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Who: Franziska von Karma (whip_the_fools) and Phoenix Wright (lawyerific)
When: Noon, Friday 24th of September!
Where: Outside the government building, at least to start with. Then somewhere where Franziska can buy some poor fool (aka Phoenix) lunch.
Summary: THE PROSECUTION DOES NOT HELP THE DEFENSE. Except maybe juuust this once, because she rather does love to gloat, and really, the case at hand isn't really her story to tell, and she does also adore meddling. i.e, Franziska and Phoenix talk about what happened after he fell off that pesky bridge at home.
Warnings: Franziska should be a rather adequate warning label by now, shouldn't she? This meaning 'whipping, enjoyment derived by the humiliation of Phoenix Wright', etc. Nothing too severe!
True to form, Franziska von Karma had timed the distance it would take to leave her office and reach the front of the building so she would not be a moment too early, nor a moment too late for her meeting with Phoenix Wright this afternoon. She only hoped that he would extend her the same courtesy, or she would make him feel very sorry indeed - her hand gripping the handle of her whip tightly as she marched through the hallways, dwelling in great detail how she would make him reap the consequences of his foolish actions.
To be honest, however, she felt considerably disconcerted by the whole scenario -- that was, for all the familiar faces that had been brought here by the Pull, none of them remembered quite as much as she did; Maya Fey being the closest, and that was slightly tragic in its own way, Franziska thought, because it meant that she remembered the death of her own mother. But ... the others. She hardly cared about Prosecutor Godot, but Miles Edgeworth...he would last remember her as some pathetic, crying, sniveling girl in a Los Angeles airport and Phoenix Wright, well, Phoenix Wright was completely ignorant of all the help she had provided during the case on Eagle Mountain. And that was why she was going to remind him.
She was well aware of the superior position her wider range of knowledge granted her, however, and she didn't want to let it go to waste so easily -- she was going to make Phoenix Wright work for it, she decided, or at least provide her with some entertainment as she divulged the truth.
As she made her way out the front door, she glanced down at her phone. Made it exactly again, but that wasn't surprising -- she was Franziska von Karma, and she was perfect. She instantly cast her gaze around, eyes peeled for a certain spiky-haired man whose lunch she would be buying soon enough.
When: Noon, Friday 24th of September!
Where: Outside the government building, at least to start with. Then somewhere where Franziska can buy some poor fool (aka Phoenix) lunch.
Summary: THE PROSECUTION DOES NOT HELP THE DEFENSE. Except maybe juuust this once, because she rather does love to gloat, and really, the case at hand isn't really her story to tell, and she does also adore meddling. i.e, Franziska and Phoenix talk about what happened after he fell off that pesky bridge at home.
Warnings: Franziska should be a rather adequate warning label by now, shouldn't she? This meaning 'whipping, enjoyment derived by the humiliation of Phoenix Wright', etc. Nothing too severe!
True to form, Franziska von Karma had timed the distance it would take to leave her office and reach the front of the building so she would not be a moment too early, nor a moment too late for her meeting with Phoenix Wright this afternoon. She only hoped that he would extend her the same courtesy, or she would make him feel very sorry indeed - her hand gripping the handle of her whip tightly as she marched through the hallways, dwelling in great detail how she would make him reap the consequences of his foolish actions.
To be honest, however, she felt considerably disconcerted by the whole scenario -- that was, for all the familiar faces that had been brought here by the Pull, none of them remembered quite as much as she did; Maya Fey being the closest, and that was slightly tragic in its own way, Franziska thought, because it meant that she remembered the death of her own mother. But ... the others. She hardly cared about Prosecutor Godot, but Miles Edgeworth...he would last remember her as some pathetic, crying, sniveling girl in a Los Angeles airport and Phoenix Wright, well, Phoenix Wright was completely ignorant of all the help she had provided during the case on Eagle Mountain. And that was why she was going to remind him.
She was well aware of the superior position her wider range of knowledge granted her, however, and she didn't want to let it go to waste so easily -- she was going to make Phoenix Wright work for it, she decided, or at least provide her with some entertainment as she divulged the truth.
As she made her way out the front door, she glanced down at her phone. Made it exactly again, but that wasn't surprising -- she was Franziska von Karma, and she was perfect. She instantly cast her gaze around, eyes peeled for a certain spiky-haired man whose lunch she would be buying soon enough.