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ataraxionlogs2012-11-17 12:29 pm
biffail) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-11-17 12:29 pm
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take me down, gimme the score, tell me I'm gone [CLOSED]
CHARACTERS: Phoenix Wright and Larry Butz
LOCATION: In one of those recreational rooms.
WARNINGS: G for good friends hanging out and generally being bros and great things, rating may change if they start talking about death and not-so-great things
SUMMARY: Larry is sick of playing the time game and just needs to talk to Phoenix to make sure they're both on the right track.
NOTES: That's pretty much it. Bro times. Talk of timey-wimey things. Did I say bros?
[Larry leaned against the pool table in the room, hands in pockets, staring up at the nearest dartboard. He walked over to where the darts where kept, picked up a few, stepped a good distance back from the board, and let two darts fly.
One landed in the outermost ring. The other fell short and clattered uselessly to the floor. He looked at it, as if expecting it to pick itself up and zoom into the bull's eye, The dart obviously didn't move from its spot, not until Larry picked it up again. Glancing at the door, he sighed, and shrugged. Sometimes, he felt like that dart - useless, short of the mark, doing nothing. But at the same time, he wondered if he should really do anything, or say anything, or just keep quiet and let the flow of time take its course. The future was bound to happen, anyway; he knew that all too well.
Still, he was sick of keeping it all to himself. Also, he just had to know where his other best friend was on this time period fiasco. If Franziska and Maya were from his future, and Edgeworth and Manfred from the past...
The dart was tossed carelessly onto the pool table.]
LOCATION: In one of those recreational rooms.
WARNINGS: G for good friends hanging out and generally being bros and great things, rating may change if they start talking about death and not-so-great things
SUMMARY: Larry is sick of playing the time game and just needs to talk to Phoenix to make sure they're both on the right track.
NOTES: That's pretty much it. Bro times. Talk of timey-wimey things. Did I say bros?
[Larry leaned against the pool table in the room, hands in pockets, staring up at the nearest dartboard. He walked over to where the darts where kept, picked up a few, stepped a good distance back from the board, and let two darts fly.
One landed in the outermost ring. The other fell short and clattered uselessly to the floor. He looked at it, as if expecting it to pick itself up and zoom into the bull's eye, The dart obviously didn't move from its spot, not until Larry picked it up again. Glancing at the door, he sighed, and shrugged. Sometimes, he felt like that dart - useless, short of the mark, doing nothing. But at the same time, he wondered if he should really do anything, or say anything, or just keep quiet and let the flow of time take its course. The future was bound to happen, anyway; he knew that all too well.
Still, he was sick of keeping it all to himself. Also, he just had to know where his other best friend was on this time period fiasco. If Franziska and Maya were from his future, and Edgeworth and Manfred from the past...
The dart was tossed carelessly onto the pool table.]