I've always found fanfiction a good way to challenge yourself in writing. If you do your job well the person reading will always feel as if the story could be a part of the canon world, and if you do it right they'll want to write one themselves. I sincerely hope that the following shorts conjure both feelings.

I've also done some colab writing with Jenna which you can find in her crackfic thread.
http://forums.court-records.net/viewtopic.php?f=11&t=4543&st=0&sk=t&sd=a

Title: It Just Keeps Getting Worse
Rated: Teen
Focus: Miles Edgeworth
Influences: The one under paragraph 3.
Preface: I love Miles to death, but I'm not entirely good at writing for him. That's probably why I picked him to be the focus of my first entry.

Miles Edgeworth walked into the courtroom with his briefcase in hand and a stale look on his face. The stares and mutters of the people around him was something he ignored as he walked up to his bench and waited for the judge to begin. The judges next words were not what he'd expected them to be.
"Mr. Edgeworth, are you feeling all right?"
"Of course I am." Edgeworth replied with slight annoyance.
"Then perhaps you'd like to inform the court why you felt it necessary to come here with no pants on?" The judge asked with widened eyes and a slack jaw.
"What?" Edgeworth looked down to see that he had, in fact, not put on his pants. His Steel Samurai boxers were on display for everyone to gawk at. "Yes...that..." Edgeworth was sort of at a loss for words.
"Well, regardless. I think we should proceed, don't you Mr. Wright?" The judge cleared his throat. Phoenix nodded. He looked awfully calm given the circumstances.
"I take it the defense is ready then."
"Yes, your honor." He said after straightening some papers on his desk.
"And I'm going to just assume the prosecution is ready despite the lack of pants."
"Yes." Edgeworth opened his briefcase. He was mortified by what he saw in there. Instead of the papers for the case he seemed to have packed his lunch in it. He slammed the briefcase shut, then opened it again in case he'd only imagined it. The lunch was still there.
"Is something wrong, Mr. Edgeworth?" The judge wondered.
"No!" Edgeworth knocked the briefcase to the floor and leaned angrily against the desk. The case was simple enough, he shouldn't even need the papers.
"Good then I'd like to begin the trial if you don't mind."
"By all means, your honor." Edgeworth summoned his smug smile.
"Are you being sarcastic, Mr. Edgeworth?!" The judge asked harshly.
"What?" Edgeworth's eyes popped up to the Judge's face in surprise. "Of course not."
"I'll not have you mocking this court!" The judge banged his gavel. "I'm going to give you a penalty!"
"W-WHAT?!" Edgeworth nearly fell backwards when the words hit him. "But your honor!"
"TWO PENALTIES!" The judge thundered. "Should I make it three, Mr. Edgeworth?"
"Ah n-no, your honor." Edgeworth glared sharply at the mild laughter coming from Phoenix's direction.
"Good, then would you please give us a summary of today's proceedings?" He asked coldly.
"Of course, your honor." Edgeworth could barely manage to regather his composure. Though his efforts were pretty much obliterated when he realized something horrible. He had no idea what the case was about.
"We're waiting, Mr. Edgeworth." The judge crossed his arms sternly.
"I'm sorry, your honor. I seem to have forgotten."
"Like you forgot your clothes?" Phoenix snickered.
"I only forgot my-" Edgeworth looked down at himself again only to find that now he was wearing nothing but his cravat.

Edgeworth sprung upright in his bed with sweat pouring down his face. He groggly grabbed his head as his heart slowed down to a normal pace.
"Thank god." He muttered when he realized it had all been a dream.
"What is it, Edgy?" Phoenix sat up on the other side of the bed.
"Ah!" Edgeworth fell backwards onto the floor.

He woke up again to find his face pressed against the carpet and his body tangled in silk maroon sheets. He got up quickly to make sure he was alone, and once he confirmed it he let out a deep sigh of relief. He needed a cup of tea.

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Last edited by SerenityBlue on Sat Jan 05, 2008 2:26 am, edited 2 times in total.

... That was NICE. XD I was laughing all through the second part. It really DID keep getting worse and worse...

Can't wait to see more~ How long have you been writing fanfiction? (Just curious)

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Hmmm, since I was 13. My first story series started out as a fancfic for SeaQuest. Then it just got weird and warped into something else entirely. Since then I've written all sorts of unfinished original stories and fanfictions for other things. Marilyn Grant is actually my first fanfic for Phoenix Wright.

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Last edited by SerenityBlue on Tue Jan 01, 2008 7:45 am, edited 1 time in total.

I am amused. It was funny. Nice work!

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10 years? *whistle* Dayum. My first fanfic was in... 02, I think. I'd rather not talk about it. XD I've gotten MUCH better since those days.

But yes, very good work. I might look into the Marilyn Grant fic tomorrow, actually. o.o

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Actually, Marilyn Grant is a sprite comic, but it's the same thing really. Just with less words.

And after ten years I better have some talent. Otherwise I should just throw in the towel.

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Classic. simply classic. You win a million internets, my friend, for I lol-ed verily.

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Well, it would depend how much you've written in those 10 years. I had a dry 3-year gap between my old fanfics and my newer ones, so I turned out a bit rusty (and ended up discontinuing The Final Cases as a result). It all depends on how much you write and learn from it.

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I've pretty much written consistently during the ten years. Though I've never finished anything that wasn't a short story or a school assignment.

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I'm the same way. FOr some reason, I have trouble finishing fanfics. =\ Like my current one...

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I've written fanfiction sparsely, really. Usually anything fanfictionish I'd write was easily adapted into something original so that's what I did with it. With the exception of my Hogwarts fic (never read Harry Potter in my life, I was writing it with a friend who was a fan) that I also never finished.

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Title: New Year Surprises
Editor: Jenna Darknight
Rated: General
Focus: Phoenix Wright
Influences: This picture and this one; both involving what I think is the same blue badger doll.
Preface: I wrote this one because I felt like writing and thought that adding another entry would be a good reason to do so. I didn't even have a name or focus when I started it.

"Come on, Nick!" Maya pulled at his hands as she walked backwards through the festival. It was a miracle that she didn't bump into anyone. Her eyes were particularly bright that night, but then they usually were when she was out with friends. It had started as just Maya, Pearl, and him going to the park to watch the year end fireworks, and then when a sobbing suddenly girlfriendless Larry showed up he invited himself. The second biggest shocker of the night had been when they ran into Edgeworth in the parking lot. Maya, of course, insisted that since he was there he should spend the night with friends.
"Come on, Mr. Edgeworth! No one is supposed to go to these things alone!"
No amount of objections from Edgeworth could persuade her otherwise. Especially when she had Larry and Pearls backing her up. Phoenix still couldn't remember him actually agreeing to the arrangement.

Now he was being dragged to yet another festival game. He wasn't actually supposed to play it, he was supposed to watch how good Maya and Pearls were at playing it. He was already covered in their sweets and toy trophies.
This next game was one with tiny goldfish and a thin paper net. A dollar allowed you one net and unlimited tries. But the net was designed to break after the first one. This was something Pearls had to learn the hard way.
She lifted her arm up and with young enthusiasm and slammed her net into the water. The net promptly popped and at the same time Phoenix could hear a popgun going off near his ear and Larry's voice yelling "WHOO! YOU ROCK AT THIS, EDGY!"
"NICK!" Maya snapped at him. "We need another dollar!"
"I don't have anymore. You spent all my money on hotdogs and every other game we've walked by." Phoenix informed her. Pearls continued to cry.
"But Niiiiick!" Maya looked incredibly sad. Luckily Phoenix had built up an immunity to this face.
"I can't give you want I don't have." He said with mild annoyance.
"Here." Edgeworth stuck a thick stack of ones in Maya's face.
"THANKS, MR. EDGEWORTH!" Maya clamped him in a hug, which surprised Edgeworth so much and Phoenix had to laugh at the horrified look on his face. Maya handed all of the money over to the overjoyed fish catching game booth owner, who handed her the substantial remainder of his nets.
"Yeah, thanks." Phoenix muttered when he realized he was going to be stuck there until the fireworks started.
"Anytime, Wright." Edgeworth smirked and took his chance to wander off with a blue badger doll tucked under his arm. Phoenix looked for some sort of salvation in the form of Larry, but he was off hitting on some giggling girl in the distance. He sighed.

It was getting close to an hour of watching the girls try and fail to catch a fish, so Phoenix's mind was wandering as far as it could go. His eyes had started to gain its third layer of glaze when he thought he saw something in the corner of his eye. It was far off in the distance, and there were a lot of bodies between them, but he could have sworn he saw Edgeworth with a woman linked in his arm. He had to investigate.
It wasn't as hard as he'd thought to sneak away from Maya and Pearls once he'd dropped all their prizes onto a pile next to them. The girls seemed to have assumed he'd just decided to sit down. This brilliant deception could only work for so long. He'd have to move fast.

Because of the buzz of the crowd he had to get closer to them than he'd really wanted to be in earshot. Edgeworth was with a smiling slip of a girl in a delicate pink kimono. Her red hair was pinned elegantly on the top of her head, but from his angle he could only see their backs. There was a chance this wasn't even Edgeworth at all.
"Isn't it a beautiful night, Miles?" She had a soft voice.
"Mmm." Edgeworth confirmed.
"I hope the fireworks are spectacular this year." She set her head on his shoulder.
"Mmm." Edgeworth agreed.
"You think we should have italian or french after the show?" She wondered thoughtfully.
"Mmm." Edgeworth didn't care either way.
"You know, Miles. We never talk anymore." The girl turned her head to him and Phoenix could finally see her face. She was pretty.
"We're talking now." Edgeworth shrugged.
"No, I'm talking. You're just making noises."
"Hmm?" Edgeworth turned his head to look at her, but seemed unphased by the anger welling in her dark green eyes.
"You know, if you're not going to talk to me then maybe we should just end this now." She huffed. Edgeworth looked a little confused, but since he said nothing she pulled angrily away from him and stormed off. Phoenix stepped to the side so that she wouldn't bump into him. Edgeworth blinked at her, looked down at the blue badger doll she'd dropped on the ground, and picked it up. He stared at it for a moment, the confusion still not leaving his face, then realized that Phoenix was standing there looking just as, if not more, dumbfounded as he. Edgeworth pressed the doll against Phoenix's chest as he walked past him and towards the park exit.
"Nick! There you are!" Maya grappled his wrist and started to pull. "Come on, the fireworks are about to start!"

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Loved the first one. A 'false awakening' dream is a cruel thing to pull... Very hilarious! You should have made that lunch be a specially made lunchbox from Gumshoe, though...

The second one was a little weird, because of the total lack of purpose. You just wrote it to connect those two pictures?


Quizer

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I'd thought about that, but then I seriously doubted Edgy thinks enough of Gumshoe to include him in his dreams.

And yes, that pretty much was the point of the second one. Though I agree it does feel sort of incomplete somehow. I might have to expand upon it with a part two.

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T&T Spoiler Alert!
Title: The Worth of Friendship
Editor: Jenna Darknight
Rated: General
Focus: Miles Edgeworth
Influences: This picture.
Preface: Another story focused on Miles. The fact that I can write better for Phoenix than for him must be rectified! I mean, I like Nick and all, but I don't want to have his babies...not that I want to have Miles' babies...I'm going to just stop now...

Miles stared at his reflection in the mirror while he cleaned the shaving cream off his ear with a towel. The bags under his eyes were back. He only seemed to get them when he was in town for one reason or another. This time it had been because a crazed Larry got his current number from Gumshoe (who was looking at another pay deduction) and made it sound as if Wright was about to die. He really should have known better. The man had nothing more than a nasty cold. To make things worse, he had been forced to play defense attorney while Wright was in the hospital. The only mild up side had been getting to summon and then thoroughly pummel that whip happy sister of his in court.
Wright was fine now, the dire situation had been resolved, and the only thing really keeping him in town was the insistence of the late Ms. Fey.
"Nick could really use a friend right now, Miles." He could still hear her voice. "He's been though so much. Couldn't you just stay a month or so longer?"
At the time he hadn't said anything to the woman he'd once thought was going to be his rival. This was mainly because he was not in the habit of speaking with the deceased. It boggled the mind how Wright had gotten used to it.
Miles was quickly dressed and ready. He'd set all his clothes out the night before so that he wouldn't be late to the days appointments. He only really had one this evening, and while punctuality wasn't exactly necessary, he felt no reason to be late either.

Gumshoe was waiting outside with a squad car. He waved happily at Miles when he walked out of the hotel exit. Even after his many absences, Gumshoe still worshiped the ground he trod upon. It was really too bad the man was an utter annoyance to have around.
"You sleep good, Mr. Edgeworth?" Gumshoe asked as Miles slipped in through the passenger side door he was holding open.
"That's 'well'." Miles corrected, and when Gumshoe flopped into the driver's seat he continued. "You mean to ask if I slept well."
"Well did you?" Gumshoe wondered as he started the car.
"Yes." Miles huffed.
"I'm glad! The place looked real nice when we were checking out that one murder with that girl who poisoned her fiancé."
"You mean there was a crime committed in that hotel?" Miles sounded mildly appalled.
"Yeah! That's how I got that great deal on your room!"
"Wonderful." Miles sighed and stared out the window. He could have sworn that he saw those blasted bags under his eyes get darker in the reflection.

Gumshoe pulled in front of one of the few hot noodle stands in the city. Miles still wasn't sure why they couldn't just eat at a normal restaurant. As Miles was getting out Gumshoe got a call on his radio.
"I'm on it!" He yelled into it. "Sorry I can't join you, Mr. Edgeworth." He gave Miles the biggest apologetic smile he could.
"Yes, a shame." Miles replied and shut the door.
Once inside he was greeted by more enthusiastic waves, though this time it was Wright and his ghost-summoning assistant. Miles still felt a little uneasy being near her after seeing her turn into two different people in a short amount of time, but he didn't let it show as he sat down.
"Hi, Edgeworth!" Wright and Maya greeted him in unison.
"Can we do this quickly? I have other things I need to take care of." Miles said dully. That might not have been true at the moment, but he was sure his skills would be called upon before the day was over.
"Yeah, sure, Edgeworth." Wright sighed and waved the waiter over.
"Oh! Pork fillet noodles!" Maya ordered happily.
"Tea." Miles looked the waiter in the eyes briefly.
"That sounds good. I'll have that too." Wright declared.
"The noodles or the tea, sir?" The waiter wanted to confirm.
"Tea." Wright said with a forced smile. The waiter nodded and left.
"I didn't think you liked tea, Wright." Miles took a napkin and dusted some of the crumbs off his side of the table.
"Well you drink it so much, I just want to see what all the fuss is about." Wright smiled at him.
"Well I don't." Maya crinkled her nose. "It smells really good, but it's too bitter."
"You're thinking of green tea, Maya." Wright informed her.
"What's the difference?"
"Well green tea is green." Wright shrugged.
"The leaves for green tea aren't fermented when they're dried." Miles corrected him.
"Fermented? You mean like wine?" Maya asked.
"The term fermentation when applied to tea is something of a misnomer." Miles tapped the side of his nose. "It actually refers to how much tea is permitted to undergo enzymatic oxidation by allowing the freshly picked leaves to dry until you use means like pan frying or steaming before they are completely desiccated. For example, I enjoy a black tea, which is fully fermented, as opposed to what you've probably had which was likely only 10% fermented. I'm inclined to believe it was a Jasmine Tea, which is really just pouchong scented with jasmine petals, since you referred to the pleasant smell." Miles got a few blinks out of that one. "No, not like wine." He sighed.
"Oh." Maya replied. "Oh yay! Noodles!" She clapped as the waiter set them down in front of her. Then the men got their tea. Maya leaned over to eye Nick's cup.
"What?" He put his hand over it so her hair wouldn't fall in.
"Can I try it?" She asked.
"You just said you don't like tea."
"Well yes, but Mr. Edgeworth says it's not like the tea I had."
"I said that!"
"Can I try it? Please?"
"Why don't you ask if you can try some of Edgeworth's?"
"Because he won't share."
"Oh fine." Wright gave in and pushed the cup toward her.
"Yay!" Maya clapped, lifted the cup to her mouth, and took a big gulp. Then her face scrunched up. "It's bitter." She declared.
"Well that's because I didn't put any sugar in it yet." Wright smirked.
"Why didn't you tell me that?!" Maya huffed.
"Because this was more fun." He leaned in so he could smile smugly in her face. Maya angrily stuffed some noodles in her mouth to get the taste out.
Miles grinned behind his cup as Wright spooned sugar into his remaining tea. He'd never really seen Wright smile with such arrogance before. Was this bitter sense of humor something he'd developed while Miles was away? Or had he simply just never noticed it before? No, Wright was definitely a different man from the one he'd met again three years ago. His heart may have still been soft, but his skin had certainly thickened. Possibly from all the beatings the man seemed to endure.

Maya had shifted from eating her noodles angrily to eating them happily, and in the silence Wright's mood dipped in parallel. Whatever thought he had running through his head seemed to be plaguing him. Miles was intrigued. The idea that perhaps his childhood friend had actually gained maturity and depth over the years was one he'd been toying with since he saw him force his way back onto a crime scene with a fever high enough to melt the snow off anything he walked by. Not only show up, but also do his job, and do it well. The look on Wright's face at that moment only confirmed these thoughts.
"Is something troubling you, Wright?" Miles felt himself compelled to ask, though he did so only seconds before drinking the tea that had been hovering in front of his lips for some time. Maya looked up from her noodles with wide eyes cast at Wright. When he noticed them he put on a smile.
"I was just thinking that I should have ordered the noodles." He replied. It was a blatant lie, but apparently not blatant enough for Maya to see. She returned happily to her noodles. This must have been what the late Ms. Fey meant by Wright needing a friend. He couldn't very well let his subordinates know what was going on in that thick skull of his, nor could he turn to his only other friend Larry, who had the equivalent maturity of a gawky teenager.
"You know, Wright." Miles set his empty teacup onto its saucer. There was a light smile on his face, but his eyes never really left the table as he spoke. "I was thinking we should have dinner tonight. There is a nice little Italian place that I've always meant to try, but never really had the time."
"What, really?" Wright wasn't the only person at the table who was stunned. Maya choked on her mouthful of noodles. "Uh, okay, sure." Even though Miles wasn't looking up he could tell Wright was eyeing him suspiciously.
"Great, how does eight o'clock grab you?" Miles got up from the table and fished out his wallet.
"Fine." Wright still seemed to be a bit stunned. He didn't even protest when Miles tossed a few dollars onto the table for his tea. Nor did Wright bother saying goodbye to him as he left.

Most of Miles' day was spent in his hotel room watching pay-per-view movies and avoiding Gumshoe. The man was like a big dumb dog; no matter how many times Miles kicked him he just wouldn't go away. He sighed, lied back in the bed, and promptly fell asleep. It was only an hour before he was supposed to meet Wright when he woke up again. He was spending a lot of his time asleep lately. Maybe it was his body trying to catch up on all those years of forced insomnia, which he'd probably still be having if not for Wright.
When he exited the hotel it was Wright waiting for him outside except for the expected Gumshoe. Miles was mildly relieved by this, but also a little confused. He knew that he wasn't late, which must mean Wright was early. Miles wasn't aware that Wright was capable of being early for anything.
"Anxious to eat, Wright?" Miles stuffed his hands into his coat pocket and the two walked together.
"It's eight, isn't it?" Wright looked down at his watch.
"No, it's seven." Miles corrected dully.
"Really?" He tapped the watch's face and shook his arm. "Oh, yeah. Daylight savings time. I always forget to set my watch."
"You haven't been in your office today?" Miles asked this with a mite more interest in his tone than he'd had before.
"No, after you left there was a murder across the street." Wright tucked his hands behind his head as they walked. "I just now got out of detention." His voice didn't have that same ring of excitement that he’d had when he first started this job. Time did have a habit of making things mundane, though, so this wasn’t surprising.
"Mmm." Miles responded, if only because it was expected of him to do so. To his mild astonishment Wright didn't continue the conversation on his own. They walked in total silence for some time before Wright spoke up again.
"You do know this isn't a date or anything, right?" Wright was trying to sound casual, but it wasn't working for him.
"Why would I think that?" Miles genuinely wondered.
"I don't know. It was sort of the way you just asked me out to dinner on a Saturday night. And you always kind of struck me as-" Wright stopped himself.
"As what?"
"Well, as some one that might…you know…prefer the company of men…" He added with a nervous smile. He even stopped walking. Miles, however, said nothing and continued. Wright had to rush to catch up with him. "Do you?"
"Do I what?" Miles feigned forgetfulness.
"Like guys."
"I don't see where that's any of your business."
"Oh, come on, Edgy." Wright prodded.
"Well there are really only two viable options here, aren't there? Either you're right, and I do prefer the company of a gentleman to that of a lady, or you're wrong and I'm relishing the day that I get to see you very surprised. Either way it's pretty obvious that I like watching you squirm under the weight of never really knowing for sure." Miles smirked and tapped the side of his nose.
"Edgeworth, you're an ass." Wright glowered at him.
"You can call me Miles you know." He declared.
"Yeah, and you can call me Phoenix." He retorted.
"Yes, I suppose I could."
And with that the conversation went dead for another minute or so.
"Well if you weren't…you know…asking me out." Wright started things up again. He sounded very uncomfortable with the idea he was proposing after that third pause. "Why did you invite me to dinner."
"You looked deeply troubled at lunch. I wanted to know why." Miles said simply.
"Really?" Wright was utterly surprised at the answer.
"Is it that foreign a concept that it didn't even cross your mind, Wright?" Miles almost sounded hurt.
"No. It's just the date thing seemed more likely…" Wright looked off to the side as his sentence trailed into silence. It was Miles that reined the conversation back in this time.
"I do consider us friends, Wright." He confirmed.
"Oh I know! It's just…well this is sort of weird. That's all." Wright stumbled. He really was trying to not be offensive. "You're not really…well you've never been…"
"No, I suppose not." Miles saved him.
The conversation died for the third time and it was another minute before Wright resurrected it.
"Hey, Edgeworth. You ever been in love?" The question came so out of he blue that Miles didn't have a quick response for it.
"Once." He finally replied.
"You ever lose her, only to find her again, but you can't do anything about it?" Wright fiddled with his thumb as he spoke, so his eyes were on that when Miles looked at him.
"In a different sense, perhaps. Why?"
"I'm not sure. I guess I thought that maybe you'd be able to tell me what to do about it." Wright looked dreamily up at the sky.
"And who may this lady in question be?" Miles lifted an eyebrow at the man.
"Well there are only three viable options, aren't there?" Wright smirked. "Maybe I just like watching you squirm under the weight of not knowing?"
"Touché, Wright." Miles actually had to laugh at this. He didn't get to laugh very often, but when he did it was uncharacteristically loud. The suddenness of it nearly made Wright jump out of his skin, but once it was in full swing he decided to join in. It took a while for the two to finish.
"I think we walked past that restaurant you were talking about." Wright pointed behind them with his thumb.
"Yes, it seems we have." Miles replied, but continued walking forward. Wright was right beside him.

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T&T Spoilers ahead!
Title: Surprise!
Rated: Teen
Focus: Miles Edgeworth
Influences: This picture.
Preface: I could have focused this one on Nick too, but Miles makes for a funnier ending.

"Ergh." Miles sat up in his bed. The knocking on his door was getting louder and faster. He looked over at the clock next to his bed and grumbled. "Three in the morning? Someone better have died." He stuffed his feet into a pair of powder pink slippers and shuffled to his front door. His grogginess was totally shattered when he saw the familiar frantic face on the other side. "Wright?"
"You have to hide me!" He grabbed Edgeworth by the collar of his silk pjs. Miles took a step inside and, since Wright was attached to his clothing, he was pull in as well. "Hey, are those Steel Samurai boxers?" Wright observed.
"They were a gift." Miles grumbled and pulled the spike haired menace's fingers off his shirt. It was already wrinkled from where the grip had been. "What exactly is it you're wanting to hide from at three in the morning?" He asked with a sigh as he closed his door.
"Three? Oh, sorry, Edgeworth. It's only six in the states." Wright gave him an apologetic smile. "Well I guess ten now since that flight was four hours long." Another question popped into Edgeworth's head.
"How did you find me?" He wandered over to his kitchen to make some tea. He just assumed Wright would follow him.
"Oh, Gumshoe told me." Wright answered.
"How does he keep finding me?" Miles grumbled. Wright shrugged, and though Miles wasn't facing him to see it he did hear it. Miles put the now filled kettle onto the stove and turned it on. With a click the flame rushed on and he slowly to turned it down to the appropriate size for boiling water. "So, what is it that you're hiding from?"
"Franziska." Wright sat on the kitchen counter.
"What did you do to make her angry this time, Wright?" Miles asked casually.
"I DON'T KNOW!" Wright burst. "One minute she's hitting me in the face with that whip and the next I know she just tackles me and starts dry humping." Miles went a little green when he heard that. Thanks to that last bit of the comment he went directly from shock to utterly ill.
"You know you could have stopped at tackle." He muttered.
"Yes, I probably could have." Wright smirked. Miles wanted to punch that stupid grin off his face, but he was much to mature for barbarics like that. The mental image of his sister on top of a very surprised Phoenix Wright both deeply disturbed and mildly amused him.
"And you don't think she'll look here?" Miles asked as his kettle whistled. He turned the heat off.
"Not for me." Wright replied. Miles poured the hot water into a cup and dipped a teabag in it. "How did you deal with it?" Wright asked.
"With what?" Miles asked as he stirred the tea until it was well blended, and took out the bag. He had the cup up to his mouth when Wright answered.
"With Franziska's advances?" Two more seconds and that hot liquid would have been up Miles' nose or sprayed from his mouth.
"I don't recall ever being...dry humped by my sister." Miles really wished he could think of a better word than that. He decided it might be best to not take a drink until this particular part of the conversation was over.
"Well she had that crazy obsession with you. I just sort of assumed she had a thing for you." Wright shrugged again.
"Oh? And how goes your relationship with that underage assistant of yours?"
"What relationship?"
"Well you tried to cross a burning bridge to assure her safety. I just assumed you had feelings for her."
"What? I just wanted to make sure she was okay!" Wright defended himself. "That doesn't mean I...oh, I see where you're going with this." Miles nodded and felt it was safe to drink his tea. He was mistaken. "I wonder if Franziska does that dominatrix thing." Miles choked.
"What?!" He said after a little sputtering.
"I can see it now. Breaking that whip out in the middle of-"
"That's my sister, Wright!" Miles thundered.
"Well she is pretty hot, and you're not actually related." Wright replied. "You can't tell me you've never even thought about it."
"I haven't!"
"Would you rather we talk about Gumshoe or something then? Because that would be kind of awkward for me." Wright replied. Miles got that urge to punch him again.
"No." Miles growled. Wright could sense he was getting much too close to the edge and decided to back off.
"Soooo. How about them Raiders, huh? Think they'll take a superbowl?" Wright changed the subject. "Yeah, I'm going to just crash on your couch for a while." He slipped off the counter. "I'm kind of jet lagged."
Miles glared at him while Wright left the kitchen. Then he grumpily went back to his tea.

The morning started off sort of pleasant until Miles remembered he had an unwanted house guest. Luckily Wright was still sleeping on his couch when he passed by on his way to work.

It was a pretty slow day at the office, which was nearly unheard off for Miles. It must have been because of his bad luck charm. He always had the worst days when that man was around.
"Hey, Edgy." Wright didn't bother to knock before he walked in. "Wow, nice office. Looks like they pay really well over here."
"Get out of my office, Wright." Miles grumbled as he looked over some papers.
"I just came by to take you out to lunch. You know, as thanks for letting me stay at your place." Wright ignored Miles' demand.
"I brought my own." Miles said flatly.
"Aw, but I made you this really nice spread back at your house. It's going to get cold."
"You went through my kitchen?" Miles glared up at him.
"Just a little." Wright's demonstrated how little by barely holding his index finger and thumb apart. Miles' palms slammed his desk as he got up.

"You had better not have burned anything down, Wright." Miles grumbled as he unlocked his front door. It swung open, he flipped on the light switch, and-
"SURPRISE!" A cluster of people jumped up from behind furniture. His living room was decorated in a lively manner with balloons and a big banner that said 'Happy Birthday, Miles!' in colorful letters.
"Happy birthday, pal!" Gumshoe stuck a pointy paper hat on Miles' head.
"What's going on here?" He couldn't help but ask.
"It's a surprise party." Wright said with a huge smile on his face. "For your birthday." Mile's eyes shifted over to Franziska who was currently cracking her whip at Larry for trying to draw her again.
"You're not concerned about my sister?" He asked a bit gravely.
"What? Oh that! I just made that up so I'd have a reason for coming over. See, we wanted to really surprise you, but first we'd have to get into your house. Then I figured I could-"
Miles punched Wright in the face.

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XD nice!
I really do have to get around to writing a fanfic :/

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You came a read it?


AWESOME!

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I fell off my bed reading the last one with laughter.

Now my knee hurts. Seriously, I'll be watching this.

Thanks! I had a blast writing that one too. I'm afraid I might have taken Nick out of character in some places, but the joke was certainly worth it.

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You probably did, but it makes the ending more realistic.

Nobody acts like themselves when acting.

That's true, and Nick never stuck me as a great improvisationalist.

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Title: Samurai Misconceptions
Rated: General
Focus: Apollo Justice
Influences: The ending to AJ.
Preface: If you've beaten it then you'll have a better idea of what's going on. If you haven't, you can still enjoy the story, just don't think too hard about it if you're really really intuitive.

It was such a long day. He could recount each separate thing of this long day, but that would take too much energy. All Apollo wanted to do now was sit on the couch and watch something mindless on TV. He perused the stacks upon stacks of samurai shows that encased the old television before deciding to select one at random. He put the DVD in and flopped back onto the couch. The theme for 'Oh no, Samurai-sensei!' flashed on the screen. From the intro Apollo could glean that it was about this man who was a teacher, but also secretly a samurai. He couldn't help but wonder why no one ever noticed this since he was clearly still in his samurai uniform as the teacher, only he had a set of glasses on.
"There you are!" Trucy fluttered into the room.
"Sorry." Apollo offered a meek smile. "I just needed to take a break."
"Oh! I love this one!" Trucy practically leaped onto the couch and landed right next to Apollo. It was sort of strange how he never really minded the girl's obvious lack of personal space.
"I don't get it." Apollo gestured to the screen. "How can they not tell it's him? His name is even Samurai-sensei."
"It's because of his magical identity obscuring glasses." Trucy explained. "See? When he walks by a window or a mirror his reflection looks totally normal."
"Well then why don't they just have him look normal when he's wearing them?"
"Because he's a samurai. Deep down that's who he will always be. It's symbolic."
"It's kind of stupid."
"You just don't have an appreciation for fine arts." Trucy pouted, but it only lasted for a second. "Maybe I should get some magical identity obscuring glasses for my show! By day, I am nothing more than a normal lawyer's assistant, but by night I am a great magician! People will be awed and mystified when I take them off and show my true form!"
"I don't know. I just can't picture you in anything but a cape and silk hat." Apollo tried to conjure the image in his mind, but got nothing.
"Well I would still have them on." Trucy replied.
"Wouldn't that defeat the purpose, though?"
"Magical identity obscuring glasses." Trucy repeated, as though Apollo didn't understand the concept.
"Right." He replied and decided to go back to watching the show.

"There…there's something I must tell you." Samurai-sensei looked longingly into the eyes of a woman that was quite obviously the show's villain the Golden Feather Samurai only in normal, yet still nauseatingly golden, clothes which Apollo was attributing to her own set of magical identity obscuring glasses. He hadn't quite figured out the deal with the feathers just yet. Apollo leaned over Trucy to snatch a bag of chips sitting beside her when suddenly he heard yelling.
"OBJECTION!" Phoenix snapped from the doorway. Apollo's hand gripped the chip bag just before the abrupt yelling, and as a result chips flew everywhere when he jumped.
"WHAT! WHAT!" Apollo shouted a bit squeakily as golden yellow crisps rained from the sky. Phoenix's big black eyes went from wide to sleepy and a smile crept onto his face.
"Nothing, carry on." He replied and wandered into another room. Trucy plucked a chip off Apollo's head and ate it.

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*hugs Sen*

The end made me laugh so hard, and I was laughing from the 'magic identity obscuring glasses.

Wait...

Yeah, I had a whole other set of dialogue I wanted to use in this story, but decided not to because of spoiler issues. I'll share with the class though in spoiler tags!

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*laughs harder*

That is absolutely brilliant. XD

Why thank yeh. I've been thinking about making a comic out of it, but I dunno if I can pull it off.

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With your GiMP troubles (O_o), I'd be careful with it. Maybe try most of it on MSPaint, add the boxes on GiMP, then text on Paint? n_n

Ugh, that'd end up taking forever. I like my transparencies.

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I know ><;

*shakes fist at GiMP memory hog*

I could try making it out of my little circle deals, but I'm not sure how well that'd work either.

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Mm.

How long does it take on average to create a panel (I mean to assemble it.)

It depends on just what is involved in each panel. Most of the work goes in making the props and poses than anything else.

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I know what you mean.

The only thing I can suggest is maybe removing the sheets/crap you don't need, to be honest. Maybe getting a Photobucket/Freewebs and putting all your stuff on there =/

Memory and virtual memory aren't sort of like second cousins as far as relation. Some programs, regardless of disc space, take chunks of virtual memory to run. The longer it runs the more memory it takes up. Firefox being one of the biggest hoggers of this memory, GiMP coming in at a close second. Now I can run GiMP for longer if I don't leave a firefox window open, but after a while GiMP takes up too much for my old girl to handle and I have to shut it down. This just adds a step to my process, really, but makes it hell to write comics since I tend to write the dialogue while I'm making it. I need to get into the habit of writing it in winword, but when I started making the comics I was trying to figure out the quickest way to do it while still maintaining quality. *sigh* Apparently that method needs to be reworked. I haven't been able to make a sprite comic yet that doesn't crash and become corrupted to the point I can't edit it anymore. There's only a certain amount of times you can try to make the same bloody page without abandoning hope.

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Oh, sorry ^^;;

I can only write something long (2+ pages) once well. Every version afterwards gets shorter and worse =/ And I'll have one crack at editing a sprite. If it isn't going well, I'll stop making it =/ If it goes well, I'll expand on it.

[stops rambling] There was a MG fanfic?

Once upon a time I'd planned to keep up with a fiction form of the story, but it took extra work and there wasn't enough interest to keep it going.

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CONTAINS MAJORAL APOLLO JUSTICE SPOILERS!
Title: Hobo Thoughts
Rated: General
Focus: Phoenix Wright
Influences: Turnabout Justice - The AJ RP
Preface: This is the RP sample I whipped up to apply for Nick in Ms. Mo's AJ RP. I rather liked it so I thought I'd share.

How long had it been since it rained last? Phoenix couldn't really remember, but it felt much too long. The perpetually sunny San Fran weather was nice and all, but the rhythmic pattering of helped him think more clearly. He wriggled the bottle of wine in his hand and let his mind run freely through the drops. He would probably have to dig up another suit now that he had a real job again. Which was a shame since he'd grown rather accustomed to not having to wear one every day. And of course no suit would look right so long as he wore his precious hat. Phoenix sighed and took a sip of the tart wine. He would probably have to start shaving more regularly again too. Months worth of attempting to grow a beard had failed so there was really no point in leaving it stubbly. Well...maybe just one more month. Phoenix rubbed his hairy chin. Something might just come in.
Phoenix pulled away from his fixated gaze outside the cracked window and watched the red clad Apollo breath softly with his face pressed against some rather important documents. Phoenix smiled. He couldn't even recall the countless times he'd fallen asleep in that same position. He got up stiffly from the bench and walked silently over to the couch. He grabbed a balled up blanket and wandered over to drape it along Apollo's back. Trucy would probably be in shortly to wake him up and make him go home anyway, but Nick had always gotten a mild joy out of realizing there was a blanket on him when he fell asleep at the office and knowing that someone had cared enough to put it there.
Sleep did sound rather good at the moment. Phoenix walked back over to his bench and lay down much like before. Then he drifted off to the sound of the rain.

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http://forums.court-records.net/viewtopic.php?f=11&t=5623&start=0
Blake Barker was a series of shorts surrounding a random custom PW character.

http://forums.court-records.net/viewtopic.php?f=11&t=6569&start=0
Another dropped project Muto Fati. It was an interesting concept and all, but I have just about enough time now to write to my own original story. So fanworks had to go down the tuber.

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All the fanfics you`ve wrote here are very funny almost to fall of my chair and the last one was... um I`m not pretty sure but it was kind of weird cause it said something about "majoral spoilers" but I couldn`t see any.

Well anyway I laughed so much with all the stuff you just posted here that maybe I find enough inspiration to write a fanfic myself. Now that I think about it it may be a problem cause of my crappy english (I speak spanish). Well maybe if I manage to control my fear of writing like a 5 year old with no hands I`ll do it. Creepy.

Well I better shut up. Good work.

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