Objection!

Jun. 20th, 2007 12:54 pm
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On Saturday I finished the first Phoenix Wright game. Luckily I had the foresight to have already bought game two so I was all set to jump back in the game. And last night I just finished case one (the get-your-feet-wet-tutorial level) of the second game.

The games are really re-releases of the old Japanese GBA games. And on the first game they threw in a new case as a lure to get people to buy it over again. And that one had a lot of DS specific touches that were really awesome. (The fingerprinting technique continues to boggle my mind and made my parents both go O_O) I had a blast with that case, and it's a little disappointing to go back to GBA level stuff in the second game. However, I have to say that the way they handled the tutorial level in the second game was really clever. It managed to avoid that problem in most sequel games where you want to say, "Wait a minute, why do I only have 12 hitpoints? And what happened to my Uber-Sword?" (Not that you get an uber-sword in the first game, since you play a lawyer after all.)

My problem is that this game easily triggered all my fangirl buttons, but after a brief swim through the livejournal comms, the pit of voles and other spots on the internet I have discovered that this fandom is far from Exécutif if you know what I mean. Anyone know any places for swanky fangirling for this series? My inner fangirl needs STUFF.

In other, non video game related news, uh....actually I have none. I am very boring. I will try and get to the last two days of London goodness, but I need to get at Photoshop or an oekaki or something to illustrate a point. And once I'm home from work I tend to just play more PW. ^^;;

Date: 2007-06-20 09:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flidgetjerome.livejournal.com
Not that you get an uber-sword in the first game, since you play a lawyer after all.

On the other hand, this is Phoenix Wright. Why don't you get an uber sword?

Date: 2007-06-21 08:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flidgetjerome.livejournal.com
RIGHT! We couldn't locate the com where she had originally found the drabbles but they were preserved in our chat log so, courtesy of [livejournal.com profile] voodoobob;

Date: 2007-06-21 08:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flidgetjerome.livejournal.com
(Ema POV)

"There was something...different about Mister Wright, she'd noticed.

It wasn't his suit - that was the same navy blue, with the same stark-red tie. It wasn't his hair - still as spiky as ever, and he was proud of it. It wasn't his badge - which was still displayed fastened to his coat lapel, and guarded like a hawk.

Note to self, she scribbled; trying to inspect the funny-shaped gem in Mister Wright's pocket promotes poor results. She chewed at the end of her pencil, thoughtfully.

There was something different about him.

Maybe it was the way he was just standing there, nonchalant, in the court lobby, kissing Edgeworth. But she couldn't tell for sure."

Date: 2007-06-21 08:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flidgetjerome.livejournal.com
" He hated his alarm clock for not waking him up.

He hated his shower, for not getting warm quickly.

He hated his hair, for not drying fast enough.

He hated the buses, for never being properly on time.

He hated the bailiff, for admonishing him for being even five minutes late.

But most of all, he hated the knowing grin on Edgeworth's face when he dragged himself into the courtroom, still clasping the cup of over-sweetened, mass-marketed coffee that Maya had bought for him in one hand and his briefcase in the other, and moved to spread his paperwork across his podium.

That was the last time, he swore, the prosecutor was allowed over before a trial."

Date: 2007-06-21 08:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flidgetjerome.livejournal.com
"Edgeworth's coat was draped over his chair, his cravat tossed idly to his desktop, his vest unbuttoned, his shirt halfway untucked.

Wright was pressing the prosecutor's slender back against the hardwood desk in the twelfth-floor office, his tie loose, his shirt partially undone, his breaths heavy.

Their stomachs were pressed flat together, arms intertwined. There were tender pink marks dappling the ashen-haired man's bared neck. Phoenix had an ironically guilty grin across his lips.

"And that, detective, is why you should always knock," Miles was saying, disturbingly nonchalant. "Now get out of my office."

Gumshoe thought, as he turned to leave, that bleaching his eyes tonight was the best idea he'd ever come up with."

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