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Witches, Chapter 26: back in the courtroom, and everything’s coming up as a shitshow, which is honestly how it always goes. Welcome to hell, Athena.

The second trial day of Themis is one of my favorites because there’s both Blackquill being entirely done with everything, and him showing for the first time that he’s got a bit of a heart left. Good shit.

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Juniper sits on the lobby couch, her hands cradling a lone large sunflower that Athena brought her, watching Athena interrupt her pacing with jumping jacks. “Shouldn’t you take it easy, Thena?” she asks. She was rather green about ten minutes ago, but assured them that it was just the iron and stress of jail that left her that way, and that she would look properly human by the time she would stand before the judge and gallery. And in the elapsed time her skin has settled in its hue, if paler than she was yesterday, her fear still apparent.

Athena whirls around with a wild glint in her eyes. The tired bags beneath them accentuate her crazed appearance. “I’m taking it easy! I’m fine! I’ve gotta get - be - ready to go!” She jogs in place; she hasn’t had both feet on the floor since she arrived.

“Did you get enough sleep last night?” Apollo asks, knowing the answer is no.

“Sleep? Huh?” Athena finally stops moving. “Yeah, sleep! Yeah I totally sleep! I’m fine!”

She sounds like him on his worst days. “That’s not exactly what I asked,” he says. Juniper stares back down into the center of the sunflower. “Maybe let’s just drop it. We’re not inspiring much faith in our client.”

“No,” Juniper says. She looks up. “I have complete faith in you, Thena.”

“O-oh.” From Athena’s face, she’s wondering if that faith is warranted. Apollo will make sure that it is. For both the girls’ sakes.

“Guten Morgen.” All three of them jump. Klavier chuckles. “Ready to put on a show?”

“Do you have anything about the tape?” Apollo asks. Despite his best efforts, he had found himself wondering when this was all going to come crashing down - if somehow Prosecutor Blackquill would find out and put a stop to it, or if somehow it couldn’t even be proven that the tape was fabricated—

“And not even a ‘hello’ to start with!” Klavier says, still cheerily; he can’t really have expected anything else from Apollo, could he? There’s a trial starting in fifteen minutes and Apollo doesn’t know anymore who he thinks is the killer. “A bit rude, don’t you think? And nonetheless, I have a good-luck present to you both.”

“Guten Morgen, Prosecutor Gavin!” How did Apollo end up stuck with two people like this? Apollo’s probably more fluent in Khura’inese than they are in German (and for Athena, Spanish or Italian or French…), but he doesn’t go around flaunting it like he’s so worldly and cultured. (And he wouldn’t do that even if Khura’in wasn’t something he wishes he would forget.) “Do you have something for us?”

“Of course I do, Fräulein. I could hardly just leave one as lovely as yourself hanging, now could I?” Apollo rolls his eyes, hoping Klavier sees it. Klavier offers to Athena a small stack of papers. “There you are. A summary of the voiceprint analysis, proving that the voice in the tape is most assuredly, exactly the same clip as spoken in the mock trial.” Athena rifles through the pages. “You’ll also notice that there’s still analysis ongoing - hoping to discover what was originally on the tape before it was turned into fabricated evidence. It might give us some other clues, ja? But unfortunately we don’t know much more at this point than the length of the prior recording.”

“Well, maybe that could still help out, somehow,” Athena says. “Thank you! And—” She frowns. “Is this a second copy of the same thing? Wait, this one’s got more information about—”

“About the logistics of the analysis and who precisely down at the precinct was working it,” Klavier interrupts. “That packet is for Herr Samurai. I did not think you would appreciate me tipping your hand to him beforehand, but I imagined there might be more that Herr Prosecutor would like to know to be sure that you are not the ones inventing this wholecloth.”

Klavier made the same warning yesterday when they first discussed this. “Do you think he would?” Apollo asks. “Accuse us of that?”

“Hm.” Klavier considers the question for longer than Apollo would like, idly snapping his fingers. Athena retreats to the couch to discuss their new evidence with Juniper. “Truly, I do not imagine so. He plays a very threatening game, but when it comes to it he seems quite reasonable.”

Apollo thinks about Mayor Tenma’s trial, Blackquill’s dirty tricks that nearly forced the mayor into a false confession. “You and I have different standards of reasonable,” he says. Maybe he means relatively reasonable, that there’s so many other prosecutors who are even worse.

“Perhaps,” Klavier agrees, “but Herr Samurai could be the most reasonable man and I would nonetheless leave you with this document trail.” His eyes, stormy blue and unwavering in their hue this entire conversation, but Apollo doesn’t remember whether or not this color is the Sight, harden. “I would hate to see your integrity as a lawyer called into question, especially over evidence that I offered you as assistance.” His jaw tightens, thinking, no doubt, of what Apollo has continued to think about since he arrived at Themis. With Phoenix.

This also seems like the most emotionally honest Klavier has been all week. “Thanks,” Apollo says. “I—”

—appreciate it, the sentence means to end, but movement behind Klavier catches Apollo’s eye, and the doors that lead out into the hall thump suddenly shut. “Hey!” Apollo calls. “Who’s—”

“What’s going on?” Athena asks. “Who’s there, did you see?”

“I don’t know,” Apollo says. “It might have been Hugh.” He thinks he saw a bit of the dark blue of the Themis uniform there. “Eavesdropping to figure out our strategy, no doubt.”

“I would expect him not to be the only one,” Klavier says, glancing back over his shoulder. “The cardboard paparazzi and the prosecutor Fräulein are rather nosy themselves, wouldn’t you agree? I’ll go chase them down and make sure they cause no further trouble for you.” He flashes a casual grin, as light and easygoing as he ever tries to be, but it is undercut for Apollo, and Apollo alone; Vongole materializes from the air next to him, red ears pricked and nose pointed at the door, her head held level with her shoulders. A creature ready to stalk, ready to hunt, to pounce, and Klavier barely turns for the doors and she springs, plunging through the door like it’s just a projection. But Klavier, when he gets to the door, without much haste, has to open it, reminding Apollo that it’s Vongole who doesn’t adhere to the physical world, not the door.

What’s she going to do, herd the wayward Themis students back around toward Klavier? Can she even do that if they can’t see her? Can she make them see her? God, Apollo hopes that corralling them is all she’ll do; Klavier’s got control over that hellhound, right? He does, Apollo’s seen that. No need to worry about that. Focus on the case.

(Apollo’s still going to worry about that.)

“Apollo, you ready?” Athena asks.

“Yes!” Focus on the moment, the evidence, the trial. Forget Klavier and his haunted dog. “I’m Apollo Justice and I’m fine!” He feels better already, and a shaky grin draws across Athena’s face. “Okay, your turn. Ready?”

“I’m Athena Cykes! And I’m fine!”

“Ms Newman and Mr O’Conner have recanted their confessions made before yesterday’s adjournment, but you may expect, Your Baldness, to see them again in this courtroom, as I intend later to determine if they should be charged with perjury.”

Apollo has come to think that most of Blackquill’s lauded so-called psychological manipulations are really just brute intimidation that he pretends has more finesse than he actually does. Despite that, the question he finds himself with now is whether or not Blackquill is in as cheery of a mood as he is acting, grinning as he catches the court up on all that has progressed on the prosecution’s side of things. “Ms Woods likewise attempted to recant her confession, claiming it was made in the heat of the moment to” - he rolls his eyes, as if the disdain dripping through his voice wasn’t already making his opinion on the matter clear, and Athena’s expression hardens - “protect her friends, but given that she is already and continues to be the one on trial, that changes little of our situation.”

She did confess, didn’t she? In the midst of Robin yelling and Hugh interrupting, Juniper confessed too, trying to stop her friends from ruining their lives for her. And if he presumes Juniper is innocent, which he has to, because she’s their client, then that means when she confessed to murder, she lied; plainly and wholeheartedly, she lied. Which means that even someone half-fae can lie.

“Very well,” the judge says. “And the photograph submitted yesterday of the victim and the defendant together minutes before the—”

“Unfortunately, we will find that evidence no longer relevant,” Blackquill interrupts. He is still smirking, even while forced to refute the hand he played yesterday. If this is an act, to unnerve Apollo, it’s working. Or if he’s genuinely amused, then it’s probably because he’s got something new up his sleeve that makes him not concerned with all the ways his case collapsed yesterday. “The art room clock runs fast and will not give us an accurate measure of the time. ‘Tis a pity for our time to have been wasted as such, but the bungling oaf of a detective responsible for overlooking this fact will assuredly be paying for his failure.”

Athena winces. “Poor Fulbright,” she whispers.

Is Blackquill angry that he thinks Fulbright should have seen it - or is it misplaced anger, Blackquill sure that he would have noticed had he been on the scene investigating and angry that he has to rely on Fulbright, instead. (Is that why they keep spotting traces of Taka around? Blackquill thinking he can’t trust the observation skills of the detective? Taka didn’t notice the clock, either, for whatever that’s worth. Probably not easy for the bird to get into a building. How does it get out of jail?)

“Now,” Blackquill says sharply, and the flashes of mirth he showed a minute ago have vanished. “Today, I intend to prove to you that the accused is the only person who could have moved the body. And to that end, the prosecution calls its first witness.”

Hugh O’Conner did assure Athena that he would be testifying today, and true to that word, he takes the witness stand first. His claim is that he saw Juniper moving the high-jump mat that would’ve been needed to move the body without bruising it; he claims to have seen this from a vantage point that would have been impossible, until Blackquill obliquely reminds them of the crane that was present the night of the murder, as involved in the stage setup. This makes sense - the weird thing about it isn’t the statement itself, but Hugh’s reaction to it. He looks pained, clutching the side of his neck in a way Apollo has come to notice him doing each time he is stressed and struggling to regain his footing in an argument.

“That’s - you’ve said enough, Prosecutor Blackquill!” Is Hugh trying to plead with him or threaten him? Neither, Apollo thinks, is liable to work. “You promised!”

Blackquill laughs, a harsh sound from the back of his throat. “Did I?” he asks. “I recall nothing of the sort. What I do recall is that you came to me blubbering about making a deal that I would keep quiet in exchange for information, but you should have taken care to extract that promise for me before you went ahead and offered me your every secret like a blithering fool.”

Blackquill has a way with words that leaves Apollo incredibly worried about the fates of everyone who is in any way involved with him. Like he’s just waiting for the opportunity to snatch away the souls of anyone who isn’t careful who dares speak with him. Is that part of who he is - what he is - or is it one of his actual psychological manipulations? And is it the witness he means to scare with his phrasing, or the defense?

“Ah, well, if Golden Boy will not take the chance to lift the weight of truth from his shoulders, then I will tell you,” Blackquill says. Hugh, with his hand still clapped tight to his neck like he’s trying to staunch the flow from a wound, makes a kind of undignified whimpering sound. “He was up in that crane, and not simply mucking about there for fun. He does, rather, work part-time as a crane operator.”

“A high school student!” the judge exclaims. “Operating a crane!”

“No!” Hugh snaps. “The prosecution - there’s no proof that I was operating the crane! The prosecution might be lying!”

Blackquill laughs, and makes no move to argue. “I don’t know where this is going,” Athena says in a low voice, “because this is the point that Prosecutor Blackquill wants to make, but…” Louder, she adds, her voice ringing across the courtroom, “I bet we can prove it was you.”

Which they do, for whatever good it may or may not be about to do them, and the judge is still hung up on a high schooler operating a crane, rather than what Hugh would or wouldn’t be able to see from the vantage point of the crane, but Hugh splutters and protests about how brilliant and talented he is and that’s why. Blackquill watches him, smirking, waiting for his failure of an argument to trail away into nothingness. Hugh goes silent halfway through saying something about practicing archery one-handed, and Blackquill’s smirk splits open into a grin. “Dispense with this inane charade, Golden Boy.” He doesn’t wait for Hugh’s response and continues speaking over the witness’ begging. “Now, we will establish, for the sake of argument, that the age range of high school seniors ends at the upper limit of nineteen - still, legally, too young to operate heavy machinery. That, however, does not apply to Mr O’Conner, does it, now?”

“But he is a high school senior,” Athena says. “Are you saying he’s not around that age?”

Blackquill slams his palm on the bench. “Indeed, he is not. Golden Boy here is twenty-five.” The serious expression that he held on his face for a fraction of a second breaks down into raucous laughter, punctured by his further slapping the bench in uncontained amusement. Apollo really doesn’t like seeing him in a good mood. He’s only ever entertained by someone else’s bad fortune. “He took a seven year break from his schooling!”

They all had secrets - Juniper, Robin, Hugh. The courtroom is quiet; is it ever this quiet after a revelation, without a breath of murmured shock. “Eh?” Athena utters faintly. “Come again?”

“Twenty-five,” Blackquill repeats gleefully. He nods to Taka and the hawk snatches up a paper in its talons, launching itself into the air and making straight for the judge. “All in the school’s official paperwork, as you will find.”

“Twenty-five?” Apollo echoes, sure they’re all going to ask this in turn, a round-table of disbelief. “He’s - he’s older than me?” He’s not good at eyeballing ages, he knows that, and he knows that everyone always thinks him baby-faced and younger than he is, and Hugh could be like that. People in their twenties all look all over the place. How’s anyone to know? But on the other hand, what twenty-year-old, after taking a gap year for seven successive years out of high school, would want to go back to high school all over again? Apollo sure wouldn’t. But maybe instead of going to college to be a lawyer, Hugh went back to a lawyer high school because those teenagers are at his same maturity level.

(Solid burn. If he didn’t get heckled every time he was the slightest bit snide to a witness, he would say it out loud.)

“Seven years?” Athena asks. Blackquill might as well just go over the entire situation again, if they’re all going to ask for clarification on each and every tiny point. “But since you’re such a genius” - she does a remarkable job of not sounding wholly derisive when she says it - “wouldn’t taking a seven year vacation make you boring real quick?” She pauses, frowns, playing her words back in her head. “Make you bored.”

Her first one was probably correct, too. Does Hugh know how to have a conversation that isn’t about his own greatness?

“Heh.” Hugh’s recovery from his shock tips him back into the smugness he always seems to carry. “There’s the dull mindless vacations you ordinary plebians take, and then…” He falters, for a moment. “Even geniuses make mistakes,” he says, resuming with an entirely different thread of argument. “The ones I make just, you know, lost me seven years.”

Rising in Apollo’s stomach is the same kind of fear that Blackquill’s particulars of phrasing invoke. “Er, Mr O’Conner,” he begins, ignoring the shock that Athena sends his way, and bracing himself for the way everyone in the courtroom is going to respond to the utterly insane question he is about to ask, “are you actually, like, actually twenty-five, or just - you know, legally, that it’s been twenty-five years since you were first - you were born.”

He knows that at least half of the gallery is going to think he’s an idiot, have some perception of theirs confirmed about how lawyers are all schooling and no sense in their heads; even Athena stares like he’s just lost his mind. Hugh, though, blanches, his whole body tensing and his shoulders drawing inward. Blackquill’s cuffs clank as he hits the bench and Hugh flinches and nearly falls over with fright. Apollo jumps, too. He’d forgotten that Blackquill as much as anyone would hear this question and would get to respond to it in his typical magic-denying ways.

“What a question, Justice-dono,” he drawls. Apollo raises his chin defiantly. It’s a good question, because all the world around them is crazy. “No doubt a matter first brought to your attention by the rather unique situation of some other golden boy of our acquaintance.” His eyebrows raise and his mouth twists in amusement. Apollo’s heart skips and then stops. How does Blackquill know? It seems unlikely - though technically possible - that Klavier would have told him; the alternative is that Blackquill knows enough to know, to realize, when it took even Phoenix several strokes of luck and coincidence to piece it together. Blackquill shouldn’t be saying this. He shouldn’t know. And why of all times choose this as the moment to drop his pretense of disbelief? To psych Apollo out some more? To give Klavier, up in the gallery, a slap in the face for helping Apollo and Athena?

“But suffice to say, we will find that an irrelevant question,” Blackquill continues. “What matters is the legal age of the witness, that has so allowed him to work the discussed job as a crane operator. He was, therefore, up in the crane with the vantage point to see the accused dragging the mat in preparation to move the body. You must agree how clear this is, and that there is no need to deliberate this much any further.”

Oh. Right. Juniper. This is, after all, her trial, and the reason they have gone down this strange road still has to do with her case, and what she did or didn’t do, and Hugh did or didn’t see, on the morning that the body was discovered.

Back to the fight.

Hugh lied about ever seeing the body on stage.

It’s an utterly incomprehensible lie, in Apollo’s most just and honest opinion; it’s also one of a host of shady moves Hugh has made. Though the blood Juniper saw on his hands was his own, from trying to sneak a look at the mock trial script and instead finding Myriam’s spring-loaded razor blade-protected script envelope, and her suspicion against him in that regard can be discounted - well, there’s still his grades, and this, about the body.

If the body was moved during the mock trial - moved in fact at the moment Phoenix and Athena heard the shattering of the statues on stage that drew them outside to discover the body - then Hugh and Robin have airtight alibis, on the floor in front of a crowd for the whole mock trial. Apollo had his eyes on them the whole time. But Juniper, ever-multitasking Juniper, the conductor of her show, the only person alive at that time with all the secrets of her script, was not always down on the floor playing the defendant. She was up at the back of the hall in the sound booth, moving back and forth even during Professor Means’ speech. At any of those times, she could have slipped out to the art room, to send Courte’s body to the stage down the banner wire.

All they’ve done is help Blackquill build a more convincing case against Juniper, so convincing that Apollo can’t find within him a single point to dispute. They missed something; he knows it, he has to know it, he has to believe it to the end. But where? Can he object on the grounds that they need to know why Hugh lied about seeing the body? Would Blackquill let that stand?

Hugh starts to laugh. Hugh starts to laugh in the broken, hysterical way of a killer cornered, except he’s about to get away free with Juniper’s verdict. “Behold my brilliance!” he cries, his words breathless and interrupted by his own frantic, frenzied laughter. “Listen well as the rare genius of Hugh O’Conner reveals to the world the secrets of his perfect crime!”

Apollo looks at Athena. Athena glances back at Apollo. “Er,” she says. “What? Why’s this - why again?”

Because this, the wild confessions, happened yesterday too. To hell with this trial. Hugh appears feverish, his hair matting to his forehead and neck with sweat, his eyes darting all around the courtroom, jumping from Apollo and Athena to Blackquill to Juniper and never settling on any of them. “The murder, moving the body, the cover-up, all my works of genius! My great and perfect crime, bow in awe and stand to arrest me! I am confessing, am I not? You have your killer here!”

“Is he serious?” Apollo asks. He’s afraid he is. He’s seen too many other people unravel in this same manner, but the game was up for all of them. Hugh’s game - what the hell is his game?

“I think he’s serious,” Athena says. “Serious, and seriously suddenly cracked.”

“Enough!” Blackquill snarls. Taka shrieks in an angry echo. “You have a perfect alibi, not a perfect crime! And you dare to stand here and further act the mad fool to delay this trial from its inevitable outcome!” He fixes Hugh with his dark eyes, but this time, Hugh doesn’t shrink away. That is definitely stupidity, not bravery, on his part. “I will have no mercy for you should you not this instant stand down.”

“I will never!” Hugh shouts back. “I have testimony that will prove to you, the utter perfection with which I always act! You’ll doubt me, but in truth I used a body double at the mock trial! It wasn’t me at all, not about to lose and not with the alibi! I, the real me, slipped out and had the run of the campus! I moved the body, I’m the killer, and Juniper’s innocent!”

“You have got to be kidding me,” Athena says.

“I must ask of both the defense and prosecution,” the judge says. “Does this testimony make any sense at all, in the slightest?”

“No,” Apollo answers.

“Oh, good,” the judge says. “I thought I had just become suddenly, extremely confused.”

“The witness is the one suddenly, extremely confused,” Blackquill says. “And it would be charitable, to call him confused, instead of saying, for instance, that he is a bloody lunatic.”

“You’re a witch, aren’t you?” Hugh demands. As though to make the point for him, Blackquill’s eyes flash silver. “Don’t you know anything about doppelgangers? You know, changelings getting switched for people? You think creatures like that are not okay with being an accessory to crime?” A sour taste gathers in Apollo’s mouth. He thinks of Vera, of Kristoph, of Klavier in the gallery, that life-shaping trauma turned into Hugh’s latest desperate lie in the service of - what? To what end? “I had a—”

“Enough!” Blackquill roars, and it is, indeed, so much more of a bellow than his usual low snarling interruptions. Athena lets out a small scream and stumbles back into the wall behind them. Even Hugh shrinks toward the witness stand, seeming to recognize that he’s taken this impossible declaration a step too far. “That you know such words to use them does not mean you have the damndest understanding of what they truly entail!” He slams both fists in tandem on the bench, and Athena clasps both of her hands over Widget to muffle its surprised swearing.

“You claim familiarity with the concepts as part of your mad gambit, make a mockery of the gravity of such matters, and call me to my face a witch as though that would convince me of the veracity of your statements - yet you never pause to think that perhaps whatever I am, I also bear the ability to see through your pernicious bullshit.” Hugh’s mouth flaps open, and he shuts it without a word. “Spare this court your lies,” Blackquill continues. He has stopped yelling now, his voice merely as low and deadly as it ever is. “There is only one of you, as there ever has been - as is most fortuitous for us, as you the sole dunce as you are have made more than your share of trouble, and another of you would be far more than unbearable.”

Hugh’s mouth opens again like a fish deprived of water, but it seems to Apollo that Blackquill’s outburst has drawn to its close. “Shit,” Athena whispers, her and not Widget this time. “I’ve never heard him that angry.”

Have they? He has been furious at Fulbright, over stupid witnesses, over cases. Professional anger. This is different; this seems a personal chord, and a very disharmonious one, struck, and painfully enough to drop the game he’d made of it prior, denying right to Apollo’s face that monsters, yokai, and magic could ever exist. And is it painful to him the way it infuriates Apollo, on behalf of someone else, or is this another clue in the puzzle, the question, of what is Prosecutor Simon Blackquill?

“Now,” Blackquill says, his calm and his smirk returned, “Your Baldness, where we left off. The verdict.”

“But it’s - hey! Defense!” Hugh, gripping the witness stand, turns on them next. “You have that weird device, don’t you? For crazy testimonies like mine?”

“Widget isn’t weird!” Athena protests. Apollo could object to that. “And I’m not going to waste him on something this plainly ridiculous—”

“We don’t have any objections otherwise,” Apollo reminds her. “The only thing left otherwise is the verdict. There’s nothing worse that can happen from giving this a shot.”

“Oh,” Athena says, blanching as she realizes that she was about to let the trial reach its verdict and damn Juniper to prison. She clears her throat. “Well,” she says loudly, “against some of my better judgment, I would like to conduct a short psychoanalytic session with the witness.”

“As a judge, I feel this to be beyond my better sense as well, yet I also do not feel as though I should deny you.” The judge glances around the courtroom, pondering what must be yet another in the Wright Anything Agency’s long, long line of unprecedented incidents. “Well, then. Prosecutor Blackquill, I will ask your opinion. I trust you have no object… ah.”

The courtroom doors slam, seeming to rattle the whole room, and rattling Apollo even more is the empty prosecution’s bench. “Ah, Your Honor,” says one of the bailiffs by the doors, eyes still blankly fixated on where they closed. “The prosecution said, and I quote, ‘Rubbish! We will be out on a stroll’ and left, Detective Fulbright with him.”

At least he isn’t loose unsupervised, but holy hell, is there nothing that Blackquill can’t get away with? (Nothing short of murder, anyway.)

“I must suppose he would have lodged an objection in his parting words if he took issue with Ms Cykes’ plan.” The judge nods once, and decisively. “Very well. Ms Cykes, you may proceed with your therapy session-slash-cross-examination.”

“You’re up, Widget.” Athena draws up the emotional analysis screen and over her shoulder, Apollo watches it load. He can’t help but find the whole process fascinating, no matter that he’s seen it before, and he wonders how many times he’ll have to see it until he gets used to it. Knowing that Athena has the little gadget taking pictures almost constantly doesn’t change his amazement with the way she can compile it all into new mock-ups of scenes discussed in the testimony, or how seamlessly she does it. A large part of him still isn’t sure that there’s not magic involved, somehow woven into the technology. “Now, Mr O’Conner, please repeat your testimony!”

Hugh inhales deeply, his eyes still darting about, like he’s suddenly trying to remember the spur-of-the-moment co-called “testimony” he blurted. “All right,” he says. “I’ll say this simple enough that even mouth-breathers like you can understand. I used a body double! That wasn’t really me at the mock trial! And it wasn’t really me who was about to lose, of course. I slipped out while my doppelganger handled the mock trial, and I had full run of the campus. So it’s me who’s the killer, not Juniper. She’s innocent!”

“Well, he sure wasn’t kidding when he said it was crazy testimony,” Athena mutters, swiping through the pages on which she lists each sentence of Hugh’s testimony and the associated emotions. All of Widget’s projected screens flash bright green, as it blares out the alarm that warns it is overloaded by the emotional input. How Athena, with her sensitive hearing, tolerates that sound, Apollo will never know. “Right now, we’re getting an overflow reading on happiness, which is weird, considering he’s confessing to murder.”

“Maybe he’s just delighted by how the rest of us can’t understand his brilliance,” Apollo says. “But I’m guessing you think there’s something more going on.”

“Mhm.” He can’t tell if Athena was listening or is just mumbling to herself. She flips back and forth between two parts of the testimony, too fast to actually be reading over the sentences again; her eyes follow the images that she has placed with the words. Then she finally looks up. “So, Mr O’Conner, yesterday you told us that you didn’t care at all about Ms Woods anymore.”

Apollo glances to the defendant’s chair, where poor Juniper looks distraught, red-faced from crying and now wide-eyed with shock, staring at Hugh. “That’s right,” Hugh says, about as smoothly as he’s managing to say anything now. A silent sob shudders across Juniper’s thin shoulders. “She told Professor Courte my secret, and I know she wants nothing to do with me now.”

Juniper shakes her head, her mouth moving, whispering something Apollo can’t make out across the courtroom, but Athena probably could, were her attentions not rightly fixed on the witness. If he had to guess, had to bet on it, from the rest of her body language, she’s probably saying, that’s not true.

“So now I don’t care about her either.” Hugh laughs dismissively, but his eyes still move uneasily, and his hand clutches his neck. He’s still lying. “What, you think my confession has something to do with her? It doesn’t! It’s about one thing, and that’s the truth, the truth that everyone in this courtroom was too inferior to figure out!”

“No, objection!” Athena slaps her hand to the bench, through Widget’s hologram screen. “This whole testimony, you’ve felt great joy - so much that I can barely hear anything else! You’re happy that you could play a part in setting Juniper free.” She draws her hand back and props her hands on her hips. “People usually don’t feel like you do when they’re broken down enough to confess to murder.”

“So then, this is another confession trying to protect Juniper?” Apollo asks. Meaning it’s a false confession, meaning Hugh isn’t the killer after all. Like Phoenix thought, against all the evidence, on a hunch.

“It is,” Athena says. “He does care about her, without question.”

But if not Hugh, they still don’t have any evidence of anyone else, and they’ve looped back around to—

The courtroom doors slam again. “Figured it out, have you?” Blackquill asks. He whistles sharply and Taka returns to his shoulder from wherever it was hiding. Taka was still in the courtroom, then? Apollo glances around, wondering where it went, wondering if Blackquill’s dramatic timing is perfect because he was following the whole conversation via the hawk left behind. He makes his way back to the bench, without any great haste, and scratches Taka beneath the chin as he continues, “That testimony was naught but a great tangle of lies. May we agree now that the killer is the one person permitted to move freely out of sight in the lecture hall - that is, the accused herself. We need not waste more time deliberating this nonsense.”

“But you haven’t figured it out!” Hugh protests. Blackquill’s face darkens. “The trick behind my body-double stunt!”

“Would one even presume it to be true,” Blackquill says dryly, but lacking even an ounce of amusement in the hard line of his mouth and his shadowed eyes, “you did tell us in the beginning how it was that you claimed to have a doppelganger.”

“I think I’m gonna agree with Prosecutor Blackquill on this one,” Apollo says. A small kernel of doubt has dug its way through his prior certainty, and he wishes that Phoenix had been the one to watch the mock trial, instead. He could have noticed - if he’d thought to look, and he would have, right? He’s that cautious or paranoid, right? - whether or not Hugh was the same person, and human, the whole way through. Apollo just knows that the Hugh in the mock trial didn’t stray from the bench, didn’t seem to disappear or slough eyes off of him for even a brief moment - and still, still he doesn’t trust himself to be sure. Not when the fae could be involved. “But if we quit here, then Juniper is found guilty.”

“So the best of the bad options is to play along,” Athena says. She quickly taps out a few commands with her gloved hand on the screen. “Okay, let’s see here. What else can we find out?”

Hugh’s continues testimony is just as rambling and confused as before, tripping over itself and tangling itself up in knots that will only snare Juniper deeper. It’s pathetic to watch him falling apart as he is: certain that Juniper is innocent but too afraid of the corruption in the legal system to believe that the plain truth can ever win out, and desperate for some affirmation that despite his grades being bought (without his knowledge, which Apollo notes is definitely interesting) his friends could still possibly love him. This is not Apollo’s field of expertise, but he has Athena, Athena with her ears and Widget, and she manages beautifully. He’d tell her that he’s impressed, but Blackquill has been waiting to pounce, and with Hugh recanting his confession, pounce he does.

“This roundabout trial has returned us once again to the point I have been making: that the only person who lacks an alibi is the accused.” Blackquill folds his arms and taps a finger against his head. The chains rattle. “Consider that, Cykes-dono, and finally realize that your friend’s guilt is the truth you have so valiantly sought.”

“Did we really spend all that time getting nowhere?” Apollo asks. He casts his mind back over Hugh’s testimony. Doppelganger nonsense and more doppelganger nonsense; such useful information, all around. “This is exhausting.”

Athena isn’t listening. She frowns down at Widget’s Mood Matrix screen, which has updated to show that all of the emotions in Hugh’s voice have been cataloged and cleared, and it winks out of existence, only for Athena to immediately bring back up some of her case notes. “Hold on a minute, Your Honor, Prosecutor Blackquill.” She swipes the screen to display a floor plan of the lecture call, with the balcony seats for Courte and Means clearly marked. (Does the head of the prosecutions’ course not have enough seniority to join either of them in the balcony seating? Didn’t Phoenix say they all got fired a few years back?) “If we have someone else who doesn’t have an alibi, then we need to continue the trial, correct?”

“Of course,” the judge says. “But after so much thorough investigation and debate, can such a person even exist?”

“Where are we going with this?” Apollo asks Athena. He feels like someone scrambled his brains.

She rests her finger above the marked defense’s bench in the lecture hall diagram. “Remember how Hugh has been insistent on seeing this balcony seat empty?” She moves her finger diagonally to point to the seat noted to be Means’. “He thought that was because it was Courte’s, and she was dead at the time. But it isn’t.”

“So if Professor Means wasn’t where he was supposed to be—”

“Your Honor!” Athena calls. “However roundabout this testimony has been, we have arrived at one statement of truth. That balcony seat was empty, meaning that Professor Means wasn’t where he was supposed to be during the mock trial!”

“Oh please,” Blackquill sneers. “The whole of the lecture hall heard him give his speech!”

“It bored me half to death,” Apollo adds. He doesn’t remember what was actually said, just that it became a buzzing in his ears within about forty seconds, as some leftover instincts from college assured him that there would be nothing worth remembering.

“It could have been pre-recorded, right?” Athena says. “Then the professor could have given his speech, while he was wherever else on campus!”

“Wait!” Hugh interrupts. “You don’t - are you seriously accusing Professor Means? He’s been trying to help this whole time!” Apollo doesn’t believe that, but he can’t tell if Hugh believes it, or if his nervous habits are now simple shock at where Athena has taken this case. “It’s crazy to say that he - I mean, he was the one who gave me the tape recorder to take to the police!”

“The tape?”

Apollo asks at the same time Athena does, and they stare at each other; understanding and alarm start to dawn behind Athena’s eyes. “Athena,” Apollo says. “We have to get Professor Means on the witness stand.”

She purses her lips and nods decisively. “Mr O’Conner, did you just say that Professor Means gave you that phony tape?”

“Phony?” Hugh echoes. “No, I - he gave it to me and told me to go to the police and say I found it in the art room, but it’s not - what do you mean, phony—”

“And it didn’t seem suspicious for him to tell you to lie?” Apollo demands. This goddamn school, he swears - Hugh probably wouldn’t even have an issue with the lying, would have been sure that it meant instead that Professor Means had some kind of shady-but-ultimately-justified plan for Juniper’s defense, and who was he to question?

“Apollo, this isn’t the time,” Athena warns, her eyebrows drawing together. He follows her narrow-eyed gaze to watch Blackquill, his hand on his chin, smirking to himself, pondering something. Maybe whether he can add that to Hugh’s perjury charges.

“Defense, please refrain from hurling unsubstantiated accusations as you are by calling the evidence ‘phony’,” the judge says. “Unless you can—”

“We can prove it!” Athena interrupts, smacking her palms on the bench like she’s about to try and vault it. “This tape we discussed yesterday, the voice of our client shouting ‘You’re a goner!’, was faked by reusing audio from the mock trial video! We have evidence about the, um, about the evidence!”

Taka lands on the bench, its head twitching back and forth, expectantly waiting. “Hang on, which one of these is which - here!” Athena offers one of Klavier’s evidence packets to the hawk, which blinks at her in almost acknowledgement before it returns across the courtroom to Blackquill. He intently studies each page in turn, the seconds passing in excruciating slowness as they wait for his response. On reaching the end, he tosses back his head, hair falling in front of his eyes, and lets out a loud, sharp laugh.

“Is there an issue, Prosecutor Blackquill?” the judge asks.

“There is not,” Blackquill says. Could’ve fooled me, Apollo thinks. The prosecutor makes a dismissive flick of his fingers and Taka, still with the papers clutched in its beak, heads off to the judge. “I concede that, as asserted and evidenced by the” - he forces out a cough and then loudly clears his throat - “defense, that the evidence on the tape was falsified.” Apollo has to stop himself from turning his head to glance up toward the gallery, wondering where Klavier sits. “However, are not the odds greatest that our lying dullard of a witness merely overlooked the professor in the balcony?”

“We can’t know for sure until we ask him!” Athena fires back. “We can’t overlook any possibilities!”

The judge strikes his gavel twice. “My opinion on the matter,” he says, when they have both fallen to silence, Athena glaring furiously at Blackquill, and Blackquill unbothered, watching Taka preen its wing feathers, “is that it would be premature to pass a verdict without having properly examined a possible witness oversight. And to answer that question, I believe it would be best to ask Professor Means himself, and therefore to call him as a witness.”

Apollo lets out his breath, but the tightness in his chest remains. This is the one guiding piece of advice that Phoenix gave: if you see the opportunity to get him on the stand, take it.

Now they’re on their own.

“Good afternoon. I would like to thank you all for being here today. This mock trial, the crown event of…”

Means’ speech was ten minutes long.

Apollo forgot about that, honestly.

They’re searching for some sort of hint that the speech was pre-recorded, some kind of discrepancy between his words and what they know to be true of the day. Athena assured Means that they weren’t accusing him of anything now, just wanted to be sure of the truth of the matter of the speech and the balcony seating - and she said it with her face drawn solemnly across, her shoulders held stiff and her hands squeezing into fists at her sides. She lied. She suspects him. They’ll be accusing him later. And Means at the witness stand loses his trademark smile to glower at Athena whenever she looks away.

Blackquill pays no attention to anyone, his back to the court, his elbows propped up on the bench behind him, his head slumped forward. He had said - not really directed at anyone in particular - to wake him up when this was concluded. Apollo no longer thinks he’s joking, watching his shoulders rise and fall with the slow, steady breathing pattern of someone asleep. Taka, in imitation of its master, ducks its head beneath its wing.

Are neither of them actually going to listen? Blackquill not even try to assess the details for himself?

Apollo tears his eyes away from the opposite bench. The speech, focus on the speech. Athena’s hand flits over a blank Widget screen that she intended to use for notes, doodling flowers and swirls all across the edges. There’s a shape that Apollo presumes to be a bowling pin until she adds the beak to the penguin. She isn’t keyed in to the speech, either. It’s testimony, the worst kind of testimony, where they have to make it through an untold number of minutes of Means reminiscing about his own long-ago days as a Themis student, and how what he learned there became critical in his days as a real lawyer, before he returned again to Themis to instruct a new generation.

Was it in school that he learned that forging evidence worked, or was he like Phoenix, in a real trial back to the wall, nothing but that or losing? Are monsters born or made, and how are they made? What does it take to break an honest lawyer, if ever he began that way?

The video was to record the mock trial, not the speech before it; the camera in the lecture hall is fixed on the floor, the benches where Robin and Hugh stand, and the witness stand that Juniper travels back and forth from. They obviously can’t see the balconies - otherwise there would be an easy answer to this matter - but the audience is visible, students restless whispering to each other or leaning their heads in their hands or on their desks. Apollo wonders where he was sitting, if he can see himself.

The judge’s head droops and snaps back up, guiltily glancing around to assess whether anyone else noticed.

Professor Means, on the recording of the speech that may have been pre-recorded, interrupts himself to snap at the audience to wake up. The judge’s eyes pop open, and something clatters like he knocked his gavel to the floor; Athena’s arm jerks across her notes page, scribbling across her penguin drawing. “I’m awake, I’m awake!” she yelps, turning panicked to Apollo.

Blackquill doesn’t twitch.

This still isn’t even evidence that the speech wasn’t pre-recorded. If this is how Means always sounds, he would have known at this point, about eight minutes in, students would be nodding off. He easily could have scripted that for authenticity.

Athena adds angry eyebrows to her drawn penguin and adds what looks like a ball of lint next to it. Is that supposed to be a fluffy baby penguin?

The audio ends with a click. Apollo registers that the words that ended the speech were words that heralded the end of a speech, and already he doesn’t remember what. He shakes his head to clear out the static. He was supposed to find something useful in there. Something that meant it was pre-recorded. He glances at Athena. Her eyes are huge. So she didn’t hear anything, either.

“Listen well, Cykes-dono - if you subject us to this torturous tedium without due reason, I shall have your head.” Blackquill still hasn’t moved. He slowly tips his head back and turns to cast a cold stare onto Athena.

“Didn’t he nap the whole time?” Apollo mutters, but Athena doesn’t seem to be in the mood for humor. And Apollo shouldn’t be, either. They’re this close to a turnabout, and this close to a loss. Trucy calls it his “tightrope defense act”, and he hates the descriptor even if it isn’t wrong.

“Hey! Apollo!” someone hisses. He expects it to be Trucy, just thinking of her, but when he turns, and Athena with him, there’s Phoenix, hanging over the edge of the gallery. “Catch!”

“Wh—” Apollo fumbles with the object Phoenix just tossed at him, finding the magatama in his hands. “Why—”

“Mr Wright!” the judge scolds, whackling his gavel several times in swift succession. “I’m sure you must want to be behind the bench, but please, this court does not want any liability should you fall and crack your head!”

Yeah, liability for the ankle injury he’d probably incur from that. “Sorry, Your Honor!” Phoenix calls back with a sharp grin, but he only leans further down. “Listen to the end again, Apollo. The last minute or so.”

“But why—” The magatama is for glamours, and glamours are on people, and they’re listening to a recording of Means’ speech, not him speaking directly to them.

“Exactly why you think - I’ll explain the details later, when—” Phoenix jerks backwards as Taka dives, talons outstretched, for his face. Several gasps and shrieks arise from the gallery around him. “When this bird isn’t around! Good luck!” He scrambles away, Taka in pursuit.

“So,” Athena says. “What—”

“Listen to the ending again,” Apollo says. He squeezes his fingers tightly around the magatama. Please, please, he thinks, without any idea who he is appealing to, give me something—

The words hit his ears with a sharper clarity than before. He can think now, his brain no longer buzzing. Even in this little bit, Apollo understands that most of Means’ speech was all fluff and no substance, all inane and nothing meaningful. And then the sign-off: “Once again, our pure white Lady Justice will watch over all of you today. Pay attention now and one day, with the wisdom of our grand academy and your own experience, you may make a difference. Now, let the mock trial begin!"

What’s this Lady Justice that he’s referring to? That was the statue Athena put back together on-stage, with Klavier, but there’s a very similar statue standing very apparent in the center of the lecture hall floor, right in front of the mock-up judge’s bench. A statue that is, however, very much not white.

“Athena,” he says, and her head snaps around in a startled way that says he just knocked her out of another boring speech-induced reverie. “I’ve got something.”

Not enough on its own, but together with Klavier’s evidence, and that only breaks Means down into a new set of lies, and worse ones than ever.

“Fine, yes. I had pre-recorded my speech, but I assure you, the reason was not that which you think.” Athena’s eyebrows disappear beneath her hairline and she casts a doubtful side-eye Apollo’s way. Means peers over his glasses at them and continues, “Ms Woods came to me asking that I should do so - record my speech - and come speak with her in the audio room during the opening of the mock trial. There, she told me that she had committed murder and wished that I would defend her. She told me as well that this would happen - the suspicion you cast upon me - as I lose my alibi with the pre-recorded speech, and thus become an accomplice or suspect.” His stony features relax. “But when I said that I would defend Juniper as her attorney, I meant it, because it was the humane thing to do.”

“He can’t be serious,” Apollo says. “There’s no way. This is all too contrived. But he’s good at coming up with bullshit on the fly.” Unless he thought ahead far enough, to this eventuality, and pre-planned the best lies to cover his ass.

“Juniper would never!” Athena shouts. “There’s no way! This is all a bunch of shit.”

“Allow me to be perfectly frank.” Means lightly taps the end of his staff on the floor. “Juniper has taken my teachings to heart. That I would prove her and her two friends innocent was the result she sought, and two that end, she threatened and coerced me, her professor, to do her bidding.”

“And I may only imagine that you found such ruthless tactics to be impressive and admirable,” Blackquill says dryly. Shouldn’t those underhanded strategies be right up his alley; shouldn’t he himself be impressed? As far as Apollo knows, he’s drawn the line at falsifying evidence, but there’s a litany of shady shit that he’s toed the line of. And the murder, of course. The murder that he did and was convicted of.

“Oh, yes,” Means agrees. “What she did was most clever of her, which is why I agreed to defend her. Her capacity for deviousness surprised me, at first, though the more I think on it the more I understand that I should have seen this coming.”

Athena folds her arms, glaring daggers at Means, but she’s gone strangely quiet taking in the lies rather than yelling back. What’s she thinking? What’s she waiting for? Apollo isn’t sure what he’s waiting for - Means to keep digging his own grave talking about his corrupt methodologies, maybe. Get him brought up on additional corruption charges after they prove him a murderer.

“It’s really the hallmark of her kind, is it not?” Means continues, and Athena’s mouth presses even tighter together. Blackquill tilts his head just ever-so-slightly to the side, barely more than a twitch, studying Means, and waiting. “This sort of cunning self-serving cruelty, so typical of the actions of - well. We shall say that anyone may be cruel, but there is a particular and exemplary manner of it displayed here that you will also find to be quite… fae. And rather more than in half as one could first assume of this defendant.”

“Pardon?” The judge blinks in shock. “I am not sure I understand the relevance that this remark holds.”

Does he not realize? Does he know, or somehow have these things passed him by every trial? Juniper shrinks into herself, her hands covering her face. “It has none, Your Baldness,” Blackquill says, his disparaging gaze turning from Means to Juniper. “And before your protest I had been about to lodge my own objection, that the witness had best stick to discussing what it is that the defendant has done, and leave aside that which she is.”

Juniper lowers her hands, her eyes wide, but Blackquill isn’t looking at her anymore. Was it her honor that he was defending, or that of the fae in general? His responses to fae-related remarks have seemed - like he’s taking them personally.

“Objection sustained, then,” the judge says. “Defense, I believe it is time for your cross-examination.”

“You’ve been rather quiet now, haven’t you, Cykes-dono.” Blackquill can’t resist one last taunt. “Something the matter?”

Athena inhales deeply. She places her hands back down on the bench, her shoulders squared and her eyes flinty. “I’m not going to argue on principles,” she says. “Some long-winded idealistic speech. I’m going to let my evidence, and my victory, do the talking.” She lifts her hands and this time slams them down. “You claim that you were lying to cover for Junie, but that’s a load of hot shit!”

“That language, in our fair court of law!” Means interrupts indignantly. “Your Honor, it is an outrage!” Apollo personally finds Means’ guiding philosophies about the uselessness of the truth, and his forged evidence, a lot more of an outrage, but what does he know.

“Ms Cykes. Having adjudicated your mentor’s first case back, I understand where this unfortunate habit of yours was picked up, but please, do try to not make this such a frequent occurrence that I must penalize you for it.”

“Of course, Your Honor.” She takes that better than Apollo expected, though Widget still glows red. “Now, if the court would please recall the audio recording, presented as evidence yesterday, that today we have established to have been faked. It was Professor Means who gave that to Hugh and whispered to go take it to the police. If you had Junie’s best interests at heart, Professor, why would you fabricate evidence that uses her voice? That is, it’s an incredibly damaging piece of evidence that shouldn’t exist if you had wanted to defend Juniper - as it is, it seems like you’re trying to pin the crime on her instead!”

Means lowers his eyes. Apollo isn’t naive enough to think that means he’s chastened, or is going to do anything but dig in further. “You’ve done nothing but lie, and you’ve taught nothing but lies!” Athena shouts. “Your road to hell has no good intentions!”

“How dare you!” There it goes. Means’ head snaps back up. He grits his teeth in a snarl. “Themis Academy is an honorable institution with a proud name and how dare you slander it!” He grinds his staff against the ground. The sound sets Apollo’s teeth on edge, and Athena claps her hands over her ears.

“I’m not slandering the whole academy!” she protests. “Just your terrible teachings! You—” Means reaches into his pocket, producing a piece of chalk, which he flings at Athena. “Ow! What the helllleck, heck, was that!”

“Pay attention, Athena!” Means speaks like this is a lecture hall, like he’s the professor in charge of a classroom and not a witness on the stand, and she some wayward student of his and not a defense attorney on a cross-examination. “You’re disappointing me! The murder occurred on the twenty-third sometime between six and eight pm. I was already home at that time! How could I have killed her?”

“Can you prove you had gone home by then?” Athena asks.

Apollo knows what the answer will be before Means says it - the shifting burden of proof, always to the defense. “Can you prove that I was still at the school then?” he asks, a furious pointer finger waved in her direction.

Apollo casts about for any option, and he watches Athena slowly lose hope, her confident posture falling away, her hands sliding off of her hips and her shoulders slumping forward until she lets her elbows hit the bench and prop her head back up. “No,” she admits.

“Very good! I appreciate your honesty, even as it fails your case.” Means is still in teacher-mode, and now Apollo wonders if it’s some sort of mocking of them that he’s attempting to do. “But given that—”

“Hey! Hold on a second, man!”

Robin’s shriek could be an impressive rival to the Chords of Steel. She stands up in the front row of the gallery, leaning forward and peering down the drop to the floor, weighing whether she should just vault down, and deciding against it. She raises one hand and then rushes aside, leaving silence for several moments until she properly reaches the floor of the courtroom, where she places herself beside the defendant’s chair. Throwing her arm out in an imperious, pointed objection, directed at Means, she shouts, “I can’t believe I’ve let you lie to me all this time!” The Professor sputters indignantly, and Robin drowns him out with a roar. “I’ve got a confession to make! I can prove it!”

Of the statues on the stage, Klavier and Phoenix, Robin only had time to actually make the Klavier statue, the one that they put back together yesterday. Then the late bell rang, and Robin, without permission to stay on campus, asked Means if he could make the other statue for her. This puts him still at the school at the time of the murder, though he claims with the intensive work it would have taken to finish the artwork in an hour and a half, there’s no way he could have taken an instant to go to the art room and commit the crime. (Couldn’t there have been time after? Couldn’t the autopsy report’s window be off, have that wiggle room?)

Or there’s Athena’s objection, offered up without a thought, and then a few seconds after, she has invented a possibility. “What if we were all wrong about where the crime was committed?”

That’s one of Phoenix’s classic turnabout tactics. Apollo sees where she’s going; Means scoffs that she’s lost her mind, but Blackquill, glowering around the court at everyone in equal measure, very slowly says, “Continue.” When Means sounds about to protest, Taka alights from Blackquill’s shoulder and brings its fly-by so close that its talons rake through Means’ hair.

The murder took place on the stage, the blood spilling onto the banners lying there. The Gavineers banner soaked up most of the blood, was wiped on the art room floor to create the other crime scene, and then burned to hide the evidence. The white Lady Justice statue they repaired during yesterday’s investigation came from the art room, sent down the banner wire to make some noise and lead someone to the body. The body, therefore, was hidden on the stage somewhere.

How? At least a hundred people passed the stage on their way to the mock trial. What did it look like? Was there a crawl space under it that could be counted on no one to notice? What about behind it? Did they see it from other angles? Athena only has partial photographs, from up on the stage, nothing with the right angle, the wide shot. All of the pieces, these strange inconsistencies and bits of evidence collected, fit perfectly together with this theory.

There’s just no place for the body.

And that’s going to sink them.

They’re sinking, and Means just laughs. “Don’t you understand yet? There’s no killer other than Juniper Woods! There never was any other possibility, and there never will be!”

“But…” Athena falters. Apollo needs to help her, if he can just come up with somewhere, anywhere, that the body could have been. There were bruises on the victim’s wrists from being tied. Was she tied in some contorted position to allow her body to fit somewhere strange? Every second that he doesn’t say something, he’s failing their client, and he’s failing his friend.

“Poor Juniper must seriously regret asking for your help now - choosing you over me! And not just for herself, but for the way you nearly had Hugh wrongly convicted for murder! Surely you haven’t forgotten that big mistake of yours, too?”

“Don’t listen to him,” Apollo says. Though really, he’s not sure if Athena is listening to anyone, her face gone slack and her eyes glazed over, lost somewhere that isn’t here. “Athena?”

“You’ve not only failed to defend your client, but you brought false charges against her friend!” Means is positively gleeful tearing into her, a shark that’s scented blood and gone into a frenzy, and Apollo remembers what Phoenix said last night, about Athena, about accusing Hugh, wonders what he’s thinking now watching his best-laid plans to shelter her fall apart. “You don’t deserve to call yourself a lawyer!”

“No.” Athena hugs herself tightly, clutching her arms across her stomach like she’s sick, or trying to staunch the flow of blood from a wound, and doubling over herself. Her hair falls across her face, but not enough that Apollo can’t see her eyes, wide and hollow, and Widget’s screen, gone straight black. “No, I - wouldn’t let an innocent person be - I wouldn’t let him be convicted for - something he didn’t—”

“Athena! Hey, Athena, look at me.” Her shoulders start to shake. She doesn’t lift her head. Apollo reaches for her shoulder and stops; she flipped a mann larger than Apollo over her head the last time someone unexpectedly touched her, and if she’s already breaking, the last thing she’ll need is to hate herself more if she lashes out and injures Apollo. Means grins in satisfaction; Apollo glares at him and wishes, horribly, cruelly, for an instant, that he was fae, that he could kill with a look, literally, and then the wish turns his stomach over. Even if this man is a monster, even if he’s getting a laugh out of hurting Athena—

It’s not - it’s probably not a curse, is it? Some kind of spell Means put on her? It’s probably just - a regular mundane breakdown, right? Phoenix is up in the gallery watching, and if something had happened, he’d already be on his way down to let Apollo know. For Athena’s sake, surely, he’d break his habit of staying frustratingly silent on these matters.

“Breathe, breathe,” Athena hisses to herself. “Breathe in, breathe out—”

Blackquill crosses his arms over his chest. After watching him for three trials, Apollo still wouldn’t say he’s got a read on him at all, wouldn’t say he understands if the man has any tics - but maybe Apollo just hasn’t seen them yet. Because Blackquill’s mouth twists, his nose twitches; it might be disgust, and it might be barely disguised fury, and maybe it doesn’t have to be exclusive, one or the other, because those are related emotions. He doesn’t turn his glare from Means but closes his eyes instead, face slackening, like he’s trying to calm himself.

“Hey, shut the hell up, man!” Robin yells. She starts forward for the witness stand, her hands in fists, and Hugh grabs her by the upper arm. “Athena’s a great lawyer! She saved the friendship between Hugh and Juniper and me! And she figured out the secret I couldn’t tell, so I can live my life as a girl again! She is G-R-E-A-T and I don’t wanna hear another word against her, you lying meanie!”

“But I did,” Athena says. Her voice rings out clear and steady despite the way that her body trembles. “I did raise false charges against Hugh. And that - I could have - I could’ve done something unforgivable - I would have—”

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Hugh says with a shrug. He still hasn’t let go of Robin, and that’s probably the better choice. “It happens. There wouldn’t be defense attorneys if it didn’t. It’s not like I’m mad - it’s really more like you’ve given me a chance to reevaluate. You’re an honest lawyer and I didn’t think it was possible, for an honest lawyer to do all you’ve done.”

Athena blinks. Apollo hopes that’s a good sign, considering she hasn’t for the minute prior. “But I still haven’t done - what does it matter if I can’t save Juniper?”

“I believe in you, Thena!” Juniper stands from her chair, her hands clenched at her sides. “I haven’t given up! You can’t either! And I know you won’t! I know you can do this, Thena.”

A strangled sound emerges from Athena’s mouth, like a wheeze interrupting a hiccup or sob. “Athena, breathe,” Apollo says.

She tips forward and braces herself against the bench with one hand, the other arm still pressed tight against her stomach. “I c-can’t.” Her valiant attempt at inhaling breaks down into uneven, shuddering gasps. “I c-can’t. I—”

“Perhaps it would help you breathe if you were to cease this pathetic bleating of yours.”

Apollo is ready to yell at him, because someone has to and Robin has already laid into Means, but Athena finally slowly raises her head. “Prosecutor Blackquill?” she asks in a faint, broken whisper.

Blackquill shakes his head. “No more of such foolish words as you have just now spouted.” Is this - is this Blackquill’s attempt at reassurance? Has the world and the court finally gone mad? “You became a lawyer for a reason, did you not? What would come of it should you give up on all of the work that you have done thus far?” He slams his forearm on the bench and leans forward, his eyes sharp and his mouth pressed in a tight frown. “It would hardly do for you to quit now and disappoint a certain someone who has been waiting for you all this time!”

“I—” Athena stares at him, her mouth hanging open, but her breathing has begun to steady from moments ago, and she slowly straightens up, drawing her shoulders back from the way she curved in on herself.

“Ha!” Means’ laugh isn’t a very convincing one. “Isn’t this a precious little waste-of-time effort you’ve undertaken! But it is, I assure you, meaningless. You have nothing on me, and no plan to create anyone else’s guilt! Your case ends here.”

“Oh shut up,” Apollo says irritably, deciding that if Phoenix and Athena are going to be swearing in court on the regular now, he can definitely get away with that. Ignoring Means’ indignant sputtering, he turns back to Athena. “You okay?” She nods. “You’re doing fine, I promise. We’re still going to prove that the truth can win against people like him, all right?”

“But how?” Athena asks. “What am I supposed to do now, Apollo? He’s right, we don’t have any evidence against him!”

No evidence. That’s the problem that Phoenix kept running up against. What does it take to break an honest lawyer? For Phoenix, it was no evidence. But god damn it, Athena has only been a lawyer for six months and when Apollo had been a lawyer for six months, Phoenix gave him the Jurist System to solve that one particular issue. They don’t have the Jurist System now. They might never have it again. Evidence is everything now, and all Athena has is Apollo, and Apollo doesn’t even have a theory. If they can pull together a plausible theory, they can look for evidence in the places their theory maps out. But they need the theory.

“Take a deep breath,” he says - she’s started to look frantic again. Not on the cusp of breakdown, thankfully, but frantic, and that won’t help her think clearly. “And we’ll look back over the whole case. There’s still truth to be found, and I believe in you that you can find it.” The sickly expression remains on her face. Is there something he can do about that, too? “Hey, Athena. Remember what Mr Wright says?” That saying that she in particular so enthusiastically took to. “ ‘The worst of times—’”

“—‘force their biggest smiles’,” Athena finishes. Okay, so maybe they skipped a bit in the middle there. “Right. I’ve got it.” She shakes her head back, her ponytail swinging behind her shoulder, and props her hands on her hips. She doesn’t actually smile, which Apollo can’t blame her for, but even with Widget glowing bright fierce angry red, she appears more at ease than she has for a while. “Think it over.” She squeezes her eyes shut and her whole face scrunches in concentration.

The body was moved in the midst of the mock trial, but didn’t have to be moved far, because the murder took place on the stage and the body had to have been hidden on the stage. What was moved via the banner wire was the other statue, so that Means could draw attention to the body and have it discovered when he wanted it to be discovered. It had to have been on the stage, and it can’t have been suspicious. It’s possible that there could have been some other objects involved in stage-setup that would have been capable of storing a body, but if they weren’t on the stage when Phoenix and Athena got there, then Means had to move it away, and that would have increased the time he spent there and increased his chances of being caught. Seems unlikely that there was anything more. So then, what was on the stage when they got there? Apollo didn’t get much of a glimpse of the initial scene. The mockup benches on stage - what were those made of? Could they have hollowed-out insides, possible to be lifted and have a body dragged beneath? What did the rope bruises on Courte’s wrists mean?

Athena’s eyes snap open. “I’ve got it!” she says. “Apollo, you remember how when we were repairing the statues” - more like when she and Klavier were and Apollo was just kind of there, but sure - “and we couldn’t find any chunks of the boss’ statue large enough to put it back together?” He nods, with no idea where she’s going with this. “And the court will recall how remarkable a feat it seemed that Professor Means could finish the statue of Mr Wright so quickly, when it took Robin so much longer on the other statue. And I can tell you why that is!”

Yep, Apollo has no idea where this is going. “He never built the statue!” Athena continues triumphantly. “It was all an illusion - he hid the body by making it look like the statue of Mr Wright! And with the statues covered by cloth, no one would know what was actually beneath!”

“Wait, what?” Apollo asks.

“Now this will be interesting,” Blackquill says.

What Apollo has come to realize is that he could not be a prosecutor. Not for any reason of principles - arrests have to be made, people are guilty of crimes, and an honest prosecutor is as important to the pursuit of justice as an honest defense attorney, even if both seem in unfortunately short supply these days - but because the prosecution don’t seem to be able to operate with a co-counsel. The closest they get is working as a team with the same detective, and that wouldn’t suit Apollo. What he needs is someone at the bench with him who can come up with utterly batshit theories that escaped his brain because they were, as stated, utterly batshit.

This is going in his journal as the weirdest thing he’s done in a trial. Because certainly weirder things have happened in trials - Kristoph’s shimmering, flickering glamour as it broke, or Blackquill starting to transform to a nine-tailed fox - but Apollo did not hold an active part in those incidents. Apollo is taking a very active role in helping to turn Athena into a sheet-covered statue mockup of the corpse at the crime scene.

Apollo is actively facilitating Athena’s outlandish theory - and less outlandish every second judging from Means’ face, furious instead of laughing it off. The trial takes a ten minute recess to hunt down the props that Athena will need to display her theory: a large sheet, a chair, some rope, and just in case, some duct tape. It feels like preparation for one of Trucy's tricks but if she were here it would be easy, and the Magic Panties would provide, but instead Apollo breathlessly rushes back into the courtroom at the end of ten minutes with a large pink sheet that’s going to have to work one way or another.

What is a co-counsel for but to help you fill in the gaps of your mad ventures? Athena figures out why the professor’s hands were tied and how they were positioned behind her head; Apollo reminds her that Courte had an arrow sticking out of her body and duct-tapes it to her side; they test those two facts together and find that the arrow isn’t long enough to make a convincing statue arm, but Athena notices that Means’ staff certainly could have. Reluctantly, Means hands it over; Athena holds it in place and Apollo shakes out the sheet to toss over her head again. Somehow even that is an ordeal. She got stuck in it last time she removed it, to swap the arrow for the staff, and now Apollo can barely get it tossed up over her head. Fabric doesn’t throw very well. He shakes it out and tries again and this time a cold gust of wind catches beneath it, billowing it upward spread like a parachute to drape neatly over Athena’s head.

Apollo glances at Blackquill. He has stood silent watching - it seems promising that he hadn’t been heckling them - and his arms are crossed, but he slowly lowers the hand he had just slightly raised up off from where it rested on his upper arm, like he made a little wave to direct the wind. Seeing Apollo watching him, he raises an eyebrow.

The courthouse has time and again seen manic laughter within its walls. Athena’s at least is different, triumphant, from underneath the pink sheet where her hands behind her head make the form of a large spiky head of hair, and the staff an extended pointing objection arm. All they’ll need to do now is test the staff for traces of blood, and Means’ guilt will be ascertained.

The proud, proud professor falls apart the way criminals all do, begging and pleading and wheedling for a way out, any loophole or last desperate reason that it isn’t them; cursing the names of everyone involved in their downfalls, everyone but themselves. And Means falls apart, literally, his words becoming more incoherent in his desperation, until they don’t sound like any words of any language Apollo has ever heard. They’re just noises from a man who has finally lost at every game he has played for years, and his voice grows softer and the clack of his teeth together, a horrid sound that makes Apollo acutely aware of all of the nerves in his own teeth that would be giving him pain if he were the one doing that.

He should just steel himself for what Clay calls “Fair Folk fuckery” at the end of every trial. He should expect it by now. And maybe he does, but with the myriad possibilities of their curses and consequences playing out, how does he brace himself when he doesn’t know what’s coming?

He assumes this is fae. What else could it be? Maybe an accident, the first time that Means’ mouth snaps shut and then he opens it and there is blood on his teeth and a chipped white piece of one falling into his hand. Maybe he just spent most of his life putting too much stress on those bones and one of them was already breaking apart before today. But without catalyst a second tooth cracks apart and drops from his open mouth, and another, and Apollo glances away from the spectacle, can’t close out of his mind the blood streaming down Means’ teeth.

“Ugh,” Widget groans, and Athena presses a hand over her mouth. Juniper, sickly green, covers her eyes with her hands. Only Blackquill has the stomach to not turn away, his narrowed eyes fixed on the witness stand and gleaming silver, equally cold and piercing as the yellow glare of the hawk on his shoulder.

#roddy fanfics #fic: the witches of los angeles

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mysteriouslypeculiar · 4 years ago

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Dystopia novel?

yeah! I’m writing a book! I’ve had the idea since sixth grade (seven years now!) and I’ve written multiple different drafts of it, but the basic premise and plot has stayed the same.

However, last night (or really, this morning) at around 1 am, I decided to, yet again, change the pov. So I had to rewrite it. And then, I started renaming things. And while I was renaming things, I changed the main character’s name. My writer friend was live texted the whole time as she got to watch the cogs in my brain start turning in real-time.

Basic premise of the book: there’s a city that survived an apocalypse that decimated everything outside their walls. They are the only ones left on their continent, maybe the only in the world. And so, they built up their walls, enclosing the society in a dome with a glass top, focused on forming a self-sufficient society. The society is entirely focused on innovation and advancement, to ensure that they’re ready for whatever could happen next.

To ensure that everyone’s individual potential is maximized, the jobs are separated into divisions, named Affinities. There are seven Affinities, with a floor of the city dedicated to each. I’ll put more about each in the read more because it’s long.

Plot: Phoenix lost her parents and her memories to an accident that wouldn’t have happened if she had just listened. She didn’t have to go after them. Didn’t have to always play the hero. But she did. And now they’re gone. And she doesn’t even remember them.

As she’s trying to piece together her rapidly returning memories, her friends are trying to convince her to lead their rebellion.

I’ve made a personality quiz for the book that has extra lore with an interactive twist.

Selling point: it’s gay. it’s diverse. none of the main characters are cishet. All of them are disabled and/or neurodivergent.

The main character has my own personal experience with memory loss. (not via an accident, but I have a memory issue that causes me to have huge chunks of time completely blacked out. I just don’t have access to those memories.)

Okay so here’s where it gets a little bit like Divergent but please trust me it’s literally NOT Divergent and that book wasn’t even a thing in my school when I started writing the first draft of this book okay?

Amicable

The human-touch.

In our city of robots and enhanced technology, Amicable are our nurses, teacher’s assistants, spa technicians, and other such jobs. They have the floor below Bellance. This floor is the main hub of activity. The school is located here, as well as the hospital, daycare, spa, library, and recreation center. It is, by far, our busiest Division.

Agricola

The farmers, and the main merchants.

They sell the everyday necessities, and provide materials to the other Divisions as needed.They have the top floor, with a domed glass top to allow sun to shine onto the farm in the center. The market stands and stores surround the farm, blocking the view of the plants from those who are not in Agricola.

Bellance

The beautiful.

While everyone in our city is beautiful, Bellance makes a job out of it. They are our actors, singers, and models. They have their own stores, separate from Agricola, that sell luxury items, such as expensive clothes or furniture. However, they do not sell the necessary daily items. Those can be found in Agricola. Their floor is under Agricola, and is full of nightlife.

Kingspin

The leaders.

Our government, the leaders, lawyers, bankers, and realtors. They have the floor above Innovation. This floor holds the courtrooms, and other governmental functions. We are governed through a Legislature, where most of those tested into Kingspin work. Houses are bought through the government, which is why realtors work in Kingspin.

Innovation

The Inventive.

One of our most esteemed Divisions, Innovation holds our scientists and researchers. Our smartest citizens live and work in Innovation, ensuring that our city stays up and running, constantly evolving to maximize potential. They have the floor above Valiance. Due to it’s academic rigor, Innovation has its own college to teach and train incoming Innovators. Most of their floor is top secret, however they do occasionally hold seminars in their college that are open to the public.

Valiance

Our guards.

They are our sentries, protecting us from the inside and out. They have the bottom-most floor. Unless they are visiting family, no one outside of Valiance wants to spend a lot of time on their floor. The jails and detention facilities are down there.

(acab!!!! don’t worry a major plot point in this is them dismantling both Valiance and Kingspin. Fuck cops. Cops and government stinky corrupt.)

This isn’t like the Christian Myers-Briggs that Trisscuit had going on in D*vergent. I swear. Listen, listen. It makes sense. I promise. And also the plot and story line and society are entirely different and I’ve been working on this for a long time and it’s really diverse and it’s written by a queer, disabled, not-christian non-binary person. This isn’t your mom’s dystopian novel.

If you read this, I love you. I will share the google docs with you if you want to read what I have. I will go o f f if you want to hear about the lore I’ve written for this book. I will scream about the characters and the intricacies I’ve given them. I have so little written but so much developed. I know what I want to happen. It just hasn’t happened yet.

#Anonymous #asks!#gimme notes #the protagonist is white but that's because I'm white and I don't want to write someone else's story #but FUCK if I'm not going to include people in my story #please I will go off about this book #my own book series is my favorite series and I think that's pretty sexy of me #did NOT expect to take this long to answer this ask #i stared at it for an hour and then saved it so that I could answer it later #it's taken me an hour to write this response #it's probably riddled with spelling errors but that's because it's 1:40 am and I'm illiterate #and unfortunate trait for a writer to have #I just like the clicky clack sound my keyboard makes :)#okay posting now

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lemedy · 7 years ago

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I mean, like....I do keep meaning to write up a post about HOW I FEEL ABOUT AA6, and every time I do that I never end up writing the damn thing, so here’s the quick dirty version:

ACE ATTORNEY 6: I GUESS ALL THE GAMES ARE ABOUT APOLLO NOW.

THE GOOD

- I whinge but also: Apollo is my baby chicken lawyer son, I love him, so it’s not like I’m DISPLEASED with him hogging the main story

- actual character development for Trucy

- bonding between Apollo and Athena because they are best fucking friends, you hear me, they are BEST FRIENDS and not a Friday goes past where they’re not taking shots at the local shitty bar, talking shit about everyone and everything

- Rayfa’s entire existence

- I ended up liking Dhurke much more than I thought I would? I THOUGHT HE WAS GOING TO BE AN ASSHOLE LIKE 100% OF THE GRAMARYES..but no, he’s a Good Dad who wants the best for his two idiot sons....so of course he went and died and broke mine and Apollo’s hearts

- Miles is basically just fanservice at this point, but I give zero fucks, and I guess he and Nick are just bloody married at this point, THEY NEVER STOP FLIRTING

- MAYA FINALLY MET APOLLO AND ATHENA AND IT WAS PERFECT. Maya IMMEDIATELY giving Apollo shit, and teaming up with Athena is exact and correct and RIGHT and thank you for that, writers

- All of the cases were legit fun. No dreaded ‘circus’ cases here, I had a lot of joy in investigating and working out shit in every case’s court sessions.

THE BAD AND THE UGLY

- OKAY THIS IS POSSIBLY GOING TO BE A SOMEWHAT CONTROVERSIAL OPINION, BUT: this game has a real fucking love of either resetting Phoenix’s character development (he apparently learned nothing from the Matt Engarde drama), or dumbing him down in order to prop up Apollo, who is very obviously the main character of this game

- sorry, not sorry, but it’s absolutely a thing

- the whole Phoenix vs Apollo in court is a complete waste, because while it should be a sweet moment when Apollo finally surpasses his boss, it’s really....not, when the whole thing is being manipulated because someone’s blackmailing Nick. Didn’t feel like a victory for Apollo at all

- when will these games stop treating Maya as the goddamn damsel in distress

- It is extremely grating that Capcom has invented a brother for Apollo and made the game’s main plot be all about reconnecting with his brother - WHEN THE APOLLO + TRUCY PLOTLINE IS STILL UNRESOLVED. HAS BEEN FOR SEVERAL GAMES NOW. HE ALREADY HAS A GODDAMN SISTER, CAPCOM, CAN WE PLEASE FOCUS ON THAT FIRST

- there is literally nothing likeable about Nahyuta. At all.

- he has like one slightly endearing cute moment in the epilogue, but other than that? Dude is just supremely an asshole, is boring, is not endearing at all. Did not and do not give any fucks about him

- Which is unfortunate for me, because do you know who the real main character in AA6 is? NAHYUTA. Do you know who shows up more than anyone else? NAHYUTA. He’s the only goddamn character to show up in every case, a fact that makes me roll my eyes so much that I am flying into fucking space

Overall? Enjoyed it, I really did. But that’s not really saying much when I enjoy pretty much the entire franchise. I’ll make a call and say that it’s my second least favourite game in the series, beaten only by Apollo Justice.

Now. Capcom.

GIVE ATHENA HER OWN GODDAMN GAME.

#lemedy plays spirit of justice #lawyer game blogging

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pinksweatergettingbetter · 7 years ago

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warning, the following has mainly snarky (and possibly furious) opinions on Spirit of Justice. Reader discretion is advised.

Trucy, you don’t need to take sides. There’s one side. The truth. And both Apollo and Phoenix are on that side.

They’re not at the same bench but they’re on the same team. It’s gonna be ok.

“I’m sorry too, little lady! this is all my fault..”

Oh so trucy gets an apology, but not Apollo? cool cool whatever

Trucy, if Phoenix and Apollo become bitter enemies over a property dispute then they weren’t really all that close to begin with.

Dhurke: invalides trucy’s feelings while simultaneously spouting more of his Manly Man shit

“one minute we’re trading blows, and the next, we’re having drinks together”

well if that’s his mentality i can see why he thinks its ok do be an utter fuckwad to everyone

“We’re simple creatures at heart! Hah-hahahaha!”

yes... men are so simple at heart... they’re just a bunch of neanderthals... thanks Dhurke, truly you are the way to the future.

To be honest, I am glad that this is a civil case. When I first saw the publicity I was sure they’d made Phoenix a prosecutor for no reason and I was furious.

I’m not super glad at the way things turned out but at least the bullshit counter didn’t go into the red and explode.

Phew. I’m actually sighing in relief here. Maybe I can pretend what follows is all a friendly game or something.

Aww; poor Judgey’s confused :(

...they seriously don’t need to have a falling out to be on the opposite side of a courtroom. Lawyers face each other all the time.

They don’t have to hate each other, they just have to keep things professional, otherwise they’d cause a conflict of interest. Like... it’s not ideal but tbh it’s more a danger to their clients than each other.

Y’know, I’m gonna dare to be optimistic here; as much as I hate this storyline and most people in it, this is actually an interesting and character-developing scenario.

Apollo has to face off against his mentor, the guy who... well I’d say Kristoph taught him all his tricks, but Phoenix was a sort of moral guiding force, I guess. Apollo standing up and holding his own against a superior is a legitimate way to show that he’s come into his own. Plus, since it’s not framed in a negative light (or at least, it shouldn’t be) it’s more impactful than phoenix being straight up evil since that would make it easy to take him down. This is a contest between two people who simply happen to be on opposite sides of the chess board. Again, it’s a pretty legit way to show Apollo’s growth.

...that said, I just wish it wasn’t happening after zero character build up and a heaping serving of bullshit. :T

Oh well. At least they got something right.

it is pretty hilarious how much they’re trying to up the drama though. it’s not that deep, guys

I guess Atishon just doesn’t have legs

[snerk] his shitty speeches are actually kinda funny. ...if a little cliché.

...he’s standing... but I'm still not ruling out that he’s legless...

Tbh, even though Atishon is clearly lying, the fact that Datz basically threatened the orb out of Buff does make this kind of in their favour.

...Apollo, don’t overcomplicate the case. All you have to do is prove that it’s not the crystal and you can have it.

Reasons Apollo would make a good rebel: He doesn’t blab his rebelness all over the place for no reason.

SEXY PAN UP SHOT FOR MS. SKYE

nice ankles, ms skye.

“Ema..?”

“Use some manners, we’re in court”

thats not the way you acted the last time you were called as his witness :/

whoa seriously whats with the sudden crazy 180 for Ema? Yeah, she’s grumpy, but suddenly she’s acting like Apollo’s some rude little shit off the street. Why is she upset that he’s going up against Phoenix? Why does he need to apologize? JUST BEING ON OPPOSITE ENDS OF THE COUTROOM DOESN’T MAKE YOU ENEMIES.

or did the SOJ team forget the lessons we learned in the trilo–– oh who am i kidding they’ve never even laid eyes on those.

“You’ll never get the job done with that attitude. Take it from someone who’s been there” Been where???? Been where, Ema?????? what the fuck are you talking about what is going on

haha the fey statue and the urn were ‘stolen’, huh? yeah. stolen from a better game.

pfft. So Buff’s some Kaitou Kid type, huh?

y’know ive been neglecting to mention it but have you noticed how much they skimp on animation compared to DD? DD had like 20 tiny animated cutscenes, and SOJ has one lame one at the beginning of each case to set it up. I can’t believe they even slashed the animation budget.

has anyone noticed how unfocused 3D phoenix looks. he looks like he’s just. staring out into space.

i love they don’t use gendered pronouns to refer to Buff’s kid. Remember the last time they did that? Mr. Andrews......

“I was shocked to see the urn that came from Kurain in Kurain”

anyway quit referencing actually good games, SOJ. Back to the shame corner for you.

oh COME ON. How do you steal a fucking wall relief?!

and he really couldn’t just get a fucking permit? what the fuck is this

“but good intentions are no get-out-of-jail-free-card”

they are a sentence-lightening card, though! either way, this is one of the things i like most about AA. No matter how good your intentions were you still dont get away with cold-blooded murder.

OR KIDNAPPING, AURA. HAVE FUN IN JAIL YOU SHITTY EXCUSE FOR LESBIAN REPRESENTATION.

every single theft of an artifact can be attributed to Dr. Buff. every single one.

alright, so we’re back to that whole ‘missing object report’. Thing is, unless there really IS a Crystal of Ami Fey, this wouldn’t work out. Atishon has to provide evidence that he owned the item, or that it existed in the first place. If this crystal turns out to be made up I’m gonna pitch a fuckin fit.

Don’t disappoint me, SOJ.

“Wimperson”

ah, SOJ, with all the comedic genius of a third-grader.

...to be fair i could say the same about Larry but i like larry and AA1. and it also plays into his phrase-thingy!

seriously. gimme pics of the crystal or we’re gonna have some serious problems.

“So how do you know this item is the thing he’s looking for”

“he said so”

THATS. NOT EVIDENCE.

oh judge, your oldness never ceases to be to be enjoyable

(that wasn’t sarcasm btw i love that dumb running gag)

seeing phoenix scream from the opposite side of the table is very enjoyable. just because i love seeing phoenix scream but also like having that scream not mean something bad for my case.

i get to have my cake and eat it too! <3

um i dont think you can put dashes in email addresses.

“Don’t tell me!”

“Oh, but I will anyway.”

I love Apollo so, so much.

so you looked far enough into this that you tried to hack his computer but you’ll accept “its mine cause i said so” as concrete proof of something??

“Maybe the recipient of the email was a dog lover!”

he might be on the other side with the kid gloves off but phoenix is still Phoenix “a baseball also has stitches” Wright.

fuck. he walks to the bench. he cant not have legs.

...but maybe........

what the fuck

Atishon has the same birthday as my dad

DISGUSTING

oh my god, seeing phoenix /sweating/ on the other side is even more surreal

i also love that everyones making ‘politicians are gross’ jokes willynilly but they all forget that they’re Criminal Defence Lawyers

“This is... Quite... a thing... you’ve said”

I'm wheezing

this is turning out to be way funnier than i expected

please SOJ I'm having fun don’t stop me now

i mean he has a point. if Atishon leant the item to Bluff to study that still means that Atishon owned it in the first place.

HOWEVER, WHERE THE FUCK IS THE PROOF OF THE ORIGINAL ITEM IN ANY WAY RESEMBLING WHAT WE’VE GOT HERE.

its so weird to see phoenix on the wrong side of the bench that i keep getting his voice wrong when i read him out loud. i keep making him sound deep and authoritative instead of... well, how he usually sounds.

“Well, grandchildren ARE meant to be spoiled... I mean, that’s what grandfathers are for!”

judgeyyyyyyyyy

im crying

ema: can i fuck off now

“lets get more info on the crystal”

FINALLY. thank you, athena.

NO, NOT ITS HISTORY, DAMNIT

PROVE THAT IT EXISTS AND YOU OWNED IT.

“back in the old country”

...england..?

pft i though his testimony said “The Hilarious History” instead of illustrious history and i was so ready

“he protected the spirit mediums, a minority back then, from the rest of the locals”

well thats a big fat lie because

A) Kurain village is build on mediums

B) no way the Fey clan would allow a male ruler

we could reaaaaaaaallly use some photo evidence, Atishon.

“One Ives Shineto”

ok what the FUCK. where the hell are all the women?! HEY. SOJ TEAM. DID YOU EVEN GLANCE AT THE oh of course you didnt fuck meeeeeeeeee

also whats that pun

FFFF PHOENIX YA LIL SHIT

“The transformation the mediums underwent when channeling spirits frightened the locals”

i am glad to know changing your entire bone structure is as scary looking as it sounds. of course, i doubt people would be frightened for too long when they were talking to deceased loved ones.

i must say they did do a good job writing Atishon’s lines.

“The Kurain channeling technique is known to have originated from Kooraheen, and Ami was said to travel there to train”

No, Ami invented the technique, and according to your backstory, she lived there first. Can you even keep your own facts straight?

I mean, apart from all this being bullshit and i hate it.

i legit cant believe it took THAT LONG for phoenix to point out the fact that the handover agreement was signed under duress.

that'd be like, the first thing i pointed out.

...ah, there it is. I knew this couldn't stay a happy little civil case for long. Here comes the murder.

Also, really Phoenix? You didn’t bring up the fact that he might have been killed any earlier too?

Now that theyre bringing up the pile of books, I realize how ridiculous it is that there were so many of them on the ground. Pulling out one book might dislodge one or two next to it, but not the entire shelf. For the books to have fallen like that, they would have needed to have been shoved from the other side, or for the shelf to have listed forwards. neither of those things are possible. and nobody noticed this?!

i mean the only reason i didnt think about it was because i knew this was murder from the start.

Man, Phoenix, with all your “with respect for the dead” talk, it sure did take you a while to bring up the fact that you knew he was murdered and the police should probably be getting on that right now.

>edit: Actually I just realized how despicable that is; keeping the fact that this was murder secret just to use it later on as a quick bargaining chip in your civil case.

Hey capcom? You can screw up the series all you like but FUCK you for making Phoenix a skeezy piece of shit on par with the likes of von Karma. Because you know who else withholds information that sensitive for such a petty reason? MANFRED VON KARMA.

Fuck you, capcom, fuck you, fuck you, FUCK you.

“Did you forget who you were up against, Mr. Justice?”

All I do is hurl baseless accusations!!

wow the second this turned into murder i just got tired of this case. Also, Phoenix, you better back your butt back to your seat. Being a murder case, this requires a prosecutor... something that you are not.

theres AN AUTOPSY REPORT. WHY ISNT THIS A SEPARATE TRIAL. THIS SHOULD BE A SEPARATE TRIAL; THIS SHOULD BE BEING... TRIAL-ED IN ANOTHER COURTROOM. you can reference it, and use it as evidence, BUT YOU CAN’T JUST COMBINE THEM.

Damnit, Capcom, I TOLD YOU NOT TO DISAPPOINT ME.

BUT YA JUST COULDN’T HELP IT, COULD YOU.

...Datz is in the gallery... But he was just in jai–– fuck it whatever

ok now that this is a murder trial Atishon’s non-answers aren’t funny anymore, theyre ANNOYING. I WANT THIS SHIT TO BE OVER AS FAST AS POSSIBLE. YAP ME A CONTRADICTION OR I’LL CRAM YOUR BELOVED PLAQUE UP YOUR POLITICALLY INEPT ASS.

“Try me, o lord of plebs”

its been a long time since any meme-y type person has called someone else a pleb... please try to keep up, SOJ.

i love that phoenix, at the end of each statement, politely states “get the fuck on with it, asshat”

why the fuck did he

fall asleep what

OOO THE JUDGE YELL

AW YEA

“What did I ever do to deserve this?”

you existed in the first place, Apollo. I’m sorry.

No.............

I do not like that Phoenix used the phrase, “Witness, I think it’s time for you to come clean.”

You know who uses phrases like that.

Assholes.

“You should know I always come fully prepared, Justice!”

( buy it, buy it, buy it, buy it––)

...Right, so Phoenix isn’t a prosecutor but he sure as hell has been doing a lot of prosecutorial things. Calling all the witnesses, explaining the case, etc.

Oh and he and and Atishon still didn’t tell anybody that Buff was most likely murdered right off the bat so ffffffuck you capcom

Fuck you, Datz. Stop laughing and fucking focus on the fact that you’ve been accused of murder and it’s kinda tough on your ol’ pal Apoll– oh wait silly me i forgot none of you give a rats ass about him. All you do is laugh and eat and sit around waiting for Sadmad to come home.

“Better brace yourself, son”

Hey guess what Dad warranty expires if you haven’t made or tried to make contact in 20 years so get that word out of your nasty mouth, Dhurke.

“Worried this might make a rift between you two...

...and that you might then leave the agency”

haha

“Hahaha. She has an active imagination”

hahahah

hahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahhAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA

“...Nothing a little persuasion couldn’t handle.”

Capcom. If it was something douchey. I will tear you in half.

SEXY PAN UP SHOT FOR

robot guy

i remember when i used to be excited for each new case. now I'm just scared what new horrors the next will bring.

hang on why does the drone not have a special sound font? if it didnt disguise the operator’s voice it would be kind of obvious who they were...

HOLY SHIT MISSILES

SO... THE WHOLE “BOMBS IN THE COURTROOM ARE HORRIFIC THING” FROM DD IS JUST FORGOTTEN, HUH??

hang on.

“Capitalist pig; I’ll turn you into pork stroganoff”

is “Sarge” legit Russian, then? That explains the “Komandir” thing. Shit, I have to change my voice.

ok so Sarge is written with an American Sargent phonetic accent, but uses Russian rankings and seems to be communist. What am I missing???

“I guess he does dress like he’s in the military...”

hes a paratrooper!!! why dont you know that? i thought you grew up with him.

“That’s true. Papa didn’t keep our house locked up.”

...the... archeologist... with a house full of priceless treasures... didn’t lock his fucking doors.

hey congrats for trusting the mediums and all but guess what? thats irresponsible as fuck and incredibly stupid for a supposed thief so I'm kinda surprised it took you this long to be discovered/bumped off.

those have got to be nerf bullets cause firing a GUN in court is just fucking ridiculous. like too far for Ace Attorney. Melee weapons, ok. Long range firearms? No.

...Though... Note to self... Next time, when creating parody prosecutor, you now have legit grounds to just give him a fucking gun........

“Sorry, but I’m afraid lawyers are missile-proof.”

Note to self. Upgrade gag prosecutor to missile launcher.

ooh, i see this drone is in the same vein as the Assassin’s Radio.

“Courtroom warriors don’t use guns or missiles, because evidence is our weapon of choice!”

Ahah! THATS why prosecutors are so violent. They never have any evidence to back up their assertions so they just fuckin ASSAULT people.

i... had a little chuckle at ‘truth bomb’

“What’s with him and Siberia of all places?”

Well context wise it seems he's some kind of... Defected-to-communist American?

Huh. Athena’s powers must be based purely on sound waves then. Interesting.

Anyway, it’s mood matrix time! Hooray!!! I’ve warmed a lot to the Mood Matrix to be honest. I like the glowy lights.

I’m gonna make a guess right now that something was on fire. Cause thats some PTSD shit right there.

pfft the gallery was so on board with their new judge overlord. Also thank goodness this is Ace Attorney and this shit is allowed to fly, cause you’d get your ass handed to you if you tried this in real court, pal.

Um, I wouldn’t dig any deeper if sarge is still in such a state. It’s not... safe. Either that or you best hope that thing’s bottomless magazine has run out. Plus, I love that whoever’s watching over the actual Sarge in the Lobby hasn’t tried to stop them when they noticed them SCREAMING AND PRESSING THE ‘FIRE’ BUTTON REPEATEDLY.

Or they’ve left Sarge unattended and the Dark Age of the law isn't over because it was an omnipresent thing to begin with...

its ok, game. contrary to what you think, you did write Sarge’s backstory in a memorable enough way for me to remember it up until now.

Huh.

HUH.

So... the person involved in writing Ace Attorney Investigations... Has written a sequence in which we must burn evidence to prove a point, huh?

DONT YOU HINT AT ME, GAME

that solemn moment of reflection doesn’t include Phoenix cause he’s over behind his desk bawling his eyes out

“I’LL BE YOUR NEW PAPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

actually Athena’s got a point. Her tragic backstory is much more similar to Sarge’s than Apollo’s. She can properly relate to losing one’s last family member in a horrific way.

S––

Well, considering her age, Cutesie Pan-up shot for Armie.

Apollo’s having serious Robin Newman flashbacks right about now

ahhhhhhhhhh. her mom was Russian. It all makes sense. Tbh just for now, forgetting everything else, this kind of does feel like an old case. I’m at peace... for now.

i guess it’s less of an orb and more of some kind of lantern then. Cause you can’t really burn a crystal

unless its

whitcrystal

hahah

hahahahahahahhaha

so far I'm ranking the cases from best to worst: Magical, This part of Revolution, Foreign, Rite and Storyteller.

sgsjgsjsjjs athena’s INTENSE LOOK OF HUNGER as Apollo burns the orb

“I wanna see me some sweet mama goddess”

damn shit thats her face

thats uh

ohhhh

oh i see. I was wondering what the ‘great power’ the orb could bestow upon people was, and now I realize that since it depicts her face, if someone knows her name, they could channel her. And since she's basically an actual goddess that would bestow some serious power.

not bad, not bad at all.

i know i highly dislike Kooraheen but i legit feel kinda blessed

“The issue is crystal clear”

*seals phoenix’s fate with a fucking pun*

dont keep saying “did we just win” before the verdict is handed down, you'll jinx it.

oh hey, blackmail. its like a perfect reenactment of Capcom getting Phoenix to sign onto this sequel.

Phoenix: According to the legend, once the founder returned... She would bestow spiritual power onto the person who solved the riddle.

Apollo: ...Y-youre kidding, right?!

[Apollo looks flummoxed, the gallery whispers. We cut back to Phoenix’s smirk, and then––”

???: Phoenix... Just give it up.

[Phoenix screams in shock. We pan back to Apollo......... Who now has D-Cup breasts and a very familiar face.]

/...i wish.

legit tho i cant believe he's trying to pull this. I'm cackling

this is the lawyeriest lawyer ploy ive ever seen

“What’s gotten into him?”

bad writing.

sdsgsdhjafhgj EVEN THE JUDGE IS CALLING BULLSHIT IM CRYI

(sigh) i guess we’re really gonna have to finish this, aren’t we. oh well. on we go! let’s forge ahead!

y’know i just remembered that Pearl appeared like, once in this. Was that her only part? I guess she just existed to remind us that Kurain village used to have girls in it.

noooooooo fuuuuuuuuuuck

i really hope the contradiction doesn’t require pressing because i aint sitting thru this fuck’s antics again.

it has rounded corners.

and its huge.

phoenix and apollo’s objections are too similar, i can never tell who’s screaming.

“There haven't been many murders there, I take it”

well........ not “many”

i love that Atishon pledges to banish murdeer from Kurain village and Apollo is all “yea good luck with that” like Murder is inevitable, even in a tiny village like Kurain.

Thats. kinda terrifying.

...though considering the way Kurain is...

i cant tell phoenix and apollo’s voices apart (sigh)

i never know whose objecting

Phoenix: my client couldn't have viewed the murder directly from where he said he was, but the fact remains that he had inside knowledge of said crime!

...phoenix, you’re just trying to help apollo along, right? you didnt seriously believe that that sounded positive to your case, instead of Shady as Fuck, right??

“You talk big, Mr. Justice, but do you have what it takes?”

he just finished telling Phoenix he was about to put what Phoenix taught him into practice. Phoenix should be swallowing a lump in his throat and trying not to cry of pride right now.

“that suitcase could be a weapon anyone could use!”

yeah... yeah! even someone in a wheelchair!! oh wait wrong case.

..........but we still have someone in a wheelchair

a 3D crimscene view

haven't seen that shit since AAAJ

‘THAT SHITSTAIN ON THE BOOK PROVES HE WAS HAVIN THE COFFEE SQUIRTS, CASE CLOSED BOYS”

sorry i just felt like being vulgar

“and there it is, the final excuse cornered killers are so fond of”

holy shit

i love apollo

phoenix shut up please, just shut up

let it end

let me rest

oh wait

ah here we go.

“hes a bright young politician with a future ahead of him, its in our nations best interests to avoid burdening him with the taint of scandal”

hey, uh Enshiro

ill never forgive you for putting those words in Phoenix Wright’s mouth

“Lawyer! Do something! Or a bad thing will happen to ‘her’!”

no? nobody else heard that incredibly obvious threat? nobodys gonna

“whats he talking about? well, i can ponder that later. for now...”

FUCK

YOU

DO YOU HAVE A BRAIN THAT IS CONNECTED TO YOUR FUCKING EARS?!

HOW THICK HEADED DO YOU HAVE TO FFUCKING BE TO NOT RECOGNIZE A GODDAMN THREAT WHEN YOU HEAR ONE YOU

YOU

YOU PUTRID PICKLED RED PEPPER?!?!??!?!

Athena: oh yeah i also heard Atishon making blatant threats at Phoenix but meh, phoenix made me pinky swear not to tell.

I’m not shitting a lung in fury, I’m just getting rid of an organ i dont need through the nearest available passage. I’m perfectly calm and not cursing this game, Eshiro and his entire team to the pits of their own stupid made up hell.

“I had no idea. This must’ve been excruciating for him.”

i wanted to write a sarcastic jingle but i had trouble coming up with rhymes, so the blunt bottom line is:

when you’re not good at writing, simply steal clever and impactful plots from previous iterations so that you’ll seem clever and exciting

i mean

nobody even remembers Farewell my Turnabout anymore, right????

what the fuck is his deal with being king

OH SHUT UP DURKE

GO FUCK YOURSELF

think youre gonna steal Franziska and Mia’s thunder????????????? no

you aren’t a fucking fraction of an inch as cool as either of them.

“he’s saved my neck so many times”

when

“where there’s a will, there’s a way”

how about where theres a whip, theres a better game?

“wait................... maybe we can summon the founder now that we can see her face??”

aww. you got there in the end, didnt you apollo.

...that doesnt automatically spare Maya’s life. Pearl is also a spirit medium. And i’m fairly certain there are other–– oh wait SOJ retconned that neverMIND

anyway, Atishon could still bump Maya off and then force Pearl to channel Mamma Kooraheen

OH MY GOD HE JUST BROUGHT UP PEARL

WHY PEOPLE ARE SO STUPID

WIMPERSON BROUGHT UP PEARL

THE IDIOT VILLAIN BROUGHT UP THE FLAW IN YOUR BRILLIANT PLAN

GSEGFISGUILSGIULSGUI;SRHG

“pearl wouldn't help you if anything happened to maya”

um. you morons think he’d politely ask her to help??? he's already kidnapped someone and threatened their death?? he and his founder aren't above torture or blackmail????????????

you FUCKING MORONS

why even bother resigning? just do what you did before and let him go to jail.

...this’d better just be a lead up to his breakdown animation

YOU COCKSUCKING FUCKSTAINS JUST END IT ALREADY

END IT END IT END IT EDN TI EDNEI HDFI HSRLG SIHFLIHIR HF;LIVHLSIRHIGHISRHOVGLORIH’WI’HSGOI’WSGZIHSI

“if only you'd been smart enough to kill the girl, too...”

wow

...what the fuck

well that was... interesting.

i cant even celebrate Phoenix congratulating Apollo, I'm just so tired

there are like 85 sarcastic remarks i could make but I'm just so exhausted

yay we got the orb

dootdootdoot dootdootdoot

even the judge doesnt want to have anything more to do with this.

im right there with ya judgey

“All I can say is, thats my boy!”

NO, YOU DONT GET TO CLAIM PARENTAL PRIDE OF THIS KID

HES NOT YOUR BOY

YOU BARELY RAISED HIM

GO HOME AND DO YOUR SHITTY COUP

“Still, its kinda nice to be appreciated”

if only you actually were, Apollo

yeah, thought so... ill bet they dont even channel her. cop out.

“tsk, thats no fun” indeed, trucy

i love how nobodys like “OK WHERE’S MAYA??? IS SHE OK???”

its fine her whereabouts are unknown and the last info on her was just that her life was in danger

pfffff

its alright, Armie has a place at the WAO

"i knew if i admitted i could walk, id have to leave the house”

uh honey newsflash: you can leave the house in a wheelchair too. I'm pretty sure your dad would let you stay inside anyway

christ how fucking corny can you get. I CAN WALK AGAIN. why dont we just have Tiny Tim in here throwing away his crutch and dancing a fucking jig

see, there we are. Maya’s still in danger you fuck wits.

and part one is over, folks! i am pooped. and furious.

till next time.

#sulking over SOJ #im so.... i #this fucking game good christ this fucking game

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softedgeworth · 8 years ago

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Surrender the Land

Oneshot of a canon divergence from the 1001 times AU of @matsuorka . Word of God says it’ll never happen, so, enjoy this narumitsu pocket universe. You can find it here on AO3. My thanks to matsuorka for letting me share in her story adventure, being ever enthusiastic and supportive, and for letting me touch her stuff.

Characters: Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth

Summary: “I suppose that friends should expect to know about things that are significant to each others’ lives, things that shaped their lives.” He looked to the fire, the ceiling, the priceless art on the walls, anywhere but to his friend standing silhouetted by the fireplace. (Words: 2,681)

It started one evening as they sat beside the fireplace.

Phoenix had appeared in the cold spring dusk to knock on Edgeworth's door. Edgeworth opened it to the monochrome purple twilight outside, and Phoenix with his arms crossed against the chill on his doorstep.

"It's me again!" said Wright in that corny absurd way which made Edgeworth want to snicker. Instead, he rolled his eyes and fought down his smile. "Is now a good time to visit?"

Edgeworth regarded him, and stepped aside to let him in. "Wright, of course I knew it was you. That was why we agreed upon the knock, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember," he answered, coming inside. He uncrossed his arms and took off his jacket as Edgeworth closed and locked the door again. "It's nippy here in the evening, isn't it?"

Edgeworth was accustomed to these inane comments of Wright's, his statements that didn't really make sense or serve any purpose. Wright had told him they were called 'small talk' in the slang of the future. Though he disliked the pointless exchange of information, he also had to admit that it was pleasant.

"Winter's cold still hasn't surrendered the land," Edgeworth said. "And you never seem to dress sensibly enough for your travels."

The two made more small talk as they went over to the hearth and took their comfortable places. Edgeworth slipped the book he'd been reading into the pile on the side table, and added another log to the fire. When he was done, Wright moved his chair closer to the fireplace, facing it at an angle.

Edgeworth stood at the center of the hearth, making sure the log would take. Wright stood behind his chair, waiting for Edgeworth to move so he could sit. Phoenix studied the sight of Edgeworth gazing into the fire, eyes calm and elegant, his immortal face still.

Edgeworth glanced over to him, then back to the fire. "Ah, my apologies. Excuse me." He stepped aside.

"Sorry, it's okay." Phoenix went around the chair, closer to Edgeworth, and put a hand on his shoulder as he moved past him to sit down.

Edgeworth froze at the touch, and couldn't seem to produce a single coherent thought in the long seconds it was there. When Wright's hand was gone, Edgeworth felt its absence. His mind was uncharacteristically blank as Wright warmed those same hands by the fire and sighed happily.

"Unfortunately, chamomile tea is all I have at the moment," said Edgeworth finally. "Would you still like some?"

Wright looked up to him and smiled. "That would be perfect, thank you."

"Please move that chair back when you're done," he said over his shoulder as he left.

With the space between them and a task at hand, Edgeworth was able to recover himself by the time he returned with his tea tray. Once he'd poured their cups, they talked per usual about the time from which Phoenix had come--a distant place, with what seemed like a riotous variation of people and strange, impossible inventions with functions Edgeworth could just barely conceive.

This evening, they got on the topic of personal accessories. Wright explained all the variety of purses and bags, that everyday hats and gloves had fallen out of fashion (which Edgeworth considered an unfortunate development), improvements to eyeglasses and contacts (barbaric and genius, Edgeworth decided), types of makeup and nail polish, how people cared for their skin and hair. He was explaining how men would buy products to restore their hair loss when he burst out laughing.

"Wright, what is it? I know our conversations usually tend to the substantive, but it is not that ridiculous to learn of personal grooming and care of the future."

"No, no, it's not that." Wright laughed a little more, then looked to Edgeworth with his laughing grin. "I told you I am a lawyer, yes?"

"Correct."

"Well, this one time…" he snickered at the memory. "Sometimes, older men cannot get their hair to grow back no matter what kind of product they try. So some of them wear false hair called a toupee which blends with their remaining natural hair, or covers it, which is smaller than a wig. I had a witness who wore one that was glued on."

"Gracious. I did not think wigs would last based upon what you've told me, however… Glue? My word."

"You might imagine it's very hard to maintain. Well--" He laughed to himself again. Edgeworth sipped his tea.

"My witness was not a good person. He was in fact the true murderer. When I found him out in trial, he ripped off his toupee and threw it across the courtroom. It hit me right in the face!"

There was a coughing splutter from behind Edgeworth's tea cup, and then, the most beautiful sound--Edgeworth laughing.

Hands dripping, he set the teacup and saucer down on the tray and picked up a napkin to dry his hands. He rested his right elbow on his crossed knee and continued laughing, hiding his face behind his hand with the napkin in it. Across from him, Phoenix continued to laugh as well, but softer, listening to the miracle that was this solemn, wearied man's laughter.

"Oh gosh, Edgeworth I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to spit out your tea!" said Phoenix after a few moments of that wonderful sound. He set his own tea down and stood to give Edgeworth the rest of the napkins from the tea tray.

His host took them, still laughing but now softly under his breath. "Thank you, Wright," he said, and looked up to the time traveler.

Their eyes met, and it was Phoenix's turn to pause. Humor still sparkled in Edgeworth's grey eyes, and he was captivated by their ancient richness--like moonlit clouds passing swiftly on the wind across the starry sky.

Edgeworth took the napkins gently and without looking. Their hands brushed. Neither could seem to manage to look away.

"What is it?" asked Edgeworth.

"You're… I…" Phoenix tore his eyes away, and they lowered with difficulty down Edgeworth's face and neck to his chest. "Oh, your jabot!"

"My…? Ah." Edgeworth looked down to his white jabot, which had been spattered with the faint golden drops of tea. He began daubing at the white cloth with a napkin, but from his angle, it was difficult to see how he was doing.

Phoenix watched him try, feeling badly. "Maybe it'll be easier if you took it off? I could try to clean it then while you get the water."

Edgeworth paused, then lowered his hands. "No, that's quite all right. I will simply change it for another one."

"Oh, it's okay, you don't need to go get another. It's fine if you dress more casually with me." Wright gestured to his own clothes, which were fairly casual by the standard of the time he was now in. "I never wear a vest or button my jacket or anything…" He trailed off.

Edgeworth was still, a fixed expression creeping onto his face. Phoenix could feel his tension. The emotion Edgeworth had shown so far this evening in his laughter had been unusual already, but this tightness, perhaps even fear, was just as exceptional.

Phoenix was used to the subdued expressions of his friend, and had seen for himself just how much control Edgeworth required to remain as stoic when emotion sometimes welled inside him. But this was nothing like those times. Edgeworth usually recovered quickly in those situations, yet here under his studied, neutral expression, he was struggling.

"Um… it's--"

"Not to worry," said Edgeworth, coming back to the present again. "I keep many in my wardrobe for my daily needs." He stood, and Phoenix backed off to let him.

"Edgeworth, uh, is ev…" The immortal went past him. "Is--are you okay?"

Edgeworth paused, and turned back to face him. That awful struggling neutrality was back on his face again and Phoenix felt his heart twist in pain for his friend. He wouldn't meet Phoenix's eyes.

"I am fine, Wright. I will be gone only a moment. Please, enjoy your tea while it's still warm."

Phoenix watched him as he walked out. He stood still in the room for a few breaths before going back to sit down. He naturally looked to the empty chair opposite him, and then damp napkins on the side table next to it.

The typically neat and conscientious Edgeworth would not want those napkins left there. Phoenix picked them up and folded them to fit on the lacquer tea tray.

His gaze rested on them, then on the chair opposite him, then he took his tea cup and turned to the fire.

There he sat looking into the hearth, his hands encircled around the mild golden tea, when he saw Edgeworth return silently from the corner of his eye. Edgeworth stood at the entrance of the room without his jabot, and instead his left hand covering the base of his neck and fingers covering the right side of his lower neck, and the arm crossed over his chest. The immortal looked paler than usual, a little frightened, and like he had made a decision.

"Wright. There is…" He paused to get his voice back from the whisper it had descended to. "Wright, there is something about me that I think you should know. I believe we are friends, after all, and I suppose that friends should expect to know about things that are significant about each others' lives, things that shaped their lives." He looked to the fire, the ceiling, the priceless art on the walls, anywhere but to his friend standing silhouetted by the fireplace.

"I agree," said Phoenix, soft and neutral. "If there is something you think is important for me to know, then please. I would be honored know I am considered so trusted by you."

"Mmm. Well." Edgeworth cleared his throat.

Phoenix stepped back closer to the fireplace, inviting him to come closer.

His eyes darted to the time traveler, and away, and he did not move. "This… what I have… what I would show you is not… pleasant. I'm afraid it's perhaps… gruesome. From that you will understand why I reacted as I did when-- at the prospect of removing my jabot before you. And from that I will also extend my understanding if you do not want to… see it."

"Thank you, Edgeworth." The immortal swallowed tightly as he heard his name. "It was good of you to tell me what I would need to know to decide. But I would like to know what this is, if you still feel comfortable telling me." Again, Phoenix gestured for Edgeworth to come closer to the fireplace.

This time, Edgeworth crossed the room, moving as unconsciously as if sleepwalking. All his attention was burning on the clock on the mantelpiece. Phoenix led him by nonverbal suggestion past the chairs and to stand next to the hearth.

Once he stood in its light, there was nowhere else his gaze could escape to. He looked to Phoenix, who bore the intense emotions in his eyes like a weight hitting his chest.

"Are you faint of stomach?" asked Edgeworth.

Phoenix shook his head slowly. "Not especially."

"What is under my hand and arm is a scar," said Edgeworth, speaking slowly. "Sometimes, even I cannot look at it, and I keep it covered at all times. Would you still like to see?"

Phoenix nodded, and Edgeworth lifted his left arm away. As he'd said, there was a long, twisted line raised from his skin, pinkish-brown, which trailed from a little up the right side of his neck and down across its base to his chest, and disappeared into his shirt. Phoenix's vision went white around the edges, and he took a deep breath.

Edgeworth covered the scar again. "Are you all right, Wright?"

"Yes, I'm fine." He closed his eyes and breathed again. When he opened them, Miles was looking back at him with an awful tangle of emotions. The only response Phoenix could give was to lay a hand gently on Edgeworth's left shoulder. "What was it? What happened?"

"I received it under mysterious circumstances in my childhood. I do not remember much about it, but I do remember the sword and, of course, the pain and... blood, before I fainted." Under his hand, Phoenix could feel him beginning to shake.

"It's okay," said Phoenix, and went closer to put his other hand on the other shoulder, the one beneath the scar.

Edgeworth made a small step forward to Phoenix, and let him embrace around his folded-up arm. The immortal didn't shake more, but Phoenix could feel it clearly as he rested against him. Phoenix circled his arms all the way around Edgeworth and held him gently, not wanting to hurt his arm or the scar it covered, pressing him as close as he dared.

Edgeworth did not let the embrace last long, though, and pulled away after a few breaths. "It… I'm… " he stammered.

"Edgeworth, it's all right. It's important to you. May I see it again?" asked Phoenix.

He inhaled sharply. "Again? Why on earth would…" The tension in his body stopped his throat.

"It's all right. Now that I know, I'd just like to see it again."

Slightly disbelieving, Edgeworth uncovered the scar again, watching Phoenix's face.

"I'm sorry, but, may I touch it?"

Edgeworth stared at him, his incredulity less subtle this time. "Wright."

"I'm simply curious. I don't have to, I understand if it's uncomfortable."

Edgeworth shook his head slightly, then took one of Phoenix's hands. Despite himself, Phoenix flushed. "Only if like this," said Edgeworth, guiding Phoenix's hand up protected in his, in case he wanted him to pull away.

Phoenix nodded, and with the pale hand holding his, brushed the back of a finger across the scar at the base of the neck.

"That didn't hurt, right?"

"No. This scar is many decades old."

"I see." His fingertips came back to touch the scar lightly, and then again to run a small ways along it.

Phoenix was aware of Miles staring into his face while he looked at the scar he was touching.

Phoenix looked up, and saw how close they were. He turned his hand in Miles' so that he was holding it.

"There's something else," said Phoenix.

"What is it?"

"May I kiss your cheek?"

Miles went a little paler, and stared. Then, he nodded. Phoenix gave him a featherweight kiss beside the mouth.

When he looked at Miles again, his grey eyes were wide, and nearly blank. Then, he looked to the clock on the mantle, and back, and ever so tiny, a smile appeared in them. Then, he nodded again.

Phoenix kissed him on the same side of the mouth. Miles nodded again.

Phoenix brought in his hand to kiss the back of it. Miles nodded again.

Phoenix let his hand down and hugged Miles close. Miles held him closer too, and Phoenix felt his next nod slide on the side of his head. Phoenix gently pressed his lips against Miles' neck, then against the beginning of his scar.

When Miles nodded, Phoenix squeezed him gently, and let go.

Miles wouldn't let go, and stared into his eyes as a flush began to wash over his face. Seeing it made Phoenix flush too.

"Wright."

"Edgeworth…"

The fire crackled beside them.

"I suppose I should be… I think I need to return to my time now," said Phoenix. Miles reluctantly released him, his hands lingering, the scar visible in the fire's light. "Thank you, Edgeworth. I'm- I'm lucky to know someone like you."

"I…" Miles began hoarsely. "I feel the same."

"I will be back. You know me," said Phoenix, a playful smile beginning to appear. "I'll be back."

This seemed to begin to wake Edgeworth from his pleasant stupor. "I know. Ah, until then."

"'Bye."

"Goodbye."

The strings appeared around the time traveler, and he vanished. Edgeworth stood staring at the spot, unconsciously feeling along his scar where Phoenix had touched.

#fanfic #narumitsu #even a year ago i would have never ever imagined i would be writing #fanfic for someone's fanfic and having a great time??? well here we are #scars #brief violence mention #au #friends #i spent all day on my day off writing this and i have 0.00 regrets #they are soft and i cant stop writing about it im sorry

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wrightfamilyagency · 8 years ago

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Behind the Scenes: Chapter 231

(Current Queue: 9.2 / ? )

(All BtS here)

Chapter 231: Turnabout Corner, Day 1: Part 3

In canon, it's Apollo who asks why the mannequin is there, and his reaction is "(The body... was pulling the stand!?)" instead of "So our victim... was Mister Eldoon's thief?". Ema's canon line directly after, "So, you're a defense attorney, are you?", also takes on added dimension with Apollo in his magician outfit, though I did add in him showing off his badge to prove it before she introduced herself.

It's always hard to include any interactions between Apollo and Trucy that don't appear to be overheard by anyone else, but I was happy I could squeeze in an adaptation of "She doesn't seem that happy about it." / "...She doesn't seem that happy about many things."

Ema's "I always carry two pairs of handcuffs... just in case." line is from canon, though, as Trucy points out, she is now using it to threaten three people instead of two. Naturally, if she were forced to, she would make use of her two pairs of handcuffs to cuff Apollo and Trucy together with one and Apollo and Luke together with the other. Not that they would ever give her a reason to, of course. ;) Apollo and/or Trucy would just lockpick their way out anyway.

The dialogue when examining the stand is a little flipped around from in canon, where Ema tells them off before Trucy points out the stand says 'Eldoon' on the side (apparently she doesn't recognise it despite boasting about how famous it was before?). Ema's complete ignoring of Luke when he tries to argue is from the dialogue exchange if you try to talk to her here, though I cut out her grumbling that hints to the player they should go talk to Phoenix.

Apollo's joking about Phoenix dozing when they come to see him - "Yeah, old men need their rest." - is a reference to the cut exchange from their previous visit, when Phoenix spoke about getting "some well-deserved R&R" and Trucy replied "The elderly need their rest!". It replaces an extended dialogue where Apollo and Trucy caught Phoenix up on the new defence request, and Phoenix 'forgot' Apollo was a lawyer.

The conversation with Phoenix got shifted around a lot in adaptation. Apollo, much more familiar with Phoenix's cases, recognises Ema's name as familiar, and his thought "(That would make her about the same age as me!)" is turned into dialogue for Luke: "Doesn't that make her about our age?". Trucy's awed description of Klavier is also much more subdued, knowing who he is already, and adds a new layer to the conversation with everyone on the same page about him.

Phoenix tries to calm Apollo down by repeating Edgeworth's assurances about Klavier being trustworthy but, as we see later, he doesn't fully believe them himself, still treating Klavier with suspicion once this case is over. He only changes his mind sometime during Turnabout Serenade.

In canon, Phoenix says "...Go to the office. Under the silk top hat you'll find a bottle of white powder. Try taking that to this detective.". With Apollo's greater familiarity with the office, a different layout of said office, and two top hats in said different layout of said office, his description had to be changed, and I ended up removing his mention of the 'white powder' in the process. The trophy isn't an examinable object in either AJAA or SOJ, so I had to invent when Trucy would have received it (and it would have to be Trucy, as Phoenix was certainly in no position to win something like that during his disbarment). A talent show seemed the logical solution.

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thats impossible who would let that onthe case afterallthe crimes and harms and brink killtrickeries intensified recent days weeks nonhostile yeeeey thankyou makes transparency if sth unclear but scums usually gotojail //// xraybeamtrickery 2003window or roof aimed likely roof is // how subdued centrerbacklow is digestive system // 1855 roomcontorolereler bath aims heart lwhat rightleg what nonhostile? im lackofsleep annoyed assmesed ballsmessed but seems all nonhostile today /// roomcotnrollers kills with xraybeamtrickery 1845 knows how heartaimed catapult is ballsfills make sick chekcif they mix poisons in prostate from fa ke ball right // xxraybeamtrickery whichtype // destroygasvalves track xraybeam trickery // deceit is docification orso bs ithink of conflicting bs i daytime charged that the chamber isnt just surveilled ibrought them their own gasings chamber terror access and type thatthey factually walk inandout but where is the room a ccess the german deceit is likely obscure neatness because suddenly them are here blah avert brainduller 1553 //// xray beam killtrickery 1517pm roomcontrol or window aimed is // random acts of kindness total: and ytd: repair walkmessed guy imsure we can enhance it /// headimpact slimelungsuffocate grey driveby mos qf orlocals bet on verfassungsschutz grey driveby /// assmesser 1403 is jailscums /// btw btw btw 1400 1401 llllleftlegaikmed lungpain stander corner greenjacket walkby bleujacket orlocasls ‎is sqeuezeem thatis killtrikcery corner control greenjacket waiter walksaway afterlegaimed orbluejacket walkby car veryhostilebuilding topright lungpainfromit withabit delay //// whatthe heck was toilet goer for a bs thing walks in ahead goes to crap but doestn stay there odd /// lawyers when jpmorgan wasnew therrewas ultrahigh networth individual healthcare. germans leeched it out in ten minutes. add it to notmy home. no lifecenterpoint. it wasnt support with neutralisator footaccess heart artery overleg access. itwas sth ca lled morbus make kiltricksters then the 11thmonth or so squeeze cockroach 1301 while ithink of credit score restoration bomb the leech cockroachout r o b us t l y this very cockroach here 1300 1301 ithink of credit score restoration as if it would be down its fraud intomisery with billions on my accounts and everything tight in order all below existential minimum of 1150 amonth is taboo and i efforted credit score restoration from 747bucks 780bucks withjout having to and with billiosn onmy accounts daytime court demanded daytime court demanded 1k347/18 financialcourt stuttart 6ar50/19 local insolvency court and so that it doesnt jsut explain them their own realtime but so, that itis not a missed formality, but a quelled effor ted crime by control authorities w i t h the initiative fromthe civillian frauded into daytime bubble squeeze cockroach 1300 1301 ‎ithink of debt lending creditscore restoration it might have inspired a cockroach to immmminently add harm cockroach german cockroach granted access by who hyperactivatedby who todowhat equipped by who cockroach /// youknow the germans they dont check what is and how it really is messed by who they assume you pour 15tubes toothpaste a year intothe sink and 50 showergels too and allofit is so questionable that you need a marker if you use the stuff at all while what is daytime charged 6ar50/19 in d-74821 since echr2800/10‎ eu humanrights court xmas its ten years anniversary of daytime charging the intel hell they efforted intensified intel murder the recent 5years varying actors ‎ what is daytimecharged 6ar50/19 in d-74821 how didthey integrate theother selfmade billionaires , what decoyed this //// im suffocated or gased dull prevent a n y

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transponder trick? bumstatus on day bs application? //// slimelung inhaler footleechers sometimes problem siometimes not oonce more i am sufffiocating from pack pack pack headimpacts catapults chambercrossroads on //// arsenite headimpacts chamber crossroads downszreet yellowhouse or upstreet buttonpoushes who park cars are besides mos ae 996 is /// chekc agians ubdued digestive ssystem dehydrates itwas subdeued thennormalise d d crapped twice or threetimes thats stillnormal they resubdue centerbacklow low centerback /// can we make em say: “repeat after me these words: fortune access as described in thefix, while daytime own firm and a phd. a phd and as own firm”‎ then repeat the fix: #thefix: “us intelsystems botched this, and then we used proxies to add harm, while quelling selfhelp and to keep hismoney. so because we let somany,and hyperactiva ted themm???and these? but not him the first ever to figureitout and daytimechargeit, he must stay free butnot without s upport,hisown littleplanet. else theres no limit to the mess when each thinks hes a tropy. because we quelled selfhelp, bl ackballed blacklisted so that hecnat even getfood, and because welet so many scums on thecase: his inventions, his pat ents his money, daythings fly daytime because of we botched it w a s !! invented! daytime. the rulse are simple like berlin, you can reject let in, but once in, all that got in, get out again. trespassing through only is not rejectable. germans and controlauthorities 90:10 or 80:20 compensate their crimes. there isno reason why germans shouldnt pay fortheir crimes , including daytime and realtime apology. then off to his wife and kids wether theyget it right as couple then or not is noneo four business. caseclosed” simple stuff ‎ ‎ /// #how #the #self #declared #pro #s #handle #it # is #daytime #charged “#not #a #missed #formality + #initiative” @law @lawyer @lawyercom @harvard _law @ap @reuters @bbc_whys @france24 @snowden @norwegia @norway .@norway .@norge @norwegen #lawyers do i explain 6ar50/19 in d-74821 a porned sheeple or a hideous sneaky bastardgerman that the pros hanlde and mess allalong isthe key and not to my ad vantage. how they handled +compwnsate is part of the lawsuit them try tohandle it as using system against charging them + play ontime letting more scums /// cmon now they imply hedonistic gains until its uncredible then just bagatellise it as unhappened since therewas no gain #lawyer #lawyers @law @lawyer @lawyercom @harvard_law @ap @reuters @bbc_whys @france24 @snowden @norwegia @norway .@norway .@norge @norwegen #num ber #of #degradation #counts #how #do #you #make #that #seem #unbiased #lawyers. howmany tricks were degrading. degrade degrade degrade degrade and those decide about who? they cannot undo these facts /// a very small percentage of the deedtype: make it courtusable: this month of which were: that is deedtyped pedo fuck in grocery store after daybefore itwas arsenide trickery and before implant tricks /// while them efforted what: factual harms this week this november yeartodate of which were deed typed: while them did what //// while them efforted what: that is deedtyped pedo fuck in grocery store after daybefore itwas arsenide trickery and before implant tricks @law @lawyer @lawyercom @harvard_law @ap @reuters @bbc_whys @france24 @snowden while them efforted what: factual harms this week this november yeartodate of which were deed typed: while them did what //// these things were invented daytime and that while they averted hyperactivations and daytime charging that xmas2009 on in a world themmmm made things havetobe protected realtime and quelled any income any contacts daytime to stealit the miracle is that support secured it realtime but its all system botched for fraudit into daytime bubble ensured the scums see it first replaced phones and computers are spam and kept allthemoney realtimeside in a case that wouldbe realtime at study start of architecture atlatest it is what it is that is my money and itis daytime court demanded and so that it explains them their own realtime explainsthem thatitis not a missed formality but efforted fraud i nto daymisery and so that itis from initiative fromthe daytime civillian owner ofit the fix is simple we system clowns then-system botched ‎thatguy must stay free notwithout support his inventions his patents his money hiswife his own planet (intel metaphore for own service / realm) with must stay free access to all because somany messed somany had interests including trespasing berlin rule allthat get in getout known affiliations usa uk orbit without depenedency foremost atom ic s aegis as many inventions are affecting nuclear details was a daytime civillian allalong that is not compensated after those damages were messed and then more crimes , poisons, implants,damages and sexual assault as fix ‎access system caused german government caused germans compensate their crimes apologise daytime and realtime its fixed. safe realms of recommendation are //// that german raper cockroaches can buy magflights and shields and use my algorithm in android phones and icant buy me food is a d i s g r a c e cockroaches that killtrick and add harm because they pretend something cockroaches that did what compared tome that is scums but quelling selfhelp and nutting the daytimecharged crimes as fi x tolet more of em that is germany //// it isnt just daytime court demanded itis so demanded that it explains them their own realtime that itis not a missed formality but quelled and that the initiative isfromthe daytime civillian not in a missed formality but in a fraudsystem trick of then-system //// what did the cockroaches do when i repaired a dozen smartphones a nd resold em that cockroachgermans got willynilly access and act like my matters areof their concern is a disgrace but showingup and willynilly adding harm raping druggign implanting pedo trickeries allafter daytimecharging it and the fix is hownuts is the case thistime for daytime charging it woa german cockroaches s obvious. the criminal german government rules with intel methods decentralised groups and with nut pathologisation docification ifthey get charged ortheir crimes arent deniable and becoime too visible all in a neo feudalist system of preplanned lives of privileged a nd underprivileged‎ in waiting lines for sunny spots in their gulags /// use the chance each and every single time acockroach of a german cockroach that shows up to add harm someone smeared someone degraded someone used intel tricks to add harm before those directly liable then hooker trickery bumtrickery fraud trickery i daytime court demanded fortune access and consider doubling down on unlocking the minimum existence income ofmymoney whilethey s till are in decision mode that would be interpreted as trickeries but thats not what is demanded there daytime fortune access in not a missed formality but a system fraud trickery and the initiative from the civillian owner of the fortune ///// aaccesser arhrmed left sidehatorat 1945? leecher cocrkoach killtricks 1949 these wemust squeeze adn use the chance why dothese cockroaches molest orleech orghetto virus bumkill e v e r y time i search for a phone its odd or quarrel with a daybulllshit idontowe // #lawyers? cmon now. as if thegermans dont have to compensat e what they overtape allalong, once they declared the case nuts. that is e x a c t l y how the germans played that is a motive ‎as ifthey dont have to jail rapers allalong, once they prostitute smear the only academic in all family. ‎s german! ///// the cockroaches xray beam trickery ithink stuff like the cockroaches imply hedonistic gains cockroaches while hating whatdothe cockroachgermans killtrickery during roomcontroller bombouit 1811 1826 squeeze ////// ithink whyis the personnel in stores ever surprised. pack! strong headimapct a minute later here in chamber whocontrols room 1811 /// xray beam trickeries radar? // had he not searched for a minute veggie maultaschens at a spot, we wouldnt have porned him on inteldrug. but because he stood there aminute we had no choice. #germany #1gg @law .@law @lawyer @lawyercom @harvard_law @ap @reuters @b bc_whys @snowden @aldi @aldi_sued @aldiuk #artikel1GG @bundestag oh oh and someone smears him as hooker. fantastic! thats the co nfirmation! ///// someone set this up idontthink the cashcounter chick sets up pedo orgies but they are f a r fromsurprised make emtransparent assmoelst usually itisnot /// the german ockroaches authorities that cause this and cover them and let emwiggle roomtotheir crimes and act like the case is a nut hobo for daytimechargingit gotojai l whenwemust bombout these cockroaches for em they gotojailwithem theycan make their hair or sth cockroachgermans itis g e r m a n y anything they do is gemran sex cockroach ness pedo orgies in grocerystore then nthginhapesnness or youthe hooker then heartpoison as rightnow 1650 heart baimed cockroachgermans //// iiiit is g e r m a n y anything they do is sexcockcroachy usually and add more trickeries to that to letmore after poisoners and heart tricksters and assmoelster and gneitalmolester yougot deed typed crime yougot deedtyped time yougot deedtyped after daytimecharging it what happens to cockroaxhes store security included ////// hd jj1982 is walkahead is heartaimed leacving store is heartrmelelvant // they are germans that means that they usually sexcockroach german nnnesss usually what happens to sexcockroach germans that smear the case and make alibis to add harms heart onedge from backleg killtrick assmess 1638 bombemout robustly when the cockroaches rape the case here after daytimechargingit and their fix is nutting and heartkill and poisons and lettingmore the authorities gotojail withem whenwemust bombemouzt /// 1634 say hookerbuzwor d then genitalsmess bombemout robsuitly assmesse rballsmesser cockroach gemran bcockroach bombout robustly infmecessary ifhsoitle prevention /// assmesser jail nonhostilemakes transperency prevention itis two headimapcts instore /// llegaimed fooitlegfzaimed is // basement oddities? mos ey7 headimpactorlocals herartonedge legaimed house bademser corner walkby jeans wiool cap hand in odd minileather hangbvbag is same hostile cornerr ecverytime sth h*ppens trandparent em mian street cornet house /// mow qv351 orlocals headimpact theme is israelische yuhm orso prevent mess by scums or bad thingsmusthappen those that imply em there is sth to gain when adding morecrime trying sth else then those /// bagwalker gaser? spiritsiul? strong headimpact locals or mos jo 23 or 28 silver vw van /// nonhostile is not the problem the scums usually are nonhostile makes transparency they sure dont repeat the mess thats not good and damnsure dont shoot at support to mess moreof that nonhostile makes transparencs jailscums prevention prevention prevention accountabiltiy transparency nobigdeal /// what are the other traits of nano oilantenna that tech is fromthat bunch /// wwoa by some conflict theme implatnters hope youre their hookerbuzzword orsth masseldorn badenser is landesverfassungsschutz whale like did a sexcockroach german cockroach of a german implant things what happens to cockroach idont give a fuck whatthey pretend or try or howmany they fraud this way cockroach implanted what and what happens to em cockroaches when was it sleeptime? cockroach got access because of who heartaimed 1514 is ///// 1440 tries to kill hideously find gasing so xray beam gasing onplate /// xraybeam trickery windowaimed andor roomcontroller what are the greys whenitmakes sick already mildly. itis not from an hour after abit bottled water. find the rays and the beam tricks. the throatchoke implanters brainduller brainscissor duller is mas seldorn badenser these rightballs fill prostatemix ballsfill oddities too usually remove a l l implants that arentmine someone was on heart access as deedtyped and badmix inahelrs earlier remove a l l implants that arentmine someone let cockroaches rogue implants and acts iwouldve tolet em but all itis its enabling scums to mess and giving them room while quelling selfhelp thenthey go toofar get probably doomed knowing what they mess inthis monstrous shithole land then the german fix: let more /// throatchoke duller or implant brainscissor messser is as xraybeam killtrick 1240 roomcontroller knows chekc if the throat groin implant s are triggered by highpowered radar xraybeam killtrick /// hheart inflammation kiltrick allergymake killtrick 1219 who isit whatisthemethod whydotheyrepeatit as others as 1152 /// leech trikc is heart relelvant squeeze 1152 use the chance badmix ? allergy make mix? leecher? /// this and most western nations biggest secret all know is that they exploit using intel personnel development methods early on and sort thereforethe kids early on. as you see theyre all geniusses but even if not it changes the ga me abit intheir favour when the core secret is that personnel matters. this is the game of the german workforce andgermany. in thisvery game where you put people into tracks for life and pr esort them and make em fit tothat grow em inthat but do anydirty trcik to control and retain em. trade em rent em sel em: who seriously thinks that the germans planned he is so incredibly inferior that he is a hobo unable to live. a prsotitute of the land a teeeeenie prostitute preferably. and daytime charging that we porn him on inteldrugs and staying d amages we overtape and intel roofhole gashim and catapult headimpacthim its just nuts!! nuts! nuts! b a t s h i t n u t s ! youknow what they did here. ///// but a scaNner on the packaging of the filter inthe cupboard and t he paperbox. its likelynothing but spirituals were hideous bad recent weeks liketheyre in a proxywar and rather kill than granting opponent s omething kindof ruthlessness thing or hideous murderer kills hitler or sth the recent days weeks were intensified bad letsnot be ignorant /// 1036 earlrmyphatic behind left ear makes allergy heartkillmix is /// 224 finedustgasing? // drug 157 is make sure they dont spoil guts with a hyperglucemia trick or insuline trick maybe nonhsotile maybe hostile roomcontorolelr copycats head aimed158what /// 152 nanofinedust gas? roomcontrolerknows // trickery du hour is suicide weenie trickery fivethousand heart emails got 15000heart emails eachyear jarmix wall roofhole tapes this all is a superhideous suicideweenie trick risking allmy rights as human being charging the roofholegaisngs and hars cutting food pennies not toget amalgam in teeth twoyears ago and this october twoyearly doc checkup creditscore fix itis all just a supercomplicated planfor em that the case that ty pes im poisoned gased megfneled btw amix is arsenide theyusedthat often that this guy just is suicidal and died of autoerotic weeenie nes s itallmakes sense now or tenyears ago he was depressed its ttotally ok that we effort hideous kills because us catholics saved him backthen so he owes u s or godknows whats the trick replacephone 140am duringmail is heartaimed 141 is backleg implant emboly killtrickery is /// s a t a n i c . satanaic. t h a t is a t e a r a g a i n he w e e e e p s at 2am over a startrek post. obviously. *types annoyed destroy gasvalves. is teary side effect or fakin g symptoms* what is decoyed nut patholgoised this criminal govt winded and winded and muddied and decoyed and winded and criminalised and hideous killltrickeries the crap outofthe case for years and winded and letmore scums and greatest utm ost help in allgoodwill and winded more and delayed and decoyed and winded and winded and threw objects each shitball hyped decoys what delays waht what is daytime charged there what is daytime charged there repeatedly and what didthe germans do to germancure it to quellit to fringeit to killit to unhappensness it to relativate it to equalise with the survivor ofwhatthey did what is daytimecharged you get a good grasp of german bastardness and german criminal go venrment and its proxies //// murderer didnt let the cat into the chamber within one minute the confirmation. iknewit. /// how these criminals rule the world is a disgrace but deedtyping what they do 18years as nut trickery or momfool underveleopnessed then pedo tricks dogporn tricks thenprostitute oftheland then hatenut thenhitler then islami terorist then suicideweenie then frivolous sex weenie then teenie weenie virgin oftheland then prostituteoftheland these cockroaches throw objects when im right barely anything would stick and why should it they throw objects how did they wait out decoy quell 6ar50/19 in d-74821 since echr2800/10 eu humanrights is ten years jubilee they decoy it while killing it hideously regularly and always gladly letting anything that decoys //// jail scums instead doom enforce prevention /// oct10th to 11th 2018 2300pmto0000 knew how they re messed intelcoma drug re re mesed and re re rmeessed //// 18years surveillance 19years the sexcockroaches never understood this that those that kept 2 humanbeings synchronised daytime with elec tronics intune here to newyork to london experimented onthe case letproxies but quelled all into daytime and so that allthe realtime shit never happened but that it was daytime intune with a new intelcoma and remessed re remessed re re remessed and re re re remessed else theyre liable for allthe crimes solved isquelled its solved hooray its quelled its solved hooray it s solved inthis dirty game of state interests and control intels mayhave occured to other cases before where immunisation was mysteriously not possible until what happened inthis the sexvillage cockroaches wish hope they somehow own you deserve you and alltheydid wouldbe legit therefore and therefore they could somehow kidnap you or prevent you keepyou into their realms this is system caused german government caused and they made em wiggle room t h e n system now-system seems better somehow occasionally //// tv ad was like stopped movie peetime i went because had to biologically maybe it inspired them whoknows its germany they a r e not about factuality they are about being right and faking it nomatter what is what was kids always save nobigdeal that includes keeping off harms way ‎/// criminally incompetent bunchon case now readsout loud jarmix keep em offmy drink and anyhign its annoy conflicting or lackofsleep confliced by fools prevent anymess someis like mischief kids?!??!?!? thats impossible who would let that onthe case afterallthe crimes and harms and brink killtrickeries intensified recent days weeks nonhostile yeeeey thankyou makes transparency if sth unclear but scums usually gotojail //// xraybeamtrickery 2003window or roof aimed likely roof is // how subdued centrerbacklow is digestive system // 1855 roomcontorolereler bath aims heart lwhat rightleg what nonhostile? im lackofsleep annoyed assmesed ballsmessed but seems all nonhostile today /// roomcotnrollers kills with xraybeamtrickery 1845 knows how heartaimed catapult is ballsfills make sick chekcif they mix poisons in prostate from fa ke ball right // xxraybeamtrickery whichtype // destroygasvalves track xraybeam trickery // deceit is docification orso bs ithink of conflicting bs i daytime charged that the chamber isnt just surveilled ibrought them their own gasings chamber terror access and type thatthey factually walk inandout but where is the room a ccess the german deceit is likely obscure neatness because suddenly them are here blah avert brainduller 1553 //// xray beam killtrickery 1517pm roomcontrol or window aimed is // random acts of kindness total: and ytd: repair walkmessed guy imsure we can enhance it /// headimpact slimelungsuffocate grey driveby mos qf orlocals bet on verfassungsschutz grey driveby /// assmesser 1403 is jailscums /// btw btw btw 1400 1401 llllleftlegaikmed lungpain stander corner greenjacket walkby bleujacket orlocasls ‎is sqeuezeem thatis killtrikcery corner control greenjacket waiter walksaway afterlegaimed orbluejacket walkby car veryhostilebuilding topright lungpainfromit withabit delay //// whatthe heck was toilet goer for a bs thing walks in ahead goes to crap but doestn stay there odd /// lawyers when jpmorgan wasnew therrewas ultrahigh networth individual healthcare. germans leeched it out in ten minutes. add it to notmy home. no lifecenterpoint. it wasnt support with neutralisator footaccess heart artery overleg access. itwas sth ca lled morbus make kiltricksters then the 11thmonth or so squeeze cockroach 1301 while ithink of credit score restoration bomb the leech cockroachout r o b us t l y this very cockroach here 1300 1301 ithink of credit score restoration as if it would be down its fraud intomisery with billions on my accounts and everything tight in order all below existential minimum of 1150 amonth is taboo and i efforted credit score restoration from 747bucks 780bucks withjout having to and with billiosn onmy accounts daytime court demanded daytime court demanded 1k347/18 financialcourt stuttart 6ar50/19 local insolvency court and so that it doesnt jsut explain them their own realtime but so, that itis not a missed formality, but a quelled effor ted crime by control authorities w i t h the initiative fromthe civillian frauded into daytime bubble squeeze cockroach 1300 1301 ‎ithink of debt lending creditscore restoration it might have inspired a cockroach to immmminently add harm cockroach german cockroach granted access by who hyperactivatedby who todowhat equipped by who cockroach /// youknow the germans they dont check what is and how it really is messed by who they assume you pour 15tubes toothpaste a year intothe sink and 50 showergels too and allofit is so questionable that you need a marker if you use the stuff at all while what is daytime charged 6ar50/19 in d-74821 since echr2800/10‎ eu humanrights court xmas its ten years anniversary of daytime charging the intel hell they efforted intensified intel murder the recent 5years varying actors ‎ what is daytimecharged 6ar50/19 in d-74821 how didthey integrate theother selfmade billionaires , what decoyed this //// im suffocated or gased dull prevent a n y

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