[022] [Text]
[He arrived at Ecruteak the day before Easter.
He did not care about Phoenix Wright, he told himself. The attorney is fine and doing... whatever he would go on to do after that damned trial.
The following day...
He didn't care much for the celebrations, either. He never was a religious man, and even if that wasn't what this Easter's about, he did not care for such enthusiastic partying. He was more concerned about the egg he found in the morning: the pattern reminded him of some Pokémon he saw once, months ago, but he couldn't place it anymore. No matter - he would care for it. Nobody ever said he couldn't have pets, after all, not even himself.
Today...
He found it odd, the fact that, for the past few days, he didn't hear a single word from Kay Faraday. He remembers Christmas, and New Year's Eve, and all those other times she was so excited and so exasperatingly eager to get him involved in the festivities.
He shouldn't care. Is that not why he started travelling alone again, after all? To ensure that the fiasco with Phoenix and the Feys would not repeat itself? To stop himself from constantly looking over Miles and Ken's shoulders?
Snake has enough company too, he thinks to himself every time the man crosses his mind. And the Doctor? What reason would he have to becomee any closer to him, other than satisfying his own childish desires?
But he has nothing better to do. At least, he figures that's an excuse as good as any other. So, he tries to send a message to Kay. He's not even sure what he'll say to her; maybe a simple "how are you" will suffice, or--]
Beeeeeeeeeeeep.
The number you have dialed is no longer in service.
[... What? He must have dialled the wrong number. It's shameful, really, to think that his hand-eye coordination might be decaying so, age is truly a bother--]
Beeeeeeeeeeeep.
The number you have dialed is no longer in service.
[No.
At that moment, a familiar - but old - feeling wraps around his chest, squeezing it tightly before he even has the time to collect his thoughts and shake it away or ask WHY.
It's not as if she's dead.
But maybe, if she were, he would be better prepared to cope with it.
This feeling - the painful, cold loss - is not new to him, but it has been years since the last time--]
[--And why does he even care, she's just a girl, she...
... She kickstarted all of this, this whole terrible habit he promised himself he would avoid at all costs, and she hugged him and she knew who he was and she did not berate him and she named Ripley.
No. No, no, no. For God's sake.]
[public text:]
Kay Faraday has gone home.
In a completely unrelated note, would anyone know how I may reach a gentleman who goes by the name of Kaitou Kid?
Ah, and if anyone has a Skarmory... May I speak with you for a moment?
[His vacation is now over.]
He did not care about Phoenix Wright, he told himself. The attorney is fine and doing... whatever he would go on to do after that damned trial.
The following day...
He didn't care much for the celebrations, either. He never was a religious man, and even if that wasn't what this Easter's about, he did not care for such enthusiastic partying. He was more concerned about the egg he found in the morning: the pattern reminded him of some Pokémon he saw once, months ago, but he couldn't place it anymore. No matter - he would care for it. Nobody ever said he couldn't have pets, after all, not even himself.
Today...
He found it odd, the fact that, for the past few days, he didn't hear a single word from Kay Faraday. He remembers Christmas, and New Year's Eve, and all those other times she was so excited and so exasperatingly eager to get him involved in the festivities.
He shouldn't care. Is that not why he started travelling alone again, after all? To ensure that the fiasco with Phoenix and the Feys would not repeat itself? To stop himself from constantly looking over Miles and Ken's shoulders?
Snake has enough company too, he thinks to himself every time the man crosses his mind. And the Doctor? What reason would he have to becomee any closer to him, other than satisfying his own childish desires?
But he has nothing better to do. At least, he figures that's an excuse as good as any other. So, he tries to send a message to Kay. He's not even sure what he'll say to her; maybe a simple "how are you" will suffice, or--]
Beeeeeeeeeeeep.
The number you have dialed is no longer in service.
[... What? He must have dialled the wrong number. It's shameful, really, to think that his hand-eye coordination might be decaying so, age is truly a bother--]
Beeeeeeeeeeeep.
The number you have dialed is no longer in service.
[No.
At that moment, a familiar - but old - feeling wraps around his chest, squeezing it tightly before he even has the time to collect his thoughts and shake it away or ask WHY.
It's not as if she's dead.
But maybe, if she were, he would be better prepared to cope with it.
This feeling - the painful, cold loss - is not new to him, but it has been years since the last time--]
[--And why does he even care, she's just a girl, she...
... She kickstarted all of this, this whole terrible habit he promised himself he would avoid at all costs, and she hugged him and she knew who he was and she did not berate him and she named Ripley.
No. No, no, no. For God's sake.]
[public text:]
Kay Faraday has gone home.
In a completely unrelated note, would anyone know how I may reach a gentleman who goes by the name of Kaitou Kid?
Ah, and if anyone has a Skarmory... May I speak with you for a moment?
[His vacation is now over.]