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exsiliumlogs2013-01-06 01:16 am
bratworth) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-01-06 01:16 am
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Date & Time: January 2nd.
Location: The lobby of the fancy-pants courtroom.
Characters: Miles Edgeworthbratworth & Franziska von Karma perfectionisims
Summary: Edgeworth confronts Franziska after her loss in the courtroom battle.
Warnings: Possible whippings. :| Will update if necessary!
[ The road leading to Exsilium's first trial had been a rocky one, yet despite all the obstacles that had stood in their way, they had persevered and succeeded in bringing some semblance of justice to this depraved society. Or so they had thought.
So, to say that a 'not guilty' verdict was merely dissatisfying would be a gross understatement. As Edgeworth watched the other spectators file out of the courtroom proper, he found himself having to swallow the lump of fury that had formed at the back of his throat. This wasn't how this was supposed to go; this wasn't how the system was supposed to work. For a defendant to walk free was... unforgivable.
He had known that Mia Fey was a tricky one; the resolution of his own trial against her back in their reality had left a lot to be desired: she had made him doubt, however briefly, the strength of his case, and they had all suffered for it. Thus it had become clearer and clearer that defense attorneys really would take any advantage, do anything, to win. Perhaps Edgeworth should've warned Franziska more, let her know what she was in for; then again, he had simply assumed that she would've known better. Franziska, after all, was his mentor's daughter. They had both been taught not to make mistakes and being fooled by a defense attorney was a grievous one.
Mr von Karma would certainly see it that way; Edgeworth himself still remembered how he had felt after his first trial, how he had tried to justify everything to himself in his head before driving off to face his mentor -- a meeting that now never occurred. The foolish thing was that he'd been warned against the very same mistake he'd in that trial; he recalled his mentor's words when Edgeworth had once questioned the accuracy of the methods he had been taught. It is impossible to accurately determine guilt in every case. All men are guilty of something, Edgeworth. As it turned out, it had only been necessary to ask once.
(Sometimes, with the way he'd said it, Edgeworth felt certain that Mr von Karma had known what his protege had done.)
Was it this concern that had caused Franziska to stumble in her prosecution the way he had done in his own first case? From what he'd seen of her prosecutorial skills, what he knew of her personality, it didn't seem likely. Then just what had caused the falter; what had led to her losing the case?
When the courtroom was almost empty, he finally got to his feet; he would find Franziska, wherever she was, and find out precisely what had gone wrong. Whatever it was, they could figure out some way to avoid it in the future, the way their mentor would've wanted.
They could not afford to make more mistakes. ]
Location: The lobby of the fancy-pants courtroom.
Characters: Miles Edgeworth
bratworth & Franziska von Karma perfectionisims Summary: Edgeworth confronts Franziska after her loss in the courtroom battle.
Warnings: Possible whippings. :| Will update if necessary!
[ The road leading to Exsilium's first trial had been a rocky one, yet despite all the obstacles that had stood in their way, they had persevered and succeeded in bringing some semblance of justice to this depraved society. Or so they had thought.
So, to say that a 'not guilty' verdict was merely dissatisfying would be a gross understatement. As Edgeworth watched the other spectators file out of the courtroom proper, he found himself having to swallow the lump of fury that had formed at the back of his throat. This wasn't how this was supposed to go; this wasn't how the system was supposed to work. For a defendant to walk free was... unforgivable.
He had known that Mia Fey was a tricky one; the resolution of his own trial against her back in their reality had left a lot to be desired: she had made him doubt, however briefly, the strength of his case, and they had all suffered for it. Thus it had become clearer and clearer that defense attorneys really would take any advantage, do anything, to win. Perhaps Edgeworth should've warned Franziska more, let her know what she was in for; then again, he had simply assumed that she would've known better. Franziska, after all, was his mentor's daughter. They had both been taught not to make mistakes and being fooled by a defense attorney was a grievous one.
Mr von Karma would certainly see it that way; Edgeworth himself still remembered how he had felt after his first trial, how he had tried to justify everything to himself in his head before driving off to face his mentor -- a meeting that now never occurred. The foolish thing was that he'd been warned against the very same mistake he'd in that trial; he recalled his mentor's words when Edgeworth had once questioned the accuracy of the methods he had been taught. It is impossible to accurately determine guilt in every case. All men are guilty of something, Edgeworth. As it turned out, it had only been necessary to ask once.
(Sometimes, with the way he'd said it, Edgeworth felt certain that Mr von Karma had known what his protege had done.)
Was it this concern that had caused Franziska to stumble in her prosecution the way he had done in his own first case? From what he'd seen of her prosecutorial skills, what he knew of her personality, it didn't seem likely. Then just what had caused the falter; what had led to her losing the case?
When the courtroom was almost empty, he finally got to his feet; he would find Franziska, wherever she was, and find out precisely what had gone wrong. Whatever it was, they could figure out some way to avoid it in the future, the way their mentor would've wanted.
They could not afford to make more mistakes. ]