//------------------------------// // The Powers of Stage Magic // Story: Dashie Wright: Competent Co-Counsel // by Terabyte West //------------------------------// October 15, 2016 Detention Center 6:00 PM OH SWEET EVERYTHING WHAT THE HECK. Rainbow wanted to scream upon the actor entering the area. What Rainbow expected to see was some big, handsome, muscular guy with a great personality, a nice hairdo, and a heavy degree of intelligence. What she got was some dude with a lot of facial hair and hair that was literally so unkempt, the only difference between his and Daddy's was that Daddy had an excuse in that it was gelled. This guy looked like he just woke up, with a matching personality. "So... are you my state-appointed attorney?" "No," Phoenix responded. "A friend of mine who is also a massive fan is dragging me by my hair to defend you. At minimum, she will." "Which sucks on two fronts," Rainbow agreed, making herself known as she rose onto the table. "The hair should stay that way; he'll look like an anime protagonist!" Will Powers lightly chuckled in response before remembering his situation. "Right, murder accusation. Hm." "Look, Mr. Powers," Phoenix droned. "I'm going to be defending you no matter what, so if you don't want to hear a fangirl whining until you accept a fee until your acquittal, you might as well just accept me now." "I've seen that look several times." Will stalled, looking at Rainbow's cockeyed glare. "That's why I keep the mask on." "Am I getting hired or what?" Phoenix sighed. "$75 an hour?" Will proposed. "Twelve hundred a day." "One thousand." "Deal." Phoenix said, setting his fist on the glass, waiting for Will to do the same. Afterwards, Phoenix marked some areas on a packet, slid it and a pen under the window, allowing Will to see it: a very long agreement with a spot for a signature on the bottom after a short phrase. Abridged: I hereby accept Phoenix Wright as my attorney, and I shall pay any ensuing expenses that may arise from his services, counting his negotiated rate of $1,000 a day. X__________________________(1) Will scribbled his signature before rolling up the sheet and sliding it back under the window. "What do we do first?" Phoenix asked Rainbow, sticking the packet into his jacket. "We wait for Maya." Phoenix and Will stared at her. "She's the one who knows everything about the show; I've only known it for six weeks." Phoenix nodded in response, waving goodbye to his first client. October 15, 2016 Wright and Co. Offices 6:45 PM "What are we doing back here?" Phoenix asked, startled that Rainbow had dragged his bike back to the offices. "Odds are, me and Maya are going to be gushing a lot," Rainbow started. "so I want you to watch at least a few episodes to understand some of the stuff we might talk about." Rainbow turned back to Phoenix, remote control precariously balanced on her hoof. Phoenix only stared at it, trepidation screaming at him to turn back. "Alright. 3 episodes." Dammit, Phoenix! He chided himself. What sort of mess are you getting into? "Hmm." Phoenix hummed, the credits rolling on the last episode. "Not bad." Phoenix picked up his phone, dialing Maya to tell her he saw some of the show she watched, and it would probably help on the investigation. Unfortunately, it went over to dial tone. "Hi, this is Maya. I'm probably snoozing, watching Steel Samurai, or training. Leave a message and I'll t-t-y-l." Phoenix hung up before the tone could play, and turned to Rainbow. He shrugged his shoulders and walked out the door. October 16, 2016 Wright and Co. Offices 8:30 AM Maya waltzed into the offices, returning the key to its rightful location on top of the doorframe. "Nick, I'm ready to go!" She hollered, her greeting returned by no one. However, the clicker rested on the sofa with two sticky notes layered atop each other. Maya, Me and Dash decided to prepare for Halloween by getting our costumes. The TV is set to a Steel Samurai marathon. We should be back by 9:00. Phoenix. Confused, Maya pressed the power button, and sure enough, the titular Samurai was onscreen. She completely forgot about the absence of the attorney and the foal. October 16, 2016 Wright and Co. Offices 9:15 AM The door opened, Phoenix and Rainbow walking in, dressed in their costumes for no particular reason. Phoenix had let his hair down, which didn't look very natural, and on his head were a pair of horns that reminded Maya of candy corn. He wore glasses with red lenses, and on a solid black shirt was the symbol for Libra in teal. Clutched in his hand was a roll of what appeared to be gray face paint. Rainbow's getup was genuinely surprising. Maya would have considered her shape to limit her getup to dog costumes, but apparently there was a massive selection. She had on a pair of loose-fitting blue pants, cinched by a yellow martial arts belt. Around her hooves were felt paws, and clenched in her jaws were phony fangs. Hanging off her back was a soft-looking shirt with a design that, when worn, would give her a white underbelly. "Come on!" Rainbow whined. "You can do the voice! Show Maya!" Phoenix groaned, rubbing his throat, as if to show it hurt. "Last one." He promised. He cleared his throat, followed by the kind of voice Maya associated with leet-speak, "His honorable tyranny presiding." Maya broke down, cackling mad at the fact that Phoenix could do that. Phoenix, slightly irritated, snagged a comb off the desk, clearing out the bedhead he had in lieu of his traditional hair, and donned his shirt and jacket over his Halloween shirt. Rainbow nodded to Maya, spitting the fangs out and kicking off her paws. "You ready to go defend the Steel Samurai?" Maya was already at the door, head poking outside. "Let's go already!"