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rebuttal 21 ► [July 14, 3:00 PM | video]
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prosecutory[This is Edgeworth sitting inside the prosecutor's lobby in a courthouse, holding his communicator up. Keeping him company on the couch is his briefcase and a few more folders. He looks rather flustered and shaken, as if something utterly unexpected had happened during his trial. With wide eyes he starts speaking, blurting out the words a bit more quickly than usual.]
How many of you were sent home and then returned to Death City...only to find yourselves the exact opposite of what BREW designated you to be, and with all your memories intact?
[He grits his teeth and massages his temple with his free hand as if to keep an impending headache at bay.]
I was sent home for barely a few minutes before BREW changed its mind and brought me back here. Not long after, while cross-examining a witness during today's trial, I had the unfortunate pleasure of -
[Someone off-screen calls him. Don't worry about trying to recognize the voice; it's just a random bailiff. The transmission shifts toward the direction of the door of the lobby, where the Random Bailiff is peeking inside.]
Prosecutor Edgeworth! Detective D. Ead wants to speak to you!
[A short, somewhat portly detective shoves past the bailiff, nervously flattening his overly gelled black hair onto his head. He is breathing hard, his eyes are about to pop out of their sockets, and he is far more flustered as well as fearful - fearful for his salary and what Edgeworth could do with it.]
S-sir! Sir! W-w-we can't -f-find the...the weapon! I swear I had the pistol with me when the trial started! I SWEEEAAAAR!
[The detective breaks down, tears streaming down his face. Edgeworth gets to his feet, his face contorting into an expression of fury. The scene shakes as his hand trembles with rage. No. He worked hard on this case to get his man, and now the detective had to lose the decisive evidence?!]
WHAT?!
[The communicator falls out of his hands and onto the floor, followed not long after by a shiny, three-foot rapier. The intricate golden basket hilt is partly covered by a cravat that is supposedly part of the Weapon. Edgeworth himself is nowhere in sight. The last thing you hear are the bailiff and detective panicking as they rush toward the sword.
OOC: Replies will ICly be delayed because obviously Edgeworth does have to get back to his work once he poofs back to his usual self.]
How many of you were sent home and then returned to Death City...only to find yourselves the exact opposite of what BREW designated you to be, and with all your memories intact?
[He grits his teeth and massages his temple with his free hand as if to keep an impending headache at bay.]
I was sent home for barely a few minutes before BREW changed its mind and brought me back here. Not long after, while cross-examining a witness during today's trial, I had the unfortunate pleasure of -
[Someone off-screen calls him. Don't worry about trying to recognize the voice; it's just a random bailiff. The transmission shifts toward the direction of the door of the lobby, where the Random Bailiff is peeking inside.]
Prosecutor Edgeworth! Detective D. Ead wants to speak to you!
[A short, somewhat portly detective shoves past the bailiff, nervously flattening his overly gelled black hair onto his head. He is breathing hard, his eyes are about to pop out of their sockets, and he is far more flustered as well as fearful - fearful for his salary and what Edgeworth could do with it.]
S-sir! Sir! W-w-we can't -f-find the...the weapon! I swear I had the pistol with me when the trial started! I SWEEEAAAAR!
[The detective breaks down, tears streaming down his face. Edgeworth gets to his feet, his face contorting into an expression of fury. The scene shakes as his hand trembles with rage. No. He worked hard on this case to get his man, and now the detective had to lose the decisive evidence?!]
WHAT?!
[The communicator falls out of his hands and onto the floor, followed not long after by a shiny, three-foot rapier. The intricate golden basket hilt is partly covered by a cravat that is supposedly part of the Weapon. Edgeworth himself is nowhere in sight. The last thing you hear are the bailiff and detective panicking as they rush toward the sword.
OOC: Replies will ICly be delayed because obviously Edgeworth does have to get back to his work once he poofs back to his usual self.]
