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"A paper." He laughed dryly. "It is a cruel joke. One last thrust of the knife."
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“As a matter of fact, I had mentioned it,” she drawled, annoyed that he was interrupting her to explain something that she already knew about and had already said. “However, in that same article, it specifies that only the treatment of the defendant in an attempt to apprehend, entrap, or subdue, is excusable. And, as I’m sure you’ll remember in the second paragraph of that same law, Mr. Edgeworth, that inhumane treatment of a subdued prisoner is a violation of an officer and soldier’s duty. Our justice system is innocent until proven guilty, Mr. Edgeworth, and do not think me amateur enough to ignore the fact that my client was unduly tortured and neglected with no purpose whatsoever, due to the preconceived prejudice of his captors.” She turned to the judge and bobbed her head once. “Yes, Your Honor. I wish to make a case of abuse of due process.” @The Ward's Guard @Negative_Null
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Vespyr didn't move, staring up at the sky. What sins had this pleasant old man done? What could compare? What master had he served? "What is it that you do?" he asked quietly, "To atone for the deaths?"
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“I... do not understand. You claim to want to help. You are here alone, where only chance might bring you opportunity. Why is it that you hide?”
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Vespyr held the piece of paper in one hand. It... was meaningless. A thoughtless gesture cruelly compounding the twist in his gut, just another cruel joke. He would tear it once she was gone, or drop it into the water. Instead, he found himself slipping the paper into a pocket of his shirt. He turned to the Sparrow, feeling as though the warmth he’d kindled over the past few weeks had shrivelled and withered into death. “There is no place for me,” he said quietly, “To pretend otherwise is foolishness.” The winds gathered in a lashing ring around him. Vespyr sensed the kind old man, and in the distance, sensed the ship. He would slide into the air like a ray of light. He’d... do... something... He was worthless. No value left, no service to give. The Queen had made sure that if he left her service, he would have no place, except in death, and that was the one place he feared to go. The winds sagged listlessly around him, and he stood, stooped, face upturned to the sky.
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Vespyr felt a sudden jolt of regret. He would be alone now, completely. Of course they wouldn’t have wanted him. What good had saving the girl done him? Nothing but pain could possibly ensue from his decisions. He really was just a tool, not a voice. Vespyr looked down at the object in his hand.
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“Over the course of weeks and using the service of the United Nations Postal Service,” he said, rather sarcastically.
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Vespyr stood, solid and still, quiet. Somehow, it was still easy to see that he didn’t believe her. “I cannot save you again if we are far apart, and I know of no way for you to contact me if you need me.”
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“If you go, the Queen will find you again...” he said quietly, hopelessly.
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Vespyr jolted, looming at the child, then at the ship in the distance. “Is it too much to hope that you’re considering an education and domestic life?” He asked, certain that he already knew her answer. Doubtless, she assumed he’d rejoin her with her friends shortly.
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I do a lot of stuff! Comics, music animations, art, and these figures. I’ve made Kal, Shallan, Adolin, Lift, Vin, and now Wit. -
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Vespyr nodded, then turned to address Janice and her friends, bracing himswlf for their condemnation... Only to find that they had darted onboard the ship while he had been talking to Brother Sparrow, and were somehow already on the horizon. “Doesn’t look like they want to bear me either, Brother Sparrow,” Vespyr said levelly. What had he expected, honestly? What friendship did they owe him for doing one good thing, taking one action. They hadn’t even bothered to learn his name. Rain hadn’t even said goodbye. Their... indifference hurt more than condemnation, somehow, considering the pain he’d endured to save Janice. “Why are you here, Sparrow? In the middle of nowhere, insistant that no harm come to creature or animal... Why do you care? And why do I? Why should I?”
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“As a matter of fact, I had mentioned it,” she drawled, annoyed that he was interrupting her to explain something that she already knew about and had already said. “However, in that same article, it specifies that only the treatment of the defendant in an attempt to apprehend, entrap, or subdue, is excusable. And, as I’m sure you’ll remember in the second paragraph of that same law, Mr. Edgeworth, that inhumane treatment of a subdued prisoner is a violation of an officer and soldier’s duty. Our justice system is innocent until proven guilty, Mr. Edgeworth, and do not think me amateur enough to ignore the fact that my client was unduly tortured and neglected with no purpose whatsoever, due to the preconceived prejudice of his captors.” She turned to the judge and bobbed her head once. “Yes, Your Honor. I wish to make a case of abuse of due process.”
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@Fallapede ((Oh geez, they left without Vespyr! No confrontation or asking or nothing. And Trace still somehow thinks he's a girl..?))
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She ignored Edgeworth's request. "Actually, I do have some evidence to present," she stated lightly, calmly noting Edgeworth's attempt to butt in on her time before the judge. "My client was put under undue stress and physical torture by the soldiers who apprehended him. In statements taken from survivors of the events there, perpetrated by a mysterious kidnapper in a mask whom Mr. Cruz attempted to stop. Mr. Cruz calmly entered custody while soldiers eagerly egged him on with the idea of fleeing, so they might take a free shot with their sidearms." She slid some papers forward, and an attendant took them and placed them on the Judge's desk. "The witness accounts of several survivors of (Insert Lena's Crew Name). Interestingly enough, the woman Lena offered a deposition as a character witness for the young man." She slid another document forward, which was taken to the judge's desk once more. "Now, returning to the topic of my client's mistreatment, I have another deposition from two guards of the prison where they admit to not feeding my client for the days he was in custody, until the point where he fainted from the mistreatment. On top of that, instead of water, he was only granted a single icicle to suck on, despite requesting nourishment multiple times over the course of his arrest." She slid forward some more documents, and the attendant shot her an annoyed look as he made the third trip between her desk and the judge's. "Under certain subsets of the law, the case might be entirely thrown out in the face of this belligerent abuse of power. Understanding the high-profile nature of this case, I freely admit that dismissing the case isn't an option that can be taken. However, I ask that the situation of my client's arrest be noted, recorded on the official documentation, and considered throughout this case."
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Vespyr stared at the Sparrow, if an eyeless man could stare. "Forgiveness is something I would not expect, ask, demand, or deserve. Redress for my crimes is something I would not force others to bear. I am a burden, and I would not expect anyone to bear it."
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Vespyr quietly stepped outside the house. There wasn't really a back door to sneak out of, and he didn't much like the idea of trying to get away out the window. He'd just have to face the shame and condemnation another time before he left. He still had his pack, and he'd bundled the nectar in it. He wasn't sure how to repay Brother Sparrow, especially since the man had apparently unknowingly let him stay. What person in their right mind would have let him stay otherwise? He'd been foolish. His winds glossed over the crowd of Janice's friends, searching, as if they were as faceless as he himself was. His winds settled on the preoccupied Janice, but he didn't dare attempt to draw any attention to himself. Vespyr gathered the strength within him, taking a long draft of Nectar, and prepared to ride his storm of winds into the sky.
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Vespyr sat quietly in the house. He would leave soon. Janice had found her people. Or, rather, they had found her. And although he was sure he’d explained the situation to Brother Sparrow, he now wasn’t sure that he had, his head hazy from the withdrawal. Hearing the Brother’s shock, he knew now that he should be ashamed for that shortcoming. It was time for him to leave Rain to people who would not fail her. Something about that sentence wasn’t right. He felt too numb to rethink his thoughts.
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Vespyr knew that he shouldn't, and that waking to him was likely as much of a nightmare as what Trace was currently enveloped in. However, he shook her awake. He was rather rough, on accident, and immediately grew more gentle. "Your brain is being cruel," he informed her, "It is lying."
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@The Ward's Guard @Knight of Iron Ms. Delacroix stood slightly as her opponent ended his drivel, and at the judge's ushering, made her counterstatement. "A man is murdered," she posed calmly, "And there are ten suspects arrested. The officers know that there are only nine conspirators, but they physically cannot identify whom the innocent man is." She twirled lightly, then patted the top of the screen affectionately. "Does the justice system execute all ten in a sweeping purge?" She turned her eyes haughtily to Mr. Edgeworth, "No. Our law system operates on the basis of innocent until proven guilty." She stepped lightly from the television to the center of the floor. "I believe Mr. Edgeworth clearly knows that for a guilty verdict to be reached, the jury must, without a doubt or a question wavering their determination, believe to the fullest extent possible that my client is the man displayed in this video." She nodded respectfully at the jury, reminding them of their duty, then glided toward her seat as she spoke. "Not even ninety percent... it isn't good enough. The jury must be absolutely convinced. Faulty, damaged footage..." she tsksd her tongue and sighed. "I would expect more than courtroom theatrics from the prosecution." That was all his first piece of evidence was, after all, a show to go on, and they both knew it. It was insulting, almost, that he expected that ridiculous piece of evidence to be intimidating to her, as though she were a backroom amateur. Well, he did have more experience, and she was relatively new to the profession... but if this was his opening piece of evidence, she knew that, just like the string of victories against other prosecutors before him, he too would join the ranks of the defeated.
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A comment on YouTube was the inspiration for this one.
