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Judge:
Detective Crescend! Your report please!
Daryan:
I asked Interpol about that number.
Daryan:
I'm sure you'll find their answer intriguing.
Klavier:
...Quick work as always, Daryan.
Judge:
Well, tell us about the number!
Judge:
Is the defendant a secret agent!?
Daryan:
"IPXX314206"...
Daryan:
The agent registered under that number...
Daryan:
...was Romein LeTouse.
Klavier:
What...?
Daryan:
Our undercover Interpol agent was Mr. LeTouse himself!
Daryan:
He was apparently in the middle of an operation.
Apollo:
So, when he wrote those letters...
Daryan:
...He was trying to tell us his own identity.
Daryan:
And a cautious killer tried to wipe them away.
Trucy:
Mr. LeTouse was an undercover Interpol agent...
Trucy:
So him being Lamiroir's manager...
Apollo:
...Was just a cover,
most likely.
Daryan:
There's one other important detail I found.
Klavier:
Well, out with it.
Daryan:
It concerns that 45-caliber revolver, the murder weapon.
Daryan:
Apparently, it belonged to Romein LeTouse.
Daryan:
He had an Interpol permit to carry firearms.
Daryan:
...And the registration number on the revolver matched.
Klavier:
So the victim was killed with his own weapon, which makes sense.
Klavier:
It's hard to imagine someone who wasn't an Interpol agent with such a large revolver.
Daryan:
...I'll be heading out...
*HOLD IT!*
Lamiroir:
Wait!
Judge:
La-Lamiroir! Is something the matter?
Lamiroir:
That voice just now...
Klavier:
Daryan?
Lamiroir:
Mr. Daryan, is it...?
Lamiroir:
............
It was him. I am sure of it.
Judge:
It was "him"?
Klavier:
Y-You aren't saying--!?
Lamiroir:
That voice I heard, talking to Mr. LeTouse... when I heard the gunshots fired.
Lamiroir:
It was him! It was Mr. Daryan!
Klavier:
Is this some kind of a joke!?
Apollo:
Whaaaaaat!?
Daryan:
...No way...
--
[ Submitted for your approval, the once proud Daryan Crescend hunched over the witness stand, trembling as his arms loop around his frame, looking beaten and guilty in more than one way. He's been "set off" by the defense attorney, Apollo Justice, the red-clad man having threatened Daryan with Machi's confession to smuggling, thus shifting blame for the murder of Romein LeTouse squarely onto Daryan's shoulders.
He knows he's caught; he looks over toward Prosecutor Gavin's bench, he catches the man's signature air guitar before a confident smirk slides over the other man's lips. ]
Klavier:
...Daryan.
Klavier: [ He snaps, voice chilly ]
I consider that my last session with you.
...We rocked.
Apollo: [ His arms are crossed ]
...I'm guessing we can treat that outburst as a confession?
Daryan: [ Leans forward, placing one hand on the witness stand, his hair fraying ]
...Heh...heh heh heh...
Trucy:
Uh oh, he's laughing again.
Apollo:
There's a kind of sick desperation in it now, though.
--
[ Daryan leans forward in the hard, fold-out chair, reaching up an arm to rest it against the top of the plexiglas between himself and the prosecutor, his eyes narrowed angrily. ]
"Do you honestly, honestly think, Gavin, that any of this is going to have any impact on my case at all? Life ain't that way, man. Guys like me don't get off the hook just 'cause we're able to spin a convincing yarn."
[ He snorts, shaking his head and leaning back, sliding a hand through his hair, which is tied back into a low ponytail. He grinds his back teeth together, looking back at the security guard before eyeing Klavier sideways ]
"Was enough to convict me, though. Heh, what's the difference between a couple counts of manslaughter and obstructing justice, and a murder charge?"
[ The look on Daryan's face makes it clear that he doesn't want to hear Klavier's answer to that, and before either of them can say anything further, the guard comes over and leads Daryan back to his cell. But before Daryan's gone out the door, he looks over his shoulder, his voice sober. ]
"... Tell the kid I'm sorry."
[ And he offers no further explanation, ducking through the doorway and down the hall to his little cage. ]
((ooc: strikes = he tried to encrypt it, but anyone who's a very good hacker will be able to get through it. Also, I'll reply to tags when I get home from work! ♥))