Overflow to the Overflow: The Calm

[objectionattorney]

Who: Phoenix Wright (objectionattorney), Athena Cykes (cykedelic), Prompto Argentum (punshots), Charles Xavier (axiomed), Miles Edgeworth (milesedgelord), Venom (poolhall_killer), & Demyx (meloiouspacifist)
What: 5000 comments was achieved way too fast and Phoenix still has people to meet and a bright pink speedo to show off.
When: During The Calm
Where: Thessa Station, The Residential District of Olympia, or the boardwalk at Flona Cove
Warning(s): Phoenix Wright in a pink bathingsuit far too small for him. Other than that, nothing yet!

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[objectionattorney]

Nobodies who've lost their hearts.

[The term is almost poetic, but the logical side on him simply had a hard time comprehending it. So it was with slight hesitation that he reached out understanding that, sure enough, there seemed to be no heartbeat.]

... Huh.

[Maybe if he adjusted his hand a little he could... Nope. Still nothing.]

But... your body's moving, which means you have a running circulatory system... unless you're like a ghost? Or a vampire maybe.

[Great, another supernatural phenomenon for him to encounter. Its amazing how often this happens. And he doubts it would stop happening any time soon looking at his current situation.

Maybe he shouldn't question it all so much.]

[melodiouspacifist]

I don't actually know if there's some kind of circulatory system? That's like blood right? I have blood and I bleed. It's just magic, I guess.

[He throws his head back and laughs. It's a bit of an exaggerated movement, but he's expressing his amusement.]

No, definitely not a ghost or a vampire. I did die...I think. I mean, who wouldn't when your heart is ripped out? But I think there's some magic in the darkness. I dunno, honestly.

[He's no academic. He tires of playing with his water and pops the ball in his mouth and swallows. Refreshing.]

[objectionattorney]

Sheesh, that's got to form some sort of existential crisis, not knowing how it is you even exist.

[Perhaps 'runs on magic' is the best way to think about it. Otherwise he'd probably be unable to to stop his mind for circling.]

But you died? Like really? That's-- Kind of sad actually. I'm sorry.

[He had seen death too many times to not realize how heavy of a situation that is. Even if after a while it feels almost normal, it's pretty tough. He could only imagine what it must be like to have experienced death first hand.]

At least you seem to be doing pretty well for yourself all things considering. Magics a pretty useful thing huh?

[melodiouspacifist]

Not really, since I can't feel anything, I don't really worry about stuff.

[He waves his hand a little dismissively.]

Yeah, I guess my Somebody did. It was a long time ago, I've been a Nobody for like nine years, I think. I think I'm twenty-one now.

[Hard to say when he doesn't remember his birthday or quite how long he's been there, but it's roughly right.]

It's keeping me alive, usually, so yeah! [He grins.] I like it around here the best though.

[objectionattorney]

Really? This place is really that amazing huh?

[He could see that. Truthfully many things about El Nysa and it's workings were absolutely miraculous-- And it was not like he didn't appreciate all Dharma did for him but, in the end, he couldn't help but feel a little homesick for his own destroyed world.]

How was it for you? Adjusting to all this I mean. I'm sure this must all be a bit different from where you're from as well.

[melodiouspacifist]

Yeah, I guess? I don't know, it's pretty good anyway.

[He doesn't have those feelings, but he does miss traveling around.]

It's okay, I mean, it is different. Really different. I used to work all the time and now I don't have to. That's nice, at least.

[objectionattorney]

Not as much work huh?

[Truthfully, a vacation didn't sound half bad. None the less the thought that this vacation was far more permanent than any he'd want to take part in left a bit of a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.]

What did you used to do before you got here? If you don't mind my asking.

[Maybe if their jobs were similar Demyx might have some advice as to how to launch back into a steady profession in this new world.]

[melodiouspacifist]

Oh, well, um...I used to look into things, you know? Recon.

[That sounds and seems perfectly above board and not suspicious at all!]

Now I just play my sitar part-time on weekends.

[He smiles nervously, yeah that was a bad job interview. He was the worst for asking advice, honestly.]

[objectionattorney]

[Not at all suspicious. So a young man like you is a military type huh? How admirable. Of course, once again he felt like you were hiding something but he wasn’t going to push it. After all, it wasn’t as if you were under interrogation of anything. Just a casual conversation.]

The citar, huh? That’s pretty cool. Probably play better than I do with a piano.

Wouldn’t mind hearing you sometime.