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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.
Turnabout Hero [8b/?]
(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.
Turnabout Hero [8c/?]
(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...
Re: Turnabout Hero [8c/?]
(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
Re: Turnabout Hero [8c/?]
(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
Re: Turnabout Hero [8c/?]
(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...
Re: Turnabout Hero [8c/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-04-22 05:15 am (UTC)(link)Re: Turnabout Hero [8c/?]
(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
(Anonymous) 2010-04-22 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)Anywho:
DEAR SWEET JESUS.
AUTHOR!ANON I....
UGH ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
I would list favourite lines but like.
I love it all.
You capture the characters amazingly, both Hetalia and PW, and and and.
Buh. ♥
OH WAIT I CAN LIST A FAVOURITE LINE
“Very well. New witness, state your name and occupation.”
“Gilbert Wiellschmidt. And my job is being awesome.”
Besides, finding this fill on the fill list while plying Ace Attorney Investigates simply puts icing on the cake.
Turnabout Hero [9a/?]
(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.”
Turnabout Hero [9b/?]
(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.
Turnabout Hero [9c/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-04-26 06:48 am (UTC)(link)Loud chuckling, a lot of German, and sounds of a whip were heard as soon as Maya and I stepped off the elevator.
(Sounds like Franziska’s talking to Gilbert…)
Sure enough when we made our way around the corner, we witnessed Gilbert sitting on one of the chairs in the lobby, laughing while tugging at an irate Franziska’s whip.
“Let go!” she squawked at him, causing the albino to laugh before releasing her whip. “You’re as insufferable as ever!”
“You two know each other?” Maya asked curiously, causing Franziska to glare at us and Gilbert to laugh even louder.
“Yup! Franzi and I go way back. I make it a habit to introduce my awesome self to all the Vons in Germany.”
“He’s an annoying fool who has a habit of showing up when you least want him…I honestly don’t know how your brother puts up with you!”
“He knows his life would suck without me. Anyway, lawyer guy, did you want something?”
“Just wondering if you remembered anything yet…you’re testimony today was, um, interesting.”
“I always do my part to liven things up. But nope, can’t recall a darn thing yet, though if someone were to stop whipping me…”
“I only do it to jumpstart that pathetic thing between your ears.”
“Mr. Wiellschmidt, do you remember the third person you were with that night?”
“Not really. We called him Antonio, but that was just because he was replacing the real Antonio, I doubt it was his real name.”
“It was Lovino though wasn’t it?” Maya suggested, “He said he was with you and Francis that night.”
Gilbert’s smile fell as he honestly tried to remember. “Lovino…yes, we did drag him out with us at first…but by the time we got to the third bar, he’d split. We picked up someone else there, and he was the one that made the phone call.”
(Lovino left?) “What time did Lovino leave?”
“Um…around eight or eight-thirty I think. Check with Francis on that; he’s better with times and stuff.”
“Can you remember anything about the fake Antonio at all? What he looked like? Was he even a he?”
“He was definitely a he, or else…well, whatever, but no, not really…I’d remember his voice if I ever heard it again. It sucks though, because I’m pretty sure he owes me money.”
“Do you remember the bar you were at when you met him?”
“10th Avenue Freeze Out?”
“I’m pretty sure that’s a song…”
“Well it was on 10th Avenue somewhere. There can’t be too many bars on that street.”
(Just what I love…a wild goose-chase.)
“That was your voice in the background in the 911 call right? That’s what you said in the trial today anyway.”
“Yeah, that’s my voice making things awesome.”
“It seems whenever you ‘make things awesome,’” Franziska said, “you tend to complicate them for everyone around you.”
“And it’s awesome to watch. Try it sometime.
“You…”
“Why,” I interrupted, “did you run away when you saw Alfred?”
“For the record, I didn’t kill the guy.”
“I never said you did…”
“I know I just want that out there. Now, there are five sacred rules for hanging with the Bad Friends. Rule Number One, and this is probably the most important rule you will ever come across: Absolutely no cock-blocking. Ever. It’s not cool.”
“That’s…nice, but I don’t see how that-”
“Rule Number Two: Never start a land war in Asia. Seriously, bad decision.”
“What does that have to do with drinking?”
“Rule Number Three: No fruity drinks. Except for tomatoes, because really, those are more like vegetables anyway, and even then, only if you’re Antonio.”
“Okay…”
“Rule Number Four: If someone ends up outnumbered in a fight, you are required to help a bro out. Unless he’s offended you in the last 24 hours, then feel free to help kick his ass.”
(Remind me never to go drinking with you.)
“And Rule Number Five: If you see the host, get the hell out. This rule doesn’t apply when we’re in France or Spain, but nonetheless, it is still vital.”
“It still applies when you’re in Germany?”
“Technically West is the host when we’re in Germany…”
“And Germans thank god for that. At least one of you has sense.”
“Anyway, that’s why we had to leave when Alfred showed up. It’s really a buzz kill when we’re busted for an international incident right off the bat. Do you want me to write those down for you?”
“No, I think we’ll be fine…”
Turnabout Hero [9d/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-04-26 06:53 am (UTC)(link)“Get your own pen!”
5 Rules for Hanging Out with the Bad Friends Trio
The rules Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio use when out drinking. Don’t know why I have this.
“Thanks…I think. We’d better get going now.”
“Oh, if you’re going out, if you see Feliciano can you tell him Lovino is looking for him?”
“Sure!” Maya agreed, “See you guys later!”
(If Franziska doesn’t snap and stab him or something first…)
March 17, 1:35 PM. Detention Center.
Outside the Detention Center we ran into Edgeworth of all people.
“Hello Mr. Edgeworth!” Maya greeted, “How’s your investigation coming along?”
“He’s taunting me…I just know it,” he glared back at the entrance to the building, “He doesn’t think I’ll figure it out…but Miles Edgeworth doesn’t give up so easily Mr. Jones! I’ll show him how real prosecutors investigate! We’ll see whose laughing then won’t we!”
“…Edgeworth are you okay?”
“Ah, yes. Sorry about that. My investigation is going fine, how about yours?”
“…Peachy. What did you think about the trial this morning?”
“You have quite the cast of characters to deal with. I’m glad I’m not prosecuting this one.”
(Thanks for the confidence boost…)
“Be careful Wright,” he continued, “Gilbert Wiellschmidt, despite all other appearances, is a brilliant tactician. I’m not sure what, but he’s definitely planning something.”
“You knew Gilbert too Mr. Edgeworth?” Maya asked.
“Yes, I did live with the von Karmas in Germany for quite some time. Gilbert stopped by every now and then. He looks and acts pretty much the same as he did back then.”
“Well, he’s only 25 and leeching off his brother. He’s still just having fun with life I suppose.”
“25? That’s impossible; he was 25 when I first met him.”
“So, Gilbert lied about his age?”
“Why would he do that?” Maya wondered.
“What do you think Edgeworth?” He remained silent, staring off into space. “Edgeworth? Hello?”
“Yes I agree.”
“…It wasn’t a yes or no question.”
“I need to go check something, excuse me.” And with that he ran off.
Maya and I shrugged before going inside to meet with Alfred. He was back in his street clothes, looking unusually upset.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I guess…I’m a bit upset Arthur lied like that though. He almost messed everything up! I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
(Don’t repeat it to anyone, especially Alfred…what’s up with that attitude anyway? Surely if it mean he doesn’t hate him, it wouldn’t be too bad…)
“Nick!” Maya hissed, “We promised we wouldn’t say anything.”
“Say what now?” Alfred asked.
“Uh, nothing. I’m sure Arthur has his reasons.”
“I bet their stupid, like him. He’s stupid.” He pouted and looked away. “Anyway, is there anything I can help you with?”
“You didn’t happen to see who made the 911 call did you?”
“Nope. Didn’t even know Gilbert and Francis were on the roof.”
“You know,” Maya thought out loud, “if they were on the roof, isn’t it possible that they-”
“No. They didn’t. Trust me on this, Miss Maya. They can be jerks sometimes, but they wouldn’t do something like this.”
(Which brings us back too…) “One more time, did you really not see anyone else in the alley with you? Someone who could have fired the gun instead?”
The psyche locks returned. “No, not clearly. Sorry.”
Turnabout Hero [9e/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-04-26 07:02 am (UTC)(link)“Uh, well, yeah, I guess…my boss is actually very upset with me for going through with it.”
“Why are you then? Wouldn’t it be easier for the person you’re protecting if you just didn’t have a trial at all?”
“I-I’m not protecting anyone! B-Besides justice still needs to be served, whether I have certain privileges or not.”
“Is that…the only reason you’re having a trial? Because you want justice served?”
“There…may be another smaller reason, but it’s too complicated to get into right now.”
(Then why bother mentioning it? Now I’m curious…) “Oh yeah, Arthur wanted me to give this to you…”
“I don’t want it.”
“Huh?”
“Arthur almost messed everything up. He knows what this means to me and he went and…I don’t want it.”
“You’re not even going to hear him out?”
“I don’t have to. I don’t take orders from him anymore, I can do what I want.”
(Anymore?)
“But, he’s still really important to you isn’t he?” Maya asked, “It’s not an order, it’s a request. He just wants to tell you how he feels. Are you really going to ignore that just?”
He stared at the countertop for a bit and sighed. “You really know how to pull on some heartstrings, Miss Maya. Alright, I’ll read what he has to say.”
I slipped him the letter. Alfred broke the seal, pulled out a piece of paper, and read it through, chuckling when he finished.
“Arthur…you really are an idiot.”
“So…you’re good now?”
“Yeah…tell him, um…” he drummed his fingers against the glass, “just tell him to come see me I guess.”
“Okay!” Maya cheered.
“And, Mr. Wright, uh…thanks. For defending me and stuff. I know we haven’t been making it easy for you…”
“I’m a defense attorney; I’d be more worried if my job was easy.”
“Haha, true enough I guess. But still, thanks. Even if we lose, I’m still grateful for everything you’ve done.”
“If you honestly didn’t do anything wrong, then there is no way they can convict you.”
“Franziska’s good…” he muttered, “better than I thought, and who know who else might lie on the stand…”
“Alfred, I believe you didn’t do it. Just give me some time to convince everyone else of that too.”
“You’re right, Mr. Wright. I believe in you too. Get me off okay?”
And with a smile like that, who could possibly say no?
A/N: Oh dear, I'm afraid my OTP is showing...anyway, you guys!! You guys are awesome! Props to you guys! As a reward you get this, because spitting out 10 pages of this is easier than 5 pages of research. Go figure. Anyway, I might not have much time between now and the end of May for anything, so this is extra long, and be patient for a little. Did I mention that you guys were awesome? Because you are. Your random guesses make me :D and your kind comments boost do wonders to my ego. You all Rock!
Re: Turnabout Hero [9e/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-04-26 09:04 am (UTC)(link)Lovi's looking for Feli? He must be out celebrating their birthday...XD
Re: Turnabout Hero [9e/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-04-26 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)Btw, your fic has made me inexplicably want some FranziskaxPrussiaxEdgeworth! This needs to exist NAO via rule 34!
Okay, I was lying before when I said I had no idea where this is going. America saw Britannia Angel at the scene of the crime, and thought he commited the crime, when he flew off into the sky. So Alfred's covering for him. But really the crime was commited in a different location, and the murderer wished for Britannia Angel to manipulate the evidence! Britannia Angel moved the still living body to the ally, used fake blood (ketchup) and gunshots to fake the crime scene, and then once the fake crime scene was witnessed, he used his magic to summon rainclouds and wash away the ketchup, which if examined would give away the situation. The victim was alive for this and that's how he knew it was a setup. After Britainnia Angel flew away from the crime scene, he turned back into England and couldn't remember all the details, but America filled him in on what he saw. ~~FLAWLESS LOGIC!~~
...the sad part is it's not as far fetched as some Ace Attourney cases...
Good luck with everthing authornon, I look forward to more of this excellent story :)
OP says:
(Anonymous) 2010-04-26 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)And that part where it has more logic than some of the cases... That's so true, it's pathetic.
FANART COMING YOUR WAY
(Anonymous) 2010-04-27 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)I HOPE YOU'RE EXCITED?!
<333
Author!Anon is breaking her no-response rule
(Anonymous) 2010-04-28 12:16 am (UTC)(link)And I am very excited!!!! I shall wait right here until you post them!
Re: Turnabout Hero [9e/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-04-30 06:40 am (UTC)(link)Of course Kiku would know about GyakuSai! Thank you for that little reference. And I like your OTP. :D
Moving Again
(Anonymous) 2010-05-06 05:51 am (UTC)(link)