"Yeah, but how can anyone possibly relax?" It sounded like good advice on the surface, except for the fact Landel's wasn't exactly some kind of resort, even without the bloodthirsty zombies and cruel experiments. True, they had stuff for the 'patients' here to enjoy. The problem was that Apollo honestly didn't think he could bring himself to relax with the knowledge that night would fall, and he'd either be forced to stay in his room, or venture out and risk getting involved with the weird creatures that came out.
At least someone here could describe some part of this mess as "fun", though. Apollo understood it was a figure of speech, but no one would ever catch him using it, that was for sure.
"And then what would you use the technology for?" Apollo asked. He personally wouldn't have the know-how to even use it, much less understand how it worked. He imagined the prospect of selling that sort of information for big bucks would be appealing to a lot of people, but Apollo wanted nothing to do with it if he could avoid it.
When the man gave an introduction and extended his hand, Apollo promptly took it and delivered a firm shake. "And I'm Apollo Justice -- you can call me either Apollo or Justice if you like, whichever you prefer." So long as it was one of the two, and not, say, Polly, or Forehead, or Spike. "It's nice to meet you, sir."
A barista, though? With all the robots and Gods of the Universe and grim reapers hanging around here, that was the last thing he would have expected this Mr. Hanekoma to be. Apollo wondered if there was any rhyme or reason behind who Landel's targeted.
"It must be weird for you, being stuck in a place like this," he added. A lot of people here sounded like they belonged in a nut house. Sure, Haruno had been nice and sane, but for someone who couldn't have been any older than Trucy, she seemed strangely comfortable with the idea of having to fight off zombies and monsters, and, quite frankly, Apollo still wasn't sure what to think of that.
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At least someone here could describe some part of this mess as "fun", though. Apollo understood it was a figure of speech, but no one would ever catch him using it, that was for sure.
"And then what would you use the technology for?" Apollo asked. He personally wouldn't have the know-how to even use it, much less understand how it worked. He imagined the prospect of selling that sort of information for big bucks would be appealing to a lot of people, but Apollo wanted nothing to do with it if he could avoid it.
When the man gave an introduction and extended his hand, Apollo promptly took it and delivered a firm shake. "And I'm Apollo Justice -- you can call me either Apollo or Justice if you like, whichever you prefer." So long as it was one of the two, and not, say, Polly, or Forehead, or Spike. "It's nice to meet you, sir."
A barista, though? With all the robots and Gods of the Universe and grim reapers hanging around here, that was the last thing he would have expected this Mr. Hanekoma to be. Apollo wondered if there was any rhyme or reason behind who Landel's targeted.
"It must be weird for you, being stuck in a place like this," he added. A lot of people here sounded like they belonged in a nut house. Sure, Haruno had been nice and sane, but for someone who couldn't have been any older than Trucy, she seemed strangely comfortable with the idea of having to fight off zombies and monsters, and, quite frankly, Apollo still wasn't sure what to think of that.