Re: TWG 30 - Objection!
April 18, 3:02 PM
City Streets
"Gee, Nick, we've been searching and interrogating for hours, and still nothing. All we have is Tasselfoot's autopsy report. It didn't tell us anything we didn't already know."
"I know. I don't think we can go much more without anything else breaking. I mean, we've asked twelve people, searched the area where the body was found... nothing. There's nothing to go on."
"It's just like I told you earlier this morning, Nick. We don't have anybody to defend. There's really no reason to investigate. We're not involved yet."
"Well, I'm not ready to give up. There will be a suspect eventually. I just need to make sure I'm prepared..."
"Hmm hmm hmm... Phoenix Wright, carrying out his foolish investigations as usual."
"Wha? Oh... it's you."
Miles Edgeworth, a prominent Prosecutor with the state, had just shown up behind Phoenix. Known for his tactics (often underhanded) to get a guilty verdict, his sense of justice came down to the narrow-minded though that every suspect is guilty. He carried an arrogant air about him, as usual. He had acheived fame for winning many cases, after all. Edgeworth's ego was about as inflated as any law official's could be.
"I don't even know why you bother, Wright. In fact, you're looking in the wrong place. There's no evidence here."
"Well, where do you suppose I look, Edgeworth? The murder happened right here."
"On the contrary, Wright... you're quite wrong. A murder happened late during the night. Or, early in the morning, depending how you look at it. The victim's name was chardish , I believe. Stabbed five times in the back, twice in the throat. One of the worst they've seen at the department, I think."
"What? Where?"
"About five miles north of here, on the same road. He was found on the sidewalk, and this tends to be quite the busy street. The murderer had to be pretty stupid to do such a thing... we already have a suspect in custody."
"Wait, wasn't it here? There wasn't a suspect! Don't you mean the victim was... OWW!"
Maya had given Phoenix a quick, discreet stomp on the left foot. She then grabbed Phoenix by the arm and dragged him away from Edgeworth. After they were several yards away, Edgeworth yelled to them...
"Don't bother trying to defend the suspect in this case Wright! He's doomed! Not a chance!"
Phoenix still seemed bewildered by the whole episode. What had happened? Why was there suddenly a suspect when there had been no leads? Why did the murder suddenly happen somewhere miles away from where he was told it had occurred? And wasn't the victim Tasselfoot, not chardish?
"Maya! Why..."
"I had to, Nick. He obviously didn't know about Tasselfoot's murder."
"But he said it was chardish. It was the exact same circumstance. Maybe Gumshoe was wrong."
"Something funny's going on, Nick. We already have Tasselfoot's autopsy report. They can't be the same murder. It's obvious, Nick. Did you get enough sleep?"
"I guess not. That last case was pretty taxing...."
"Well, in any case, Gumshoe should be able to tell us more about that suspect and this other murder. Let's get to the police station. Who knows, Nick? Maybe the fact that Edgeworth doesn't know about Tasselfoot will be enough to defend this suspect!"
"Maybe... oh, hey! See, Maya? I told you we'd get involved in this case!"
"Ah, be quiet."
_____________________________________________
It is now Night 2.
The murderers need to send me a little somethin' somethin'.
Any of those of Phoenix, Maya, and Edgeworth that are still alive have to give me a special somethin' too. But don't if you're dead. Unless they're cinnamon rolls. I've got a hunger for cinnamon rolls right now...
Make sure you get those somethin's to me by 10:00 PM CDT on Friday, or you'll fail like Wilkin.
April 18, 3:02 PM
City Streets
"Gee, Nick, we've been searching and interrogating for hours, and still nothing. All we have is Tasselfoot's autopsy report. It didn't tell us anything we didn't already know."
"I know. I don't think we can go much more without anything else breaking. I mean, we've asked twelve people, searched the area where the body was found... nothing. There's nothing to go on."
"It's just like I told you earlier this morning, Nick. We don't have anybody to defend. There's really no reason to investigate. We're not involved yet."
"Well, I'm not ready to give up. There will be a suspect eventually. I just need to make sure I'm prepared..."
"Hmm hmm hmm... Phoenix Wright, carrying out his foolish investigations as usual."
"Wha? Oh... it's you."
Miles Edgeworth, a prominent Prosecutor with the state, had just shown up behind Phoenix. Known for his tactics (often underhanded) to get a guilty verdict, his sense of justice came down to the narrow-minded though that every suspect is guilty. He carried an arrogant air about him, as usual. He had acheived fame for winning many cases, after all. Edgeworth's ego was about as inflated as any law official's could be.
"I don't even know why you bother, Wright. In fact, you're looking in the wrong place. There's no evidence here."
"Well, where do you suppose I look, Edgeworth? The murder happened right here."
"On the contrary, Wright... you're quite wrong. A murder happened late during the night. Or, early in the morning, depending how you look at it. The victim's name was chardish , I believe. Stabbed five times in the back, twice in the throat. One of the worst they've seen at the department, I think."
"What? Where?"
"About five miles north of here, on the same road. He was found on the sidewalk, and this tends to be quite the busy street. The murderer had to be pretty stupid to do such a thing... we already have a suspect in custody."
"Wait, wasn't it here? There wasn't a suspect! Don't you mean the victim was... OWW!"
Maya had given Phoenix a quick, discreet stomp on the left foot. She then grabbed Phoenix by the arm and dragged him away from Edgeworth. After they were several yards away, Edgeworth yelled to them...
"Don't bother trying to defend the suspect in this case Wright! He's doomed! Not a chance!"
Phoenix still seemed bewildered by the whole episode. What had happened? Why was there suddenly a suspect when there had been no leads? Why did the murder suddenly happen somewhere miles away from where he was told it had occurred? And wasn't the victim Tasselfoot, not chardish?
"Maya! Why..."
"I had to, Nick. He obviously didn't know about Tasselfoot's murder."
"But he said it was chardish. It was the exact same circumstance. Maybe Gumshoe was wrong."
"Something funny's going on, Nick. We already have Tasselfoot's autopsy report. They can't be the same murder. It's obvious, Nick. Did you get enough sleep?"
"I guess not. That last case was pretty taxing...."
"Well, in any case, Gumshoe should be able to tell us more about that suspect and this other murder. Let's get to the police station. Who knows, Nick? Maybe the fact that Edgeworth doesn't know about Tasselfoot will be enough to defend this suspect!"
"Maybe... oh, hey! See, Maya? I told you we'd get involved in this case!"
"Ah, be quiet."
_____________________________________________
It is now Night 2.
The murderers need to send me a little somethin' somethin'.
Any of those of Phoenix, Maya, and Edgeworth that are still alive have to give me a special somethin' too. But don't if you're dead. Unless they're cinnamon rolls. I've got a hunger for cinnamon rolls right now...
Make sure you get those somethin's to me by 10:00 PM CDT on Friday, or you'll fail like Wilkin.












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