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Ladies and Gentlemen! Tonight, I present to you...CHAPTER FOURTEEN.

...But first, I'd like to apologise for court not starting yet.

Guess I jumped the gun a little by saying it would on the last Chapter. Not sure if this is counted as filler, but...it's somewhat experimental, I suppose.
This whole thing is VERY open to interpretation...dreams always represent thoughts, feelings, memories, or combinations thereof. Some of us are lucky enough to be able to twist them to suit our fantasies, but even then, they're very dependant on our state of mind. I await your interpretations with great anticipation, dear readers. *takes a bow*
Oh...and Wonderland Question Time is still open for anyone who gives a damn. XD Feel free to ask anyone
anything. Including characters who just appeared. And my 'mood music' for this Chapter, especially when and after they start walking, is Susumu Hirasawa - Meditational Field, aka the full-length opening theme from 'Paprika'. ^^ Enjoy!
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Chapter 14 –Technicolor MetaphorPhoenix stepped inside the room, and resisted the urge to give Captain DeLite a salute in return as he shut the door, leaving him and the dark-cloaked figure alone.
“…Who are you?” he asked, looking quizzically at the small, simple table laid out for both of them. “And why are you still disguising your voice?” He sat down.
Everywhere else, there was nothing but white…featureless, like the person in front of him. Plain as a blank canvas. Nothing but mist, full of infinite possibility. All it needed was someone’s imagination to mold it, to create with it, make nothing into something. And this ‘Broken Sword’, whoever it was, had chosen
this?
Even though he couldn’t see their face, he could swear they were raising an eyebrow at him.
“…You may call me Broken Sword. That is all you need to know, if only for your safety, Mr. Wright.”
[Point taken…] he thought, drumming his fingers on the tabletop boredly. “So, what’s this about? I mean, I appreciate you having Mask*DeMasque save me from that nightmare…but what do you want with me?”
The mysterious figure simply made a sweeping gesture in return. “At least let us discuss things over a meal. I hear that Wonderland’s food can affect you strangely…but this is not Wonderland.”
Though he knew business should come first, it was very tempting…there were a lot of things he missed back home. Eating real food without changing size wasn’t what he missed the most, by a long shot…imagination could only go so far.
Luckily it
did go far enough for him to find himself digging into a plate of spaghetti and meatballs. A generous slice of warm chocolate fudge cake was waiting for him, too. Why he didn’t think of something fancier, he wasn’t sure…but it was damn good spaghetti, nonetheless.
It was weird, how Broken Sword’s eyes seemed to crinkle in amusement, as Nick slurped up a large forkful, getting tomato sauce on his nose. The gesture was something that was felt, rather than seen.
“…A lot of Wonderlanders feel like we have had something…taken from us.”
They looked deep into the distant mists, as if considering them. “The Queen has just managed to keep this world on the brink of the old ways. The ways of war, and segregation, and absolute power.”
“So, what does this mean?” Phoenix retorted, glaring as he wiped his face with a napkin. Getting no answer, he stood up, slamming his hand on the table frustatedly.
“I don’t do politics, Broken Sword. Yours
or the Queen’s. I’m just here to get an innocent verdict for Ace, and if you or your group had something to do with the murder…”
“No.” they answered silently, folding their hands.
A statement devoid of explanation…just, simply, ‘no’. Were they telling the truth? He could sense sincerity…like the look in an innocent client’s eyes, silently saying ‘please, you have to trust me’.
But he’d been fooled once before…
The air hung, deadlocked between the two…the mists of dreams swirled silently in a non-existent breeze. Broken Sword sighed, and got up, footsteps echoing around the open, empty space.
“Let us take a walk, Mr. Wright. We have much to discuss.”
Reluctantly, the lawyer followed…the white-clothed table and the remains of his meal vanished behind them.
And almost immediately, their surroundings sprang into life, filled with light and shadow and the cries of animals. Towering trees appeared like something from a children’s pop-up picture book, a flock of rainbow parakeets erupting from the new canopy and out into open dreamspace.
Phoenix soon found himself struggling through a dense undergrowth of thick vines, and delicate flowers in psychedelic colours. The sudden tropical heat and humidity were nearly unbearable…and yet his cloaked companion still soldiered on, as if the obstacles weren’t even there.
“HYAH!” seemed like an appropriate sound effect as his machete cut though the jungle foliage. Now dressed appropriately, in khaki shorts and shirt and – just to get in character – a crocodile tooth necklace and a hat, he ran to catch up with the faceless robe.
Finally slowing to a walking pace, he was finally able to take in his rich surroundings. “Hah, wow…talk about your active imagination…whoever you are, you’ve got to have a boring desk job.”
“Somebody has to do the dirty work. Like the prosecutor you are facing…Miles Edgeworth. He faced many of the defence attorneys, who now stand in the Statue Garden…”
Broken Sword stopped in front of a clear pool of water. The surface was so still, it was like a highly polished mirror…their own featureless reflection gazed back.
“I can assure you, he is not proud of what he has done. Many of us have a cross to bear, under the Queen’s rule. If you are not with her-”
“Then you’re
against her, right?” Phoenix finished, still trying to fight off a large invasion of tiny, brightly-coloured frogs. Much to his annoyance, they appeared to have a taste for lawyer sweat, and/or traces of tomato sauce.
“You learn fast. Understandable, then, how you have survived for so long in Wonderland…unless you share your alternate’s talent for pulling off miracles.”
Picking the rest of the pesky amphibians off his arm, he too stepped over to the shallow pool …and took a step back, for a minute. It wasn’t
his reflection looking back, but an image of Ace…the Card he was gradually coming to think of as the brother he’d never had.
Nick scratched his head, his twin in the water imitating the gesture. “I don’t know. For a while, I thought we were exactly the same…but now…”
There was a quiet ‘splish’. One of the little frogs had jumped into the shallow pool, shattering the stillness, and the two reflections along with it.
The pair watched in silence as the images re-formed…this time, both of them were there. A nameless phantom, and a human dressed like a cross between Indiana Jones and Crocodile Dundee.
“Now, it’s complicated. I just wish things were more simple.”
“Some may call the Waking World simple, with only one sentient race. Some even choose to model themselves after its supposed ideals. It is, indeed, we ourselves who make things complicated.”
Talking in riddles again…but Phoenix was fairly sure he understood. He kicked a small pebble into the water.
“Just another drop in the ocean…just one more than there’s supposed to be. And it could flood an entire world, couldn’t it?”
“Some may herald such an event as a chance to rebuild. To start anew.”
Broken Sword’s tone sounded understanding…maybe even slightly amused, again. Perhaps exchanging riddles was how Red Spade members communicated, with potential spies lurking on every corner.
Perhaps…it held a familiar comfort for Broken Sword. It made him wonder, did he or she have friends they missed? Friends that had died, or been transformed, or turned to stone, for their cause?
But the question still remained, was it a
just cause…? Were they not only willing to die for it, but also to kill for it?
“Perhaps we should move along. It is rather…stifling, standing around like this.”
Phoenix grinned sheepishly…all that time, he’d been pulling at his collar, fanning himself. He’s never been outside his own state before, even in the summer, but it seemed excessive sweating could be a problem
out of court as well.
“So where to?” His spikes were drooping in the humidity, and the frogs had started to regroup.
“Hm.” The hooded figure stepped into the shallows…and sank below the surface with barely a ripple, like a platform was slowly descending.
The lawyer stared into the water…was the bottom just an illusion? It had seemed solid before, but…this was a dream. A metaphor in living, breathing colour. If he wanted to see how deep this mystery went, he’d have to dive in, head-first, regardless of consequences.
In the water, the sheer deepness of it seemed to absorb the sudden impact. It was ice against his skin, and the cold fire from when he’d dropped into that puddle was threatening to return…until he quickly dreamed up a solution.
[Who needs diving gear?] Phoenix thought, laughing - he hadn’t been able to help himself…even the decorative necklace from before was transformed, into white shells and a single shark’s tooth.
His strong tail, patterned with the blue and black scales of a Regal Tang, made light work of diving deeper. He recalled seen that fish in the school’s aquarium, many years ago, and daydreamed. Now, a gulp of water seemed as natural as a breath of air, thanks to the gill slits on either side of his neck.
Scouring the intricate coral reef below him, with the dappled sunlight up above…Broken Sword had to be
somewhere, unless it was his own fantasies which had sculpted this landscape. For all he knew, he could have dreams like this all the time…but sleep was always too fleeting, and his mind had other things to focus on in the mornings…
He turned a somersault, just for the hell of it, flipping the underwater world upside-down.
“Adaptability is a necessity, in a fast-changing world…we have to keep moving forward.”
“AAH!” Phoenix yelped in a flurry of bubbles, suddenly face-to-hood with the mysterious stranger. The spiny fins on his forearms helped to turn himself right-side-up again.
But…looking at the cloak billowing in the water, he was almost disappointed…nothing to indicate age, gender….even favourite colours. Still no clues.
“And yet sometimes to go forward, we must first re-trace our steps.”
The merman crossed his arms, looking away…he was sure he was being stared at. And he wasn’t wearing a shirt. “Could you be a little more specific, maybe? I’ve already been everywhere today, and it’s turned up nothing.” He flicked his tail indignantly.
“…I was meaning to contact you in this manner sooner, to direct you towards the Palace…but one cannot dream, if one does not sleep.”
“The Palace?” Nick followed them as they moved silently through the water, scattering a shoal of silver fishes. “I already got that letter you sent to the Duchess…it seems incriminating enough, to me.”
Broken Sword stopped in their tracks. “…I know not of any letter, Mr. Wright.”
“You don’t…?” Showing the right evidence to the wrong people…it was an experience he really didn’t want to repeat. Even the
memory was painful. But this was a dream…you couldn’t get hurt or die here, and a memory of evidence couldn’t be stolen.
“We should move to somewhere…more suitable.” They had a point. With the amount of real-world logic that still persisted in Dreamland, if only because of his own mind…the letter’s ink would probably run underwater.
“If it pleases you…you may choose the next location.”
[The next place…?]
It
should be a simple decision…in some way, he felt like he’d been making decisions all that time, in a way he didn’t quite understand. And there was one place he wanted to go more than anything…
But did he really want to see
true illusions of familiar things? People created from his own memories, who would say what he wanted to hear, do what he wanted them to do?
He didn't need to hurt like that. And surely, he could let go...rise above self-pity…understand that there would be
someone to catch him if he fell. And that his old friends would be waiting for him back on Waking World soil.
And he hadn’t quite realised, but all the time he’d been thinking, he’d led Broken Sword into an underwater cave. The walls were lit up in places, with sky-blue patches, which covered more and more black as they went further in. And, as they travelled, the water felt less restrictive, less heavy…a gradual shift in their surroundings, and he was back in those familiar jeans and T-shirt again.
Phoenix spread his arms into open sky, spiralling down though the clouds. Water droplets caught on his eyelashes as he shut his eyes, and there was nothing but the rush of wind against his face, through his hair.
Then he opened his wings, and soared upward as he caught a thermal, slender flight feathers adjusting and re-adjusting with perfect precision. He was in his
element. Joy rose into laughter, and then exploded into ecstatic whooping and hollering.
A quick turn, a loop-the-loop, fluffy cloud turning to tiny droplets on his outstretched fingers. The air was refreshing, changing with each movement, each moment. Harsh and bracingly cold as he dived, then warm and gentle, tickling his soft down as another updraft lifted him.
Letting go of what was dragging him down, living for every moment in ‘now’…until he had a reason to land, the endless sky was his.
But still, he couldn’t lose himself in his own fantasy just yet...a taste of freedom, and another reason to be here, a person waiting. The cloud, made solid, was like a soft bed against his bare feet as he touched down gracefully. Wings folded and tucked close to his back, he half-sat, half-crouched, heart pounding.
“You have quite the imagination yourself.”
“Heh…thanks. But this is what I was talking about.” Nick said, handing over a scroll of parchment. “I found it in the Duchess’s Room…something about you wanting to meet her at noon, just before she was murdered.”
Broken Sword looked thoughtful, unseen eyes scanning the page. “…This is valuable information. However, it may not yet be enough, considering the suspicions now circulating around the Palace.”
“So…you’re saying you think this was an inside job? Someone working under the Queen was a key witness, or even the murderer themselves…and she’s covering it up?”
“…So to speak, yes.” The figure leaned in a little closer. “Beware, Mr. Wright. If your wings of wax are too flimsy…fly to close to the Sun, and you will fall.”
Phoenix looked over his shoulder, his hand briefly contacting feathered wings…then remembered it was a riddle. Or…a metaphor. Either way, it was a warning: build a strong defence, enough to make a case even Franziska von Karma wouldn’t argue with, or face losing everything.
It seemed like impossible odds…but, surely…?
“…I will let the relevant people know, about this evidence.” They must have caught the look in his eyes. “Time passes differently here in Dreamland…so I suggest you make the most of it, for tomorrow.”
“Hey, hey wait-!!” he reached out desperately, but found himself grabbing at smoke as the cloaked form faded. “How do I know I can trust you!?”
“
…Keep hold of that Spade Card, Mr. Wright…and sleep well, for tomorrow…”
Then, nothing…just the rose-tinted light of the sunset, turning his wings delicate hues of pink and orange, a rare flower unfolding in the soft light.
The sky loomed before him, huge, with no end in sight. With a little luck, and a lot of courage…this fledgling could still make it his own.
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“…Surprised to see me, are you?” Nick smiled, adjusting his tie, as he walked into the living area of Ace’s apartment.
“Well…yes!” Maya said, pouting.
Her meditation session was over for that morning, though Pearl was still sitting cross-legged, her eyes closed. Maybe that was why she seemed to have the stronger powers, sometimes…her older cousin’s attention span wasn’t exactly suited to meditation.
“I mean, I had to kick you out of bed yesterday, like I do with our Nick…or were you just jetlagged? Or…um…world-lagged…dimension-lagged?” the White Rabbit followed him into the kitchen as he grabbed a cereal bowl.
“Whatever it is, you
shouldn’t be in such a good mood! Or even dressed! Not
this early in the morning, and not on a Court day…unless you’re
another Nick from Bizarro-world…”
“You made that up, didn’t you?” Phoenix laughed. “Let’s just say a good night’s sleep can work miracles…we’re going to need one in court, if we’re going to get anywhere…but…well, you know.”
Muscles that existed only in his imagination tensed, with a fleeting memory of sturdy feathers, priming themselves to seize the next gust of wind. If it didn’t blow in his favour, he’d just buy time until it did.
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