Twenty-Ninth PSI
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[The days of January have passed relatively uneventfully for Lucas. He's had a lot to think about, and a lot to consider. For now, though, each time passes much like the rest, and he will take happiness in whatever peace he can get. His routine is fairly straightforward.
1: Every morning, early morning, Lucas gets on his tea table and delivers his paper. He's still getting used to the hang of it, though. Maybe he'll accidentally smash it into your door, at which point, he'll hurriedly get off to check to see if he damaged anything. Most of the time, he hasn't.
2: After school, he practices piano alone in the music room. By this point, he can be eavesdropped upon without anyone wanting to forbid him from ever touching an instrument again. The songs he plays are strangely melancholy.
3: In his free time, he sits in the park or in his house and practices his sketching. Most of the time, he's drawing his friends, so perhaps you'll run across him drawing you.]
[voice]
[A phone call is broadcast to everyone later that night.]
Hello? A-Ah. This is Lucas.
I've been thinking a lot lately, and there's something that's been on my mind. I guess I want to ask . . . How long has this town been here? How long have people come in and out? Does anyone really know? But what's more important is . . . does anyone really remember everyone who's been here?
When people get droned, we think they've gone home, right? It's the hope we have, and a lot of the times it's true, but can we really be sure that it's everyone? Sergei -- the Russian man. He, um. Didn't he say that they were in a lot of pain? That some people who were droned . . . that they were still inside. If that's so, then . . . then we can't just forget about them, right? Even if one person is still here as a drone, we can't forget about them. And either way, it's terrible to forget the people you've become friends with at all. To forget about the people who've come to Mayfield and who've gone.
............. I know I've already started to.
Does anyone think we should maybe start keeping track? Just . . . something so that the people who come here won't ever be forgotten. Maybe even signatures. So if you do start to forget, then you can look back and see everyone's name and remember. Small things like . . . Miss Margot, and how she was always caring for her sister. Fuuko and how much she loved starfish. Mr. Zero, and how fun his gym classes were.
It might be a bad idea. Or too much work. But . . . Well. I guess if you don't want to talk about that, maybe we can just share stories of people who've been here and how important they were to us. I'd love to hear that kind of thing.
[Please specify 1, 2, 3, or voice. Although the actions are really just default Lucas interactions if your character has no interest in this topic.]
[The days of January have passed relatively uneventfully for Lucas. He's had a lot to think about, and a lot to consider. For now, though, each time passes much like the rest, and he will take happiness in whatever peace he can get. His routine is fairly straightforward.
1: Every morning, early morning, Lucas gets on his tea table and delivers his paper. He's still getting used to the hang of it, though. Maybe he'll accidentally smash it into your door, at which point, he'll hurriedly get off to check to see if he damaged anything. Most of the time, he hasn't.
2: After school, he practices piano alone in the music room. By this point, he can be eavesdropped upon without anyone wanting to forbid him from ever touching an instrument again. The songs he plays are strangely melancholy.
3: In his free time, he sits in the park or in his house and practices his sketching. Most of the time, he's drawing his friends, so perhaps you'll run across him drawing you.]
[voice]
[A phone call is broadcast to everyone later that night.]
Hello? A-Ah. This is Lucas.
I've been thinking a lot lately, and there's something that's been on my mind. I guess I want to ask . . . How long has this town been here? How long have people come in and out? Does anyone really know? But what's more important is . . . does anyone really remember everyone who's been here?
When people get droned, we think they've gone home, right? It's the hope we have, and a lot of the times it's true, but can we really be sure that it's everyone? Sergei -- the Russian man. He, um. Didn't he say that they were in a lot of pain? That some people who were droned . . . that they were still inside. If that's so, then . . . then we can't just forget about them, right? Even if one person is still here as a drone, we can't forget about them. And either way, it's terrible to forget the people you've become friends with at all. To forget about the people who've come to Mayfield and who've gone.
............. I know I've already started to.
Does anyone think we should maybe start keeping track? Just . . . something so that the people who come here won't ever be forgotten. Maybe even signatures. So if you do start to forget, then you can look back and see everyone's name and remember. Small things like . . . Miss Margot, and how she was always caring for her sister. Fuuko and how much she loved starfish. Mr. Zero, and how fun his gym classes were.
It might be a bad idea. Or too much work. But . . . Well. I guess if you don't want to talk about that, maybe we can just share stories of people who've been here and how important they were to us. I'd love to hear that kind of thing.
[Please specify 1, 2, 3, or voice. Although the actions are really just default Lucas interactions if your character has no interest in this topic.]
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Date: 2011-02-01 08:10 pm (UTC)[Lucas pauses for a moment or two. Then he reaches out cautiously for another hug.]
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Date: 2011-02-01 08:13 pm (UTC)It was pretty rough for a while. It still is, sometimes. I miss him a lot.
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Date: 2011-02-01 08:36 pm (UTC)Do you mind if I ask how . . . ? You don't have to answer if you don't want to.
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Date: 2011-02-01 08:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-01 11:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-01 11:36 pm (UTC)So, my father was a prosecutor. Where I'm from, we have courts and trials to determine whether someone who's accused of a crime is guilty or not. It's the prosecutor's job to make sure someone who's guilty goes to jail for it. There's also a defense attorney, who's supposed to make sure that innocent people who get accused of crimes don't go to jail. Usually it works out pretty well, and guilty people get punished for what they did. But sometimes it doesn't work that well.
Dad had a case once where the suspect was a guy who was arrested for smuggling. The witness to the crime was killed by a member of the smuggling group before she was able to testify, and the killer went free because there wasn't enough evidence to prove that he did it. The victim's sister decided to become a defense attorney to try to get close to the smuggling group the killer was from.
Three years later, there was another case that looked a lot like the first one. Someone tried to steal secrets from an embassy this time, and killed an employee at the embassy while he was there. At the same time, a thief called the Yatagarasu infiltrated the embassy. At first, the guy on trial claimed that he was the Yatagarasu, but they had him on tape committing the murder. So then instead, he accused my father of being the Yatagarasu. They had to stop the trial and assign a new prosecutor while they investigated things.
That's when my dad was killed. Sometime during the break. The other guy was killed too, in the same room. It was set up to look like they killed each other, but the real killer was actually the defense attorney - the little sister from the first case I told you about. She was the real Yatagarasu, and she killed my dad before he could present the evidence that would have brought out the truth of what happened. It turned out she was a member of the smuggling ring too, and she never even had a sister. She just got sent to keep an eye on things and make sure nobody got too close.
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Date: 2011-02-02 12:30 am (UTC)W-Wha -- That's terrible! To kill so many people, to betray your dad like that . . . ! Was she caught?!
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Date: 2011-02-02 01:44 am (UTC)See, I decided to come back because I'd found some of my father's old notes and things when I was looking around the house. Turns out he actually was the Yatagarasu - he was the one sneaking into places to steal evidence of crimes and send it out to the media. And that's when I found that device I showed you before, Little Thief. The Yatagarasu uses it to re-create scenes in real space to plan crimes and stuff, but I used it to help Mr. Edgeworth solve crimes and get closer to the smuggling ring.
After the kidnapping case, the Yatagarasu sent a card saying they were going to infiltrate the same embassy from before. Mr. Edgeworth and I decided to go and see if we could find anything out. I knew it had to be the same woman from before. It had to be Calisto Yew, the woman who killed my father. She was the only other one who knew about it. So I really wanted to catch her in the act. She was making the Yatagarasu look like a bad guy, and I didn't want something my father had worked so hard on to get a bad name.
A... lot of things happened. There were some murders at the embassy, and I got accused of one of them because I chased the Yatagarasu into the room where one of the murders happened. It was dark and they got away, but I was found in there with the body. We figured it out later, but it was pretty scary. Anyway, it turns out I was right, and the woman who killed my father really was there - under our noses the whole time again. She'd disguised herself, and was working with the international police on the investigation. That's how she managed to hide her crime so well. Mr. Edgeworth backed her into a corner, and she got arrested.
But at the same time, we found out that we weren't totally right about the Yatagarasu. It wasn't her, and it wasn't my father. The two of them and a detective friend of my father's, Detective Badd, all worked on it together. My father had Little Thief to infiltrate places perfectly, Calisto Yew had access to witnesses and evidence as a defense attorney, and Uncle Badd, as the head detective, made sure no evidence was ever left behind when the Yatagarasu stole documents and stuff. It was a really good setup, except Calisto Yew was against them from the beginning. She was working for the ring, and she got orders to kill my dad when he got too close.
...There was a lot of other stuff, but eventually we cornered the guy who was pulling the strings behind the whole thing. The leader of the ring, and the guy who'd ordered my father killed. We couldn't arrest him at first because he had some special protections from the law, but everybody helped out and Mr. Edgeworth finally got him. So my father's death was finally avenged, and the people responsible are in jail now. I decided that I still want to try to carry on his work, though, because what he was doing is important. I want to work toward a world where the Yatagarasu isn't needed, and where criminals get what's coming to them.
I-I feel so inadequate responding to this with so little.
Date: 2011-02-02 05:11 am (UTC)That's a pretty amazing story, Kay. I-It sounds just like what I've read in some of the books at the library. I'm sorry you had to go through all of that . . . But it sounds like you've become a lot stronger because of it, too.
I'm really glad you've got a goal like that . . .
It's okay. Ace Attorney game plot dumps sort of have to be gigantic.
Date: 2011-02-02 11:49 am (UTC)especially the game-spanning types
Date: 2011-02-02 11:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-02 11:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-03 04:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-03 04:07 am (UTC)Thanks, Lucas. It really means a lot to me to hear you say that.
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Date: 2011-02-03 04:15 am (UTC)Even so, Kay . . . Don't press yourself too hard, OK? Your dad wouldn't want to see you get hurt when you didn't need to.
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Date: 2011-02-03 04:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-03 04:27 am (UTC)[And Lucas smiles more brightly now.]
And no matter what happens, you've always got friends to look after you, too.
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Date: 2011-02-03 11:59 am (UTC)[She smiles back, patting Lucas on the shoulder.]
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Date: 2011-02-03 10:06 pm (UTC)Um. Thanks for telling me about your dad. It . . . It must have been hard to say. It's getting a bit dark now -- Would you like me to walk you home?
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Date: 2011-02-03 10:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-04 02:40 am (UTC)