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Need some guns? You've come to right place. Heavily Forte-fied offers a huge stockpile of high-powered, even illegal, "street sweepers", black market weaponry, and highly rare Lost Technology, straight from the Transaval Military weapons storage. These, and the rock-bottom prices of all of the weapons here, make this place a popular destination for avid gun collectors from all over the world. Just don't get shot by the sexy, big-breasted weapons freak who owns the shop.

[comes from "Unlimited Blade Works"]

Sorce enters the shop, the memory of the expenses from the sword shop a thankfully blurred memory. He looked around. "Whoa, I was looking for these things!" he said, gravitating towards a rack of... "Gunblades! THIS is where they keep the gunblades!"

Starry-eyed, he took down what he the label said as a Lionheart model ("Perfect for killing Time Compressing Super-Sorceresses. A must for any scar-faced SeeD! Unlike other wimpy models, this actually shoots people! Manufactures it's own Pulse Ammo!"). For some reason, a ring had been slipped onto the chain at it's butt. Holding it cautiously, he pulled it out of it's sheath. "Nice..." he said, wondering if they had a firing range to test this thing. The label said that, unlike other wimpy models, this could actually shoot people...

[hey, Mental, remember the Raikiri Triken Effect?]

[two words: POSSESSED GUN!]

A couple of racks down, Sorce just had to stop and stare. "Oh wow..."

It was big. It was technically cross-shaped. It was like one big barrel. It was in a red box with picture of a long-haired vampire-look-alike wearing a long red cape, long hair and a red head-band (Death Penalty. The only gun I trust to shoot holes in Omega...). It said "As Seen On Dirge Of Cerberus". It was a GUN!

"Mine!" Sorce cried, grabbing the weapon before anyone else could.

[imagine if you, say, buy a Walther PPK and get possessed by 007...]

The owner of the store practically went 'cha-ching!' as Falconer and Sorce fondled the guns.

Sorce managed to beat Falconer to the cash register, putting down the Death Penalty and the Lionheart Gunblade on the counter. "Ring them in please!" he said, smiling widely.

Three seconds later, he was passed out unconscious on the floor from the price of the guns.

Sorce slowly regained consciousness.

"Cheap..." he muttered. "They're so cheap..."

He's eyes snapped open, and he sat bolt upright, startling Falconer and Forte, who had both been leaning over him. "I didn't dream it, did I?" he said desperately. "Those guns DO only cost..."

He saw the readout out for his stuff. "So it wasn't a dream! I can actually afford these guns without having to stop my research for a year! Halleluhiah! But... why's it so cheap compared to the sword shop?"

Forte rolled her eyes. "Oh, you bought from that trash can? Swords aren't really my thing but apparently, it's so expensive because most of the stuff is really magical and need rare-ingredients. The guy who makes them supposedly needs to have sex with a virgin before he came make a magic weapon, and you KNOW how rare one of those are..."

"Ahh..." Sorce and Falconer nodded in understanding.

There was a moment of peace.

"GUNS!" Sorce cried, grabbing the guns he'd bought and dropping enough money to cover it, with change to spare. On impulse, he grabbed the owner of the sore and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss...

Skipping like a kid at Christmas, Sorce left the store...

[exits to somewhere...]

The two F's stare at him as he leaves.

"And people say I'm crazy..." Falconer said.

Forte touched her lips. "Gotta like his enthusiasm..."

A few minutes later, Falconer was on a bench somewhere, looking like he was in deep thought. Minutes later he spoke.

"So, you're...the spirit of Wolfwood?"

That would be correct.

"How does that work? Aren't you currently meant to be working at that Dojo?"

Explaining it would result in a paradox that could destroy the fabric of the universe itself

"Seriously?"

There was a pause.

"...know where I could find the spirit of Phoenix Wright?"

What?

"Fine, fine that's asking for a little too much...maybe Apollo Justice?"

H-hey! What about me?

"Oh you're cool and all, but come on? Are you Phoenix Wright COOL?"

...yes?

"Uh-huh. There's gotta be an item around here that has relation to Wright or Justice..."

You do realize on the outside, it appears that you're talking to yourself?

"...I care not."

(exits in search of something Phoenix Wright or Apollo Justice related.)

A faint male voice suddenly pierced through the silence. Luckily, Unlimited Blade Works wasn't far from the other weapons shop which still made it possible for the girl to hear the voice.

"Ren-san! Ren-san, please wait! Bring Falconer-sensei's body here, and hurry!"