"W-wait, Franziska-!?" Phoenix repeated back, blindsided by Apollo's suggestion. "Are you sure-!?"
"No." Apollo answered honestly. "But Prosecutor von Karma's the closest to us, and I don't think we have any time to waste. C'mon, Mr. Wright."
Without waiting, Apollo darted forward. Phoenix trailed behind, feeling incredibly unsure.
Moving forward beneath the gigantic bench, the pair headed for the expensive-looking set of boots owned by the famed prosecutor. Her legs were tight together, her feet flat to the lobby's floor.
Not wanting to risk being left behind, Apollo ran for the edge of the first available boot. "Not a lot of places to hold on to..." he mused nervously. Jumping, he scrambled onto the toe section of the boot. The leather wasn't easy to hold a grip on.
(Wish I'd gone with Athena or Trucy now...)
It was too late to change their minds now. Apollo gestured for Phoenix to follow, and they moved forward, onto the boot's slope.
"... How are we supposed to climb that...?" Phoenix asked aloud. Franziska's boot sloped upward at a sharp angle, and above, her legs stretched unbelievably far into the sky. The same dark-coloured leggings she'd always worn covered the two towering pillars.
Apollo took a breath. "Here, I'll help you, first."
Phoenix approached, and Apollo took position to get his employer a starting foothold on the slope before them.
"Just go slowly..." Apollo said. He was sweating. If Franziska moved now, they'd be thrown to the floor again. There was nothing to hold onto.
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