Obscured Truth; Court is in Session Dec 6, 2010 16:20:16 GMT -5
Post by Yoshimitsu on Dec 6, 2010 16:20:16 GMT -5
OOC- Okay here we go! The first part of the Phoenix Wright RP! There's gonna be a few details at the bottom of the post, so make sure to read those.
POHATU SEZ: Half the following conversation provided by . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . POHATU
POHATU SEZ: Half the following conversation provided by . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . POHATU
A card slides across the table.
Both hands are revealed.
"Waste of time... You're a filthy cheat. You think I can't tell?"
"Unusual. One does not usually find oneself being called a cheat after losing the important hand."
"Don't patronize me. There's no way I could've won, I haven't played since college. As if I even liked these kinda games."
"This is a game of fortune, Commissioner. How do you suppose a card game is won without fortune?"
"There's no such thing as a victory without skill. You're the ace, boy, not me." A pause. "And you are also a cheat, which I know when I see. You fixed the deck. You played to lose."
"You wound me with such slander. I never play to lose. Why should I?"
"Must be trying to lure me into a false sense of security."
"There's no honor in cheating at cards. If I can't beat someone like you under with my own skill, then I should not be playing."
"Great. Here we go. Honor among -- You think you know what honor is, boy? What is this, the gambler's creed? Don't get high and mighty with me, now--"
"Please. Getting high and mighty on you is second nature to most folk. Maybe it's a fault of your own."
"So: you're a liar, a cheat, and an elitist prick. Good. That's fine. That's just human nature. You've got people in every squalid den this side of the Pacific muttering that no one can beat you at cards, of course you think you're hot shit. But let me tell you this, boy. You're not better than me just 'cause you play a good game of poker. And you're sure as hell not better than me because you can feign losing and then lie your ass off about it. No one gets ahead by breaking the rules in Winstone. Not while I'm here to uphold them."
"I'm very sorry for wasting your time. Who knows how many rules you could have been off enforcing tonight! All of them, perhaps. Naturally, I am sure the police force could have accomplished more in this time frame, if only you hadn't insisted on your escort."
"You arrogant son of a b--"
"Tut tut, Williams. You are obviously forgetting my reason for calling you here. Unless, of course, you have better things to do than pursue the criminal who has eluded your capture for the past half a decade?"
"Heh. You make him sound like my archrival... Hate to disappoint you, kid, but everyone in my line of work's looking for the Butterfly. Frankly, long as he's not screwing around on my turf, I couldn't care less."
"Oh really? So you're forgetting the fact that a Power managed to relieve you of your own badge from underneath your nose. It must have taken divine intervention for you to keep it, after that debacle."
"My apologies, again. Clearly still a sore subject. However, I hardly think it's an exaggeration to claim that you will need all the assistance offered to you. And since by some miracle you managed to win the game, I am obliged to answer all of your questions. Begin."
A faint sound of grinding.
"You're a cocky little brat."
~*~*~10AM, Winstone Penitentiary, Special Confinement~*~*~
Illiana stepped up to the bars of the cell, running her fingers along each metal pole rhythmically. Prisons made her nervous for some reason. The idea of being forcibly held behind bars, confined within such a small space. She suppressed a slight shiver at the thought and focused instead on why she was here. The most unlikely of events, which nothing could have braced her for.
A phone call, from an acquaintance who typically referred to himself as The Butterfly. It was barely an hour ago, her phone vibrated quietly in her jeans pocket with an incoming call from an unknown number. Unusual. Very few people even had her number, and those who did would have had little interest in sharing it. She wasn't exactly the girl to phone up for a gossip session, after all. The person phoning her called himself 'Commissioner Williams', about 'standard procedure for incarcerated criminals'. Then the phone was handed to an all-too-familar person. Antonio, requesting that she arrive at the Winstone Penitentiary as soon as possible.
"You finally got caught, did you?" She asked, keeping her tone carefully neutral. She gripped the bar her hand was currently hovering over. A slight tingle told her that this was no ordinary cell.
"Don't insult me, I am the perfect thief," Antonio retorted in a bored voice. Nothing fazed this boy. Even being sat in prison seemed like only a mild hindrance to him. In a way, Illiana was jealous. Not that she'd ever admit it.
"So how come you ended up in here?"
The cell itself was fairly typical, though it seemed a fair bit more luxurious. Still bleak grey colours and bars. However, the furniture itself was what set it aside. A comfortable armchair, a slightly bigger bed than she would have expected and a small desk with a pen and paper. Were all criminals in Winstone given this? Or was it specifically for Powers? Strange.
"Unfortunate confusion," Antonio replied, idly checking his nails. "I was engaged in a game of poker with Commissioner Williams when a murder took place. Due to the circumstances, I was the prime suspect. They charged me with being an accomplice, as it was completely unfeasible for me to have been the murderer."
"Did you kill the victim?" Illiana asked, unable to stop herself.
"I am no killer, Illiana," Antonio answered, a strange strength in his voice. "However, due to the evidence at the scene, the police are under the impression that I am associated with The Butterfly. Similarly, they think that he orchestrated the event through possible powers and contacts. The evidence they have is fairly straightforward."
"Evidence?" Illiana repeated.
"Indeed. The mere fact that I was present already threw suspicion over me," Antonio explained, nodding. "The investigation team has also acquired one of my cards, which are well known to be left in the place of the stolen object."
"Sounds like you were framed," Illiana commented. "Who'd want to frame you?"
"Someone with knowledge of my whereabouts at the time," Antonio answered. "They have more decisive evidence, however. A revolver was found at the scene of the crime, with my fingerprints on the handle. The gun itself is apparently registered to me."
"Winstone has gun laws? You're allowed to own them here?" Illiana asked, slightly surprised.
"Under specific circumstances, yes. I have never so much as held a gun, let alone possessed one. Someone has extensive resources at hand, and clearly the ability or authority to utilize them rapidly."
Illiana felt like she was still missing one key aspect, though.
"So why did you call me?" She asked. Antonio raised an eyebrow, as though the reason should have been obvious. Illiana wasn't jealous of that at all.
"I wish for you to represent me in court," he stated simply.
Illiana's grip on the bar tightened as her eyes widened. Words escape her for a moment as she tried to register what the boy had just said. Represent him? In court? Was he insane? She was a Summoner, not a defense attorney! No legal background at all!
"How do you expect me to do that?!" She demanded, gripping another bar with her second hand. She faintly registered that she and Antonio were having a strange role-reversal; shouldn't he be the one gripping the bars and shouting?
"This is no ordinary court case. With the involvement of Powers, it has been decided that common folk have no place within the proceedings. The Judge, the Prosecutor and the Defense Attorney are all to be Powers, as decided by the Grand Judicial Council. Williams is livid."
"But what does this have to do with me?!"
"You are one of the few Powers I know well, and one of even fewer that I trust," Antonio stated. "You are also a perfect character witness. You also know me well enough to realise, once you examine the crime scene, that murder is not my style. This specific brand of murder is even less fitting."
Illiana didn't respond. It was a lot to take in. This was completely beyond her. She had no idea how a court case was supposed to happen! She'd never even seen one, let alone know the finer points of exactly how one worked! How on Earth was she supposed to stand at the defense's bench and prove that Antonio, the most suspicious man alive, wasn't a murderer?
"Illiana, if I may interject into your internal monologue," Antonio said, ripping Illiana out of her daze. "I am aware that we have a strenuous relationship at best, and I am also aware that you suspect I am the murderer. I am entrusting this with you, because I know you."
Odd. Antonio was losing his composure. The normally sarcastic and formal boy was sounding almost sincire. Was this a ploy to get her trust, or was he being honest? Illiana couldn't tell.
"What if I refuse?" Illiana asked. Antonio responded with a short laugh.
"I find a real Defense Attorney and pray he knows what he's doing," Antonio answered. "If it was allowed, I would be my own attorney."
"Yeah, right, like the suspect would ever be allowed on the defense's bench," Illiana muttered, rolling her eyes.
"No one could twist a story like me," Antonio stated. "Hopefully you will do a passable job. I assume, of course, you will accept?"
"I don't really have much of a choice, do I?" Illiana asked.
"I'm overwhelmed to hear it," Antonio said in a bored voice, checking his nails again.
~*~*~ Winstone Penitentiary, Interview Room One~*~*~
"What am I getting myself into?"
Illiana fiddled with her green ponytail as she sat at the table. The interview room wasn't really anything like she expected either. No blinding light shining in her face. It was pretty well lit, actually. About as small as she thought it would be, but well lit and somewhat comfortable. Bland striped wallpaper and a checked carpet, a mostly metal desk. Nothing too out of the ordinary. The door was left open, so that she didn't feel too claustrophobic. That was nice of the police.
She'd been told there would be a few formalities to go through before she'd be assigned the case. A general overview of her powers was needed, to make sure that she wouldn't be able to directly influence the judge if using them. After that, she'd need to have a badge assigned, then introduced to her co-counsel who would help her through the first leg of the case. Nothing too difficult, nor time consuming.
The form in front of her wasn't anything too challenging either.
Reason for taking the case: Request from Defendant
Powers: Limited healing and fire spells, summoning
Simple enough. There was some talking outside the door, just out of her eyeline. She could hear the voices, talking in hushed tones, but she couldn't hear what was being said. Probably something unimportant, at least to her. She checked the form again, just to make sure there wasn't anything she missed.
"Alright, Illiana?" A familiar voice said. She looked up to see a blue haired boy about her age grinning at her.
"Yoshimitsu?" Illiana asked, frowning slightly. "You're my co-counsel?"
"Yep!" The boy confirmed, throwing himself into the chair opposite her. "I got a tip off about it and figured you'd like a friendly face to help you out."
"I thought it was the quiet life for you?" Illiana asked, a small smile forming on her face.
She had to admit, it was a relief to have a friend beside her at this point. It was such a crazy situation, to be called up out of the blue to defend someone that she didn't really trust or even like that much over a murder accusation. How anyone was supposed to deal with that, she had no idea.
"This is quiet, compared to what stuff usually goes on," Yoshimitsu replied. "I'm not really directly involved here, all I've gotta do is give you a push in the right direction. I'm only here for today and tomorrow anyway."
"Today and tomorrow?" Illiana asked.
"Geez, didn't they tell you anything? Pretty much every case around here is made up of investigation and court proceedings. You've got today to investigate, then you're in court tomorrow," Yoshimitsu explained. "I'm the lucky guy who gets to explain a bunch of stuff to you as well."
"Explain what stuff?"
"Well, you've got the Prosecutor, for one," Yoshimitsu said. "Interesting guy from what I hear. Called Nopcsa. He's another Power, and a pretty worrying one at that. File says he can do light mind-reading, so I'll bet he's gonna lay on the scare tactics."
"Mind-reading? So why can't he just read Antonio's mind to find out if he really did it or not?"
Yoshimitsu laughed, then shook his head.
"That's not the Prosecutions job, Illiana. He's being paid for this, and probably gonna get a bonus for getting a guilty verdict," Yoshimitsu explained. Illiana's face fell at this. "Thing is, there's more to this trial than getting Antonio proven innocent, which Nopcsa wont care about."
"The truth. Antonio didn't kill that man."
"You believe him? You think Antonio's innocent?" Illiana couldn't stop herself from asking.
"Nope. You know Antonio as well as I do, so you should know he wouldn't shoot someone. Dunno about killing, I wouldn't bet on it, but he definitely wouldn't shoot someone."
Illiana didn't respond immediately. She agreed, at the end of the day. Antonio wasn't the type to shoot someone. He'd think he had more class than that, and he'd probably be right about that. Even in the other world, he hadn't killed anything. Not even on the bounties. Antonio was no killer. And as for the gun, that was absolutely too common for him to even consider. The evidence told a different story, though.
"But the evidence says otherwise..."
"Do you really think the evidence is true?"
"Well, no, but..."
"And you're missing the other fact here. If Antonio didn't kill this guy, who did? Truth's more important than a guilty or not-guilty verdict."
"As a defense attorney, your job is to prove that Antonio is innocent, given the evidence provided to you," Yoshimitsu said, maintaining his relaxed posture. "But this evidence isn't the only evidence available."
"Isn't it?" Illiana asked, a little desperately.
"Nope. You've got a day to investigate. This means the scene of the crime and the victim's home are open for you to have a mooch around," Yoshimitsu explained. "Actually, I think we're pretty much set here, so let's head over there now."
Okay, this is a good point for anyone who wants to be a witness to step in. Whether used in the first trial or later is yet to be seen. Alternatively, someone at the police station assigned to the case is super. The investigation post will be up soon, as soon as I've finished it