The Random Scenes Thread

[Holly]

Jinzo Saves Christmas? (derp, written when tired so very silly, non-canon)

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*A man, wearing a green tailcoat, tan slacks, brown boots, and a dark green cravat, is walking through the Icy Taco as the snow falls from above. He seems lost in peaceful thought, which is soon interrupted by Jinzo finding him.*

: Heya new guy! Want to help me out with something?

: Jinzo? What seems to be the problem?

: You already know my name! I guess I am getting pretty famous around here. Anyway, it's Christmas, and it doesn't seem like Frosty's planned a Christmas special yet, so I'm doing it myself.

: A Christmas special? Sounds like something I could help with... What's the plan?

: *skypoint* We're going to go to the grumpiest, most unspirited person in the universe, and spread the Christmas spirit!

{A little while later, Doc's front door}

: No.

: But I didn't even say anything yet!

: Just saving time. *pulls the hat off of Jinzo and turns to the new guy* Don't you know better than to listen to Jinzo?

: Well, I didn't have much better to do tonight, a Christmas special sounded interesting.

: Can the fourth wall stay intact for even a few moments? Anyway, Jinzo, I hope next year when you're old enough, you just spend Christmas drinking and shutting up like the rest of us.

: Does Neopia even have a drinking age?

: I'm an American and so can you, now leave me alone. *slams door*

: Now whose Christmas do we save?

: Maybe there are some villains threatening Christmas. Come on, I know exactly where they'd meet up!

{Partenen's Lab}

: *tackles down the front door*

: Nobody move.

*Lotso, Partenen, Eridan, and Yew are sitting around a table, wearing santa hats and eating gingerbread men. A metal Christmas tree is in the corner with presents under it.*

: If you're looking for little Memory... he just left! ...To get some egg nog, we all forgot to buy it.

: and pre didnt respond to our invvite

: Phh, at least this made the party a little interesting. XD *bites the head off a gingerbread Edgeworth*

: So... nobody's plotting any evil?

: Not tonight at least. *shrugs*

: *mouth full of cookies* Weww, we'we stiww keepin ouw eye on you!

: That's nice. *pulls a switch, the floor springs up and catapults Jinzo and the new guy out of the lab, outside into the cemetary*

: *stands up, brushes self off* ...Should we just fly around in Awky and deliver some presents to Gantfred kids?

: *claps and laughs* Sounds like a worthy idea!

*Awky smashes through the fence, they get in, and fly off toward Old Begas to deliver terrible toys to terrible children.*

HOLIDAYS HAPPY AND NEW YEARS MERRY

[Gelquie]

Taco Bus Rides! Yay!

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Taco Bus Rides

*It's a sunny day on the Taco, and a woman has started up her bus route. She's humming, seemingly happy and ready for her day. There are a few other passengers on her bus, and all of them seem to be behaving.*

Driver: Well, at least it's a nice day out today.

*The bus arrives at the Taco square, and a there's a large influx and outflux of passengers. Two of the passengers who get onboard are GLQ and Guella.*

GLQ: Here's the money, Guella. Go ahead and put it in the bin.

Driver: Actually ma'am, your child's young enough to ride free.

GLQ: Oh, I know. She's paying for me. I want her to get used to this.

Driver: *Smiles down at Guella.* Dear, are you able to rea--

Yup! *She ports up and practically slams the money into the container.* Hehe, gotit!

Driver: *A little taken back.* O-okay. *She gives a smile as the presses a button.*

GLQ: Come on now Guella, we gotta sit down.

Okay! *She ports over to a seat and sits down obediently.*

*GLQ takes the seat next to her. Soon, there's no more flux in passengers, and the bus moves again. Almost immediately Guella begins teleporting between different seats.*

Weeee!

Startled Passenger: Ack! *Is stunned, but unwilling to do anything.*

GLQ: Oh, uh, Guella, please come back here. We don't wanna disturb the other passengers, do we? ^^;

It'sokay! I'mnot takin' theirseats! *She ports around some more.*

GLQ: W-well, yes, but it's not very nice to startle the other passengers. ^^;

Aw, but I'mnot doin' anythin tothem.

*At this point, some people get off at this bus stop.*

GLQ: I-I know you don't mean to. It's just unsettling for them to have someone suddenly appear in the seat next to them. Do you understand?

...Yeah, Iguess Ido.

*The bus starts moving again.*

GLQ: Good! ^^ Now, why don't you come over here, and I'll--

*Begins porting around the bus, specifically avoiding everyone's seats.* Wee, the bus is fun!

GLQ: Ack! G-guella, p-please come here. ^^; *Begins trying to move towards her, with limited success due to Guella's teleportation.* I am so sorry, everyone.

Driver: *Lets out a sigh and picks up a speakerphone.* Please stay seated while the bus is moving.

*Stops.* ...But that's boring... I wanna feelthe bus move'round.

GLQ: *Catches up to Guella.* I know dear, I know... Look, we'll have plenty of time to move around when we get to the playground, okay? Then you can 'port around as much as you like. If you stay still for the rest of the ride, I'll get you a treat later, okay?

...O-okay.

*GLQ and Guella finally take their seats. The bus driver lets out a silent sigh of relief as she continues her route. Eventually, she reaches the stop near the playground, and the doors open to let out GLQ and Guella.*

Driver: .oO(Okay, that wasn't so bad... That at least kind of took care of itself. The rest should be fine.)

*A few other passengers get on, and the driver takes a glance at each of them as they pay or show their passes. One of them hesitates, however, causing the driver to look up.*

Driver: ...Is there a problem, ma'am?

*The hesitating woman shuffles one of her feet for a moment before finally taking out a wallet.*

Reina: Don't call me ma'am. How much am I supposed to give to this scam?

Driver: Er, sorry ma- miss. Er, $1.50.

*Reina lets out a scoff, but drops the money in the bin before wordlessly walking further into the bus.*

Driver: O-okay, thank you. *She presses the button.*

*As she walks, Reina quickly puts away the wallet before anyone can take a close look and see that the photo ID really belongs to an older male. She sits in the very back seat by the window and begins looking out, one arm on her cheek and the older folded below her chest. As the bus starts moving, however, one passenger looks back at Reina.*

Passenger: I couldn't help but overhear. Is this really your first time on the bus?

*Reina shoots the girl a warning scowl, but doesn't answer.*

Passenger: *Undeterred.* Well, it sounded like it! It must be! How do you like it? Isn't it great? Well, the smell isn't great, but other than that, isn't it great? All the people you get to see and meet and seeing what they're all like, all the sights you get to see, and it's a cheap ride! I'm going to the store downtown. Where are you going?

Reina: *Grumbles.* That's none of your business.

Passenger: Aw, but I'm curious! I like knowing where strangers are going. W-well, not for stalking purposes, but just to get an idea of what kind of things people like. Maybe there's a new place I don't know about. That's always exciting! I like visiting new places! Maybe you're going to a place I've never heard of, and if so, I'd really like to visit it some--

Reina: I said it's none of your business.

Passenger: Aw, now what's with that? I was just curious. You know, I find it interesting how some people take offense to it. I mean, it's not a big deal, right? It's not like you're being stalked or anything. Or are you being stalked or something? I find that interesting what kind of things influence peoples' behavior. I guess that's why I'm studying it! I think it's the right fit, don't you think? I find it sad how no one else seems to agree, but come on! All the nuances in people, the stories that they have, ooh! Especially fun are the nonverbal ones. I mean, there's verbal silence and all, but nonverbal language! Oh man, I reveals so much! There was this one time that...

*The passenger continued to talk and talk, with no real sign of stopping. Reina's hand moves over her dagger, but then she glances at her stomach and pauses. As this continues, the bus runs over a large bump in the road, and soon after, a baby starts crying.*

Reina: _{Oh no...}

Passenger: Aw, the poor dear! I find it interesting how they respond to those kind of things even though we shrug them off. I mean, they don't really know how else to react while we've learned coping mechanisms, but y'know, sometimes I think we don't learn that right. I mean, all the stress it causes! It's not healthy! I try to cry at least once a day, y'know? Just to get it out of my system! But I find it interesting how some other people...

*Again, the passenger goes on and on, while the baby just gets louder and louder. The mother is trying desperately to console the child, rocking them back and forth and putting the child close to her chest.*

Mother: Ssshhh, sshhh, it's okay, it's okay, Mommy's here. Mommy will protect you. Nothing bad's going to happen to you, I'll make sure of it, okay? Don't worry, there's nothing to worry about. I'm here. Mommy's here.

*The baby continues trying anyway, almost deaf to their mother. Meanwhile, the passenger babbles on and on, and Reina's eyes dart between the passenger and the mother and child. Her eyes are narrowed at both of them, and her grip on her dagger tightens.*

*The bus driver looks stressed, but also resigned to the situation.*

Mother: It's okay, momma's right here...

Passenger: ...which is why I think spanking is really the bad choice for a kid, but oh! That reminds me of a time when...

*Some other random passenger drops their keys to the ground. At this, Reina finally stands up, pulling out her dagger in the process.*

Reina: That's it! I want off!

*Most of the passengers have recoiled, looking frightened and unsure of what to do. The passenger stops babbling, her eyes wide. The mother clutches the still unconsoled baby tighter to her chest.*

Reina: ...Well what are you waiting for? Let me off already.

Driver: ...Y-you have to pull the rope on the sides to call for a stop. P-please put the knife away.

Reina: ...... *She tugs hard on the cord nearest her.* There. I'll put it away when you let me off.

*The bus driver wastes no time getting to the next stop, and immediately opening the doors to let out Reina. The assassin walks off with a huff, and everyone stares after her.*

Driver: ….*Lets out a sigh before grabbing the speakerphone.* Is everyone alright back there?

*There are scattered, uncertain nods.*

Driver: I'm so sorry about that. We have her on camera, and we'll ban her from future bus rides. Your safety is top priority on this bus.

*The words did little to assuage the passengers, but no one put up a fuss. (Well, except for the baby.) The driver drove on. Eventually, things settled down, more people got on and off, and the baby eventually stopped crying. Things slowly got back to normal on the bus (and the passenger began to babble to someone else about how Reina's extreme reaction was so interesting).*

Driver: .oO(That was too chaotic... First the hyperactive kid, then that deranged maniac... At least nothing else seems to have happened. I guess I had to have my really weird ones sometime, right? It's still a nice day. I should just enjoy the rest of it.)

*For a time, nothing exceptional happened. Most of the passengers are brand new since the Reina incident. The driver drives on peacefully before making a stop closer to the edge of town. Not many people are let off, but there is one waiting at the bus stop. The driver opens the door, and someone steps in.*

Someone: Hello ma'am, would it be alright if I--

*There are immediate screams coming from the inside of the bus. The driver immediately looks up to find herself face-to-face with a zombie, Harv. The driver is startled, but is unable to speak before people from the bus scream out.*

Passenger 1: Zombie!

Passenger 2: The virus is spreading!

Passenger 3: It's the apocalypse!

Harv: Hmm? Oh, no, you misunderstand. I'm just here for scouting. I--

Passenger 1: Scouting for brains!

Passenger 2: He's not even hiding it!

Harv: Actual--

Passenger 2: KILL IT! KILL IT!

Passenger 3: Screw that! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!

*The entire bus erupts into total chaos. Some passengers have begun charging the zombie with improvised weapons, aiming to attack Harv, who immediately begins to fall back. Other passengers are prying open the emergency windows and are climbing out desperately. Those escaping are running around in a panic while a mob begins to chase Harv out of the bus and further out of the Taco.*

*The bus driver is left alone, mouth agape at the situation. Then she sighs and puts her face to the wheel.*

Driver: I hate my job...

[Elcie]

Some admirals arguing, based on the current robot drama going down with Han'Gerrel i'm not technically sure if this counts as random since it's based in current events but as i'm not sure if/when/how they'll run into each other and i don't want to take up everyone's time with my quarians arguing with each other. here we are

Srs business for these two. Possibly spoilers for Mass Effect 2 and 3.

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Han: … there’s just one thing I can’t understand.
Zaal: What’s that?
Han: Why did it rush out like that? What possible benefit could there have been? It was spying on me, I’m sure of that much, but it can’t keep doing that if it gets destroyed--
Zaal: *shaking his head*
Han: Don’t start.
Zaal: … Have you spoken with Tali’Zorah at all since she returned from her mission?
Han: *suspiciously* Of course I have. You know that. Why are you asking?
Zaal: I was only wondering if she had shared with you some of the reasons she has chosen to stand with me on the issue of war with the geth--
Han: Don’t you dare drag her into this!
Zaal: *coolly* I haven’t, Admiral, she has made her choice. And she told me why. Her squad, on the Normandy--
Han: Yes, yes, that human, I know how much she admires her, and now I must wonder…
Zaal: *talks over him* They saved her life, in multiple situations - and I am sure she returned the favor. One of her squadmates--
Han: *hunches, he doesn’t want to hear this*
Zaal: ...it was a geth, Han. A geth platform that she fought alongside, that she trusted--
Han: WHY are you telling me this, Koris? Trying to rub it in my face that Rael’s daughter is as deluded as you are now? She’s told Raan and me about that geth, she even called it a friend--
Zaal: Then I’m surprised you haven’t seen your answer already.
Han: What?
Zaal: The same reason Legion, on occasion, put itself in danger to protect Tali. Your robot wanted to protect you, it… cared, apparently, if that is the right word, enough to do so.
Han: That still doesn’t answer why.
Zaal: *gently* Why were you so desperate to get Rael back alive from the Alarei?
Han: That’s not fair.
Zaal: Because I don’t know how else to get through to you. *sighs* Ah, well. Tali sees it, and I must find hope in that. If Rael’s daughter can befriend a geth…
Han: --then maybe I can come to my senses, too? Start holding hands with geth and trying to make friends? *laughs* Don't hold your breath.

[PFA]

IT WAS INEVITABLE 8D;

An Unusual Encounter (neutral/serious, Mafia 3 spoilers and some implied Ace Attorney spoilers and Taco stuff probably)

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{Prosecutors' Office
Edgeworth's Office}

*working on paperwork* (The madness never ends...)

*there is a knock at the door*

...? Hello?

"Hello, is this the office of Mr. Edgeworth? I was told I should speak with you."

Yes, it is. *stands* Please come in.

*the door opens, revealing an unfamiliar face*

Hello. I'm Professor Leland Bardsley, and I'm visiting here. I just had a few questions I was told you could answer for me?

I'd be happy to answer your questions to the best of my ability.

Thank you. *gestures to sofa* Mind if I sit?

Go right ahead.

Thank you again. *sits on the sofa*

*moves to his tea set* Would you like some tea?

Oh, that would be excellent, thank you.

*starts making some tea* So what did you want to know?

Well, there's a few things I've been curious about. Namely, I've heard that this city is largely in anarchy, and yet there seems to be a judicial system here? How does that work, exactly?

Well, it's not complete anarchy. Our "rulers" are just, er... particularly eccentric.

...I see. (Sounds familiar...)

That said, there are some rules set in place. As for the law, it's handled on a case-by-case basis. When something occurs that is deemed to be unethical, it is taken to the police, where trained professionals such as ourselves decide what to do with the situation.

Hm... interesting. So how do you determine what is the law?

It's largely based on Earth law, as that is where most of us originally came from, but it can vary depending on the nature of the case. For example, if the victim or accused is from a particular world with particular laws, that will be taken into account.

I see...

...And, of course, cases with spirits are handled differently in general, due to the unique nature of spirits.

*perks up at this* Ah yes, speaking of which, I've been told that there are a number of ghosts present here?

*raises eyebrow* ...We typically refer to them as "spirits," but yes.

Yes, well, it is to my understanding that the gh— er, spirits here have fantastic powers?

...They do. If I understand correctly, it has to do with the abnormal level of spiritual energies in this area.

Are you saying that spiritual power is location-based?

From what I know, yes. *finishes brewing tea, bringing him a cup*

*a crystalized rune on his desk glows a fiery red as he passes by it, the glow fading when he walks away*

Fascinating... perhaps that's why Diana lost most of her abilities when she came to Aifam Cove... *accepts tea, taking a sip*

Diana?

Hm? Oh, Diana is... *pauses thoughtfully* *then smiles slightly* ...She's my girlfriend, I suppose.

...Are you saying your girlfriend is...?

She's a ghost, yes. *sip*

I see. ...I'm sorry to hear that.

What?

...That your girlfriend is deceased? I imagine that must have been hard on you.

Oh. Well, I... I met her after she'd already died, actually.

*raises eyebrow* ...Oh?

Yes. ...Is that a problem?

Er... no, nevermind. (It's really not my place to ask, anyway...) *sips own tea* But yes, the spirits here do gain powers. Based on their deeds in life, usually.

Their deeds in life? How so?

Well, the two most prominent types of spirits that I've seen are Angels and Demons. Angels wield the powers of good and Light, where Demons use Dark magic for evil purposes.

Hm... fascinating. So you've encountered some of these Angels and Demons yourself, I'm assuming?

...I have, yes. Actually, there are some Angels who work here at the Office.

Really?

Yes. Namely, Diego Armando and Neil Marshall, the latter of whom just came here recently. I could show you to their offices if you'd like to meet them.

Oh, er... maybe some other time, thank you. So what can you tell me about these spirit powers?

...As I said, Angels use Light magic, while Demons use Dark magic. Properly trained, they are very powerful, and very dangerous. In fact, if you plan to stay here long, you should probably get protection against Darkness.

*seems surprised by this response* They can harm mortals?

Yes. Which makes them all the more dangerous, as mortals can only harm them with magic and enchanted weapons.

Are they resistant to salt and holy water, then?

Salt and— ...you know, I have no idea. But they can consume food for energy, so I wouldn't imagine they're hurt by salt...

...I see... interesting. *sips tea*

*raises eyebrow* ...I take it you have a problem with spirits where you're from?

Oh yes. Quite a few ghosts have taken to causing me trouble... but it's not a problem, really. Diana does an excellent job of dealing with them for me.

Oh... I see. Why would they seek to cause you trouble, though?

... That's a bit of a long story. *sip*

...Very well, then... (I suppose it's not fair to pry...) *heads back to put away his cup*

*again, the rune glows red as he passes it*

What is that crystal on your desk, by the way?

Hm? *pauses, glancing back at the glowing rune* ...Oh. It's connected to the room's enchantments. *walks away, causing the glow to fade*

There are enchantments on the room? *decides to take a closer look at the rune*

*as Bardsley approaches the rune, it turns pitch black*

...?

Yes. They're designed to protect the room from— *notices* ...

Er... why did it do that?

...That's... a good question... *looking at Bardsley analytically*

... ...Yes?

...This might come as a strange question, but... have you ever died, Professor?

Have I... what? Why would you ask that?

The rune is responding to your presence, Professor. But why did it turn black?

...Does... black indicate death?

...It does. (The fact that it changed color at all indicates the presence of one who has seen the other side, but I'm not sure it's wise tell him that...)

...I see... I didn't realize it could sense that. *clears throat* Perhaps I have, then. But I was revived. It's really quite a complicated story.

I can imagine so... ...because black is also a fairly strong indicator of Demons.

... ... ... *eyes glint dangerously* Really now.

Tell me. Why have you been asking me these questions?

I'm an anthropologist. Unique cultures fascinate me.

And what of the spirits you mentioned? The ones causing you trouble?

...

I'm beginning to realize you're not who you claim to be. So then, who are you, exactly?

I wasn't lying when I told you my name.

That doesn't answer my question. Who are you?

...I don't think that's any of your business.

Get out.

Excuse me?

You're not wanted here. *aura rises* Get out.

*blinks* ...Supernatural abilities of yours, Mr. Edgeworth?

... (He's... immune?)

*shrugs, setting down empty teacup on Edgeworth's desk* Very well. I can find my information elsewhere. Good day to you. *turns and leaves*

*sure enough, as he walks away, the rune reverts to normal... then turns red again when Edgeworth approaches it*

*looks at the cup* (Who was that man...?)

[PFA]

In honor of the murdershipping crazy that went down on the Taco yesterday, I just remembered a thing @torkie10 and I wrote! (And Celestial a little bit at the end)

Based off this dream I had, probably not entirely canon? Serious and contains Mafia 3 and Phoenix Wright: Trials and Tribulations spoilers.

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*A group of people are gathered together in a small TV room. There's a storage closet in the back, which is blocked off by police tape*

Woman: I just don't understand. Who would do something like this? The poor woman didn't deserve to die.

*shakes head* It truly is a shame. I hope they find the one responsible soon.

"Somehow, I really doubt that, Professor."

...?

*Standing in the doorway with a confident smirk* You say that, but I’m not sure which part is more disappointing; the fact that you honestly don’t care, or the fact that you were the one who did it.

*Others in the room mutter to each other in surprise*

That's absurd. How could you possibly draw that conclusion?

*Steps into the room, approaching Bardsley slowly* Anyone would have drawn this conclusion, Teach. She told us outright.

... ... ... What.

Let me rephrase that: whatever intellectual genius you feel you have is not very useful at covering up crimes when the dead can speak. Dead men do tell tales, sir, and the one who spoke to the mediums was really quite specific. You should have done your research beforehand if you were going to try and throw your weight around. *Comes to a halt in front of him* Perhaps then you would have realized that not even someone like you will evade the power of the Kurain.

This is ridiculous. Mediums? Communicating with the dead? Whatever happened to proof?

Testimony is admissible evidence, Bardsley. That’s a very weak counter.

I don't consider the words of mystics to be entirely reliable. If you want to convince me, I'd like to see some solid evidence.

Oh, you meant forensics? *Tilts his head, giving his cocky grin again* I’m sure that won’t take too long. A different suspect was already questioned and his gun was tested. Now then… *Holds out his hand* How about we take a look at that firearm of yours, Leland?

*takes a step back* No.

*Takes a step forward* No? That’s a shame, it’s less invasive than a thorough GSR test. But if you want to hand over your clothes instead, I guess that’s your prerogative.

Excuse me?

Even the most careful of people still put their hands in their pockets. Of course since you hold a gun with your hands, the shirt and jacket are the most important part, but the Forensics department is quite thorough.

I'm not consenting to anything unless you have a warrant.

*Laughs* *Shakes his head, stirring his coffee with an amused yet insufferably smug grin, as if he knows something*

...What is so funny?

Really, Leland. Do I look like an officer to you?

...

I’m here for several reasons. One— *Steps forward again* You’re a dangerous man. Two— *Flicks his wrist, casting Light barriers to shield others in the room*

! *takes another step back*

…I happen to be very, very good at talking. It’s actually considered to be a trademark of mine in a very tight squeeze: to stall for more time and info. And three… *Starts gathering swirls of Light energy around his wrists* I have a personal interest in not letting someone like you wander around freely.

*People can be heard approaching vaguely nearby*

What the—

Oh listen. That must be the cavalry arriving with the warrant. How about you sit down, Professor? There’s no need to create a ruckus.

*starting to look a little panicked* What's going on?

Weren’t you listening to anything I’ve been saying? I just told you, you were identified by the victim, and I was—among other things—stalling for time while the police finished obtaining a warrant.

...!

So, I suggest you sit down.

N-no...

*Some police officers come charging in, with Miles Edgeworth at the forefront with a warrant in his hand*

Search him!

*struggles as the officers grab him by the arms, searching him for the gun* Let me go! LET ME GO!

Officer: *takes the pistol, showing it to Diego* Got it, sir.

*Creates a seamless box of Light around the weapon* Go take that to Forensics, if you please. I think the Professor’s running late for his lecture at the Detention Center.

Officer: *nods* Yes, sir.

NO!

*Suddenly, the room starts to become very, very cold. The officers holding Bardsley recoil in pain, looking down at frostbitten hands*

What the—

I'm not going anywhere.

*Looks mildly surprised, clearly not having expected this* Such a temper won’t impress anyo… *Trails off as he notices frost forming everywhere*

Officer: Wh-what's going on—

*grabs the officer's shoulder* Give it back.

Officer: N-n-no, I-I— *starts panicking as he slowly starts becoming encased in ice*

Give it back.

!

*There’s a sudden, piercing, feminine scream at almost the same time*

HELP ME!!!

!!! *Rushes at Bardsley in a VERY forceful tackle*

*throws the officer aside and moves out of the way*

*Skids to a halt, pivoting and bringing his arm out in a whiplash*

*As he does so, the scene takes on a very strange hue, as if being seen through night goggles. Also, a sword appears in his hand, so as he’s turning, the sword is following the same path of motion.*

!

*A wall of ice suddenly appears between the two of them, blocking the attack*

*Halts for a moment, looking a bit rattled* …

Can you truly hurt him _{knowing what you} ^have done?

*There is some sort of mental scream, as if from a memory, and a sudden spike in great pain to both of the fighters, as if they’ve been stabbed in the back, accompanied by a temporary blindness from the sheer force and sudden hurt*

*Recoils sharply at this, quite disoriented*

Nrgh!

*Staggers to his feet* No… it’s not the… *FLARES with aura* IT’S NOT THE SAME! *Slashes at the wall of ice with his sword, encased in Light*

*The wall SHATTERS in a loud cascade of shards of ice*

*staggers backward to get out of the way*

*Diego just stands there, breathing somewhat haggardly, glaring at Bardsley with an unwavering focus*

...

…

...Well. If it's no difference to you, I'll be on my way now.

*Snarls, flaring up with aura* Stay away from them, Bardsley, or I swear I’ll put you back in your grave.

You wouldn't dare.

If you even DARE to come close—

-*-*-*-

{Spirit World}

*Mumbles angrily at suddenly being shaken awake* Alright, alright, I’m awake, I’m awake!

Diego, are you alright?

*Groans* Coming!

Diego, I'm right here. It's okay.

Nnn…?

*He sits up*

*Puts a hand to his head, looking disoriented* Where’s Maya?

Maya is fine. Everything is okay.

Okay… she’s okay… she’s safe… Pearl’s safe? She’s alright?

Yes. Everyone's fine.

… *Big sigh of relief, going limp and shifting back to his preferred form* Thank goodness. I was so worried.

*smiles reassuringly* It was only a dream. You're fine.

*Covers his eyes with the back of his left arm* *Deep sigh, slowly relaxing* *Shifts slightly so he can hug Mia somewhat, clearly very tired* Yes… as long as you’re alright… that’s all I need.

*smiles and hugs back*

*Slowly dozes off again into a dreamless sleep*

-*-*-*-

{Aifam Cove}

*groans awake* (What an unusual dream...)

Pallada: Leland? *floats over from where she had been standing at the foot of the bed* I heard you grumbling and tossing in your sleep, that is highly unusual for you. Are you alright?

*blinks drearily* ...I... I'm fine, yes. I was just having a dream.

Pallada: A dream? It must have been quite distressing indeed to cause you enough grief for you to have your sleep disturbed in such a way. *floats closer to him.* I am intrigued to find out what it was that could terrify you so.

It was... *thinks on this* ...there was a man, and he... ...I don't remember details.

Pallada: That is hardly very specific. However, dreams are often forgotten. And whoever that man was or whatever he did, he cannot touch you in the real world. After all, you are one of Aifam Cove's rulers. It is more difficult to hurt a king than a commoner. Not to mention *grins evilly* I will not let him.

*smiles at that* Thank you, Diana. That's very reassuring.

Pallada: Good. Now. *runs a finger through his hair and floats up* The living need sleep so I will leave you to it. I best return to my work until morning. Good night, Leland.

*nods* Alright. Good night, Diana.

*She floats off*

*adjusts blankets, but pauses to look at his hand thoughtfully* ... (No, obviously that was just part of the dream...) *sighs, lying back down and going back to sleep*

[PFA]

so then I wrote this thing for some reason?? (And it's in prose this time, whoa)

Fear and Respect (Icy Taco Ace Attorneys spoilers)

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It was a normal day at the Duplicate Headquarters, with business going about as usual. With no particular jobs to fill or tracks to cover at this time, the Master, Lucius Wayne, was occupying his time by reviewing the new reports that had come in. With all the information that their organization processed, he always had to check everything and verify that it was in proper order.

Suddenly, there was a knock at his office door. That must have been one of his agents, back with another report. Work was never finished, not even for a powerful crime lord as himself.

"Come in," he beckoned.

The door opened slowly, and to Lucius' surprise, it was not one of his agents at the door, but instead, a pair of young boys—Daniel and Michael, he recalled; half brothers, and Natalie's sons. Lucius raised an eyebrow. It wasn't unusual for children to be present at the Duplicate Headquarters, many of his agents were the children of former agents, but they never came to his office. What was their purpose here?

"...Did you need something?" he questioned, noticing that the boys seemed nervous.

"Um, hi, Mr. Master, sir," Michael spoke up, tentatively stepping into the room. ...Was that one of their files in his hand? "Dan didn't believe me when I said you know everything about everyone, so, um... he dared me to ask you."

Lucius blinked. This was highly unusual. After a moment, he gave an amused smile. They were children, he might as well humor them. "Well, I wouldn't say I know everything, but my knowledge is quite extensive."

"Okay, so, um..." Michael stammered. Daniel elbowed him encouragingly, and Michael hastily flipped open the large file, stopping at a particular page. "Can you tell me about Tracy Parker?"

"Tracy Parker?" It took Lucius a moment to realize what the boys were doing. They had picked a name randomly from a random file to see if he would recognize it. Very clever of them. "Let's see, that looks to be one of the genealogical records from 1800 to 1900, and judging from your place in the book, that would be... the son of Edward and Josephine Parker, with three siblings: Claud, his elder brother, and his two younger sisters, Agatha and Elizabeth. He married a woman named Rosaline, and had two daughters—Alexandra and Samantha."

The boys' eyes went wide as saucers. Clearly, he was right on the mark. "Wow!" Daniel spoke for the first time. "He really does know everything!"

Lucius smirked, tapping his head indicatively. "Photographic memory, children. I've read and memorized every file in this library." With a chuckle, he continued, "You know, you will be able to do that too after you do memory training."

"That's so cool!" Daniel grinned. "I'm gonna memorize this whole file so I can do that, too!"

"Yeah! Me too!" Michael agreed. "Thanks, Mr. Master!"

"I'm glad I could be of service," Lucius replied. "Have fun now."

The boys went on their way, and Lucius couldn't help but chuckle. Ah, children and their boundless innocence. He smiled to himself as he returned to his work. He was used to commanding fear in his people, but it was nice to get some genuine respect now and then.

[Omni]

This post is full of behind-the-scenes type of stuff and things that happened during MoDEoN. So basically it's full of the stuff that I wanted to reveal but, for one reason or another, didn't until just now.


Behind-the-Scenes

How the Dark Elves Escaped

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Bass was sent to let the Elves out. He teleported into the forest, headed directly toward the sphere-cage, blasted a hole into it with his plasma cannon, and teleported away.

The Dark Elves' Chant

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In line with the ‘Ominous [insert language here] Chanting’ trope, the infected Cyber Elves did a chant as part of their ritual to build and focus their power to summon Sigma. (I didn’t write out a chant for the other Mavericks, partly because they other Mavericks required less power, and it was simply easier for the Elves the second time around. Also, it would’ve taken more time. )

I actually used the chant as a timer of sorts, with Sigma appearing after the second time it was finished in the RP. (Though while not written, it went through many iterations before anyone heard it in-RP.)

The chant is in Japanese, if a bit mangled to fit a meter (and from my not being so confidant in Japanese, especially at the time). There’s also a bit of silliness to it, as you’ll see either if you understand Japanese, or when you see the (intended) translation.

Original/Roumaji (without dashes or ellipses)

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Fukitsu no tonaeru
Fukitsu no tonaeru
Sugoi no shou kuru
Fukitsu no tonaeru

Chikara michiru
Fukitsu no tonaeru
Watasteamy dungachi michiru
Fukitsu no tonaeru

Odori to utau
Fukitsu no tonaeru
Shou jibun ga sasou
Fukitsu no tonaeru

Chikara awasu
Fukitsu no tonaeru
Sugoi no shou kuru
Shiodoki ima desu!

Hiragana (for those curious)

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ふきつのとなえる
ふきつのとなえる
すごいのしょうくる
ふきつのとなえる

ちからみちる
ふきつのとなえる
わたしたちみちる
ふきつのとなえる

おどりとうたう
ふきつのとなえる
しょうじぶんがさそう
ふきつのとなえる

ちからあわす
ふきつのとなえる
すごいのしょうくる
しおどきいまです！

W/Kanji

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不吉の唱える
不吉の唱える
凄いの将来る
不吉の唱える

力満ちる
不吉の唱える
私たち満
不吉の唱える

踊りと歌う
不吉の唱える
将自分が
不吉の唱える

力合わす
不吉の唱える
凄いの将来る
潮時今です！

Intended Translation (with footnotes)

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Ominous chanting
Ominous chanting
Come, great master*
Ominous chanting

Power rises**
Ominous chanting
We rise
Ominous chanting

Dance and sing***
Ominous chanting
Call the master himself****
Ominous chanting

Power comes together
Ominous chanting
Come, great master
The (proper) time is now!


Notes:
First off, I would like to give the disclaimer that I don’t seem to have written down what I originally intended as the meaning, so I’m basically doing a combination of re-translating and going from memory.

Also, a number of my errors, while they would technically translate differently than I intended, still look like they’d be fitting.

*This was supposed to be ‘come, Great Master,’ but I think it ended up closer to ‘The great master comes.’
**I used the word for ‘fills’ instead of ‘rises.’ I’m not sure if that’s actually what I meant, but I think ‘fills’ technically works better.
***This refers to their little ‘song-and-dance’ of a ritual they’re doing. (And I accidentally wrote ‘dance’ as a noun...)
****I so didn’t understand how ‘jibun’ was used. This would better translate as ‘the master himself calls’.

Stories

1. Zero Returns to Base

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((Note: This occurs after Zero teleports away with Bass and an injured Axl.))

*Back at the Hunter Base, those in the control room and teleportation room are alerted of an incoming teleportation. Those in the latter room watch anxiously, and to their surprize, in comes Zero in his Black Armor, bringing with him an oddly-colored Axl, and a winged, black Robot whom the Hunters find unfamiliar. They materialize in the air and fall to the floor, having the wind knocked out of them almost as soon as it enters them.*

*stirs briefly* *then loses consciousness*

*never regains consciousness in the first place*

Staff: ! Zero! *runs to the teleport pad* Are you okay? What happened? Who is this?

*gives a soft moan* ...repairs... now.

Staff: Oh! Right! *gets on radio* Repair team to the teleport room! Stat!

-----

... *is the first to wake up, his recovery bed opening for him*

Nurse: How are you feeling, sir?

... Well, you guys repaired me.

Nurse: *nervous laughter* *clears throat* Commander Signas wanted to see you as soon as you were awake. I'll let him know you're ready.

*

*walks into the maintenance room* Zero. Good to see you. How are you feeling?

... Intact.

... The others said you attacked them, aggressively.

... Sigma found a way into my head.

Sigma?! Are you sure you're alright?

The last thing I remember is the other Hunters defeating him. I'm not sure how he got there, but... he should be gone now.

... How are the others doing?

My memory's kind of fuzzy, but they seemed to be doing fine.

Can you think of a reason why we haven't heard from them?

... I don't know. There were other Mavericks there, so they might still be busy, but I don't know why they wouldn't check in. My guess is that the signal might be too weak.

... Who's the small Reploid you brought with you?

... I don't think I caught his name, but Sigma was using him against his will.

"Once Sigma was defeated, it seemed like I should take him with me."

Hmm... What about Axl? Why does he look... green?

...

"... Someone forced him to take Sigma's form, and I think Sigma actually took over. So when the others were fighting Sigma..."

...they were actually fighting Axl.

*nods*

... That would certainly explain the damage... But why didn't his armor change back to normal?

Can't say I know, sir. I was just wondering that myself.

... I see. Is there anything else I should know?

... The other Mavericks I recognized were Vile, Gate, and Lumine.

How is that possible?!

Apparently they found a way to come back, too. I don't think we need to worry about them coming here though. Also, there was... a light.

A light?

When the others were fighting... Whatever it was made it so Axl could change back, and it brought me back to normal, too. If it could do that, I think it can also give the other Hunters more of a fighting chance.

... I guess we'll just have to hope for the best. In the meantime, I want all of you thoroughly examined. If there's any residual energy from that light, I want to know as much about it as I can. I also want to know if Axl suffers any side-effects. And until we're sure that you're back to normal, I'm putting you both on suspension.

But-

If you two... three, are any risk at all, I don't want to take any chances. You're on suspension until you're cleared.

... Understood.

I also want to talk to Axl and the other Reploid the first chance I get. Until we get a good examination, you're confined to the maintenance room.

... Understood.

2. In the Maintenance Room

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*in the maintenance room, sitting through scan after scan, test after test, doing his best to contain his impatience and boredom*

Nurse: Well, so far there are no major variances from your standard readings. I'd have to run the results by Signas, but in my opinion, you're good to go.

^.oO (Finally.) Thank you.

Nurse: I'd like to check a few more things, but they shouldn't take very long. Let's get you back to your normal armor first.

*follows the nurse to a station, which he uses only to get an error* ... I can't.

Nurse: *gives a confused look, checks the error* Let me try doing it for you. *enters some commands, gets the same error* Strange... *looks up at Zero* We'll need to do some tests to look into this.

*mental sigh* Fine. *lays back down in his recovery bed, where the nurse begins working on some settings* How are the other two doing?

Nurse: Well...

”The one with the wings has a nonstandard design that's actually not compatible with the recovery beds. We might need to do some repairs manually, if we can figure out what parts we need. He doesn't look like he's damaged too badly, though. And his readings seem pretty normal, so far as we can tell.”

... And Axl?

Nurse: ...

”Well, you saw how badly he was damaged. We did manage to stabilize him fairly easily, and he's on the recovery. It looks like it will take awhile, though, and we'll need to wait until he's in better shape before we can really do some tests on him.”

... *mental sigh*

Nurse: Alright, are you ready?

Ready.

Nurse: *taps an icon on the console*

*the glass cover of the bed closes over him* *his eyes grow heavy* *and he drifts into sleep mode*

-----

Nurse 1: ... I can't find any reason why Zero shouldn't be able to change armor. We might need to wait for the others to get back; Alia might be able to find something I missed.

Hmm...

So can I go now?

You're still on suspension, but you're released from the Maintenance Room.

... Thank you. But why am I still on suspension?

A precaution. I want to make sure you're in the clear before sending you out.

^.oO (*sigh...*) Understood.

*to the nurse* How are the other patients.

Nurse 1: We've determined some of the parts we need for the one with wings and we're about to print them out. We're also starting getting some preliminary readings from Axl.

*stirs*

Nurse 1: Somehow, his base DNA has been altered. It's... closer to Sigma's, but he's not giving off any Maverick readings.

*whimper*

?

Nurse 1: At any rate, he's on the road to recovery, and I think he's going to be fine.

*suddenly sits upright* AA- *hits head on the cover of the bed*

*makes a dash for Axl's recovery bed, as well as a few nurses*

Nurse 2: *to Axl* Please calm down! You were badly damaged and you'll hurt yourself more...

Axl, take it easy. You're back in the maintenance room of the Hunter Base. You'll be fine.

*blinks* ... *lays down, sighing, holding a hand to his face* Sorry... Bad dream... ... ? *holds arm in front of him...* *...as he notices his coloration* ...that's not over...

Nurse 1: You're going to be okay. You're not giving off any Maverick readings.

Then... what's with my head?!

Your head?

Nurse 3: ? *adjusts some settings on the bed's console* ... ! I'm reading increased higher processor activity!

*curling up, clutching head* Make it stop...!

*sees Axl and begins to gape somewhat, blinking*

Easy, kid. You know we're all here to help you.

Make it stop!

Nurse 3: *pauses with worry* ... Initiating dreamless sleep.

*the bed starts to take over* *his body begins to relax* *and he falls asleep*

...

... ... *to nurse 1* I'd like you to get those tests done and get the results to me as soon as possible. Keep him contained to the bed until I say otherwise. Once the results are in and he's in good enough condition to talk, let me know.

Nurse 1: ... Yes sir.

...

3. Concerning Axl

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((This scene takes place some time after the previous one, and relates to things briefly mentioned here.))


*sitting in the corner of the room he shares, writing on a tablet-like device*

*walks in the room, notices Axl, and walks up to him* What are you writing?

*looks up at Zero* Just... something I thought about.

... I know Signas said you could take your time sending in everything you remember, but you've been doing a lot of reading and writing lately.

Well there's only so much we can do when we're on suspension.

... What I mean is you haven't been yourself lately.

... I have "increased higher-processor activity," remember?

And... what does that mean?

Well... it seems like I can think about more stuff. At once, even. It's... A lot like how Sigma thought, and it almost drove me crazy. I've been getting used to it. It's still weird. But... I can't help but think. It's like I can't turn my brain off! And some of the things I think about... scare me. Earlier, at the Taco... I ran into a Human that... didn't seem so bright and... *shaking* I... _{I wanted him hurt.} What if I am slowly going Maverick? I... _{I don't...}

... *bends down closer to Axl's level* Kid... *softer* Axl. I'm going to let you in on a secret.



For as long as I can remember, generally when working with a more... non-compliant Human, I have had moments where I'd think maybe they should get hurt, especially when it seems like they almost want to. Sometimes I think it might knock some sense into them. Of course, I never follow through on it. I usually just shake it off and keep going.

^.oO (^{Yeah, but that's you.} _{You're not exactly the best example in this case.}) What about X?

He'd never admit it, but trust me, he has his moments, too.

^.oO (_{Did Zero just-?} ^{Does X really-?})

My point is that the thoughts happen, but you don't need to follow through on them. You decided not to do it, right?

Of course!

Well as long as you do, I think you'll be fine. Okay?

^.oO (^{I guess that makes sense...} _{Lumine said he chose to be Maverick...}) ...'Kay.

Okay. *gives Axl a quick pat on the shoulder* You'll be fine. *gets up and heads off*

*watches as Zero walks away, gaping slightly* ... *turns back to the tablet*

*What Axl has written can be summed up as 'Why aren't we allowed to hurt Humans? What if it's because they have souls and we don't?'*

... *closes the file and starts a new one* ^.oO ("What makes a Maverick?")

4. After the Evacuation

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((These next three occur between the Hunters leaving Swash's base after teleporting out all the tyros and X heading off to moderate between the Rinamians and Sermekian Robot groups.))

*teleport in as the other hunters are leaving the teleport room*

Welcome back, you two. Alia, did you have any idea how many fugitives you would be sending us?

No. Not until we started noticing how long it took to evacuate them all.

Hm. We can discuss it later. Right now, I'd like you both to stop for maintenance. Especially you, Alia; we need your help with something.

What is it?

-----

*at the console of a recovery bed, looking over readings as various others are nearby* This is insane!

You're telling me?

Sorry, it's just... Whatever Gate did somehow changed your base DNA. That shouldn't be possible; any changes should just be processed by your copy chip with your DNA backed up, and then you should change back to normal. *taps a few more buttons* ... I'm not finding any traces of what he did, either. Either he covered his tracks or the transformation obscured them. *sets the cover from the bed to retract* I'm sorry, Axl, but I don't think I can help you, either.

*gets up from the bed* It's okay.

No it's not! Zero might not be emitting it, but his data still shows it's picked up some of the virus, if dormant. And your modifications include more of Sigma's data, and increased higher-processor function. You can't tell me that hasn't affected you!

...

Axl's... been doing more reading lately.

That sounds like a good change, if anything.

... He's been studying evolution, because of what Lumine said back on the moon.



*sigh* Yeah, I felt like I needed to know. And after careful consideration, I've come to the conclusion-

...

...that Lumine was wrong.

...

It's almost like he heard about what evolution was, but not about how it works or what it's for. Yeah sure, a new species might inherit something eventually, but nowhere does anything say they have to eliminate older ones. Heck, if anything they might end up in symbiosis - something he probably never heard about. And what does it say about 'survival of the fittest' if we keep beating these new Mavericks?

*wave of relief*

We've gotten off track. The point is, we don't have a way to fix you.

...

Actually, I remember things from when... Sigma was in my head. And if he was right, we might.

...

And I think I know how we can test it, too.

5. Testing the Cure (posted with permission from Gelquie)

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((Note: Starla was infected by the Maveric Virus and brought to a holding area in the Hunter Base, had a blood test, and was later released. However, this had to happen first.))

*The guards and other Reploids tried to take care of Starla, occasionally adjusting their care based on human needs that she tells them about. When asked how long until they can help her and let her out, they generally tell her 'We'll let you know.' Once one of them even adds 'when we find out.' This continues for some time - how much time is hard to tell within the cell - but finally one of the guards comes to her with different information.*

Guard: We might have something.

Even though Starla was taken care of well enough (once she gave them a better idea of what she needed), it did little to help her behavior. In fact, it seemed that her temper was only getting worse over time, and it always flared when she was denied an answer to how long it would take.

Starla was sitting on the ground away from the door, staring at something in her hand when she heard the guard. She looked over her shoulder and stared at the guard in question, and uncertain look on her face. She let out an exasperated grunt as she got up.

Starla: Finally. I've had enough of this. What have you found?

*The guard is visibly nervous about talking to her.*

Guard: Well... We think the cure isn't so much a... chemical or plant so much as an energy. And... we think we know someone with the energy.

Starla raises an eyebrow at this and pauses before speaking.

Starla: An energy? ...And is this person in any way trustworthy?

Guard: *caught off-guard by the question* What? Of course! He's one of our veteran members!

Starla: So you feel you can trust him. ...The question is, can I?

Guard: ... *firmly, with certainty* Yes.

Starla: *Folds her arms.* We'll see about that. (After all, I've been stuck here for who knows how long and I still have too many things I need to do...)

Guard: ... *sighs* *heads off*

*It's not much longer before Starla hears voices approaching her cell.*

I don't know...

Either way, are you really going to leave her hanging?

...

*comes into Starla's sight, seeming uncertain, maybe somewhat frightened* ... He-Hello...

Starla: *Turns as the being approaches her. She eyes him with uncertainty.* You're the one they were talking about? ...What exactly are you going to do?

I'm... not sure. *turns to the Reploid that came in with him*

... Either he didn't know, or he didn't think it was important. ... Though if *shudder* the memories are anything to go by it might be something like... kind of reaching inside yourself and pulling that inside-thing out?

...

... He did it so naturally that he didn't even think about it. Of course, this is assuming it would even work for the different powers...

Starla's eyes widened in horror.

Starla: Taking something out of me?! *She backs up away from the robots.* How do I know that's not going to kill me?!

! What?! NO! Out of him! I was talking to him!

*a little... embarrassed?* You see... I've... never done this before...

Starla exhales audibly, but she doesn't lower her guard much.

Starla: ...That doesn't make me feel much better.

I know... Me neither...

But it's the best shot we've got. *gestures to X* He can do it, it just might take awhile for him to figure it out.

...

Starla groans at this and shakes her head. She's silent for a moment before looking up again.

Starla: Can you at least tell me what it is you're going to do to me?

...

It's... kinda like a vaccine? ... Kinda like light chasing out darkness?

Starla: A vaccine? From within him? _...Light... *She turns away and says nothing.*

...

... We're going to give it a shot. *stands by the controls and lets down the outer force field so X can get through*

... *takes a breath* *walks through, with Axl putting up the field behind him, lowering the one in front of him, then raising that one once he's through* ... *still a little nervous about this* ...

Starla watches the forcefields go up and down out of the corner of her eye, but otherwise doesn't turn her head. Turned away from Axl and X, she looks down at her hands in front of her and summons an aura of darkness around her right hand and an aura of light around her left hand. However, her light spell is significantly weaker than her dark spell, and the light is flickering.

Starla: *Whispering.* _{...Drives out the darkness... And yet here we are.}

She sighs and dismisses the spells in her hands before turning to X.

Starla: Why should I trust you on this?

I... I don't know if there's anything I can say that would make you trust me. Even so, I don't want to leave you like this. I want to help.

Starla: ...If by "leaving me like this", you mean leaving me stuck in this cage and facility, then I absolutely agree with you. ...But we both know that's not what you really mean.

*genuinely confused expression* What do you mean?

*facepalming out of sight*

Starla: The others are leaving me trapped here for who knows how long, each saying they won't let me out until they "cure" me. And I'm not even clear with what's supposed to be "wrong" with me in the first place. I never wanted to be part of this experiment. I just want to get out of here.

*didn't expect that - eyes pop open* 'Experiment'?!

?! They didn't tell you?

Starla: Oh, they told me some things. That there's something in my brain and they're trying to cure me. But it's nothing as terrible as they're making it out to be. For the most part, I'm fine. But they insist on keeping me here anyway, and I have more important things to do than run through their tests.

... No, it's real. Trust me. *steps out to where he's visible again* What it does varies, but it usually makes someone more... aggressive... among other things... Even if it doesn't affect you that badly, it can still spread, and others might be hurt worse. Please just... let him do this.

*looking at Axl* ... ...

What have you got to lose, anyway? Would you rather just stay in here?

... If you know anything about how to do things like this, I'd appreciate if you could help, too.

Starla is silent for a long moment, contemplating what was said.

Starla: ...No, I wouldn't rather stay here. But I'm still not sure what exactly it is you're talking about. A disease? A spell? Something else entirely? ...Whatever it is, there's nothing I can do. And frankly, I doubt if what you have in mind will work at all.

We call it a virus, but it's not a normal virus...

We're not sure how to classify it, either. But X *firmly* should be able to neutralize it. I got the information... ... from someone smarter than me.

Starla raises an eyebrow.

Starla: A virus? I still don't see how it's affecting me, aside from the occasional headache. (And the strange things with my magic... Of course, it doesn't help that I don't know when I got this supposed virus... If it makes people more aggressive, wouldn't I have noticed earlier that something was wrong?) ...Are there any other effects in what you're giving me?

Which is why it's so different... Why we're not sure... It can affect Humans, too.

... No other effects that I heard of.

Starla: ...That seems odd... I guess it can't hurt.... But then again, all I have is your word for it.

*getting tired of this* ... If it doesn't work. Feel free to give me a good kick.

*mental double-take* ?!

Starla looks at the ground, silent for a long time.

Starla: (I don't have much of a choice, do I? It's either that and then I continue or rot here some more... Gnh...)

Starla puts a hand to her head in pain, but after a few seconds, she takes off her hand. She looks back up to Axl and X.

Starla: Alright. I'll let you do it. *Her eyes visibly darken as she stares at the two of them with narrowed eyes.* But if it not only doesn't work but makes me worse off than before, I'll do much worse to you than give you a good kick.

*without hesitation* Got it. Go ahead and proceed.

... ... ... *exhales* *holds his hands out in front of him - palms toward each-other - and stares at them, trying to focus*

Starla stands there, mostly watching what's happening. As she waits, she looks at X, wondering just exactly what he's going to do. She hopes she didn't make a mistake.

*shakes hands a little* _{Come on...}

... Do you have any tips on drawing out his energy?

Starla: Other than meditation or just focusing on the spell? ...I have no idea what his spellcasting is like. You're asking the wrong person. *She looks uncomfortable, eyeing X's hands warily.*

*pauses at the word 'meditation'* *takes a deep breath* *he gives a bit of a 'furrowed brow' expression, but overall is much more relaxed* *after a couple minutes of effort, some energy could be felt - not seen - between his hands...* *after some more time, a faint, pale blue glow starts to manifest*

In watching X relax and concentrate on his spell, Starla seems to relax a little bit as well, if only slightly. She taps her foot slightly before noticing the pale blue glow in X's hands. Instinctively, Starla takes a step back.

*somewhat startled when he hears Starla step back, the already-faint glow disappearing*

*was getting bored from waiting before he noticed Starla as well* Is something wrong?

Starla: ...N-no. (You know, aside from everything else that's wrong... At least nothing bad has happened yet. ...Come on, Starla. Get through this and we can get out of here. There's no other way...)

... *takes a breath, ending with a sigh* *focusses again, the pale light appearing faster, becoming readily visible before too long*

...

Starla does her best to stay still as she watches X. However, there is a small frown on her face as she lightly taps her foot again, waiting for whatever may happen next.

... *tries opening his eyes to get a look at how he's doing* *a wave of nervousness is seen and the light flickers before he lets it disappear* ... ... *sighs* ^.oO (Okay... let's do this...) *holds out a hand for Starla to take*

Starla watches warily as she watches the light flicker away.

Starla: (Did it not work?)

She looks down at X's extended hand, unsure of what's going on now.

Starla: (A handshake...) *She hesitates before extending her hand and grasping X's hand with it.*

*holds onto her hand, and takes hold of her shoulder with his other hand* *closes his eyes and concentrates, trying not just to focus the energy, but to direct it into her*

*At first, the energy feels somewhat... invasive as it first makes its way in. However, shortly after, it feels rather soothing. Calming. Cleansing...*

Starla stands there uncomfortably as he grasps her shoulder as well. She feels uncertain at first. Then she starts slightly fidgeting as the magic starts to take its work.

Starla: (What? What's going on? Is this whole thing supposed to be this uncomforta--) *She pauses.* _Huh... *She closes her eyes and starts to visibly relax.*

*as he continues to focus some of the energy into her, he finds his hand drifting toward her closer to her solar plexus... whether this is a conscious decision is uncertain*

...

Starla mostly just stands there, now focusing on the energy and waiting to see what will happen.

*continues for awhile longer, just to make sure the bad energy is cleared out* *eventually stops, pulling back* ... ... How do you feel?

Starla lets go of X's hand and stands there for a moment before slowly opening her eyes. She blinks and looks around her and the cell before looking down at herself. She then reaches her hand up to scratch behind her head, her face showing her confusion.

Starla: I-I'm not sure... _{It's gone?} ...I know something's changed. Just... Give me a moment. I need to collect myself.

... *waits patiently, looking concerned*

*writing something on a device that looks like a tablet*

Starla paces in thought for some time, trying to make sense of things.

Starla: (I'm still trapped in this cage, but... Why don't I feel as angry as I was before? The headache doesn't feel as bad now. Think, think back...)

She stands there for a moment, reflecting. At one point, her eyes go wide, and she shakes her head a few seconds later. She is silent for a long time before she finally sighs and looks back to X and Axl.

Starla: Whatever kind of magic that was... I think it worked, though I can't really explain it yet. ...But I still don't understand how it happened in the first place.

*breathes a sigh of relief* That's good. We'll have someone come by in a few minutes and check just to be sure. Okay?

Starla: ...Alright. But... I still don't want to be in here much longer.

I'll try to make sure you're let out soon.

*on his radio* Yeah, get someone down here fast, please. Make sure they bring a scanner.

Starla: *Sighs.* (Just a little longer, Starla.) ...Thank you.

*sure enough, some personnel come by, come into Starla's cell - with X still waiting inside - and do a few scans*

Reploid1: *looking like she can't believe what she's seeing* Nothing... Nothing... ... Nothing.

Reploid2: I'm not finding anything either!

So, would you say she's good to go?

*the two Reploinds look at each-other, dumbfounded, before they finally nod*

Reploid1: Just let me get a release form ready...

Starla couldn't help but let out a relieved smile and a sigh of relief.

Starla: _{At last...} *She looks up, eager to go when she sees everyone in the room at the same time. She then pauses for a moment before letting out another sigh.* Before I go... I'm sorry for my behavior to you all.

No, it's okay; you weren't yourself.

... ...

Starla: ... *She mutters to herself.* _{Wasn't I...?} ...*She stays quiet, waiting for whatever may happen next.*

*Some time passes, as the Reploids go through a number of bureaucratic processes. By the end of the day, however, one of the Reploids drops both force fields around Starla's cell.*

Reploid3: You're free to go, miss.

*There are a couple moments of silence.*

Do you want help getting back?

Starla is absolutely ecstatic to hear what the Reploid says, and she dashes out of the cell. She doesn't immediately go out of the room though. Instead she stands there, just basking in her enjoyment of being allowed to leave.

After about half a minute, Starla turns to Axl.

Starla: I could use some help. Overall, I don't even know where I am.

Alright. If you just come with me to the teleport room, we can send you back from there.

...

Starla: *Nods.* Alright. Thank you. *She goes to follow Axl to the teleport room.*

Alright, this way.

*follows after*

*Axl leads Starla down a few hallways that only seem vaguely familiar. Sure enough, within a few minutes, they make their way to the teleporter room.*

*is currently manning the controls (so to speak)* *notices Axl walking in with Starla* The Taco?

Yep.

*as he walks in...*

*look at each-other* ... *before averting their gaze* ...

...

Alright... Destination set for the Taco. Whenever you're ready, miss. Congratulations on getting better.

Starla followed Axl and X quietly, mainly noting the hallways she was traveling in and thinking about all that's happened, from the time she was in the forest till now. Mostly, she was focusing on her own actions.

Alia's voice broke her out of her trance, and she was able to watch the scene with Alia and X. Starla resisted a chuckle, but couldn't hide a short smile. Then she turns to Alia again.

Starla: I... Thank you. And thank you for finding me when you did. If you hadn't... *She shakes her head.* I'm ready.

She steps towards the teleporter.

*works the controls* Alright... ^.oO (Stop blushing! Stop blushing!) *waits for Starla to step onto the teleporter* Goodbye, miss. I hope things go well for you.

*tries to give Starla a reassuring smile*

*also*

Initiating teleport in three... two... one... *hits a button*

Starla turns to see the others as she stands on the teleporter. She waves to them as they say goodbye. She tries to give off a smile, but it is a sad smile weighted by anxiety.

And then she let herself be teleported away.

6. More Curing

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I still can't believe it... *looks at Axl* How did... Sigma... know that?!

*shrug* All I remember is what he did and what he thought about when he was... you know... Other than that, I don't have any access to his memories. He didn't spend a lot of time thinking about how he learned things.

... I still can't believe I cured someone.

Yeah... Can you do it again?



... Could you use that power on me?

... Are you sure?

That it's what I need to change back? No, but I'm out of other options. And if Alia was right, it can't hurt...

But what if you lose your higher processing?

... *sigh* X, Signas isn't even sure if I'm safe, other Hunters are afraid of me, I'm stuck thinking in a way that's alien to me, I wish I could stop thinking about some things, I can't even take out my frustrations on the field, and to add insult to injury I look like the guy who possessed me. I'd be useful to you guys again. And besides that.. I was happier. This just isn't me. At this point, I'd try anything.

... If you're sure. *takes a breath* *calls up his energy more easily and tries to channel it into Axl*

*relaxing into it as the energy soothes him* ... ^.oO (This feels...)

... *after some time, stops the energy and backs up* It didn't work. I'm sorry, Axl.

*looking at self* It's okay. I feel... better. So it must have done something.

I just wish I could do more.

Woah woah woah! You've got a cure for the Maverick Virus! Think about what kind of things you can do with that! Seriously! I know what you meant, but really, anything helps. ... Thank you.

...

... Though if you do want to do more...

*

Let me see if I've got this straight: you've found out that you have a power to cure the Maverick Virus, you've already used it once or twice, and now you want to try it on me?

*nod*

... Do it.

...

... *walks up closer to Zero* *focuses energy - starts using it on Zero*

*quietly lets X use the energy* *tries to bear through it as it gets more uncomfortable* *clenching teeth* ... _{Mm. M- gr}aAAUUUGH!!



*pulls back!*

*falls back, clutching self, breathing sharply...* *...as his color begins to shift*

Zero!

Are you okay?!

*pant...* *looks at self* ... _{Yeah, I'll be fine.} *starts to get up*

A-are you sure? I don't want to have damaged you.

And it might be good to get some new readings, just in case.

*on feet, takes step* *wobbles slightly* ... Okay, I'll let them get their readings.

*head off toward maintenance room*

7. Finding Solutions - WARNING! Mostly techno-babble! Feel free to skip.

SPOILER: Click to show

*staring at a monitor with data and simulations on it* ^.oO (Okay Alia, think. When any foreign DNA enters - whether Reploid or virus - it's sent to the copy chip for processing. If it's full, or almost-full Reploid DNA and sent through the proper channels, it's applied to the host Reploid, which takes on the correlating form - or at least abilities, in Axl's case. If it's partial or broken DNA, like with a virus, it's rejected. It's also rejected if it's not applied through the copy channels. Neither is it accepted if they're sleepi-) ^.oO (Oh my... Axl had to be awake, didn't he?)

^.oO (I need to focus.) ^.oO (The copy chip keeps a backup of the host's base DNA at all times, which is guarded by several layers of security. If foreign DNA is rejected, the base DNA is applied just to be safe. Even if accepted, it places limits on the transformation, and will revert eventually automatically, if not manually. Even when not transformed, it will periodically compare the checksum of the host's DNA with that of the base DNA. The mind is guarded especially carefully; nothing is let through there. Not to mention all failsafes have several layers of error handling...)

^.oO (There has to be a flaw in the setup somewhere that Gate was able to use. But where? I guess if the checksum happens to match, it might slip though... But the chances of that are so infinitesimally small that it's virtually impossible. Granted... This is Gate we're talking about; he might have manipulated the data somehow. Still, it doesn't explain how the transformation was applied for so long, or how some of it was leftover. Or even how Sigma's mind was able to inhabit his body. I guess it's possible he did some physical hacking...) *shudder* ^.oO (I hope not... It would certainly complicate things. Especially since it's designed to be highly tamper-resistant.)

^.oO (Layer already ran simulations - including physical intrusion - based on the data of New Generation Reploids. Even just infecting them should be impossible, let alone something of this scale.) ... ^.oO (But Axl's a prototype. He might have a security hole that was patched in later models. Layer didn't test against his data.)

*pulls up the copies of Axl's pre-modified data, comparing it to his latest data, as well as data from a standard New Gen* ^.oO (The copy chip itself doesn't seem to be damaged. That's good... I guess.) *starts by looking over portions of data that are highlighted as 'different' between Axl and later models* ^.oO (Optimization. Optimization. Improved readability. Optimization... Minor bugfix. More optimization... There's the ability to copy Reploids of other sizes, but other than that, I can't see any major new-) ...

^. (Wait... Axl's missing something else! If I'm right...) *looks between both the digital models of the copy chips for physical differences, as well as the code* ^.oO (I suspect...) *starts a simulation, subconsciously holding her breath* ... ^.oO (YES! A security hole that allows his base DNA to be changed!) ... ^.oO (That still doesn't explain some things, but if I should be able to use this to reverse most of the damage.)

Axl, please report to maintenance- *door opens to let the three Hunters in* Oh! There you- Wait, Zero?! How...

... I'll explain later. But it did seem to leave Zero drained.

Right now, I just want a check-up and some rest.

... I'll go get a nurse. *heads off to press a 'call nurse' button as the others help Zero to a recovery bed*

8. Restoring Axl

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So you wanted to see me anyway?

Okay, good news! I found an exploit that I think Gate used, and I should be able to use it to get you at least mostly back to normal.



At least, I can get you back into your normal body, and remove Sigma's data from your sys- *glomped* _oof!

*squeeze* Thank you!

... ^.oO (Wait... Why am I getting defensive?)

*laughs nervously* Okay! Don't thank me yet! *gently pushes Axl off* I still need to actually use it.

Do it.

But I still have to-

Do it.

There's are other-

Do it.

It might not-

Do it!

*hands up in a 'calm down/don't hurt me' position* Okay! Just let me get something ready! ^.oO (I guess I can do it twice if I need to...)

*

*preparing things on her terminal* So you... really cured them?

... *nod*

That's... How?!

... I don't know how... But apparently Sigma knew that I have this... power, and Axl remembered.

That's... Wow... ... *turns her attention back to the present* ... Okay, Axl. Lie face-down, please.

*does so, lining his head up with the face-hole of the table*

Now, you might need to be awake for this.

Oh... Yay.

This is something that needs precision, so I'm going to have to use restraints.

*listens as restraints pop up and strap him down, the face-hole constricting to brace his head* ... Okay then.

*walks up behind Axl* Okay, let's get you opened up... *inserts a really thin tool in a very tiny seam and, with a little fiddling, gets his helmet to separate from the rest of his head, exposing the circuitry underneath*

^.oO (Ow...)

*sets the tool down and picks up the ends of some wires, which she proceeds to clip to specific circuits* ^.oO (Okay, black to ground... Blue to output... Red to input 1... Yellow to input 2...)

*inhales sharply*

Axl?

Y-you've got it. Just keep going.

... *quickly double-checks the connections* *returns to the console* Okay, first you'll be copying your own data. *presses button*

... *shifts* *glow fades*

It's working!

Hold on. Now I'm using the exploit to overwrite the base DNA. ...

*clenching teeth harder*

Overwrite will finish in 3... 2... 1... ... Now we just need to wait a minute.

What for?!?

This should work better if the transformation self-terminates. Just a little longer.

^.oO (Hurry...!)

Half a minute... Ten seconds... Now.

*flickers with light briefly* *but form doesn't change*

*sigh with relief*

Is it over??

Yes. Just give me a moment. *walks over to Axl, where she removes the cables and closes up his head* *she then walks back over to the console and retracts the restraints*

*immediately takes the chance to get up, as if he can't wait to get away from the table*

Are you okay?

How do you feel?

Sorry. Just... bad memories. *pauses to take a look at himself, glad to see the familiar blue-and-red* Yeah, I think I'll be okay.

That's good.

Why don't you get some rest and let the nurses take a look at you? I'll see if there's anything else to fix, and in the meantime, maybe we can get you cleared for duty again.

*smile broadens* Okay!

*let out a small laugh when they see Axl's enthusiasm*

I'm glad to see you're feeling better, but I guess I'll have to see you later.

Is there a problem?

Well... I promised I'd mediate between two Rinamian groups, and I need to prepare for it.

Oh. Uh... Good luck with that.

*nods* Good luck, X.

*nods...* *...before heading for the door*

9. Results

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*speaking with Axl, holding a tablet* So it looks like you're mostly back to normal specs.

... *wakes up, the cover from the recovery bed retracting*

You still have some higher processor function. Frankly, I'm not sure I'll be able to remove that...

Well... check it out, if you can. Any improvement is good improvement.

*hearing his friends’ voices, gets up*

One of the other things I've noticed is that your aging unit is completely disabled. Do you want that one fixed?

.. *busts out laughing* I think I'll live without.

Axl?

*looks over* Hey! Zero! You're awake!

And you're... normal.

Well, he's mostly normal. I wasn't able to completely undo the changes that Gate caused, and I haven't looked over the remaining differences in detail. But it looks like most of the differences are minor, and I'm sure we can clear him for active duty.

... That's good. Glad to have you back.

^.oO (Did Zero just... smile?) ...

Axl?

Oh! Uh.. Thanks!

... What about you, Zero? How are you feeling?

Better. What do the readings say?

*pulls up Zero's readings* Well, they're within tolerances. So basically, you're back to normal!

^.oO ("Normal"...)

... Alright, thanks.

I'll run these by the nurses and then by Signas. I'm sure they'll be glad to hear the news. *sheepishly* Especially since taking care of the fugitives is taxing our resources; we need all the help we can get.

Yes! Thanks, Alia!

No problem! I'll let you know when you have your first mission.

Great! Thanks! *has a spring in his step as he heads out of the maintenance room with Zero* Won't it be great to get back out on the field?

*a hint of sadness in his expression as he looks at Axl* Heh. It will certainly be nice to actually do something.

---

((Note: Zero ends up bringing a tyro to the Sermekian/Rinamian negotiations shortly afterward.))

[PFA]

A thing I've been meaning to write and that randomly attacked my brain today!

Things I Cannot Change (serious, spoilers for ITAA)

SPOILER: Click to show

*beep beep!* "Freeman, come in, Freeman."

*picks up radio* Freeman here.

"There's a disturbance at the bank. We need your help."

I'm on my way. *puts radio away and fades out*

---

{Taco City Bank}

Get these stupid cuffs off of me!

Yeah, no, I don't think so.

Grr...!

*fades in* ...Abby?

Bourne.

What are you doing back here, of all places?

Maybe I just want my old job back. Is that so hard to understand?

They fired you, Abby. Executed you. You don't have the right to work here anymore.

Maybe I've changed, okay?! I— I belonged here. I want to go back!

I might be inclined to believe that... if your aura weren't more Tainted than ever. *gestures to her magic-blocking handcuffs*

...! S-so what? That doesn't mean anything!

You know what's wrong with Tainted magic, Abby.

Well, I don't care! I'm not like you, Bourne—I can't just give up my power like that!

*tenses* I... if you really wanted to change, you'd give it up.

I don't care if it's bad magic! I can use it to defend myself. Or the bank! *aura fluctuates against magic blockers* NO ONE WOULD MESS WITH ME.

...Sorry, Abby, but... I can't take that chance. *gestures to the cops* Take her to a cell.

*struggles as the cops start dragging her away* You're making a big mistake! I'll use my powers for good!

*follows, making sure Abby doesn't escape* We'll need to put you through questioning before we can judge that.

You can't tell me you never thought about it, Bourne!

...

You could have kept your power. You could have kept Maria safe. You could have fought back against Sylvia, even! Don't tell me you never thought about it!

...I gave up my power for something better. And that's beside the point.

It's completely related to the point!

Save it for the questioners, Abby.

Rrgh...

*they carry her off to the detention center*

---

{Later, in the Spirit World}

*fades in*

Welcome back, Bourne. *kisses him* How was work?

*kisses back* It was okay. Nothing too serious. I do think I'd like some rest, though.

Of course, dear. I understand.

*sits down on a bench, looking around at the scenery* ... *then down at his hands* ... *sigh*

If only there was a way to have both...

[PFA]

WHOA WHAT A TACO?!?! I found an old scene that never got posted and felt like posting it! Hope you like those 8D

(Context: this was after The Price of Justice, wherein there was a big battle and a bunch of peeps got hurt. Word on the street is that there was a magic-blocking poison going around, and some individuals were pretty rattled over it!)

Tell Me the Truth (serious, Phoenix Wright spoilers)

SPOILER: Click to show

*walks in, glancing around to note that he's alone* ... *sighs* (Alright. Here it goes. ...Father? Can I talk to you?)

*shortly later, a Light appears nearby*

*appears in the Light* What is it, son?

... ... I spoke with Mr. Armando and Piers earlier.

...About what?

...He told me it was a magic-blocking poison.

...!

...And Piers told me about how von Karma's rounds were coated in this poison.

*steps back, clutching at his shoulder* Miles...

Just... just how bad was it? Why didn't you tell me about the poison?!

... ... I didn't want you to worry.

Didn't want me to... do you have any idea how dangerous this is?! He was given a full round! He only fired once! That means he still has the others!

... *shakily moves hand from shoulder and adjusts glasses* ...That's what the antidote is for. We took care of it.

But... why didn't you tell me? I was so worried!

...I didn't want you to panic.

...Please... you have to tell me. How... how bad was it... back in April...?

*looks him in the eye, looking pained* ... ... ... *clenches hand into a fist, holding it over his heart* ...

... ... (No...)

...You want me to be honest?

...Please.

...Well, think about it. von Karma shot me. von Karma shot me. ...And I seriously doubt it helped that it was the exact same gun. It... spirits tend to react to things like that, you know.

!!!

And then afterwards, there was the poison, blocking out my powers... I wasn't sure what was happening to me, and... I was frightened. ...I didn't tell you because want you to panic, too.

...I... I... oh my... ... *hugs!*

*hugs* ...I'm sorry.

[PFA]

Another random old thing I found in my files! I never finished it, but I wanted to post it because it's... something.

Turnabout Rap (silly, no spoilers)

SPOILER: Click to show

*Everyone gathers into the courtroom for the trial. Once everyone is settled in, the new judge bangs his gavel... and suddenly, seemingly from nowhere, a bass beat reverberates through the courtroom*

Listen up, yo, time to get down to business.
Mr. Butz is on trial now, and he's got a witness.
So buckle down and get set—I sure hope you ain't scared.
Mr. Wright, Mr. Edgeworth, are you both quite prepared?

Um... the defense is ready, Your Honor—

Listen now, dawg, I prefer my name!
I'm Justice Sickbeats, now let's get on with this game.

*ahem* The prosecution is ready. Now if I may, sir,
I would like to describe what exactly occurred.

(...Did Edgeworth just...?)

No doubt, Mr. Edgeworth, let's hear what you've got!

Yes. A few days ago, a poor man was shot.
Not by a gun—no, that's not Larry's style—
But instead by a slingshot, the weapon of a child.
It wasn't lethal by far, but enough to cause harm,
For our victim was struck with a rock in the arm.

OBJECTION! This is nuts! Has the court gone insane?
Just a rock in the arm? Would that even cause pain?

Oh, but you see, that's not all of the story,
For our victim is a deejay of particular glory.
And when he was struck, he flinched out of instinct,
Causing him to knock over and spill his drink.

So he's bruised and lost his soda. Is this even a crime?

Yes, for the man was working at the time.
It spilled on his mixing board, which is hard to repair.
So he's suing for the damage caused. Isn't that only fair?

Your argument is tight, sir. That's really quite a crime!
And I always back a lawyer who can make his case in rhyme.

Er... thank you, Your Honor... or Justice Sickbeats, as it were.
(Though I never meant to rhyme... I'm not sure why that occurred.)

(It's almost like this judge brings the beat wherever he goes...)

Now it's time to call the witness. He can tell us what he knows!

Our witness is a man who was at the club that night.
He saw it from the dance floor, and it truly was a sight.
Ergo, now, so we can hope to try the case at hand,
The prosecution asks to bring this witness to the stand.