 15th century.
"Not what I expected," Franziska commented out loud just to fill the silence around her. She didn't know what she expected; she just wanted some time alone away from that foolish Phoenix Wright, and away from the words written by a non-looping version of her.
'I just wanted a vacation.' Just so she could clear her mind.
Then she waited for her in-Loop memories to be completely processed. Once they were finished, Franziska raised an eyebrow in calm surprise. "Hn. Interesting."
She was Franziska Belmont and she was tasked to stop and defeat Dracula once more, like her family has done for generations every 100 years. In fact, she could see the castle were Dracula resided in the distance.
"I guess there is no way around it." Franziska deliberated the cons and pros of risking her life in such a dangerous mission, but the consequences of her failure were far too large to ignore. Besides, she was still a prosecutor and her job was to deliver justice and see that criminals get their due punishment.
"Dracula! I'm coming for you!" As soon as she said that, the ground before her started moving. From it a large number of decayed corpses rose from the dead, with their only mission being defend their master's castle from any intruders.
Franziska, not faced at all by the approaching zombies, prepared her weapon, a relic passed through her family from generation to generation, a whip appropriately named 'The Vampire Killer'.
"If you step in my way, I will end you!" Franziska declared before lashing her whip towards the zombies, returning them once more to the grave. "I told you so, you ghoulish ghouls!"
'Looks like this Loop will suffice me just fine!'
6.7 (Filraen)
Dear Clay,
Feels strange sending a letter, doesn't it? Normally we just chat over things, like how I couldn't get to your soccer match today (I'm sorry, Clay), but needs must and today is a situation exceptional.
No, really! This is something to scream the Chords of Steel to the winds on hope! Better start from the beginning: after school, some girl with a strange cape and hat found me while on the way to your match, calling herself Trucy and claiming she was my sister.
Yes, Clay, I have a sister! Don't worry, I wasn't naive because I asked how she could know we were siblings. Then she showed me the kind of proof that'd make Mr. Phoenix Wright proud: a bracelet just like mine! You know how we've searched all over about the bracelet and how I suspected the bracelet had to be from my family and then I discovered I was right! How crazy is that? But if I was excited before then, her next revelation floored me.
I have a mom and she's alive. A mom! Can you believe that?
But not everything is good news: Trucy told me that she was sick, both blind and with no memories of us. She also lives in Borginia, on the other side of the world. That's... far.
Little Trucy said she didn't have any proof she was there, no useful name because mom doesn't remember anything so she asked me on a big leap of faith to follow her to Borginia.
I don't know if it's the right thing to do or not, but if children of 13 can become prosecutors in Germany, then I can be like little Marco who traveled from the Apennines to the Andes in search of her mother... just going the other way.
So by the time you're reading this letter, I already will have left with Trucy to Borginia. I don't know how long it'll take, however, so you won't be hearing from me for a while. And you will hear from me again, you can be sure of that.
Don't worry about me, I'll be fine! So please promise me that you'll be fine too.
Until we meet again,
Apollo Justice
When Apollo caught up with his new sister -what a wonderful word!- for breakfast, Trucy seemed to be deep in thought. "What is it, Trucy?"
"...Oh, it's you, Polly. I was wondering if we should go directly to Borginia or take the scenic route."
"Scenic as in..."
"Go around the world the other way," Trucy elaborated. "West."
"What?!"
"On the one hand, going west means that we'll skip traveling by ship across the Atlantic. I don't look forward to staying put for so long. But on the other hand, I don't know many Asian languages, only a bit of Japanese."
"B-But can't we just take a plane?" Apollo stammered his objection.
"I don't have that much money with me and I don't want to take money from Daddy. That's sort of cheating, you know."
"How is getting to our mother faster cheating?" Apollo asked with a bit more force than he wanted to.
However it had the effect of getting rid of Trucy's funk. "But... right, you can't know. It was actually Daddy who told me about you and Mom, but I asked him to let me travel there under my own abilities. I'm carrying a credit card for emergencies, but I want to get there by my own means."
"But you aren't even ten," Apollo countered, confused. "You aren't even supposed to be traveling alone."
"I know that!" Trucy seemed... hurt? "That's one more reason we're traveling together. International police won't agree with me traveling alone. That's why I had Daddy prepare a few papers to let me travel around the world as long as we go together. You aren't a minor according to the law."
"'According to the law...' Is your father a lawyer or something?"
"The best in this world or any other, but that's not the main reason..." Trucy paused, as if steeling herself. "I think it's better if I show you. You should recognize the people in the photograph."
With that, Apollo looked at the picture and his brain promptly shut down. After all, it wasn't everyday when Apollo could see a picture of Trucy and Apollo happily having dinner together with Phoenix Wright.
"Trucy, your father is Phoenix Wright?"
"For some years now." At Apollo's confused look Trucy elaborated. "I'm adopted, not that it bothers me. But Daddy isn't the important part of the photo, it's us."
Now that the shock of being with Phoenix Wright's daughter -Trucy, he corrected himself- passed, Apollo realized that there was something bothering him about the picture. "Are we... older?"
"Yes. And the reason I have this photo is that I'm a time traveler of sorts. I have lived more years than you but since I came back in time my records say I'm a minor so I can't travel abroad alone."
Apollo didn't know what to think so he just nodded.
"Apollo, I know it's hard to take in. I won't ask you to believe me being a time traveler, but the part of us being siblings and Mom being in Borginia was all true."
"But Trucy, if you are a time traveler, doesn't that mean you can use the lotto results to fund our travel to Borginia?"
Now it was time for Trucy to be speechless.
"...I guess it's a bad idea?"
"No, it's a great idea, but I never wrote down the lotto results," Trucy eventually answered. "It might be a good idea to start writing them now though. Let's go buy a notebook and then I'll give you a lesson on how to use your bracelet, how does that sound?"
"Use my bracelet?"
"As a focus. You see, one of the gifts from our mother is a very good sight..."
Hi Daddy,
How have you been? My first day went great for me: I got Polly to agree to travel with me so we're leaving tomorrow morning to Borginia. I still have to think of the route though.
By the way, thank you again for letting me do this. But if loops are really going to be as complicated as you say then I really need to get used to change and being by myself because we may not meet every time.
As I told you, I'll keep sending more e-mails with pictures of the travels.
Love,
Trucy
For Phoenix Wright, it was hard to only read Trucy's e-mail and not be with her today. But after what he almost did, supporting in her quest was the minimum he could do to make it up to her for not telling her about her mother and brother the first time.
Did Trucy want to have time alone to think? Did she only want to test herself to prepare for more complicated loops? Did she want time to bond with her brother? Would she be all right all alone out there? Will-?
"Smile a little more, Nick."
"AARGH!" The surprise of having Maya sneak up on him was enough to make Phoenix fall out of his chair.
"Oh, Maya." Phoenix looked at his assistant and realized something was odd. "What's with that suit?"
Instead of her usual robes as a Kurain Technique practitioner or normal clothes (she had been getting better at wearing other kinds of clothes), she was wearing a black suit, with a white blouse, black tie and sunglasses.
"You're worried about Trucy," Maya said instead of asked, before giving him a reassuring smile. "Don't be, Nick. Elite Beat Maya is on the case."
"Thanks, Maya," Phoenix replied, now properly seated on his seat again. "I'll feel better knowing you'll be caring for the kids."
...
...
After a minute or so of both sitting on opposite sides of the desk, a rare uncomfortable silence stretched between them.
"What are you doing staying there?" Phoenix asked, a little confused.
She frowned a little. "Nick, I'm on a mission now. You have to send me away!"
"Really?"
"Yes!" Maya said excited. "Now, at least like Commander Kahn that other loop. I know you can shout and point better than that."
Phoenix couldn't help but smile a little. "OK, then." Then suppressing the smile, he stood up and pointed his finger towards Maya as he usually did while objecting.
"Agent... GO!"
6.8 (Rufus Shinra)
"...and THIS, Your Honor, is why organics are clearly able to coexist with synthetics," finished Phoenix Shepard, Spectre Attorney. "I rest my case."
On the other side of the hastily improvised courtroom made over the Presidium, Harbinger was frozen speechless with fury. It nevertheless regained some sort of composure a few instants later, opening its main weapon porthole and pointing it towards the Defense and his spunky assistant:
"OBJECTION! The Defense Attorney is a puny organic unable to face the inevitable."
The superheated bolt of liquid metal was catapulted towards the Spectre, only to be stopped mid-air.
"Overruled," said the Star Child. "The Defense made its point and unless the Prosecutor here has actual evidence to show this court, I will have no choice but to pass my verdict."
"But..." started the gigantic spaceship, its voice now awfully contrasting with its size, "we were supposed to be their salvation through destruction. That's what every Cycle had been about! You cannot change it! Not now! I refuse to accept this travesty of a court!"
Before another stream could leave the oversized sentient dreadnought, the Star Child snapped fingers, engulfing the ship in a Stasis Field: "Bailiff, take the Prosecutor away for contempt of court. We will deal with it later."
"Heh, why not," answered Wrex, who still had no idea what happened or why he had to wear a C-Sec uniform but who enjoyed the outright surrealism of the last few days anyway. Coming near the mountain-sized spaceship whose mass had been rendered negligible, he looked up while getting his baton out. "Come with me, big guy."
"With that being done," resumed the Star Child, "on the case of 'Organic Species and Geth Versus Reapers', I declare the defendant...NOT GUILTY!"
"Discussions for reparations will be done at a further time. Court dismissed."
In the sides of the courtroom, a smug Udina made a small victory gesture before turning towards Anderson, who was still twitching from the scene:
"I told you, Captain. There's nothing a good enough lawyer cannot do."
6.9 (Awesomedude17)
It was definitely a morgue. He just somehow knew.
If he was right...
Right...
Right...
Wright. Oh how he hated Wright.
He let this happen to him.
But he'll swear on his life that he'll suffer.
Someone's coming!
He hid.
*Creeek*
"Alright, let's get that corpse out of the suit."
"Man, Spring Bonnie looks... Creepy."
"I know. Ugh. And the fact that we may have to hack up the body."
"Dude, let's just get him out so we can..."
"What's wrong?"
"Where's the body?"
Damn, he was caught. No matter. He already had them.
He walked towards the autopsy crew.
"Wha-AAAAAAAHHHH!"
"WHAT IS- HOW? HE'S-"
"SCREEEEREEEAAAAGH!"
*SNICK*
*SPLASH*
Springtrap looked down at his work, and just laughed.
"Fabulous. Absolutely fabulous."
6.1 - Do you think Edgeworth's hair is white enough, or does it need Bleach?
6.2 - Phoenix Wright: Sentimental Sap.
6.3 - Err...something involving RvB. Don't ask.
6.4 - ...What the hell kind of bet was that?
6.5 - Seriously? Sentient Bacteria?
6.6 - The obvious Fused Loop...well, one of them.
6.7 - This is set fairly early into Trucy's Awake history...it might actually be in her first Loop. Trucy is a resourceful girl, after all.
6.8 - And another way a Mass Effect/Ace Attorney Fused Loop can go about.
6.9 - Oh, crap...Stay tuned for Turnabout's Fright, the sequel to the previous FNAF/AA chapter.