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[takethat]

[Yesterday, Phoenix was a fish boy.

It had been an incredibly difficult day, fraught with attempts to get in and out of the bathtub, worry over what he could still eat, fighting to keep Edgeworth from turning him into sushi, and that bizarre little announcement he'd gotten from some crazy lady promising to make him human again. All in all, once he'd finally managed to go to sleep in the tub, he'd had no idea what to expect when he woke up the next morning.

Now that it is, in fact, the next morning, he's perturbed, to say the least. He is still curled up in the tub, but it's now completely dry (and his neck is ridiculously stiff from sleeping like that). After a short-lived panic about drying out, he finds that he's no longer a merman at all.

He is, however, decked out in a blue and white dress ensemble with a little red "tie" for added effect. His hair is now ridiculously long (though still sticking up in the back), and his attorney's badge has gone missing. To make all this infinitely worse than it already was, when he stands up, pain shoots from his feet up his legs, and when he makes as though to yell about it, he finds his voice is gone. Again.

So, he slowly makes his way out of the bathroom and toward Edgeworth's bedroom, feeling as though he's walking on glass and having no other viable solution but to go mime for help.]

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[cantacquityou]

[Once upon a time, there lived the cravatted Prince of Prosecution, Prince Miles Edgeworth. On one, fine morning, he rose from his princely slumber decked in his princely attire. Prince Edgeworth removed his royal rump from his bedchambers and set himself on his princely way towards the bathroom with unmitigated princey-ness. Did I mention, 'Prince'?]

[cantacquityou]

[He scratched his stomach and adjusted his ass-constricting tights as he sleepily wended his way to the bathroom door. He placed his hand upon the knob, turning it whilst rubbing his eyes with his free hand...]

[cantacquityou]

[...and when he opened the door...]

[cantacquityou]

[...his eyes beheld a fair maiden - a very fair maiden, indeed! She was perhaps the fairest maiden of all the land. He stood there in silence, mouth agape...]

Done!

[cantacquityou]

I am going back to bed.


[Closes the door.]

[takethat]

[No, please, wait!

Phoenix lurches for the door and flings it open, stumbling after Edgeworth with tears in his eyes. He'd likely be tripping over this dress already even without the added "bonus" of pain spiking through his lower body; together, the two ingredients are leading him to barely being able to move at all. He whistles for Edgeworth's attention.]

[cantacquityou]

[Edgeworth sighs and turns around, facing him her.]

[takethat]

[Everything is horrible and everything hurts.

He mouths in silence, "I can't talk," then points to his legs as his lip trembles.]

[cantacquityou]

[A woman in distress. Great. This is just-...


...That hair. That God-forsaken hair sticking out at the back.

He suspected it. He didn't want to believe it before, but now it was rather obvious.]


...Wright?

[takethat]

[If he could speak, he'd be wailing "yeesssss!" Instead, he sniffles... and nods sullenly.]

[cantacquityou]

God damn it...



[This castle has gone too far. He walks in closer to Lady Phoenix. He then does what any self-respecting prince would do and uses his cravat to dab away at the tears. Yes he still has the cravat stfu]

[takethat]

[Well, that's enough. The pain, fear, and confusion aren't helping matters, and he's in a dress and Edgeworth is actually being nice to him, so he flings his arms around his "prince" and hugs him tearfully--so relieved is he to not be alone through this.]

[cantacquityou]

[Weeeeeeeeeeeeeell. This was unexpected.


...Edgeworth's at a loss at what to do next. He stands there, unmoving, for several seconds before wrapping his arms around Phoenix's torso, patting ...him...her(?)...on the back comfortingly. He utters a familiar phrase Phoenix would have heard quite a few times in the past, be it out of sarcasm, snark, or one of those rare cases of genuine concern... which would be the case now.]


There, there, 'Mr.' Wright...

[takethat]

[In return, Phoenix babbles... silently. He's clearly talking, wild and desperate, but with no sound coming out of his mouth he's just getting more and more bewildered with each passing moment.

Being turned into a princess has not gone well for him.]

[cantacquityou]

[Edgeworth eases back to look at Phoenix, maintaining his grip. He cocks his head to the side.]

What?

[takethat]

[None of this is okay, and Phoenix sighs and shakes his head. He points to his throat, and his mouth, and shakes his head again.]

[cantacquityou]

So you've lost your voice...again.

[takethat]

[He nods.

And takes this opportunity to sit down on the floor because he just can't stand that feeling in his legs anymore.]

[cantacquityou]

[He kneels.]


What are you-- What is it?

[takethat]

[This time he's gesturing to his legs and adding an overly-exaggerated "hurting" expression to try to get his point across.]

[cantacquityou]

[He reaches out as he makes to touch his foot, retracting before he does so. It'd probably be better to request permission to inspect anyone's feet (or other parts of their body), anyway.]

May I?

[takethat]

[Another nod--and he braces himself for the touch, preparing for it to hurt just as badly as taking steps has been.]

[cantacquityou]

...Tell me when it hurts.

[He slips his fingers under his ankle and gently lifts his foot from the floor, placing it upon his lap for inspection. He uses a thumb and gently grazes it upon the underside of his foot, and begins to slowly and progressively apply pressure.]

[takethat]

[The light touch doesn't hurt--much--but the slightest bit of pressure does, and he winces and waves his hand to be sure Edgeworth knows it hurts.]

[cantacquityou]

Is it unbearable?