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An ear-splitting sound of structural damage echoed out from the small storage building as its two occupants finished outgrowing its capacity to hold them, and the huge, nude, and still-growing figures of Phoenix Wright and Franziska von Karma broke free, both pushing themselves off the ground with such force that they lost their balance, crashing down on opposite sides of the building's crumbling ruins. The immediate area shook, glass panes rattling and the odd loose object falling over.
Franziska groaned, instinctively raising a hand to her eyes at the harshness of the sunlight after so long in a dim, sealed room. She had landed uncomfortably, with one of her feet still resting in the room she'd just broken free of and the other lying amidst the rubble of one of its walls.
There had been an awful but mercifully brief space of time in which she and Phoenix Wright had become trapped, unable to move anywhere as their increasing size caused them to run out of space in the room, both struggling until the structure of the small building holding them gave way entirely.
The platinum-haired prosecutor shook dust and rubble out of her bangs, which had scattered messily across her face in her struggles. She looked up, feeling a pit of disbelief in her stomach at the knowledge that she had to be dozens of feet tall now at least. Just ahead of her sat Phoenix Wright, as naked as she was. She saw a fragment of a ceiling panel drop from one of his hair spikes, and her attention was drawn downward until she focused with a grimace on the extremely prominent erection he was sporting. Instantly a flare of anger burst to life inside of her. Her hands, slightly scratched from pushing through rubble, rose to once more; one covered her exposed breasts, and the other simply hovered in the air for a moment uncertainly. She settled on grabbing a broken fragment of the building to lightly throw it at Phoenix indignantly. It struck his chest and he gave a protesting yelp.
"I should give you such a lashing that whip leather will be the only thing you ever taste again...!" Franziska snapped. Once again she cursed the apparent theft of her whip.
"Me!?" Phoenix sputtered, meeting her glare with one of his own. His deeper voice echoed in a way that made Franziska finally register just where they were - all around them was a shipping yard, similar small buildings to the one they'd woken up in minutes ago lining their diminished surroundings. She didn't see any people, but they couldn't be far away, and no doubt she and Phoenix Wright had been noticed by someone by now.
Assuming they were still in Los Angeles, this shipping yard was most likely right by the coast, next to the water.
"You think I was making any of the decisions leading up to... whatever the hell's going on right now...!?" Phoenix said, his face visibly a bit red. For some reason Franziska wondered if the redness was anger or... something else. Perhaps something tied to the activity between his legs.
"You awoke before I did," she said, "surely you had time to investigate the room instead of hovering over me like some shameless lech!"
"Hovering-... I had no idea what was going on, and you could've been hurt!" Phoenix protested. "Very sorry, remind me to just leave you lying there the next time someone drugs and kidnaps us both!"
The anger bubbling up inside her was intensifying. Maybe it wasn't reasonable at all to blame Phoenix Wright for their situation, but doing so was easier than dealing with anything else about the situation, at least until something else changed.
Franziska was about to speak again, but suddenly became aware of just how much smaller the remains of the building now looked compared to right when they'd broken out of it. They were definitely both still growing even larger.
The sudden destruction of a storage building and accompanying appearance of a gigantic, nude man and woman in the shipping yard had not gone unnoticed. The two continued to bicker, their voices echoing all the way across the rooftops and storage containers dotting the compound. Actually approaching the arguing pair seemed a poor decision, and a minute or two longer passed by with no one disturbing them.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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