The Little Lawyer Adventures

[cantacquityou]

Who: Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright
What: Old friends simultaneously reminiscing about their childhood memories.
When: June 20th
Where: Room 502 and Room 204
Rating: Cheesy

11:32 p.m.

Miles Edgeworth sat upon his bed, back rested against the headboard. He had a book in hand, reading a particular passage on cosmic rays when the narrating astrophysicist had delved into a particularly fond memory of his childhood in which he would hide and wait in a tree after class for another young friend of his, in order to procure a particular piece of confectionary that was otherwise forbidden to him at home. This friend would provide him with his sugary fix while he would help his friend with his homework. Clearly, a mutually beneficial arrangement.

...Not that it had much to do with cosmic ray spallation, in any case.

Edgeworth smirked, reminded promptly of a fond memory of his own. In his youth, he was also quite fond of climbing trees. Such a simple, relaxing activity gave the shy, introverted boy a moment of solace whenever he wasn't being drilled for an upcoming flute recital or playing a rousing game of chess with... well, the faceless person in his memory.

He could almost picture himself on one of the top-most branches of his favourite tree as a child. He would lay on his back as his eyes traced out patterns of sky shining through the leaves, as his little fingers stripped away small chunks of bark.

"Miles?"

In the younger form of his memories, he looked down at his spiky-haired friend standing at the base of the trunk with those large, blue eyes peering back up at him.

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[cantacquityou]

"I guess that makes us best friends."

[takethat]

"Really?"

That was the best news a kid could ever have gotten--that his best friend agreed on their best friendedness. He flung his arms around Miles in a big bear hug.

[cantacquityou]

"Don't fall me off the tree! I mean-..." He started to laugh at his brainfart following his instance of panic.

[takethat]

Phoenix giggled and slapped Miles playfully. "Fall you off the tree?!"

[cantacquityou]

"No! No, I..." Miles simply continued to giggle uncontrollably.

[takethat]

The giggling was infectious, and Phoenix leaned over to tickle Miles in the hopes of making him laugh even more.

"Don't let me fall you off!"

[cantacquityou]

At this, Miles began to panic, and ironically began to cling on to his attacker.

"Ph-phoenix! No!" Through his protests, he couldn't help but laugh throughout, "We're going to-- we're gonna fall!"

[takethat]

When he decided he had sufficiently scared his friend and gotten a laugh out of him too, Phoenix stopped the tickling and gave Miles one last poke before scooting back away from him just a little.

"C'mon, I'm not gonna hurt you or anything!"

[cantacquityou]

"Yeah, because if you make me fall you know you're coming with me."

[takethat]

"You wouldn't do that to me! Cause we're best friends!"

[cantacquityou]

"Which means we go everywhere together! Even to the ground!" He scrunched his face comically, "Now we need like a secret code or best friend handshake or club or something."

[takethat]

"What kind of code?"

Phoenix was in awe of such a brilliant idea, and his eyes shone as he waited for guidance.

[cantacquityou]

Miles shrugged.

"I dunno."

[takethat]

"Oh." His countenance fell, and he chewed his lower lip, trying to think of something good. "It's gotta be something no one else can crack."

[cantacquityou]

Back in the real world - well, as real as it can get, being stuck in Paradisa - adult Edgeworth blinked out of his trip to memory lane for a bit.

Wait, didn't we have some sort of...song, or some nonsense? How did it go, again...? Something about...spelling our names... Didn't we have some nicknames, too?

Edgeworth muttered to himself.

"P-H-O-E-...erm, and...M-I-L-E-S...and...something?"

[takethat]

Present-day Phoenix, too, remembered the silly little song he made up with Miles all those years ago, as he grinned ruefully and rubbed his face with his hands before removing his earbuds long enough to try to recall the ditty.

We did come up with a code, sort of... didn't we? Our song... "N-O-B-O-D-Y as A-C-E as U-S!" wasn't it?

What little fortune-tellers we were.

He laughed to himself.

[cantacquityou]

Edgeworth wasn't having such luck recalling the rest of the song. He did remember that they had also formed a superhero group - the name was on the tip of his tongue - and that they, along with Larry, would pretend to have a 'code name' and have one 'special gift,' or power (though, he didn't appreciate it very much when Larry insisted that his special gift was 'nerd powers').

What was it? 'Justice'...something?

[takethat]

The name of the "superhero" team wouldn't come to Phoenix, either, though he found his mind wandering in the same direction. The name and face of the third child who formed the group was lost to him, but he could remember Miles--with "nerd powers"--and himself, to be sure.

He recalled insisting that he had the power of gravity because of his hair, and laughed at the memory of a young Miles telling him all the reasons why that didn't make any sense.

[cantacquityou]

Ah! It was starting to come back to him - 'Supreme Team Justice'! Or was it, 'Team Supreme Justice'? And he did remember that behind Larry's back, Miles assigned himself to have the power of to control and manipulate objects (under a reasonable weight). His psychokinetic powers may or may not have been inspired by the little female protagonist of a certain Roald Dahl novel.

[takethat]

For a moment, Phoenix thought to crack open his journal and start doodling the team logo in it, just to see if Miles ever noticed; he thought better of the idea, but not without some chagrin. After all, he'd been the one to design the logo, hadn't he? Even though he hadn't been the leader of the group.

Who was the leader, anyway?

He couldn't remember; it seemed as though it was no one in particular, the duty being shared equally.

[cantacquityou]

Certainly, he assigned himself a lot of leadership tasks, such as keeping attendance (it really wasn't that hard, considering it was just three of them) and directing most of the 'meetings,' though he never fancied himself the leader. Though the more artistic tasks such as designing the logo and costumes for each hero was mostly up to Phoenix. Larry...well, he Larried about and did his best at whatever a Larry could do.

Ah yes! His own name...wasn't it somewhere along the lines of, 'The Defender'?

That would have been quite the irony.

[takethat]

What had been Phoenix's superhero name? It was something altogether unoriginal, given his "power"--Gravity Man. That was it. He shook his head, remembering it, and muttered aloud to himself, "Way to show your creative side, me."

It might have been silly and trite, but he recalled insisting on one lazy summer afternoon, "You have to call me Gravity Man for the rest of the day!" to Miles.

[cantacquityou]

"'Gravity Man'? What for?" Young Miles asked.

[takethat]

"Because today, that's who I am," Phoenix replied matter-of-factly.

[cantacquityou]

"And who were you yesterday? And what about tomorrow?"