[no game, open RP] The "pester Edgeworth in his office" post

[truthsnomiracle]

[Chances are, when you enter room 1202 of the Prosecutor's Office, you'll find High Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth hard at work. He learned the hard way not to be too quick to throw people out when they interrupt him, so as annoyed as he probably will be once he notices your presence, you'll more likely than not get a sufficient chance to justify

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[stompyerface]

[Hello, sir, nice to see you again. There's a knocking on your door, and a very awkward, GB-memory loaded friend standing on the other side.]

[She gets the feeling he might not remember her, though.]

[truthsnomiracle]

[Strange. He wasn't expecting anyone, and no cases were in progress. Was he about to be informed of a new one personally?]

Enter.

Feel free to have Edgeworth have no idea who she is. :3c

[stompyerface]

[It could be, depending on how much he remembers. The door swings open, and a high school student dressed in neat casual business attire strides into the room, ever cheerful smile on her face.]

Nice to see you again, Mr Edgeworth!

I figured that was the idea. ;)

[truthsnomiracle]

..."Again?" I'm sorry, but I don't recall having seen you before.

[Well, Chie, that question seems to be answered...]

;)

[stompyerface]

Oh, uh, we worked on a case together a long time ago. My name's Chie Satonaka.

[She smiles and gets out a business card and offers it, regardless. It sure is an odd one, from a place called "Thor"...maybe it's a northern city, though.]

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth accepts and examines the card. S.S. Thor? Since when do cruise ships have their own attorneys?]

I believe that I would remember having worked alongside another lawyer as unusually young as my adoptive sister. However, I will allow you to furnish whatever information is necessary to direct me to the proper case file.

[Edgeworth gestures to the wall of bookshelves to his left. Holy crap that's a lot of case files.]

[stompyerface]

I actually brought it with me, if you like. An old robbery case.

[Chie sets a very neat folder on his desk.]

It's not really what I came here for, though. Detective Gumshoe directed me here as a witness from a serial murder case.

[Of which she's also supposed to brief him on.]

1/2

[truthsnomiracle]

[Well, at least it makes sense that a robbery would take place on -- wait, what?!]

[truthsnomiracle]

For what reason could Gumshoe not inform me of such a matter directly?

[stompyerface]

I'm not sure. I think he was still trying to decipher the case summary when I left.

[Speak up now if you don't want P4 spoilers. |3]

P4 spoilers are fine. ;)

[truthsnomiracle]

...That has an unfortunate degree of plausibility.

Sweet deal. :)

[stompyerface]

Well, it's a really weird case anyway, and I'm not even sure how much you're gonna believe.

[Chie pulls out another file, this one considerably thicker than the one before.]

Re: Sweet deal. :)

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth frowns at the size of this file, then looks for the case summary.]

I've seen quite a lot in my years in court. What appears impossible is typically either not as it appears, insufficiently understood, or a veil pulled over the truth.

/slowly... sneaks this in too... orz I'm so lame gawd

[stompyerface]

Oh, it's really not that it's impossible, so much as nobody'd believe it. Except, y'know, those that actually saw what was going on.

[The summary is rather bewildering, which is why Gumshoe couldn't make sense of it. A TV announcer by the name of Mayumi Yamano appeared hanging from a telephone pole one foggy morning, dead, and with no signs of what had killed her anywhere on her body. A few days later, the body of Saki Konishi, the high school girl who had found the body, appeared in similar circumstances; the only difference being that she was found up on a TV antenna.]

Heh, don't worry, in isolated bubbles like this you're free to slack.

[truthsnomiracle]

[Bewildering is an understatement. Edgeworth digs for the autopsy reports; surely there was something noted that could be construed as a cause of death. If not wounds or poisonous substances, then perhaps some vital organ showed signs of stress...]

If the witnesses' tales are implausible, then most likely the situation was easy to misinterpret.

ffffff ;u;

[stompyerface]

[Nothing. There are signs of incredibly high adrenaline, but no drugs, no signs of being frightened to death, or anything of the sort-- it's as if they simply stopped functioning.]

See, there weren't really witnesses to the murders, but there were witnesses to how it happened. If that makes any sense. Myself and five others almost died the same way.