#phoenix’s plan to get revenge/recover his badge/expose kristoph just FLOPPED

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“Dr. Justice now,” he corrected, walking a few steps beats while looking down at a clipboard. Apollo tapped his pen against the clipboard absently as he read.

“Right. Lovely,” he said after a moment and looked up at Kristoph. One seat… Hm. Beside Apollo (and infront of Kristoph) there was a singular bed bolted to the wall. He smoothed out a spot on the edge of the already perfectly made bed. “You don’t mind if I take a seat, do you?.. I’m sure you can guess why I’m here, based on your last psychiatrist quitting...” Apollo’s eyes flicked to the chart and then back up. “...yesterday.”

He silently noted the cell’s appearance, covered with beautiful decor: there was a multi-thousand dollar chair, bookshelf filled to the brim, and even a peculiar bottle of nail polish.

For now, Apollo maintained a well-practiced air of professionalism, standing tall. Yet, his voice was slightly hoarse, likely from some Chords of Steel practice. He even had that gaudy bracelet he had told Kristoph his mother left for him. Undoubtedly, this was Apollo Justice, even if he was 29 now. Kristoph wondered if the same things he did from before would make the new Dr. Justice crack. Well, there’s only one way to find out. After all, how many opportunities would he have the test his ex-protege?

(I hear you’re willing to do post turnabout trump roleplays.. I’ve had this au idea brewing for a couple days. it basically messes with canon entirely lmao. the concept is inspired by a fic [ “The R*pist” on ao3] I began a while back)

Five years. It had been five fucking years since Kristoph Gavin was convicted for the murder of Shadi Smith. No new information has come to light about the case since.

Kristoph had heard that both Mishams had passed away four years prior, from Atroquinine poisoning.. as according to plan. Yet, he hasn’t heard anything of his protege, his legacy, Apollo Justice—not even a rumor.

Initially, Kristoph was supposed to face execution. However, thanks to some overly-sympathetic hippies, he merely got a life sentence for taking a life. Ironic, no? Since Kristoph would be a permanent resident in this prison, they began attempting rehabilitation and to integrate him into the general population through therapy. It was also important to determine his motives, real or fake, for the records.

Thus, he had been seeing a variety of psychiatrists lately assigned by the prison. A couple quit their jobs and others requested to be moved to another prison. None of them interested Kristoph much.. till one did.

Walking down the hall, Dr. Justice found himself with a new career. He abandoned law, in favor of psychology—Apollo just could go back after he knew everything he learnt about law was from a murderer. Who knows what other crimes he committed? The guard outside let him in without issue, saying, “Have a nice day, Mr. Justice.”

“You too,” he murmured. He looked different, spiky bangs laid down over his forehead and donning a medical coat over a pair of black dress pants and a white dress shirt, wearing a blue tie. Apollo exhaled before turning to face Kristoph, who was seated. “Mr. Gavin.”

(OOC: THIS IDEA IS SO COOL WHATT)

Kristoph wasn't very interested in the psychiatrists assigned to him. He was not fond of them whatsoever and felt no need to cooperate with them at the end of the day. Well, that was until Apollo had entered the room, facing him and looking much different than he used to. His overall aura and appearance had changed completely, something that intrigued Kristoph moreso than anyone else around him in these past few years did.

In all truth, he did not believe Apollo would 'fix him' either. He really didn't. Kristoph had long accepted the fact that he was... different from everybody else. Better than them, but still different. They couldn't understand his desire to be perfect, his constant need to control situations and even people, all for the sake of a reputation that was long ruined. Though he did not have any intention of showing signs of insanity, he could indulge Apollo's inquiries a little longer.

So, he simply smiled at his old protegé, tilting his head in an almost innocent manner. His smile had not changed the past few years whatsoever.

"Mr. Justice. What a pleasure it is to see you. You've grown."

As a person and in height, Kristoph noted, but the latter part wasn't changed all too much. Obviously, though, he would hold his tongue and not say that aloud.