[For the Shadow Angel Detective Agency] "Leave your body Leave this body now"

[death_dawg]

A note has been posted on the bulletin board of the main room:

To the agents of the Shadow Angel Detective Agency:

Witnesses will be needed for a post-mortem examination. I will be the operating room of the basement lab, this afternoon.

JacquelIt's been a while since Jacquel has used his stills, and in some ways, it does not quite surprise him

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[whutobjection]

After that whole business of last night being woken up by an irate older woman, Phoenix feels that's it's necessary for him to come. Still... Wasn't this Muraki's place?, he thought.

Phoenix has seen his fair share of crime scenes and victims in his times as a defense attorney, but he hasn't been privy to a post-mortem examination before. Seeing the body like this... honestly kinda freaks him out. He turns to Jacquel.

"Pardon, we never met before... I'm Phoenix Wright, a member of the agency..." He nods his head toward's Aramat's body.

"Who was the victim?"

[death_dawg]

By now, he's likely cut into Aramat's body, assessing the damage to the internal organs, thus her skin is peeled back in a Y-cut across her torso and her rib cage has been separated. Switching off the dictaphone and raising his goggles, the tall, dark gent in the surgical garb turns to Phoenix. "I wish we could have met under different circumstances, but it's good to have you here, Mr. Wright," he says, in a calm, deep voice. "I'm Mister Jacquel: I'm the medical examiner, crime-scene investigator and general scientific dogsbody of the agency." There might be a bit a wry smirk on the word "dogsbody".

[whutobjection]

Of course Phoenix being Phoenix, that joke goes right over his head. He may cringe a bit at the sight of her body being cut up, but says nothing about it, this is a necessary thing.

"Same here... now, about the woman?"

[death_dawg]

"I know her as Aramat Drawdes, but I have a good feeling the name was as pseudonym," he says, looking back to the body. "Female, mid-thirties, got into a nasty knife-and-metal claws fight with a strange young man I met in a hallway. He claims self-defense, but given the cuts the young man got, I'd say it was a fight gone horribly wrong and she got the worst of it."

[whutobjection]

"So in short, he murdered her?"

Looks like we have a case on our hands...

[death_dawg]

"Hard to say: I suspect the young man who killed her isn't want anyone would call mentally competent or whatever they're calling it these days. She wasn't the most stable person either, so the young man might be telling the truth when he said he was fighting back," he says, pulling on a pair of vinyl gloves. "Even still: for self-defense, it's pretty much overkill."

[whutobjection]

Phoenix looks over the body with a scruntched up look on his face.

“To say the least... whatever that is, thats not self-defense...” This is a straight up murder where I come from.

“Although I do have questions about all those scars on her arms and face... some look really old...”

[death_dawg]

"Self-inflicted," he says, eying the scars on Aramat's arms. "Given the angle and the shape of the incisions."

[whutobjection]

"She... wasn't all there wasn't she?" Phoenix says, finally getting what Jacquel was saying.

[death_dawg]

"No, she wasn't," he says, evenly and simply. "Which lessens some of her culpability in some ways. But it also puts the burden of her actions on whoever should have been looking out for her. Do you know if she had any family here, even an informal one?"