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WAAPT@tropi.us Legacy → WAAPT: In-Universe → Herbert40k's Wrap-Up Thread
-Lucius is still in possession of enough of his faculties to hang back, and in fact starts idly swirling his sword around in his hand as he continues circling.-
Lucius: That makes two of us, then. Though I do have to wonder what kind of friend only pays attention to their figures.
-Maul looks over at Senshi.-
Maul: ~Probably. Unless I put them both to sleep first.~
Jason:I never said that's all I pay attention to! I'm a sensitive guy, doncha know? I'm capable of paying attention to their feeling. I've actually been helping a couple of lady's with their relationship problems. Nice figures just happen to be a fortunate after thought. Then again, maybe I just have some kind of magnetism to me.
-Lucius may notice Jason's aura has gone nonaggressive. He's even flipping a coin in his off hand.-
-Sweatdrop.-
~I'm not sure whether to call them friends or enemies or snark mates....~
Lucius: I suppose there really is no accounting for taste. "Sensitive" isn't a word I usually hear used to describe guys who run through three girls in nearly as many months, after all.
-He takes a moment to reform the Aura sword in his hand into a long chain, a bead of sweat appearing on his forehead as he does. Maul answers Senshi without looking at him.-
Maul: ~They can't be all three?~
-Well, that hit a nerve.-
Jason:What was that you tiny ass twerp?
I said, temper!
Ah, fuck off.
-He stops flipping the coin and simply catches it.-
Jason I've been working on reconciliation.
-His breathing becomes harder, focused, yet angry.-
~Well...they could. But I think that may have hurt Jason's pride a little~
Lucius: (Almost there. Just a little more...)
-He starts spinning his chain round in circles, shifting his weight slightly.-
Lucius: Well, that's good to hear, at least. I just hope you're a little better at fighting than you are with girls, because otherwise this whole sparring match should be over already.
Maul: ~He does that with surprising regularity. A broken nose is a common result.~
-Lucius may find now three aura discs are flying at him.-
Jason:You're right...maybe it's time I finish it.
-He throws a rock at the middle disc, shattering the core, causing the construct to violently deconstruct, explosively and in a smokey fashion. The other two continue to their target, as they were behind the center one.-
~Let's hope that's the least he gets...~
-The blast from the first construct disc knocks Lucius off of his feet, where his head meets forest floor with a loud thwack. Perhaps rather thankfully, the other two discs go soaring over him. Lucius doesn't seem inclined to get up any time soon, however - his sweater has been partially shredded by the explosion and he's still coughing from the smoke.-
Lucius: Owww... okay, that didn't go to plan...
Maul: ~Darwinism in action.~
...Woops...detonated that a liiiiittle too close...
Senshi:~Oooh...ouch. That's usually ment for a distraction and cover.~
-Jason blinks.-
Jason:Um...you OK, man?
-Lucius hauls himself to his feet, rubbing his head.-
Lucius: Yeah, I'm fine... sorry about that, I was just trying to distract you, but it must've worked a little too well...
-What he doesn't appear to have noticed yet is that the sleeve of his right arm is in tatters, and the cuts across his wrist and forearm are now visible.-
Jason:Sorry, it's a bit of a sore spot when people...
-He notices the cuts.-
Lucius...what the fuck did you do.
-Not a question...a demand.-
-Lucius looks down at his arm, then almost immediately tries to cover it up with very limited success.-
Lucius: I... I...
-He sighs, his shoulders slumping.-
Lucius: ...I cut myself, okay? I'm not proud of it. It was a monumentally stupid decision that I'm thankfully still around to talk about because my friends have more sense than I do. Can we leave it at that and not go spreading the word about?
-Jason sighs.-
And Bel said poking a Regigigas was dumb...
Jason:Hah...I won't. Just a momentary burst of emotion, is all.
-He looks concerned.-
Just...kinda glad you ain't worse, y'know? I get worried when my friends do stupid shit like that.
-Lucius returns to looking at the forest floor in shame as he wraps his scarf around his arm to hide the cuts.-
Lucius: I didn't think I had any friends when I went ahead and did it... just goes to show how dumb it really was, honestly. It's not an experience I plan on repeating, no matter how bad things get...
Jason:Good.
-He pauses.-
So...do you feel any better now?
-He gives a small, comforting smile.-
-Lucius hesitates for a moment, then nods.-
Lucius: ...Yeah. Yeah, I do. I can't say I feel good, knowing that I tried to do something like that without even considering the consequences, but... having had a chance to think about it, I reckon life's still worth living for.
-He attempts a smile in return, though it only makes him look rather queasy.-
-Jason chuckles.-
Jason:No offense man, but you look like shit right now. I think you need some rest.
-He smiles a little wider.-
And hey, now you know who to call if you even want someone to spar with, eh?
-He walks back near Senshi.-
I'm glad I got this chance to talk Lucius. I forgive ya. Just make sure to think more next time.
-He flicks his coin against a nearby tree, actually catches it, and teleports away, grinning from ear to ear.-
-a green-and-yellow Porygon is waiting on the bed, holding an envelope-
-Lucius waves weakly as Jason teleports away.-
Lucius: See you later, Jase. You're not that bad, when you get right down to it...
-He turns to Maul, who blips them back both to Lucius' current accommodations.-
-Which happen to be here.-
Lucius: Huh? What's this?
Maul: ~A headache.~
-Curious, Lucius takes the envelope from the green-and-yellow Porygon and tears it open.-
PEFEgon: Served. -blips away-
To: Lucius Cain, alias █REDACTED█
You are summoned to appear before the PEFE Inquisitorial Court on $DATE, concerning your alleged actions on August 27th, $YEAR.
Note that the right of indictment has been voluntarily transferred to this venue by the Fiore justice system, so you do not face double-prosecution.
▾
-Lucius' face falls as he reads through the summons.-
Lucius: ...Of course. Dammit, I knew I'd have to face the music at some point...
-He crumples up the letter and stuffs it in his pocket, before sitting down on his bed with his head in his hands.-
Lucius: Can you believe this? It's a closed court. A trial run by a private company for a private company. The private company I pissed off, no less. This isn't justice, this is a high-class lynching party... no wonder they call it an "inquisitorial" court, because I'm probably going to end up burnt at the stake...
Maul: ~I'll be your attorney.~
Lucius: Thanks for the offer, but there is nothing in the universe that I want less.
Maul: ~You're welcome.~
-a girl peers down from the podium, flanked by an Illumise-
Bailiff!Xatu: Court is now in session for the matter of PEFE re: Cain Family. Inquisitor Polly presiding.
Polly: Will the defendants rise for their opening testimonies?
[spoiler]This event will probably go a bit slow; anybody interested in courtroom / Ace Attorney shenanigans / testimonies / etc may be present when convenient, the bailiff can Teleport.
-Lucius, who is currently sitting in the dock with his head in his hands, sighs upon being invited to stand.-
Lucius: Oh, sure, don't let the fact that I don't have a real attorney stop you... and why call the case PEFE v. Cain Family? I'm the only one on trial here. It's PEFE v. Auric Avenger, if anything...
-He stands up, about to deliver his testimony... until he notices the other defendant standing in the opposite dock.-
Lucius: ...Wait, what? You have got to be kidding me... this is supposed to be some sort of joke, right? What the hell is he doing here?
-The former Galactic Admin being addressed glances downwards.-
Lawrence: Lucius, please, this is not the time to discuss-
Lucius: Actually, I think this is the time to discuss this! They didn't give us any time to discuss this before the trial began, so why not do it now? I'm raising an objection. I can understand why I'm being tried in a closed court, but him? He's a wanted terrorist! Why isn't he being put through the ringer by the Supreme Court of Unova or something?
Lawrence: The authorities in Almia have transferred responsibility for my prosecution to the PEFE and banished me from the region. They were... reluctant, but it was decided that PEFE was better equipped to redistribute Galactic's assets to those affected by the actions of-
Lucius: Hold up, I wasn't asking you. You're on trial for capital crimes, your word's worth about as much as a politician's promise. Look, I'm in here for industrial espionage, grand theft, and possibly culpable homicide if you choose to follow that up. They're felonies, I won't deny that, but I've never gone out of my way to try and hurt people. Meanwhile, there is video evidence proving that one of PEFE's own founders committed premeditated multiple homicide, and yet he's one of the people passing judgement over me? This isn't justice. This is obvious corruption of regional law. I'll willingly surrender myself to a public court, but I refuse to recognise the authority of this... this witch trial!
-Lawrence sighs and shakes his head.-
Evangeline the Illumise: <Tagg is not the Inquisitor here...>
Talonflame: <My clients are innocent of all charges!>
-he turns to Lucius and Titan-
<Oh hi. Name's Phoenix. What are you accused of, anyways? I just kinda wandered by the courtroom.>
Gavel: Pound!
Polly: The defendant is encouraged to entertain the notion that a scientific organization will value the seeking of the truth over animalistic revenge instinct.
-Lucius ignores Phoenix, instead choosing to focus on Evangeline and Polly.-
Lucius: Seeking the truth? Okay then. The frontman of your organisation is a violent killer and this trial is a farce. There. That was a statement of truth, wasn't it? Why are we even bothering with this ridiculous charade? I'm guilty. I plead guilty. You're going to find me guilty for reasons entirely unrelated to the two facts previously presented. That's it. Case closed. Hell, why don't we save time and have me shot on the spot? Sure, it'd make a mess, but at least it wouldn't be such a gross waste of judicial resources.
-Lawrence, now thoroughly facepalming, turns to address Phoenix.-
Lawrence: I am standing trial for the countless felonies committed by both myself and the criminal organisation under my command. My son is accused of the theft of a valuable artefact from a PEFE facility, a crime committed whilst he was masquerading as some manner of masked vigilante. His actions are hardly inexcusable. They can be dismissed as simply the recklessness of youth. Mine cannot. There is no justification for what I have done, no moral excuse fit to weather the judgement of the court... I am simply here to await my sentence.
A young man around 5' 8 1/5 in size with wavy blond hair, bispecaled violet eyes and smart casual wear enters the room with a bunch of papers and a tape recorder. He takes up his seat in the courtroom and starts reading through the trial papers.
Matthew: Sheesh. The start of my break and I'm called in to be the short hand/secretary for the trial. I hope this trial goes quickly so I can resume my [Caribbean] vacation...
An Aggron enters the courtroom, carting what appears to be a very large suitcase.
Matthew: Mornin' Gil.
Gillette: <Hey Matty.>
Matthew: Bring the goods?
The Aggron places the case on the table carefully. Matthew gives a smile and pats his Aggron gingerly.
Matthew: Bon! Good boy Gilly, you're one in a million~
Gillette: :3
Matthew opens the box and gives a pleased smile.
Matthew: Aaah. There you are, my little beauty~
He pulls out the typewriter and daintily places it on the table.
Matthew: She's a beautiful machine, isn't she? I tell you Gil, there is no device finer than a 1910's Underwood Standard No. 5 in pristine condition.
Gillette cocks his head
Gillette: <Sure... If you have a thing for old typewriters...>
Matthew starts loading the machine with paper and smiles at Gillette.
Matthew: You are free to go back to hanging with Al, Gil. Nothing out of the ordinary will happen here, just usual company law protocol.
Gil gives a thumbs out and leaves the room, at which Matthew rolls his eyes and sighs.
Matthew: Here we go...
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