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Turnabout Hero [6a/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-04-05 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)“What room was it again Nick?”
“Um…220?” Maya knocked. A blond man wearing a miniskirt and a blouse answered the door.
“Liet,” he called to someone in the room, “did you like, order some weird strippers again?”
(S-Strippers?!)
“No, we’re lawyers!” (Why is she not fazed by the fact that he thought we were strippers?!) “We’re looking for the Vargas’ room?”
“Oh, they’re like, totally in 226 or something, you know.”
“Thank you!” He shut the door.
(Sometimes I worry about the world if these are the people in charge…)
Maya knocked on the correct door this time, and a man with green eyes and curly brown hair answered the door.
“Hola! May I help you?”
“You idiot! I told you not to answer!” Someone shouted from inside, “Get your ass back over here and help me damnit!”
“Uh…we’re looking for Lovino Vargas, but I guess we have the wrong room…”
“No no! You have the right room! I’m just helping out.” The man smiled and opened the door to let us in. “Lovino~, you have guests!”
“Antonio you bastard! Don’t let people in other people’s rooms on your own accord!”
Antonio Fernandez Carriedo
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Works for the Spanish government. Has a sunny disposition. Likes tomatoes and cute things.
Lovino Vargas
Age: 22-23
Gender: Male
Works for the Italian government. Was in town on the day of the murder. Rude to men, but soft on women.
Lovino was sitting with his arm half-bandaged on the table in the center of the room. Apparently Antonio had been helping him with first-aid when he decided answering the door to be a top priority.
“Oops, you’re out of ice Lovi~!” He smiled cheerfully, “I’ll just run out and get some more!”
“Wait, who’s going to-” but the door shut and we were left in the room with the Italian. “Um, do you mind?” he asked Maya.
“No problem,” she sat in Antonio’s vacant seat and started bandaging his arm.
“Mr. Vargas, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”
Chains appeared out of nowhere again, along with too many locks to bother counting.
“You’re Alfred’s lawyer right? I’m not talking to anyone about anything. It’s in your constitution right? I don’t have to talk if I don’t want to.”
“Please Lovi…” Maya asked, looking at him with puppy dog eyes.
After very brief moment of deliberation, the psyche locks disappeared.
(Well that was easy.)
“Ah, I guess I can answer some questions…what do you want to know about?”
“For starters what happened to your arm?”
“I tripped. Next.”
“But wait-”
“I tripped. It’s completely irrelevant. Next question or should I just kick you out?”
(What an attitude!) “Why did you come here a day early?”
“Hmph,” he scoffed and winced as Maya tightened his bandages, “My brother is an idiot, that’s why.”
“Can you elaborate for us a little Lovi?” she asked.
“Well, you see, Feliciano knew that that potato-bastard Ludwig would come a day early. Since he hadn’t seen him in a while, he had the brilliant idea to come a day early too so they could hang out. I didn’t want him to go alone, so I tagged along. That’s not a crime is it Mr. Lawyer?”
“Not to my knowledge…” I cleared my throat and tried again. “What were you doing the night of the murder? I’m not accusing you,” I added quickly, “I’m just trying to piece together what happened…”
The chains came back, this time with only one lock.
“I-I don’t see why that matters bastard! It’s not like I was anywhere near a murder scene!”
(Why is he so defensive?) I sighed and pulled out my magatama. “TAKE THAT!”
“What the…? Why is it all creepy all of sudden? Is Ivan here?!”
Turnabout Hero [6b/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-04-05 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)“I…was out with Antonio. He wanted to go sightseeing.”
“Really?”
“Yes really! It’s not like you can tell me different, jerk.”
“Actually, Mr. Vargas, I do have something that shows without a doubt you were not with Antonio the night of the murder…TAKE THAT!” I showed him the arrivals list for March 10 that I received a few minutes ago from Roderich.
“Mr. Vargas, do you know what this is?”
“No, and I don’t care, so you can take your paper and-”
“It’s a list of everyone who arrived here on March 10. Antonio was supposed to show up, but it says that he didn’t actually get here until the next day, the day after the murder.”
“…A-Alfred is, not very good with paper work…he must have been mistaken…”
“I didn’t get it from Alfred, I got it from Ludwig.”
“…damnit.”
The psyche lock broke and the chains disappeared.“So where were you really on the night of the murder?”
“…I was with Gilbert and Francis. They were bar hopping and needed a third player. Since Antonio wasn’t there, they dragged me along.”
(That’s it?) “Why lie?”
“Have you met Gilbert and Francis? Plus they were so wasted they don’t remember I was there, so it’s not a very good alibi.”
“I already said-”
“I know! You can never be too careful when there’s murder involved though, especially since Alfred’s taken an extra dose of stupid pills or something.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Che, you’re not much of an investigator are you.”
Maya finished bandaging his arm and sat up. “What do you mean Lovi? Please tell us!”
The Italian sighed, “Since you asked so nicely,” (I’ve been asking nicely the whole time!) “Well, you know we’re all government officials by now, yes?” Maya and I nodded, “So, in this day and age where corruption runs rampart and governmental cover-ups are the norm, why do you think this case is so public?”
“Well…um…it’s a murder case. A government official was killed. It’s much more serious than an affair or a bad check.”
“Governments have been covering up nasty murders for years, believe me I know. And I’ll let you in on a little secret: Alfred is much higher on the chain of command than some Congressman.”
“So,” Maya said, thinking deeply, “you’re saying that if Alfred could have…covered the whole thing up?”
“Exactly. It is completely within his power to pretend the whole incident never happened and dear Congressman Smith was killed by natural causes out of town. Or it was. It’s spun out of his control by now, mostly due to his media and his inability to just shut the fuck up.”
“What…but…that doesn’t make sense!”
“Thus the extra dose of stupid pills.”
(If Alfred could have just covered this up…why go through with the trial? Whoever he’s protecting would be safer if this whole thing just went away! Why is he doing this?)
Just then Antonio chose to come back, holding the bucket of ice and talking on his cell phone in rapid Spanish.
“Lovino, you have a call,” he said, handing the phone over.
“Damnit Antonio I don’t want to talk to him!”
“Please? He says it’s important.” Lovino grumbled, but snatched the phone and started rambling something in Spanish.
“Sorry, but could you two come back later?” Antonio smiled, guiding us to the door, “This could take a while. You understand si?” And with that we were locked out.
“…Well now what?” Maya asked.
(How should I know?!)
March 16, 11:45 PM. Alleyway.
“Nick…” Maya complained, “Why are we back here? Gumshoe said the police already got everything…”
“You never know. The police have missed stuff before.”
“We’re not supposed to be here though…”
“Its fine, no one’s here.”
“Who’s that?!” Maya quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me behind one of the crates as a figure came down the alley.
“Oh! I know you!” Maya jumped out suddenly, startling the man who backed up against the nearby wall.
“Bloody hell!” he shouted, “You gave me a fright there, love. What are you doing here?”
“Maya…who is this?”
“Eyebrows!”
“Eyebrows?” (They are really big…)
“Git. The name’s Kirkland. Arthur Kirkland. Don’t go forgetting it now.”
Arthur Kirkland
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Works for the British government. Was with Alfred on the night of the crime. Says he’s a gentleman, but has an abrasive personality.
Turnabout Hero [6c/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-04-05 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)“Um, yeah, if you don’t mind…”
“Don’t let his Britishness intimidate you Nick!” Maya whispered.
“Mr. Kirkland, how is it you know Mr. Jones?”
“Alfred and I go way back. A lot farther than I’d care to admit actually. Our relationship hasn’t always been…pleasant, but it is better of late.”
“Is that why you’re roommates?”
“That is more of a trial and error thing actually. Few people care to put up with Alfred’s hero complex.”
(I'm sure you have a few quirks of your own.)
“You were one of the ones who came the day before right?”
“Yes, that’s right. Alfred and I were to have a private meeting beforehand.”
“But, I thought everyone was here for a meeting of some kind,” Maya said, confused.
“Yes, we were, but Alfred and I needed to have a private meeting to go over some things before we went to the official meeting.”
“So many meetings…must get boring after a while…”
“I suppose, but there are some other perks about the job that keep it interesting. I’d tell you a bit more if I could, but-”
“Classified?” I guessed. “That’s fine. Can you tell me about the night of the murder?”“There’s not much to tell. Alfred and I had our meeting, but I can’t really say much about that.”
“How many people were there, or was it just the two of you?”
“No, there were three of us, Alfred, his boss, and me. Well four technically if you count my boss, but he was only there through a video conference.”
“Who’s Alfred’s boss?”
“I can’t answer, classified and all that. You understand lad.”
“What about-”
“My boss? Same problem. They are most certainly not involved in this in anyway, I can tell you that much.”
“What about after you left?” Maya chirped in, “Alfred said you had a fight.”
“We usually do. The boy doesn’t take criticism very well, which is a shame, because he needs it.”
(The boy? He’s only four years younger than you!)
“Can you be a bit more specific?”
“Unfortunately no, I can’t. Sorry, but it’s just about some classified government information.”
(Why is everything classified?)
“One of the hazards of taking on a government case, lad,” Arthur shrugged, “Believe me though, if this had any relevance or was able to help get Alfred off, I would tell you.”
“Um, Mr. Kirkland…” Maya asked hesitantly.
“Yes love?”
“Why won’t the police let you near the crime scene? The cop we talked to seemed pretty adamant about making sure you weren’t allowed anywhere near here. And why are you here now?”
“Ah well,” he blushed and looked away, “I’ve been looking for the second bullet ever since that night. The police-and the prosecutors-believe him to be lying about that…but don’t misunderstand! I’m not doing it for him! I’m doing this for myself!”
(What do you have to gain from trespassing on a crime scene to hunt for a lost bullet?)
“Why do they think he’s lying?” I asked, “I’ve heard his story and it seems reasonable. Besides, Mr. Jones is a pretty bad liar.”
“The prosecutors have this crazed theory that his bad lies cover up for when he really needs to lie, but that’s not the point. They, um, have some convoluted sort of ‘evidence’ to suggest otherwise.”
“What kind of evidence?”
“I can’t reveal the prosecutor’s case to you. That’s almost like cheating!”
“You’ve been talking to the prosecutors?”
“Well, yes…I’m sort of, er…a witness?” He blushed again and refused to make eye contact.
“What?!”
(Edgeworth did mention something about this yesterday, but still Arthur?)
“You witnessed the crime?!” Maya asked, completely shocked.
“Well, sort of…it’s a bit…complicated…”
“Did you see Alfred shot the guy or didn’t you?” I asked.
“What the…of course I didn’t! How could I see something that didn’t happen?”
“Then how can you be a witness for the prosecution!?”
Arthur blanched and swallowed. Suddenly chains sprang out of nowhere accompanied by several psyche locks.
“That’s not really important right now, now is it? You chaps feeling famished? I could sure go for some fish and chips right now…Blimey I haven’t been this exhausted since that football match that one time…”
Turnabout Hero [6d/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-04-05 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)“Have you been able to find the second bullet yet?” Maya asked.
“No, not yet…not that these bloody American cops will let me anywhere near the bleeding alleyway.”
“Well there don’t seem to be any now, why don’t we look together?”
“I’ve been searching for it for days,” Arthur said, “I doubt you’ll be able to just waltz in here and-”
“Found it!” Maya practically squealed.
“You…what now?”
“It’s right here.” She pointed up near the top of the right wall, and sure enough, after Arthur and I came to examine the spot where she was pointing, there was what appeared to be a bullet hole, complete with a bullet.
“Brilliant,” Arthur mumbled. “How are we supposed to get it out to check if it’s the correct one?”
“I’m sure we’ll think of something.” (I just wonder how it got up there in the first place.)
Second Bullet
Another bullet found in the alleyway. Found in the wall above where the murder took place. No way to check for ballistics yet.
“Hey! What are you three doing here?” A police officer shouted from the other end of the alley.
“Bollocks, they’ve switched shifts finally,” Arthur muttered.
“W-we were just leaving…”
“See that you do! This is a crime scene you know.”
After that, Arthur agreed to treat us to lunch and take us back to the hotel so we could prepare our defense. There wasn’t much and I still had a few questions left to be answered, but hopefully the trial tomorrow will answer some of them.
A/N: And that ends Investigation Day 1. Next is the trial. Wish me and Phoenix luck!
Re: Turnabout Hero [6d/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-04-05 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)And Arthur calling Maya "love" is priceless, as was Lovi crushing on her.
I'm beginning to worry about who the real murderer is, I can't imagine any of the nation tans doing it, at least in modern times (I may be unimaginative)...
And there's more suspense too, what are Alfred and Arthur's motives, and how did Lovinio get hurt?
Summary: Good luck to both you and Phoenix! I can't wait for the next part!
Re: Turnabout Hero [6d/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-04-06 09:44 am (UTC)(link)Anyway, I am really, really loving the way this reads exactly like the game. (Well, the game sometimes resembles a fic, too.)
Yay for Arthur finally showing his eyebrows and I can't wait to see how the trial will play out! Please let there be lots of finger-pointing and desk-slamming! Good luck author anon!
Re: Turnabout Hero [6d/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-04-10 01:14 am (UTC)(link)This is seriously awesome, you have this anon hooked(and totally curious about the real killer). <3
And now, time for some good ol' ass-kicking, Phoenix-style.
/shotGOGOGO!!
Re: Turnabout Hero [6d/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-04-11 04:22 am (UTC)(link)And yay! Arthur has finally appeared!
Still stalking you and good luck with the next part!
lol captcha says: jury parlay
Turnabout Hero [7a/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-04-13 06:26 am (UTC)(link)“Where is he?” Maya complained. “How can he be late for his own trial?”
“Who knows? Maybe he got held up in traffic, maybe he was shot by the angry mob outside…anything could have happened.”
“How can you just stand there all calm and stuff!?”
(To be honest, I’m just too nervous to do much else. The only thing I really know about this case is that Alfred didn’t do it, but other than that…)
“Oh good, you’re here!” A voice shouted. Alfred had finally shown up, wearing a military uniform.
(Military…?) “You’re in the army?”
“Huh? Yeah sorta. I was talking to my boss earlier and he said it might win me some points.”
“Is that why you’re so late?!” Maya asked.
“Yeah, I had to change and stuff…Sorry I made you worry, Miss Maya.”
“Who is your boss?” I ventured to ask, “Yesterday Arthur said he couldn’t tell me…”
“Ah, well, I can’t exactly tell you at this time either…when did you talk to Arthur yesterday?”
“He took us out to lunch.” Maya explained rather cheerfully.
“…I’m sorry, are you okay? It’s very noble of you to try and eat Arthur’s food but you don’t have to force yourselves.”
(…What?)
“Good morning Mr. Edgeworth!” Maya called out. Sure enough, when I turned to see where she was calling to, Edgeworth sauntered over, glaring at Alfred.
“Hello Edgey!” he greeted, thousand watt smile in place, either completely oblivious to the intimidating aura Edgeworth was giving off or simply choosing to ignore it.
“…Can you stop glaring at my client like that? He’s nervous enough as it is…”
“No, I’m good!”
(Well, I’m nervous enough as it is, and a glaring Edgeworth isn’t helping.)
“You…” he finally spoke, “Why can’t I find a file on you?”
“I dunno,” Alfred grinned, “I guess you’re just not looking hard enough.”
“I’ve checked with my contacts in all three branches for every position available including the one’s you clearly weren’t like Senator, Justice, and President, and I could not find a file for Alfred F. Jones. Why?”
“Clearly you just weren’t-”
“I was looking hard enough! Why don’t you exist, Mr. Jones?”
“Of course I exist! I can’t be standing in front of you right now if I wasn’t, and everyone in Washington has a file. How far back did you look?”
“All the way to 2000. Seeing as you’re only 19, even that’s pushing it quite a bit.”
“Only to 2000? I’m starting to wonder about your dedication to this task Edgey. HAHAHA!”
“Don’t call me Edgey! And what exactly do you mean by that?”
“Ah, you’re the one who decided to investigate me; you should figure that out for yourself. If I just told you that wouldn’t be very fun now would it?”
(Edgeworth did say he wanted to look into Jones, but why is Alfred treating it like a game?)
“You should get going,” Edgeworth said, “the trial’s about to start, but I will see you,” he jabbed a finger into Alfred’s chest, “afterward to talk about this some more, so don’t try and run.”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” Alfred winked before disappearing into the courtroom.
“…Mr. Edgeworth what was that all about?” Maya asked.
“Something about Mr. Jones doesn’t sit right with me. I can’t explain it so I’ve been looking into him. I went to talk to him about it yesterday, and he knew exactly what I was talking about, but he refused to tell me anything more except that my hunch was correct and that I should find out for myself.”
“What hunch is that?” I asked.
“Mr. Jones is…different. Special in some way I suppose is more accurate, almost like there’s a government conspiracy surrounding him, and he confirmed that there was.”
“What?!”
“More accurately, he said that many people have tried, and failed, to find out his ‘Secret.’ He wouldn’t elaborate any more on it than that, but he welcomed me to try.”
“That’s sorta like what Lovino was saying yesterday,” Maya said, “That Alfred was powerful enough to cover everything up…”
“He what!?” Edgeworth exclaimed, “Who told you that?”
“Lovino Vargas. He’s Alfred’s friend from Italy. He’s really nice.”
(Yeah, to you…)
“What did he say exactly?”
“Um…something about Alfred being higher up than a Congressman.”
“What’s wrong Edgeworth?”
Turnabout Hero [7b/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-04-13 06:32 am (UTC)(link)***
March 17, 10:00 AM. District Court, Court Room 3.
Murmur murmur murmur.
BANG BANG!
“This court is now in session for the trial of Alfred F. Jones. Are the defense and prosecution ready?”
“The defense is ready, your honor.”
“And is the prosecution -YEOW!”
“Foolish fool! Of course the prosecution is more than ready.”
“A-Alright then, Ms. Von Karma…your opening statement please, with as little whipping as possible if you can.”
“The prosecution’s case is perfectly simple: Alfred F. Jones killed Congressman Smith. There is no other option, no matter who tries to spin it.”
(Why is she looking right at me?)
“During the trial I will perfectly prove beyond all reasonable doubt Alfred’s guilt. That is all.”
“…Okay then. Feel free to call your first witness Ms. Von Karma.”
“YEOW! What was that for?!”
“You should be on your toes at all times, Phoenix Wright. The prosecution would like to summon Detective Dick Gumshoe.”
“…”
“Name and occupation!”
“Yeow! The name’s Dick Gumshoe and I’m a Police Detective.”
“And you led the investigation?”
“Well, no. Everyone else was busy, so they let me come here. They told me what to say though.”
“Well, tell us what you know then, Detective.”
WITNESS TESTIMONY
--What Happened--
“Jones called Congressman Smith out to the alley at around 9:00. Most likely to discuss something, but as of this moment, the police aren’t sure what.
It doesn’t matter though. The point is the Congressman said something that Jones didn’t agree with and they started fighting.
In the heat of the moment, Jones pulled out his gun shot him in the chest.
The police arrived at the scene only moments later and arrest Jones on the spot.”
“Well, it seems pretty clear what happened, I suppose.”
“Of course it is. That’s what happened. At this time the prosecution would like to enter Jones’s pistol into evidence.”
Alfred’s Pistol
The murder weapon. One of several owned by Alfred. Allegedly stolen the day of the murder. No fingerprints were found on it. Fired twice.
“Alright Mr. Wright, you may begin your cross-examination.”
(This should be pretty easy to take apart…)
CROSS-EXAMINATION
--What Happened--
Jones called Congressman Smith out to the alley at around 9:00. Most likely to discuss something, but as of this moment, the police aren’t sure what.
“HOLD IT! You said Jones called him? Can you elaborate for us? How exactly did he ‘call him out?’”
“Yeah, we found a vaguely threatening letter in the Congressman’s office.”
“Can we see them?”
“Uh, sure…”
Vaguely Threatening Letter
Found in Congressman Smith’s office. Request they meet in the alley at 9:00. Signed ‘AFJ.’
“How do you know Mr. Jones sent this?”
“How many other AFJ’s do you know around here pal?”
“Well I’m sure there are a few…YEOW!”
“If you’re so confident, Phoenix Wright, then name one!”
“I…uh…well I can’t think of one right now, but I’m sure there are a lot!”
“Ambrose Fitzgerald Jenkins!”
(Maya who are you talking about?)
“Oh? And who’s that?”
“I don’t know I just made him up…”
“Either way, that’s still circumstantial at best.”
“I think the fact that Alfred Jones showed up is proof enough, but if you want more proof Phoenix Wright, than let’s hear the rest of the Detective’s testimony.”
The police arrived at the scene only moments later and arrest Jones on the spot.
“HOLD IT! Can they do that? Just arrest someone for being at the wrong place at the wrong time?”
“OBJECTION! Alfred Jones just finished committing murder. The police have every right to arrest him-”
“OBJECTION!” SLAM! “That hasn’t been proven yet! And how were the police to know that if they just stumbled on the scene?”
“Tsk, foolish Phoenix Wright, it was obvious who the murderer was as soon as they arrived!”
Turnabout Hero [7c/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-04-13 06:42 am (UTC)(link)“Of course I can. A good lawyer always has evidence to back their statements, Phoenix Wright. One of the officers that showed up was able to take this photo of the crime scene.”
The photo showed Congressman Smith lying dead in the alley where he was found, covered with blood, which was also pooling around him. The gun was lying off to the left side, a little away from the blood, just out of reach, but the real focal point of the picture was Alfred, who was standing off to right, wearing a leather jacket that I hadn’t seen him in before, covered in blood.
“WHAT?!”
“And just to prove I’m not playing games, the prosecution also has the jacket in the picture to present as evidence.”
Photo of the Crime Scene
Taken just after the police showed up. Press Check for more details. Oh wait, you can’t.
Alfred’s Jacket
An old bomber jacket. Worn by Alfred on the day of the murder. Sleeves are covered with the victim’s blood. No GSR found.
“What do you think Maya?”
“Well, we know Alfred didn’t do it, so Gumshoe’s got to be wrong. Just do that thing you usually do and everything should turn out fine.”
(Thanks Maya…I think…)
In the heat of the moment, Jones pulled out his gun shot him in the chest.
“OBJECTION!” SLAM! “Detective Gumshoe, I assume you know what happens when a gun is fired, correct?”
“Of course I do. Someone usually gets shot pal.”
“Can you explain to the court what GSR is?”
“Well, it’s sorta…kinda like a…Yeow!”
“GSR, or gunshot residue, is principally composed of burnt and unburnt particles from the explosive primer, the propellant, as well as components from the bullet, the cartridge case and the firearm used. But what does that have to do with anything? Or are you just grasping at straws, Phoenix Wright?”
“When a gun is fired, the GSR ends up all over the shooters clothes, correct.” POINT! “Then why, if he really fired the gun, does Mr. Jones’s jacket not have any!”
“OBJECTION! I-it was raining that night! The GSR on the jacket must have just washed away.”
“OBJECTION! There’s still blood on the jacket! If the GSR was washed away by the rain…Then why wasn’t the blood?!”
Mutter mutter mutter.
BANG BANG.
“Order! This is a surprising turn of events. Detective, if Mr. Jones didn’t fire the gun, who did?”
“Um…”
“Alfred F. Jones was the only one in the alley other than the victim. He was the one that fired the gun. He must have taken his jacket off before the fight, shot the victim, then put the jacket back on.”
“OBJECTION! Then how did the blood do you explain the blood on the jacket?”
“Simple, he touched the body after the deed was done, most likely to check to see if he was actually dead. The blood was transferred to his sleeves then.”
(Franziska…does she really think the Judge is going to buy that?)
“Well I buy it.”
(Of course you do…)
“But I’m still not convinced enough to safely declare a verdict. Detective Gumshoe, would you mind testifying again?”
“Well, the thing is pal, I’ve already said my piece so…Yeow!”
“You’ve already served your usefulness! The prosecution has another witness lined up to erase any doubts the court might have.”
“By all means, Ms. Von Karma, call your next witness.”
(Here he comes…)
“The prosecution calls Arthur Kirkland to the stand.”
A/N: So like, whenever I play the games and I'm at the trial, things always make so much more sense in my head than they do in the game and I end up losing a lot of points that way, but I get it in the end. Anyway, the same thing happened here when I was writing, so if you just had a moment of "Um...wth was that?" that is because my head is a crazy crazy place.
And no picture for you. Sorry, but my artistic abilities don't extend that far. If a kind artistic!anon would like to try and draw it with my description, then go ahead, but I may have kept some details of it out for the sake of plot twists.
Re: Turnabout Hero [7c/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-04-18 07:30 am (UTC)(link)Re: Turnabout Hero [7c/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-04-20 04:39 am (UTC)(link)Re: Turnabout Hero [7c/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-04-20 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)I'm so glad I decided to try out something new.
This piece is amazing <3
Turnabout Hero [8a/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-04-21 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)Mumble mumble mumble.
BANG BANG!
“Witness, please state your name and occupation for the court…and where did you get that tea?”
“Arthur Kirkland. I work for the British Government, and I brought the tea from home.”
“I’m not sure how I feel about the witness drinking tea while testifying…”
“It’s an ancient British pastime,” sip, “You never get between an Englishman and his teatime, your honor.”
“Still, Yeow!”
“It matters not if he drinks tea or 17 cups of coffee. All that matters is his testimony!”
“How exactly are you related to the case, Mr. Kirkland?”
“Well I-”
“He is a witness. He witnessed the crime.”
“But I thought you said Mr. Jones was the only one in the alley during the murder? So if someone else was there-Yeow!”
“Everything will be made clear in time, Phoenix Wright.”
“Mr. Kirkland, please tell us what you know about the case.”
Sip.
WITNESS TESTIMONY
--What I Saw--
“Alfred and I had just parted ways.
I decided to take a shortcut back to the hotel when I may have gotten myself lost.
That’s when I heard the gunshot.
I peeked into the alley and saw Alfred, covered in blood, dropping the gun.
The police showed up moments later, and that was that.”
(If that was the case, why didn’t he tell me that yesterday? Something doesn’t add up.)
“Mr. Wright, you may begin your cross-examination.”
CROSS-EXAMINATION
--What I Saw--
Alfred and I had just parted ways.
“HOLD IT! What do you mean by ‘parted ways’?”
“I mean we split. He went one way and I went another sort of thing.”
“But you were both going to the same place weren’t you? Why not go together?”
“I, um, well, we sort of had a disagreement of sorts…”
“A violent disagreement?”
“What the…no! Just because you feel the need to carry a whip doesn’t mean everyone…ow! Don’t do that!”
“What did you and Mr. Jones disagree about?”
“It doesn’t matter…can’t even remember all that well myself to be honest.”
“It’s clear what happened: Alfred Jones initiated the fight so he could get to the alley at the appointed time and murder the Congressman.”
“OBJECTION! You don’t know who started the fight!”
“Witness, who started the fight?”
“…I did.”
(So much for that theory, Franzika.)
“Yeow! I didn’t say anything!”
“It was all over your face!”
“Witness, what happened next?”
That’s when I heard the gunshot.
“HOLD IT! How many gunshots were there?”
“One…well, I only recall hearing one.”
(What?! Arthur was the one looking for the second bullet…but he only heard one gunshot?!?)
“There may have been-”
“OBJECTION! The witness already said he only heard one. Any other information from outside his memory is irrelevant at this time.”
(So he only heard one…but still believes Alfred’s story over his own memory? That makes even less sense!)
“Well, what happened after you heard the singular gunshot?”
I peeked into the alley and saw Alfred, covered in blood, dropping the gun.
“HOLD IT! Did you see anyone else in the alley?”
“…”
“Mr. Kirkland?”
“…No, just Alfred and the victim.”
“Tsk tsk, Phoenix Wright, you’re not getting it that easily.”
“Well, when did the police show up?”
The police showed up moments later, and that was that.
“HOLD IT! Why didn’t the police question you if you were there?”
“Well, I got out of there as soon as they showed up, but there wasn’t anything really to say to them.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Well, I already told the operator everything.” Sip.
“Wh-WHAT?! When did you talk to an operator?!”
“Did I not mention? I placed a 911 call as soon as I heard the gunshot. How else do you think the police got there so fast?”
(Why didn’t he mention that before?!)
Murmur murmur.
BANG BANG.
“Witness! Why didn’t you mention you were the one that called the police in the first place?”
“I didn’t think it was necessary.” Sip.
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(Anonymous) 2010-04-21 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)“Exactly what I told you, I believe.”
“The prosecution has acquired a copy of the transcript. Unfortunately we couldn’t obtain the actually recording itself, but this should suffice.”
911 Call Transcript
A transcript of a call placed on March 10 at 9:30 PM.
Operator: 911 Emergency response.
Caller: Whoa hey whoa hey okay.
O: Um Sir? Can you please state the nature of your emergency?
C: …You sound kinda hot.
O: Sir, do you have an emergency or not?
C: What, yeah! Yeah! Yeah I’ve got an emergency! Some guy’s just been shot!
O: Where are you?
C: Uh, hang on…I just learned the street name like five seconds ago…uh…5th Street. Yeah 5th Street.
O: Sir, do you know the condition of the man who’s been shot?
C: He’s bleeding, like a lot. The other guy’s helping him, but…
Background: Is that Alfred?! Shit, we gotta go now!
C: Uh, I gotta go, but call me later!
O: Sir?
CALL END
“…”
“I…may have had a bit too much to drink that night…”
“I was under the impression you were at a work meeting with Mr. Jones until that point.”
“No one said it was a dry meeting.”
(True enough…but something’s still off.)
“What I don’t get is who was the one that identified the defendant? It seems like there’s more than one person in the background. Ms. Von Karma, do you have an explanation?”
“Just a drunken straggler in the background; it’s not of any concern to this court.”
“OBJECTION! A drunken straggler that knew Mr. Jones? Who just happened to run into Arthur on his way home? I don’t think that’s likely.”
“Well it doesn’t matter what you think, Phoenix Wright.”
“Your honor, I request that the witness gives more testimony about the 911 call.”
“Very well, I’m a bit curious as will. Witness, if you don’t mind.”
Sip. “Of course not.”
WITNESS TESTIMONY
--The 911 Call--
“I made the call right after I heard the gunshot.
I was a tad drunk, and a bit disoriented. I guess I just never expected Alfred to be in that kind of situation.
The police showed up a lot faster than I expected…
No one else was with me when I made the call, I know that much.”
“You didn’t leave anything out this time.”
Sip. “Not to my knowledge.”
“Alright then, Mr. Wright, you may begin your cross-examination.”
CROSS-EXAMINATION
--The 911 Call--
No one else was with me when I made the call, I know that much.
“HOLD IT! Then how do you explain the voice in the background?”
“A random straggler who knew Alfred I suppose. He lives in Washington so I assume a few people here know him,” Sip, “I didn’t know they were there when I was making the call.”
(Should I press him on that? Or maybe I should just let it be…I won’t get anything running in circles.)
“How could you not know they were there? In order for their voice to be heard, whoever it is must have been pretty close.”
“I wasn’t in a state of mind to notice all that much, what with the alcohol and the bloody Alfred. I didn’t even know another voice showed up in the call until later.”
“Well Mr. Wright, is what the witness just said important?”
“Yes very,” POINT! “I want that added to the testimony!”
“Grabbing at loose ends will only end in your failure, Phoenix Wright.”
“I only learnt about the other person after the fact.”
“Nick, does something seem…off to you?”
“Yeah, but I can’t pin down exactly what…”
“Maybe it’s just because he talks funny. There’s just something about a British accent that makes you believe he has to be telling the truth.”
(Even when he’s not…)
I only learnt about the other person after the fact.
“OBJECTION!”SLAM! “Mr. Kirkland, are you really the one who placed the 911 call?”
“Of course I am you twat! Who else would have?” Sip.
“You said something funny just now: ‘I only learnt about the other person…’ Who uses learnt?”
“That’s proper English git! What’s off is your ‘learned’ nonsense. Utter rubbish. Who would use that?”
“Apparently you.”
“I beg your pardon?!”
“The caller from the 911 call said, and I quote, ‘I just learned the street name.’ Either you slip into an American accent when drunk or, it wasn’t you who made the call!”
SPIT-TAKE!
Murmur murmur murmur.
BANG BANG.
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(Anonymous) 2010-04-21 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)“O-of course not…whoever transcribed the call was an American and Americanized my English…”
(Ack! I hadn’t thought of that…)
“Ooh! Ooh! Wait wait! I have one of those objection thingys!”
“Mon ami, you’re doing it wrong. You have to bang the table and point in order to get their attention.”
“Right right, I’ve got this…” SLAM! POINT! “AWESOME! I mean, OBJECTION!”
“Who…who are you?! This is a murder trial, not some circus!”
(What the…)
“Gilbert!!”
“Herr Wiellschmidt, just what do you think you’re doing?” WHIP.
Catch. “No it’s cool Franzi. I just remembered! See, it’s been bugging me ever since you brought it up, but that phone call sounded awfully familiar.”
(D-don’t tell me…)
“You were the one who placed the 911 call?”
“No, not exactly. It’s my awesome voice that’s in the background though!”
Murmur murmur murmur.
BANG BANG.
“Order! You mean you were with the witness when he came across the crime scene?”
“God no; everybody knows to never go drinking with Arthur. He’s a depressing drunk and a real buzz kill. The lawyer’s right though, Arthur didn’t make the call.”
“Witness…is that true?”
“Um…well…p-possible…”
Murmur murmur.
BANG!
“Witness I will not tolerate lying in my court! Miss Von Karma, did you know about this?”
“No. He admitted to the call so I didn’t bother looking into it. That was my mistake.”
“Why would you say that?”
Sip. “I have my reasons.”
“Care to explain them to the court?”
“Not really.” Sip. “I assume you’re not going to let me testify after that yes? I’ll let myself out.”
(Arthur Kirkland…a mystery wrapped in an enigma.)
“Well, Mr. uh…”
“Gilbert Wiellschmidt.”
“Mr. Wiellschmidt, since you were there would you mind testifying?”
“OBJECTION!”
“What is it Ms. Von Karma?”
“W-we don’t know if he was there! The prosecution doesn’t approve of just letting some lunatic testify in this court of law!”
“Aw Franzi that hurts…”
(Well if Franziska has an objection to it…) “The defense has no problems and insists on proceeding.”
“Very well. New witness, state your name and occupation.”
“Gilbert Wiellschmidt. And my job is being awesome.”
(That’s not a real job!)
“Well, tell us what you remember.”
WITNESS TESTIMONY
--What the Awesome Me Remembers--
“...
................
.................................”
“You don’t remember anything do you?”
“Not true! I was drinking…with Francis…and some other guy…we called him Antonio, but I’m pretty sure that wasn’t his name…and we ended up on a roof somewhere…”
“That’s it?!”
“Fool! You’re wasting the court’s time!”
“Since the witness’s testimony proves insufficient, I have no choice but to-”
“OBJECTION!”
“Yes Mr. Wright?”
“Mr. Wiellschmidt’s testimony could explain everything! We can’t just toss it out.”
“There’s nothing to toss out. He can’t remember anything.”
“He might…if we give him some time…maybe…”
“It’s already been a week!”
“No the lawyer’s got a point! One time I accidentally sold Feliciano when I was drunk and didn’t remember it until a week later! Lovino and West were so pissed…good times.”
(Do I really want him to testify…?)
“Herr Wiellschmidt, just stop speaking.”
“At this time I am not in a position to deliver a verdict. I am willing to postpone this trial another day in order for Mr. Wiellschmidt to recall what he did that night and for both the prosecution and the defense to continue their investigation and find out who really made the 911 call.”
“Yes your honor.”
“Hmph.”
“Then court is adjourned.”
BANG!
A/N: Short trial day is short. They'll get longer when more stuff happens. If you didn't get it, Gilbert caught Franziska's whip there. He, Ludwig, and Alfred will do that. The nations will probably all have different reactions to getting whipped (like Arthur was offended, Francis'll just think it's kinky, ect.) and everyone well will say ow or ouch or somehow vocalize their distress. I don't know why you'd ever want to know that, but I'm just saying.
And thank you all for your comments and for sticking with this! I'd respond to each of them, but it looks like this is going to fill up soon too. And I just moved in and everything...
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(Anonymous) 2010-04-22 02:14 am (UTC)(link)Prussia sold Italy. I just... lol. And England <3
“I…may have had a bit too much to drink that night…”
“I was under the impression you were at a work meeting with Mr. Jones until that point.”
“No one said it was a dry meeting.”
Just... Ily..
RC: twosomes small
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(Anonymous) 2010-04-22 02:30 am (UTC)(link)Gilbert's involvement in this is all hilarious, the fact that he remembers absolutely nothing, and how Francis had to give him advice on how to make an objection. Catching a whip with your hands is both difficult and painful actually, but since Franziska is German I guess that's why Gilbert can pull it off.
I really have no idea where this fic is going (unlike alot of the cases in the games). I can't figure out Alfred or Arthur's motives, and am very curious to find out which nations and what details are actually related or not.
<3
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(Anonymous) 2010-04-22 04:02 am (UTC)(link)I am. IN LOVE. with this fic.
I want to see a fangame made of this so badly!!
Re: Turnabout Hero [8c/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-04-22 04:59 am (UTC)(link)I get it! Arthur and Alfred are covering for Tony and England's fairies! WAHAHAHA! *shot*
...seriously though, this is very intriguing and got me hooked to a higher degree! <3
captcha said 'swiss wobblies' — nuu, just 'cuz Vash is trigger-happy doesn't mean he's involved...
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(Anonymous) 2010-04-22 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)I love how Arthur sips his tea throughout his testimony >w
Late OP is late and back
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(Anonymous) 2010-04-26 06:30 am (UTC)(link)“That was a weird trial,” Maya said when we got back to the room.
“I have a feeling it’s just going to get weirder from here on out…”
“Hm, I guess. But that’s what makes these things fun!”
(You say fun, I say a headache.)
“So, what do you think we should do now?” I asked.
“Arthur was lying about the 911 call, right? So we need to find out who really made that call.”
“That shouldn’t be too hard. I mean we only have nothing to go on.”
“Gilbert was with him all night. Francis was too!”
“And they were too drunk to remember anything…”
“Maybe we can bribe them to remember! Gilbert seems to like beer a lot…”
“Somehow I think that’s just going to make things worse…We should still try to find out what Gilbert did last night though. Whether he remembers it or not, he probably did witness the murder.”
“Yeah and Alfred and Feliciano still had some psyche locks that needed cracking. You should get on that.”
(Aren’t you supposed to be the spirit medium?)
“You know,” she went on, pacing the room, “I’m wondering why exactly Arthur lied in the first place.”
“People lie for a number of reasons; it could be anyone of them.”
“If you really want to know,” a British voice said from the other side of the room, “you could always just ask him.”
“…Have you been here the whole time?”
“Yes, Matt and I have been having tea since the trial ended.”
“Matt’s here too?!”
“Not anymore, he left…as soon as you walked in. He greeted you on the way out,” Arthur said, stirring his tea.
(Didn’t even notice…)
“So, Arthur,” Maya continued, “why did you lie about making the phone call?”
“…I already said I didn’t want to tell you.”
“HOLD IT! You said you didn’t want to tell the court, well, we’re not the court.”
“Stop bloody doing that!” He took a sip of his tea and looked out the window. “…What I’m about to say…just, don’t repeat it to anyone, especially Alfred or that frog.”
“Our lips are sealed!” Maya nodded excitedly.
“Hm,” he sat there for a few moments tracing the rim of his teacup with his finger, “I…Alfred and I, well, I practically raised him. I’ve known him ever since he was small and I’ve protected him and kept him safe in the past. I suppose old habits just die hard.”
“You lied…to protect Alfred?”
“Yes…Alfred is probably one of my closest friends, and I’m not very good at making friends, so even to say that…” he turned to look me right in the eye, “I didn’t want to risk him going to jail for the rest of his life just because some nutcase thought he saw something he didn’t.”
“You don’t know-”
“You’ve seen the call transcript. Humans have a tendency to see what they want to see. I wasn’t about to risk Alfred’s safety on the chance that the real caller hadn’t been influenced by the media and actually did remember what he saw.”
“And if the real caller ever did show up?”
“I was prepared to deal with that,” Arthur sighed, glanced out the window, and took a sip of his tea before continuing, “Going through with this…he really is a fool.”
(There it is again. Lovino mentioned the same thing yesterday.) “Is Alfred really so high up that he could just not have a trial if he wanted to?”
“Of course he is. Why do you think that the death penalty was never even put on the table?”
“Do they have the death penalty in the District of Columbia?”
“No, but this involves government officials, and the US government still allows it, though not very frequently. The press has been calling for its consideration, but no one in their right mind would even consider killing Alfred.”
“You just said-”
“The media is not in their right mind, but that’s not really the point.”
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(Anonymous) 2010-04-26 06:41 am (UTC)(link)“He’s an idiot. An idealistic, idiotic fool.”
“Can you be a little more specific?”
“As in does he have an actual reason? Yes, he does. Yes, I know what it is, although it really is ridiculous. No, I won’t tell you what it is if he hasn’t yet.”
“I guess we should go talk to Alfred then…”
“You should. Oh and um…” he blushed before reaching into his jacket pocket and pulled out a letter, “Because of what happened in court today, he’s being a stubborn idiot and won’t talk to me. Can you, uh…”
“We’ll deliver your letter for you,” Maya volunteered.
“Thank you love, I really appreciate it.”
Arthur’s Letter
For Alfred. It’s sealed with the British Government’s Coat of Arms, so don’t open it. Looks a bit official for a personal letter.
“What are you going to spend the rest of the day doing, if you don’t mind me asking?”
He sipped his tea and placed the cup back in the saucer. “Actually I was planning on seeing if I could get the ballistics on that bullet we found in the alley.”
“Really? How are you going to go about that?”
“I have a plan…of sorts. I’m actually just waiting for-”
As if on cue, a sharp knock was heard on the door. Maya, being the closest to it, opened the door to let in Francis, a short Japanese man I hadn’t met yet, and a large Russian.
(Why does it feel like the temperature dropped ten degrees?)
“Kiku! I specifically asked for your help and your help alone!”
“I’m terribly sorry Arthur-san, but you said the bullet was high up yes? I figured neither of us could reach it, so I asked Ivan-san to help us. Francis overheard us talking and ‘volunteered’ his services.”
“Say what now?”
Honda Kiku
Age: Secret
Gender: Male
Alfred’s and Arthur’s friend. Works for the Japanese government. A quiet, serious man who likes mechas and manga. Seems to know me somehow.
Ivan Braginski
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Works for the Russian government. Seems childish, but gives off an intimidating aura. Always wears a scarf and seems to be surrounded by cold.
“Ah, Arthur, how could you even think about investigating without my help?” Francis said as he draped an arm around the Britain’s shoulders.
“Easily,” he elbowed him away, hard. “I’ll take Ivan’s help because it’s easier than dragging a ladder, but I want the frog out of here!”
“It should be fine, yes?” Ivan smiled.
“No.”
“It’s not like I have anything better to do except go out drinking with Gilbert and Antonio…”
“Are you daft!? The last time you went out drinking you apparently witnessed a murder and then forgot about it!”
“Which is why I should go with you instead, mon cher.”
“I am not your cher!”
“Is this Alfred’s lawyer?” Ivan asked, looking me over. I shivered involuntarily.
“Yes, this is Phoenix Wright and his assistant.”
“It’s nice to meet you…”
“Hmmmmm,” the Russian hummed as he stared me down, “he doesn’t look like much. I couldn’t go to the trial this morning, is he any good?”
“He’s quite good in a pinch,” Kiku answered, “and is known for winning the unwinnable cases. Ah forgive me, Wright-san, Fey-san, I haven’t introduced myself yet,” he bowed.
“It’s quite alright…we were just heading out anyway.”
“Yes, good luck on your investigation.”
“You’ll need it…”
“Adieu! I would escort you, but someone has to make sure Arthur stays in line…”
“It’s the other way around you bloody wanker!”
Maya and I scrambled to get out of there as fast as we could. Who knew when Arthur would start chucking things.
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