FRANZISKA VON KARMA ♦ [010]

[perfektioniert]

Who: All of Somarium! Everyone may enter! ANYONE.
Where: Reception hall in the second district
Style: First
Status: Open

Welcome to the Second Annual Police Banquet and Award Ceremony!The men blocking the front doors of the reception hall will not allow any guest in without both formal attire and a ticket, unless you are particularly sneaky. It

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ITT: THE POLICE TAKE CHARGE

[chose_death]

[But Edgeworth will have little time to sicken himself further over his adoptive sister's untimely demise.

At the back of his throat, where his neck meets his shoulder, Edgeworth will feel a large, sturdy hand grip him firmly and hold him back from the woman. It is Inspector Javert, who leaped out of the crowd and straight to action before anyone else could properly respond, his face grim, solemn, and alert. He pulls the Chief Prosecutor away from the fallen girl and turns him to stare full in the face.]

I am very sorry for this, Monsieur. I do respect your authority as my superior, [murmurs Javert with a steely voice.] But you are leaving. Now.

NIGHTRAY! [he calls commandingly over the crowd.] Come here! You will take Monsieur away immediately! Send for the emergency physicians on your way!

[Javert, with a hand gripping Edgeworth like a vice, turns to survey the crowd and shout crisp, abrupt instructions over the din:]

The rest of you, stay back! Weasley, Brooks, Death the Kid, we need a perimeter. Vermillion, Potter, snatch your partners and search the grounds for evidence. Hurry up!

O7

[sonuvasnitch]

[ Why does this always happen to Harry? Can't he ever just have a good thing happen to him without something going absolutely off it's rocker right after? Still he has the sense to get Draco out of here and get to work. ]

Draco, listen to me. Go home. Go back with your parents all right, don't worry you'll be fine with them. [ At least he can trust Lucius to protect his family. ]

Ron! Meet me outside when you're done!

[ And with that Harry's turned and heading back through the kitchen to the scene of the crime. ]

[snapekillsedgar]

[After shoving his way through the crowd, Elliot had been frozen on the spot in shock the instant he saw who had come through the door, and the state she was in. As much as he usually tried to avoid dealing directly with von Karma, he respected her a lot. Her strength was a driving force for the police. The thought that someone was able to take her down was completely unimaginable.

Thankfully, he was not far off when he heard the Inspector's booming voice over the panicking crowd. Within moments of hearing the command, Elliot was already there by Edgeworth's side with one hand grabbing the prosecutor's arm, and the other on his back, ready to push him all the way out the back door of the banquet hall if he had to. He threw the Inspector a quick glance and a nod, indicating that he was ready to take over.]

Sorry about this, Prosecutor Edgeworth. [It was a quick mutter, knowing full well that the man wasn't going to appreciate this at all.]

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[Though obviously there is little chance for her survival by this point in time, the immense amount of blood staining the floor beneath her is more than enough evidence of that, Franziska still somehow manages to hang on long enough for Miles to fall at her side. Stubborn woman just won't let herself go quite yet.

The loss of blood is already playing games with her mind and her failing vision, meaning Franziska can barely comprehend the frantic shouts and pounding footsteps around her, but the young woman finally focuses in on the concerned face of her brother.]

M-Miles... [Her voice is weak and all of her usual authority and command has disappeared. She's a helpless little girl again, completely terrified for herself as she feels the very life drain out of her. Without any warning or attempt to hold back her emotions, she begins to cry. Suddenly, being perfect and playing the part of a respected prosecutor has lost all meaning with death so close by.]

I'm scared, Miles.

[snapekillsedgar]

[As valiantly as he tried to hold the prosecutor back, Elliot was indeed younger and smaller then Edgeworth. As he moved to Franziska's side, Elliot frowned, knowing that getting him out of there would be difficult. It might have been his job to get the prosecutor out of there, but he wasn't cruel. He gave him a few moments, quickly pulling out his dreamberry and calling for an ambulance in the meantime, and finally, following Edgeworth.

He already had his hands on the other man's shoulders, ready to pull him back when he realized that the prosecutor was holding onto von Karma. If he tried to pull him away now, he could have ended up hurting the woman even further.]

Edgeworth, you have to get back!

[maroonweasley]

Hermione... [see this is the problem when it's sort of just the trio here] Hermione go back to the cottage; make sure no one comes in unless it's me or Harry alright?

[Hermione is the best at spells anyway, she was the one to put up the enchantments to keep them safe and hidden after all.

That said, he's off after Harry wand out to catch up with him. Guess it was too much to hope that parties here would always be blessedly normal now isn't it? But still, he's caught up now, ready to find what he needs to.]

[soulsymmetrical]

Understood.

[this was not what was supposed to happen at all, and he honestly couldn't believe that this happened. while everyone had been here enjoying the party, Franziska von Karma had been attacked and Kid could feel her life slipping away. he knew that only something of a miracle of someone with extreme healing powers would be able to save this young woman's life.

the irony that a death god was here and now someone was lying on the floor dying, her soul about to taken.

but there was no time for reflecting on cruel ironies. after hastily excusing himself from his friends and telling them to be careful (as well as keep an eye out for anything-if there was anyone he could trust with that, it would be them), he did as ordered. immediately he had tried to keep track of any souls that may have left the building, but it was too late to catch the killer, he knew that much. whether they fled or stayed, he wouldn't be able to tell. which was another reason why he was mentally kicking himself for letting his guard down.

so now all that was left was to do all that he could to secure the area and try to figure out what the hell happened.]

[unsureazure]

[At first, Noel is stunned by the scene. The intimidating young woman, Franziska von Karma, someone that she both admired and feared... laid there bleeding and scared. Even the usually collected Prosecutor Edgeworth is distressed. The moment is both surreal and horrifying to her. Every fiber of her being wanted to panic and cry, but... She's unable to do that. Bolverk wouldn't let her do that, and it begins to use its magic to dampen her feelings. Hearing the Inspector's orders further sealed her nerves.]

... Roger that.

[She picks up the skirt of her dress to make it easier for her to run, and proceeds to make her way to the kitchen door. As she passed by the place where Franziska lay, she called out to Elliot:]

Officer Nightray, when you've finished, meet me back in the kitchen to assist in the investigation! Tell Leo and Miss Vanessa to go home while you're at it!

[Right now isn't the time for familiarity; they were on duty right now, as cruel as circumstances are. With that, she heads through the kitchen doors.]

[chose_death]

[Until this point, Javert had silently leveled a grim, surprised contraction of the brows on that fool of a dying girl, Franziska, for wasting her remaining breath. The fact that she can speak at all is a marvel, but it is rather clear to anyone who has seen death in the face that she will not last longer than another minute or two. The corner of his mouth twitches at Vermillion's last line.]

Good God! [he mutters like a curse under his breath, his brow furrowing deeply. He casts a grimace at Elliott's (admirable, but ill-guided) insistence.]

Nightray, there is little use. Wait a few minutes; take Monsieur out at the proper point. You will know when. The medical staff will come soon. And --[he raises his voice again, addressing the entirety of the police force as well as any civilians present,] no one is to leave until they make an official interview. There must be two men posted at every exit!

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[That is all the young woman needs to hear.

With her big brother watching over her protectively, Franziska von Karma heaves a heavy sigh and closes her eyes.

It isn't much longer after that sad moment when her labored breathing halts completely.]

ack sorry I lost this in the rest of the tags I totally forgot to track it orz

[sonuvasnitch]

[ Harry skirts past Franziska's body, and casts one look at his superiors fallen body before moving on. It wasn't the first nor the last time he was likely to see a dead body, but that doesn't make it any easier on him. Still he's managed by now to push the emotions down into his stomach and out of mind.

[ There's a definite trail of blood leading from where Franziska had fallen, and Harry follows that. ]

No worries~

[maroonweasley]

[It's been so long since Ron last saw a dead body - it'd have to be close to a year now (for him at least) since the war ended and he guesses he's been lucky here so far.]

Harry?

[He's all caught up now, serious look on his face.]

Can't believe this happened here...she's on the police and we're all here. [There's a shake of his head as he takes his eyes off the blood for a few minutes.] D'you think she'll be okay?

[sonuvasnitch]

[ Harry gives Ron a grim look. He knows the look of a dead person when he see's it, and with that much blood loss there's no way Franziska could be okay. He hadn't been around to hear her speak to her brother, but that would have been a miracle in and of itself. ]

I can't really believe it either.

[maroonweasley]

Right.

[He pushes his sleeves up and out of the way, looking around for anything that might be a clue but there are so many people here with different abilities that they might not have left evidence at all.]

Anything in particular we're looking for, apart from following all the blood.