The only way out is up (Complete)

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Characters: Maureen Johnson, OPEN to anyone who wants to come across her. :3
Content: After breaking her engagement with Joanne, Maureen finds herself in a different Manhattan.
Location: Alphabet City
Time of day: Mid morning
Warnings: Maureen likes to flirt. A lot. And Franziska has a whip.

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[feelmywhip]

Franziska von Karma didn't have any 'friends' in this city yet, and as such had no obligations to anyone but herself for the time being. The talk with Tara Maclay had yielded a set of circumstances that she was loathe to even think about, let alone acknowledge as possible, and after the blackout and subsequent locking out, she'd decided that perhaps getting a better feel for this place would be the best idea. She wouldn't have Scruffy here to learn things for her, so she'd need to do it herself. (Even then, Scruffy hadn't really been the best choice when information transferal or gathering was involved so perhaps this hadn't changed anything after all

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Maureen's gaze flickered around. The place certainly hadn't been this wrecked yesterday... She was ready to turn the corner when she felt a sharp lash at her thigh and the crack of a whip. What the...

A woman (pretty cute one, really) stepped out from around the corner... She smirked and dropped her hands from her belt loops so she could place them on her hips. "Ah, and you're one of those fools, right?" she shot back. "Look, I know lots of people live in New York... But this is the emptiest I've seen the streets... Ever. Not a single bum in sight."

She allowed her gaze to slide over the woman quickly before shrugging. "Whatever. But these buildings weren't this messed up yesterday either... So I really don't know what's going on."

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Franziska recoiled visibly at the accusation leveled at her before quickly regaining her former confidence and smirking smile. The whip twitched in her hand, though she didn't use it again for the moment. Her free hand moved to rest against her hip as she took in the woman's appearance. At least she looked like she belonged here... relatively speaking.

Apparently, she was also one of those 'newcomers.' What a foolish day this was going to be.

"You obviously have either just arrived or not been paying attention," came the answer as Franziska regarded her companion with a look of disdain. "Many people do live here, but there's a reason few dare to walk the streets these days. Yesterday for you wasn't yesterday for this city." The explanation wouldn't make any sense to the woman and Franziska was more than sure of this; however, the prosecutor liked to set up verbal traps for other people to fall into. It was part of her job description, after all.

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Maureen tried to not look too pleased with herself as the woman reacted to her first accusation, of her being one of the fools. She should have been ready for such an attack, really, with the way her vocabulary was and all..

"Just arrived? Look, I've lived in New York all my life! It's never been like this before..." she trailed off as the woman continued. Pressing her lips together, she crossed her arms over her torso. "What the hell are you going on about? Is this some freaky alternate dimension shit that's going on? Or just one big practical joke?"

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Franziska's whip turned over on the ground as her hand fiddled with it, her mind trying to decide if that statement warranted a retaliation of some sort. Normally, she wouldn't hesitate to use it, if only to get someone to shut up and stop being a moron. Perhaps Miles Edgeworth's last actions in the city had caused her to rethink that; it would be impossible to know, as Franziska was not even admitting the possibility to herself, let alone anyone else.

The fact that the woman shut up long enough for the prosecutor to explain was good enough for the time being. "Look around you," the silver-haired woman directed, the smirk still in place. "If it's a practical joke, I don't find being drug ten years into the past very amusing, though I'm sure some do like that sort of thing. If a fool had to give it a foolish name, they might foolishly call it an 'alternate dimension.'"

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She was from the future... Of course she was. Maureen wasn't ready to believe any of this crap for a minute. "Right... So you're from the future... What year is it, then?"

She turned and glanced around. Some things had changed... and not just in the destruction aspect... Running a hand through her hair, she sighed and shook her head. "It's all a dream anyways," she murmured. Or a hallucination. She had drunk quite a bit after her blow up with Joanne last night... Maybe that tequila was messing with her head...

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Franziska's expression turned into a glare as she regarded this foolish fool before her. She'd been expecting something of the sort, though that didn't make the prosecutor happy about the situation as a whole. At least she could safely say whoever this was was in complete denial. She was refusing to acknowledge even simple things that were right in front of her eyes.

Never mind the fact that Franziska had done the exact same thing when she'd first arrived, and that she was still doing it in some respects.

"I have no idea what year it would be for you," the prosecutor answered curtly, the smirk reforming on her lips. "In this city, the year is 2009. I'm from Los Angeles in 2019. If you doubt me, check one of the computers lying around here. The network still works."

That was all she'd say about the network until the woman either believed her or figured it out for herself.

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2009? Maureen glanced back at the woman and smirked. Really? And then she went off and proclaimed she was from 2019? Okay... She's play along for now. "So, I'm 19 years in the future... You're ten years in the past... And... something's torn the city to hell?"

She laughed softly and eyed the whip in the woman's hand. "So... is that why you carry the whip around? Or are you just into that sort of thing?"

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Franziska didn't even try to hide the smirk on her face, or the chuckle that escaped her lips, a sound that showed just exactly what she thought of Maureen's words. "Only a fool refuses to believe the evidence," she commented disdainfully, turning the whip over in her hands again before she let it lash out. If the woman wanted to make a comment about it, she'd have to deal with the consequences

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Maureen crossed her arms and turned back to the woman. Her choice of vocabulary was definitely interesting. Did they lose several words in the future and have to place "fool" in wherever they could?

Smirking slightly, she took a few steps closer to the woman and trailed one and down her arm, resting where her hand was gripping the whip. "Perhaps," she grinned. "I could use some guidance from a pretty thing like you. I've been foolish enough to try and deny being here, after all."

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Of all the things Franziska had been expecting, having someone reach out and touch her whip definitely had been far from her mind. The prosecutor recoiled again, attempting to yank her hand out of the woman's grasp with a look akin to the foolish Godot when Phoenix Wright shot down his foolish theories.

"You do seem in need of guidance," Franziska answered curtly, taking a step away to put a little distance between them for the moment. "I will accompany you for the moment, until you find someone you know. With the way people have been appearing here, I'm sure you'll know someone."

Not waiting for a response or any indication that Maureen was going to follow her, Franziska turned and started to walk away. If the girl didn't want to follow, that was fine with the prosecutor. It wouldn't be here fault if Maureen got chomped by a parasite crab because she was foolhardy enough to foolishly insult her only helping hand here so far.

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Maureen relaxed her grip on the woman's hand as she yanked away, giggling slightly under her breath. "I'm more than happy to accept your offer," she replied with a grin.

She watched the girl turn and start to walk away, her gaze lingering slightly. "And if I don't know anyone, I'd be more than happy to... get to know someone," she assured the woman, skipping forward to catch up. She soon found herself keeping the same pace as the woman who'd found her. "So do you have a name, babe?"

watch out, Maureen, or she'll start calling you by your full name 8D

[feelmywhip]

Franziska didn't offer much in the way of a response at first, too busy trying to remember where she was. At least the woman wasn't foolish enough to stay behind. The prosecutor ignore the emphatic placement of words in the woman's sentence, and focused on the fact that she'd been asked for her name. She was still getting used to the fact that people didn't know her here.

"I am Franziska von Karma, the Prodigy," she answered smoothly, the words coming out of her mouth as though she had trained herself to say them, which was probably true. That was how she'd greeted the courtroom on several occasions, after all.

By now, her whip had been coiled in her hand as she walked so it didn't drag on the ground and trip her. "I suppose you have a name as well?"

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As they walked, Maureen worked on straightening out her jacket and accessories. The engagement ring long forgotten in her coat pocket, she twirled the other rings on her fingers. "Prodigy?" she repeated, still grinning.

"Well, Franziska, I'm Maureen." There was no reason to give out her last name anyways, she was rarely referred to with it. "It's a pleasure to meet you," she added, her lips curling into a sly grin.

[feelmywhip]

And now Maureen was asking about her title. What kind of backwards place did she come from? Was this city in the past that foolishly moronic?

"The prosecuting prodigy," Franziska answered tersely, turning down a side street. A glance at a street sign told her it was 10th Street and she knew she could get back to a landmark from here. She didn't return the 'pleasure to meet you,' instead choosing to further explain her old title.

"I had a perfect record in Germany, flawless until I came to this country. Once here, someone tarnished the good name 'von Karma.'" And he would pay for it someday. She still swore she would take him down one of these days, even if she had to recreate her own courtroom in this foolhardy place. "I became a prosecutor when I was thirteen and never lost a case til I met Phoenix Wright last year. The Fool..." She let her voice trail off for the moment, choosing not to say anything more unless prompted.

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Maureen had stopped listening after Franziska explained that she was a prodigy prosecutor. Great. Another lawyer. Just what she needed.

"Ah, you don't say," she replied lightly... though she wasn't exactly sure what the woman had just said. Something about being thirteen and never losing to a fool... Or had she lost to a fool? "You're quite an interesting case..." That was safe enough of an answer. She shot the woman a smile as they continued walking the streets. At least those hadn't changed...