GAME 3 - Day 1

[protoshepherd]

[ Rise and shine, sleepy campers! You've managed to survive the night in a haunted (???) mansion where a murder just occurred. Are you sure you got some sleep? Probably not. Oh well! Who cares about sleep when



there's been another murder in the kitchen: Winston Payne. Stabbed in the gut with a kitchen knife. Ow... that must have been painful. . . If investigated, one will find that Pearl Fey's name written in the guy's blood on the nice clean kitchen tiles, with the man's right hand.

What's more, when you look up from the body, a Proto Badger will be looking straight at you. ]

Trial happen soon. Prepare.

[ And with a blink of an eye, he disappears. Though you can still see the badger in any reflective surfaces, looking at you. You're free to talk to him if you want to! ]

(( The shooped thing was just something for fun - please don't take it seriously and go all "THE NAME IS BADLY WRITTEN" etc."

For any questions, ping @sytry or @misailury in any of the crybadger plurks. ))

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[arurests]

Alright, everyone back away from the crime scene and let the pros handle it.

[ by pros, he means himself and shih-na.

and???? what is that sticking out of his back pocket? (It's winston payne's fan which reads "guilty" in japanese.) feel free to point it out to him, because wolfy sure hasn't realised it yet. ]

[thefaceofjustice]

[TIME FOR A CRIME SCENE TURF WAR.]

Thank you for your assistance in clearing the area, good citizen. Now you back away, too!

[arurests]

[ where is shih-na for this... ]

Who are you supposed to be?

[thefaceofjustice]

The one-and-only Detective Bobby Fulbright of the LAPD!

[usefulanalysis]

By professionals do you mean you, Mister Angry Wolf?

[Because this thoroughly annoying girl pretty much figures you aren't actually all that professional at all.]

[arurests]

Lang.

[ that's it. that's all he says. ]

[deverybeste]

[Guess who's standing in the kitchen's doorway and effectively blocking it? This kid. He's no longer dressed as the Riddler now, instead wearing something old-timey he found in his wardrobe. Not that he's the kind of guy who steals a dead person's clothes, but he just had the distinct feeling it was okay to take them.

Despite being a prosecutor, he stands frozen in shock in the face of gruesome death. ...He's only a rookie, okay, cut him some slack.]

A-Another one?!

[thedivineroar]

[And there was this defense attorney who was trying to get into the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat. He had gotten out of his costume and now wore a worn out red coat and casual brown pants. He still had bandages wrapped around his right eye though.]

What's the hold up? Another what? [He hadn't realized what had happened and since Sebastian was blocking the way, he couldn't see the body very well. He tried to look over him and will notice something off. Was that blood on the floor?]

Someone else has been killed!?

[deverybeste]

[Sebastian whirls around in the doorway, but still doesn't step aside. He simply doesn't realize that he's causing the hold up, body or no body.]

This is terrible! What do we do?! The killer's still... killing! [Unless it was an accidental death, but even someone like Sebastian would have his doubts on that.]

[bewrightback]

[Phoenix is still wearing the Dumbledore robes - they're oddly comfy. He's left the much less comfy fake beard behind in his room, but he's still toting the toy wand and wearing his shiny attorney's badge when he comes down that morning.

And what a scene he comes down to... a dead Payne, Pearl's name in blood, the creepy Badger and the promise of an impending trial...

First, he turns his attention to Payne's body, pocketing his hands with a frown.]

Winston...

I'll try not to forget you this time.

[And then, his attention towards the message.]

...I'm sorry, but have messages like this ever turned out to be right?

[cantread]

[Who knows.

But there is now a cat sniffing at the dead body's finger, being careful not to step in any blood.]

...nope, can't reach him.

[What a mysterious thing for a cat to think-say. Truthfully, it's that he can't find a core, so he can't rewind this guy's time and save his life. What a pain.

Sissel looks up at Phoenix and meows to get his attention.]

hey, robe-guy. What does the word here say?

[His journal name, it is very relevant.]

[bewrightback]

[Phoenix gives the cat an utterly baffled look first and foremost.]

Did you just say something?!

[thedivineroar]

[Apollo was out of his costume today and into worn red coat (badge visible of course) and casual brown pants he had gotten out of the closet. Strangely, he still had bandages wrapped around his right eye. He had his arms crossed, looking at the crime scene before him from the doorway to the kitchen with a stern look on his face that could rival Edgeworth's. Maybe.

He didn't have as much of a history with Payne, but he still was the prosecutor that presided his very first trial. Rude as he was, he didn't deserve this.]

It's not her. [Apollo suddenly declared from behind Wright. He didn't care if there was no evidence, he didn't believe the message one bit.]

[bewrightback]

[Phoenix didn't notice him until he spoke up, and then he turned to face him.

That glare! Don't tell me he's been moonlighting with Edgeworth...]

I know. [He states plainly and simply, with a nod of his head.]

It's the others who will need to be convinced.

[usefulanalysis]

Hey. Um. Mister Wright?

[Ema wanders over after her talk with Lang.]

I may have found a clue.

[bewrightback]

Ooh... That's good news! [He greets her with a friendly smile.]

What did you find?

[geonomy]

[Y e a h , Clay's not going anywhere near that scene after seeing all that blood. He's an astronaut, so he goes through grueling training and exercise every day, and yet the sight of blood, just the thought of it, can make him weak in the knees and sick to the stomach. This, and the fact that it was such an awful murder to a person he saw walking around, alive and breathing, just yesterday is enough to get him to sit on the floor outside the room, head between his knees and fingers interlocked behind his head, and mutter "I'm fine" to himself. Or maybe space facts. Anything to get the image out of his head.

When he hears someone nearby who is investigating the scene, he does, at least, lift his head enough to ask:]

How do you deal with stuff like this?

[He's an astronaut, not a lawyer nor a detective. Nor a cat, apparently.]

[arurests]

Just tough it up, boy.

[geonomy]

Ha, yeah... Trying, trying.

[Deeeep breath.]

I'm fine, I'm fine.

[thedivineroar]

[First thing on Apollo's mind after discovering another victim, find Clay. Thankfully he wouldn't have to go too far to find him. Despite being out of his costume now, he still had bandages wrapped around his right eye.

He settled himself beside his best friend with a frown.]

It's not easy, I had a tough time the first time I had to examine a body. But then, I remember that someone's depending on me to defend them. If I let something like this bother me, how can I possibly help my client?

[geonomy]

[Oh good, Apollo found him first. Once Clay's stomach stopped churning, his first thought would've been find his best friend and make sure he was okay. And it's such a relief, hearing his voice and knowing he's fine, that for a moment the tension in his shoulders relaxes.

He listens, though. And after Apollo's finished speaking, Clay lets out a sigh and straightens up until his head is against the wall.]

No, I know. You've got a lot of people depending on you to figure things out. [He leans over to bump his shoulder against Apollo's.] You're way better at this than I am.

[cardboard_journalism]

Kahk kahk kahk...

So... uh... who was this guy? He looks like a nervous homeroom teacher...

[bewrightback]

Well... That would be Winston Payne. A prosecutor who was known for employing underhanded tactics, picking on newbie attorneys and having the most shrieking objections you ever did hear...

[cardboard_journalism]

Underhanded tactics?! Kahk kahk kahk! Like what?

talking to a badger

[decrescendos]

[Staring into a mirror.]

Really? A trial? Think I've had enough of that shit, man.