There is a nation called...Mollasia...
A micro-nation to be precise.
Located in Nevada...just at the coast of America...or are we in Japan? It's hard to tell where we are anymore.
A small spec of land...1.3 acres to be exact.
Some strange loophole considers this to be a nation nontheless.

Even though the foolish 'president', 'Shu Takumi', tries all as he might to deny the fact that this is a home away from home and not a micro-nation...but he fails...

For the most part...Mollasia is one humble, simple, gentle land. A land not meaning to interfere with any affairs with any other country.
Not exposed to money, power...and war.

This is where I come in...

The morning sun gracefully arose from it's 12 hour slumber, and ready to shine it's rays of light as a beautiful greeting on the land of Mollasia.
President Shu Takumi couldn't be happier!
A breathtaking country landscape to gaze upon, cloudless skies, plenty of fresh air..and no Yamazaki to butcher his greatest works.
Coming here was a really good choice, now he can work on his latest creation in peace...

Ghost Trick 2.

Takumi swiftly raised both of his arms up in front of him the same way a zombie traditionally would and began to slowly clench and un-clench his fingers for approximate one minute. Okay, warm-ups out of the way...it's time to get to the serious business.

Unfortunately the doorbell ringing interrupted his just began trance into "the zone".
What kind of person wants to come out to a micro-nation in the middle of nowhere?
Begrudgingly, President Takumi had to heave his body all the way to the front door and quickly opened it(while also being slightly irritated).
Man what greeted him at the front porch was not the least bit what he expected?

A man with a regularly slim build calmly stood there; he was clad in full purple, a golden drill was attached to his head like it was some dumb hairstyle, his eyes were closed behind this thin rimmed glasses;he used this to add to the calm smile of a sticker upon his face.

"Hello! I am Kristoph Gavin. I am...or rather was a district defense attorney." Takumi's face was painted in an ever blank expression. "You maybe wondering why I am here. Well that is an easy answer. It has to my attention that you are a complete idiot who doesn't bother stretching this nation beyond an acre of land; and it's because of this fact that me and all of my lawyer friends are going to invade you."

This fact didn't even bother piercing Takumi's uninterested gaze. "Don't seem convinced? Well, I have plenty of friends;" 80% of them my biggest enemies. "Who have the the ability and potential to invade this acre of land. Because as I kept stating earlier; we are an army..and you are...just you. So I am generous enough to give you 10 minutes to pack up your things...and lack for a better word..." Kristoph's eyelids slowly opened, revealing a sinister gaze piercing the hearts and souls of many as his cheeky grin twisted into that of a psychotic child torturing a family of ants with a magnifying glass. "Piss...off."

For some unfathomable reason...Takumi has managed to keep a miraculously sane, bored and overall...blank face for the whole entire time. He didn't even bother saying a word as he quickly slammed the door in Kristoph's deranged looking face.

Kristoph's smile morphed into a terrifying scowl before climbing out as a scoff. Takumi's actions were clearly an act of defiance against Kristoph's attempt to invade.
He should've known it wouldn't be this easy to take over this acre of land.
The easy way out didn't succeed. It is now time to finally put away the mister nice guy attitude away once and for all...and call...them for the invasion.

Why do they always want to do this the hard way?

Kristoph sat there in his hotel room that he himself booked that was around a few miles from Mollosia.
The room itself was medium large and was dimly lit aside from the four computer monitors that all showed ever single thread of information about Mollasia.
Thank the capcom execs for posting all this for Kristoph to see.
Kristoph always secretly wanted to have the power to rule a nation since he was a small child, playing king of a castle in a card board fort, always seeing how politics are doing on the news it plants the seed in his mind to rule the world one day and have all that power...unfortunately he grew out of his childish illusions and decided to do something meaningful with all his the outstanding grades he got...and became a lawyer...it was all thanks to Grossberg! But forget him!
Ever since he was convicted...again...he stumbled upon Mollosia while aimlessly surfing the web...needless to say that it returned his delusions to own his own nation...then the world...and probably pudding. He may even confess to jacking off at his first look at that website all about Mollosia!...on second thought...probably not. It is now finally time...to call the troops.

Kristoph swiftly switched on his I-phone and dialled up all the numbers on his list. He put the device up to his ears's waiting for the receiver to pick up.

WRIGHT ANYTHING AGENCY

The familiar ring-tone of the Steel Samurai theme echoed throughout the sole room of the Anything Agency. Phoenix was a little held up by the huge skyscraper of paper work that was welded into his wooden desk that he had asked his adoptive daughter, Trucy Wright, to answer the phone call instead.

"Hello? Wright Anything Agency!" The performing magician exclaimed, putting the receiver to her ear. "Defending you like it's nutting baby!"

"It's time..." A mysterious raspy voice echoed dramatically in Trucy's eardrum, leaving the confused magician hanging as he...hung up.

"Trucy who was it?" Phoenix asked looking up from his stacks of paper work.

"I don't know, daddy," All Trucy did was shrug after saying that. "Maybe they just wanted to know the time..."

JUSTICE LAW AGENCY

Apollo Justice sat lonesome in his vast empty office; staring at the greenish-grey ceiling that he repainted not too long ago when he took over the Shahdmadhi law office.
Everyone else has gone out to the Khura'in bazaar to celebrate Princess Rayfa's coronation as queen...Apollo decided to stay at the office...something about this day..felt off...like something was gonna suck him into another crazy adventure...man did he miss the chaos of the Wright Anything Agency...

The silence was sort lived as it was livened up by the Guitar Serenade ringtone on his phone...better to answer it sometime this century.

"Hello? Justice law agency de-" Before he was able to finish his sentence...a somehow familiar raspy voice answered.

"It's time..."

"um...hello?" as much as Apollo tried to get a solid answer out of the caller...but the person on the other end hung up the phone...leaving Apollo with a confused expression on his face.

PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE

Chief Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth was looking over some files on his desk, there seems to be some more corrupt prosecutors he has to fire from the office...but there seems to be a lot more prosecutor's in training that want to find the truth apposed to win records and money...he likes that in the youth of today...it made him smile a genuine smile.
It's a shame such a rare occasion was cut off by the Steel Samurai ringtone on his phone.

"Hello? This is Miles Edgeworth, Chief-" And yet again...this person cut him off from his train of speech.

"It's time..." The person hung up before anymore was to be spoken.

CRIMINAL AFFAIRS

Unlike all the other phones we came across, this one has no ringtone...that's because the owner likes to keep it simple and let it vibrate instead...those ringtones are a little annoying sometimes...sometimes.

"Hello? Who's speaking?" A gruff voice barked when speaking from the receiver.

"It's time..." And with that, the line got cut, leaving the newly promoted detective...a little bit...confused...so confused he forgot the guy on the other end hung up!

"Did you just wanted to know the time...pal?"

KHURA'IN BAZAAR

The Bazaar in Khura'in was packed! Almost everyone involved with the royal family were there...too bad Datz left for a poo break.
Anyhow...it was at this time where our little Kristoph made his next phone call...to several people at the same time...

"Hello? This is Ahlbi Ur'gaid,"

"Hello? This is Ema Skye,"

"Hello? This is Princess Rayfa,"

"Hello? This is Nahyuta Shahdmadhi,"

"It's time..." And with that all four callers were left confused at the strange message that they were left with...and so began to call one detectoive who can solve this 'prank call'...if it is one...that is.

PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE...AGAIN

"It's ti- oh wait...I forgot to..." Damn it Kristoph! You are supposed to let them say hello before you say that.

"Okay who in the bloody hell is speaking?" Roared the vicious voice of the awoken from long slumber Simon Blackquill."

"It's time..." Kristoph quietly squeaked, he is normally afraid of no man...but that thing it scares him...even worse than...Oldbag did to any handsome, young lawyer...he quickly shuddered at the thought.

"Time for what?" And with a little yelp, he quickly hung up before Blackquill could shoehorn more of his British-ness...and his...Weaboo-ness...Kristoph two worst enemies..."Bloody hell..."

ZENG FA

"Hello? This is Shi-Long Lang" Lang answered holding up a pink...or was it light-ish red? Phone up to his ear as he began to answer the call...unfortunately a little whip happy German was a bit too whip happy for the Interpol agent to use her phone for a call that was presumable for her.

"Gimme that you foolish fool! You don't know what you are doing with my precious phone! AND DON'T TREAT IT AS YOUR'S!" Why oh why did she bother lending that stupid wolf like Interpol agent her own phone when his got soaked in the rain?

"Woah woah, hold on sister...don't attack me just because-" But before he began to defend himself, the caller began to speak his mysterious message.

"It's time..."

GAVVINER'S CONCERT

Ah, another concert for the beautiful Fraulein's done, he always enjoyed giving the hope of justice to other's in song form...it's a little sad it was only done just this one more time...well what's done is done! It is finally time to get back into being the 'friendly' prosecutor...well a ringing phone is the only obstacle in his way.

"Ja? This is Klavier Gavin." He answered, the poor fool didn't know who it might be on the other end.

"It's time...bruder..." The voice and words hit the poor ex-rockstar hard in the gut...it's as if he was puched by a fucking ghost that punches things...and maybe stops time...

"Kristoph?" Before he could get all the asnwers he needs...the line went dead. Klavier sighed and muttered under his breathe..."Fuck you too bruder..."

THE OFFICE OF LUKE ATMEY

Luke Atmey was in his office, a pile of email's building up in his office; after reading each and every one of them...Luke got up from his computer and slowly walked over to the red silk curtain in his office as he drew it to reveal the city of LA...or more or less a single street of LA...but that doesn't add for that better affect when put like that...not for great detective Atmey's taste.

"There has been mysterious messages all around the world...which 'targeted' specific people...very few people...very few specific people..." The mad detective mumbled as he closed the curtain again and wondered of from it "I wonder if I will get one myself..."

Just at that exact moment, his fabulous ringtone gone off...who could this be? Could it be...him? Nah, why would it be the great Atmey?

"It's time..." The message sent a shiver of pleasure down Atmey's spine, this is his chance, he can get answers, he can find out who this person is and why he is doing this! Yes! Yes! He can be on the headlines! He can finally escape from the jail cell that he asked to be refurbished to look like his old office! Window streets and all! Yes! Yes! Now he must NEVER miss this spectacular chance!

"ZAVARI! SHOW YOURSLEF!" But his majestic plea did no good as the caller hung up leaving Atmey for dust. "He hung up on me..."

Atmey rushed back to his computer...he missed his goddamn chance! HIS GODDAMN CHANCE! Might as well do the next best thing and give his clients advice to deal with the culprit...call him back and ask why...
The biggest downside to this case is that it won't put him anywhere in the papers...
Probably call him back and tell the guy the time...

Ah...after making dozens of more 'it's time' calls, Kristoph finally put his device down. All the troupes are rounded up, time to relax and wait for them to arrive.
Guess it's time for some coffee.
But it was short lived as he quickly got a response as his phone's ringtone started booming.

"Hello?" A familiar twang of German accent bitch slapped Kristoph in the gut...what is Klavier doing calling him back? What's he asking for when the take down of Mollosia is happening? "What's this 'it's time' thing you are talking about bruder? As if I'm supposed to know it..."

A long, awkward pause transpired between the two brothers...until Kristoph finally broke the silence with a simple question...

"What?"

TO BE CONTINUED