Just realized I never added a post section to chapter 14. WElp
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Disclaimer: I do not own warriors, or any of that sort. Also, I know this is not really accurate criminal law, but I'm too lazy to study about it. I probably won't represent courts correctly anyways, so yeah. Enjoy!
Four months later... (December 1955)
Shellheart Vs Rainflower
"This court will now be called into order. All rise!" The bailiff spoke as the clock struck noon.
Normally, I wouldn't know what the mouse-dung was a bailiff was, which is a old policeman infarte of the court, but Graypool had seemed determined to make me learn the nomenclature of the court. She even made me flashcards.
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[Flashcards.] (- - ) ;
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Just think about that.
The judge walked into to the court. He was a stout man wearing a traditional judge attire. I suddenly felt underdressed. I looked at my brother on the opposite side of the room. He was wearing one of those old fashioned neck things.
"You may be seated. We shall now begin in the opening statements." The judge said.
"Greetings, your honor, and the people of this courtroom, I am…."
While the Prosecutor began spouting off about the reason that Rainflower and my brother were the victims of the Defendant, I asked about the frilly neck thing to Graypool. She said it was a ruff, and that it was only worn to look professional, and to make the other side look as slackers.
Ten minuets later
"... And that is why they," He pointed at Dad. " are responsible for the crimes committed to the victim."
"Okay. Defence, your opening statement please." The judge said.
"Good day, Your honor and the jury. I am Fallowtail, and this is my argument why the defendant is justified to defend themselves against the accuser. Let's take a look into the self defence laws. We believe that Rainflower had attacked Shellheart and Crookedjaw in their own house, and due to the stand your ground clause, Shellheart and Crookedjaw are fully justified to defend themselves from Rainflower, which is why they are innocent."
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"That's all?" The judge asked, baffled.
"Yes." Willowpelt's mom answered. "Is that a problem?"
"Not at all, I just expected for it to be a bit longer. Germans are on the point."
I briefly saw Oakheart smirk.
"Allright, let's bring up witnesses. Prosecutor, how many witnesses do you have?" The judge asked.
"3." The lawyer responded.
"Bring one up, then."
"The Prosecutor would like to bring up the policeman at the scene."
He stepped onto the court floor. The bailiff brought him a bible.
He put his hand on the bible, "I solemnly swear that you will tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me God."
"Huh? Can we get a translator?" The judge asked.
"Sure." The bailiff responded.
"We already have one." The Prosecutor responded.
"Them bring him here. Ask him if he solemnly swears that he will tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth."
A middle-aged woman walked onto the court floor.
Do you solemnly swear you will translate to the best of your ability?"
"Yes." She said, and then turned to him, "Do you affirm that you will tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?"
"So help me God" He said.
"He said yes."
"All right. Name, age, and occupation."
The young man spoke his testimony, which was super long, and circumlocutory, but the main points the witness proved was that:
1) Rainflower was already in the house.
2) A man and a girl were the only people to enter the building.
3) Rainflower and Oakheart were badly hurt
4) A MI6 agent and a small girl in a car rode away
Using this information, the Prosecutor began interpreting it:
"First of all, Rainflower was in the house when she was assaulted,"
"Objection, there is a lack of authentication that she was attacked." Willowpelt's mom objected.
"Judge, If you give me a few more sentences, you will see my reasoning."
The judge thought for a moment, and responded, "I belive you for now, objection overruled."
"Thank you, your honor. Now, Rainflower was inside the house when the battle started. We know that the two sides were Rainflower and Oakheart against Shellheart, Crookedjaw, Stormtail, and Bluefur. If you look at it, It was a bit uneven, 4v2. I believe that the reason Rainflower and Oakheart was hurt so much is because they were ganged up on by those four. However Bluefur and Stormtail were British, which meant that there was preparation beforehand, showing that Shellheart and Crookedjaw set up the incident. This proves why they are responsible for the damages."
"That's logical."The judge said. "Would the defence like to cross examine the witness?"
"Sure. How do you know that the man and the girl were the only people to enter the building?"
"They were the only people to exit the building, and I was at the entrance of the street."
"Was the scuffle still going on?"
"No."
"So how do you know they were the only people to leave the building?"
"The neighbors that informed the Police had kept a lookout on the exits of the buildings. No one else came out."
"How do you know that Stormtail was a MI6 agent?"
"He showed me his identification."
"Thank you, that will be all."
[I could see that this was going to be a long day…]
"Next witness please." The Judge spoke to the Prosecution.
"We call up Rainflower." The Prosecutor announced.
Rainflower was in her fancy and somewhat revealing dress.
[What a two face-] (╬ﾟ◥益◤ﾟ) ╬ﾟ
"Crookedjaw, are you okay?" Graypool asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I whispered back.
"Crookedjaw, you are turning red…" She mentioned.
[Am I?] (ﾟ◥益◤ﾟ )
"They won't want to look at me." I responded.
And by looking at Graypool, we both knew that was true.
Rainflower put her hand on the bible.
[Ironic that the devil swears to god] (｡･｀ω´･｡)
"Do you solemnly swear that you will tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?"
"Yes I do." She said.
She walked to the witness bench and sat down on the chair.
"Let me ask you some beginning questions." The prosecutor said. "What is your name, age and occupation?"
"Rainflower, In my 30s, and I work for the United States government."
"What happened when you were attacked?"
"Well, I was cooking dinner, and Crookedjaw began whine, so I said, plenty of people have problems, deal with it. He got really angry, and kicked me. I told him don't do it again, but he did, so I smacked him. Shellheart only saw me smack him, and-"
(╬⓪益⓪) ! ! !
This time, I couldn't stand it. I stood up and yelled, "What the dark-forest is this?! We all know this is not true! You-"
The judge slammed his gavel.
Willowpelt's mom pushed me down. "Crookedjaw, sit down or get out."
I sat down, but snarled.
"Back to what I was saying, " Rainflower said, " Shellheart only saw me slap him, and attacked me. Crookedjaw jumped in. Luckily, Oakheart came to defend me, but it wasn't enough. After two minuets, They overpowered us, but luckily, they stopped after the cops came."
"Were you hurt badly?"
"Yes."
"And you had to stay in a hospital for a while?"
"Objection," Willowpelt's Mother spoke, regaining her sense of professionality, "Leading question."
The judge hit his gavel, "Sustained."
The Prosecution rephrased his question. "How long did you stay under care?"
"A month."
"And….."
The prosecution began rambling again, with the occasional objection, so I took out a piece of paper, and began to fold it.
By the time they finished, I had already made a shrunken and a pretty decent looking paper airplane, if you ask me. I hope it flies just as well.
Willowpelt's mother stood up, and started her cross examination.
"You said the fight lasted half a minute. Would you like to change you testimony?" She said.
Rainflower responded, "No?"
"Well, If it lasted less than 120 seconds, how would Bluefur and Stormtail be able to join?" She asked, raising her voice.
The aura around her was colored dark blue.
Rainflower began, smugly, "They came-"
▀▀▀▀┌(▀Ĺ̯▀)┐▀▀▀▀ {Two mineuts}
"They were there befo-"
"And you didn't do anything?"
"I thought they were walk-"
"It a mansion with a gate."
"They snuck in!" Rainflower finished her first sentence.
"While you were a CI-"
"OBJECTION, Badgering the witness!" The opposing lawyer salvaged what he had.
"Sustained." The judge slammed his hammer. "Please let the witness calm d-"
"How could they have gotten there in two mineuts."
Rainflower stuttered, "I do-don't know?! They must have been there in the beginning!"
"Defence, Stop harassing the witness." The judge ended the confrontation.
Willowpelt's mother looked her in the eye.
"Also, You said you smacked your son. Do you want to retract it?" Willowpelt's mother silently dared Rainflower.
[Isn't this for their side?] (0o ) ?
Rainflower said, "Yes."
"Then what did you do that caused Shellheart to attack you?!" Willowpelt's mother asked.
"Nothing." Rainflower responded.
"So Shellheart attacked with no reason in your story?" ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ (▀Ĺ̯▀) ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀
"Yes." ( ;O O)
"And you did not provoke anything?" ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ (▀Ĺ̯▀) ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀
"Yes." 工ｴｴｪｪ(;O O)ｪｪｴｴ工
"Objection, leading question."
"Sustained."
The judge and the prosecution was hand in hand killing our argument.
"That will be all." Willowpelt's mother breathed out.
"Oh, look at the time!" The judge said with fake astonishment. We could all tell he was afraid of Willowpelt's mom. Who wouldn't though. "We should conclude this trial for the day. Jury, you are not allowed to talk about this in any way, understood, okay. Let's take a break."
"But-" The prosecution sputtered.
By that time, plenty of people had picked up their stuff, and began funneling out of the court, and Willowpelt's mom ran out of the room.
"She needs to go to the bathroom." Graypool said, nonchalantly. Her furnished outfit contrasting with her lack of any furnished attitude. "Trials are long and boring."
{BORING? LAW IS THE BEST THING ! ! !} 《《o( 〃＾▽＾〃)o》》
"So what do we do?" I asked her.
"Do you all want to get dinner?" Dad asked us.
"Sure." said Willowpelt, who was just sitting in the back the entire time.
My dad gave off a face that's like:
[Where the foxdung did you come from?]（〇□〇*）…！
"I guess." I took all my origami creations and stuffed them in Graypool's pocket.
Graypool didn't (and probably wouldn't) notice, since she was already inspecting at the papers sprawled over the desk.
"You go ahead, I am going to highlight some stuff and see the local ghettos fighting. I've already brought dinner." She flashed a credit card, to which my dad snatched back from her.
"This is mine..." He muttered.
[Really?] (- - ;)
"Are you going to be safe by yourself?" My dad asked.
"I should be fine, the bailiff will still be here."
"That's no-"
"If you tell my parents I'll leak your credit card number." Graypool popped a piece of bubble gum in her mouth. "I've heard that the gangs here are especially tough. I want to see them fight."
[…]
Okay." Dad walked towards the exit.
Willowpelt and I followed him.
We walked to a diner, and sat at a table. A lady on skates brought us a menu. It was nearly dark, so we had wait a few minuets before we got a booth.
"Enjoy!" She cheerfully said, not even looking at us.
I looked at the foreign foods.
[What are these?] (0o ) ?!
"What is a 'hamburger'?" I asked.
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My dad face pawed and muttered, "What did I raise….."
"It's like a sandwich with grilled meat." Willowpelt responded.
That won't work well with my mouth.
"What is something soft? Is it the 'Dinner sides'? Or maybe I could get a 'On the rocks'? That seems good. Pe-"
"You know what, I'll just order for you." Dad said waving his hand, clearly embarrassed by my lack of basic American cuisine.
The skater lady came over here, and Dad ordered.
"I'll have an animal burger, a Mac n' cheese, and she will have..."
"A large chicken drumstick meal with fries." Willowpelt answered.
My dad looked at the menu, and muttered very quietly, "You're killing me, smalls."
"Drinks?" She asked.
Before Willowpelt could respond, Dad butted in, "Water for the three of us."
Willowpelt opened her mouth, "I-
"I said, We wanted water, right?"
"Wouldlikesomewater." Willowpelt sat back down.
Dinner was nothing that interesting. I cut up the already small noodles, and finished them quickly. Willowpelt, however, annihilated her chicken drumstick, and we both sat awkwardly as my dad savored his sandwich. He was making odd groaning noises, and causally muttering stuff about 'good ol' American burgers made with love."
After seeing the tension between a middle school boy and girl, my dad said, "You know what, you can go to the hotel."
"Where is it?" Willowpelt asked.
"Go to the courtroom. Your mom should be there. She will bring you to the hotel. I'll phone her right now."
"What about you?" I asked
"I'll call a taxi." Dad said. It was evident that he would send us ahead so he could enjoy another burger without being judged.
After a brief phone call, My dad told us she was there, and we left the restaurant. As we walked in the new moon, I suddenly realized that I didn't know where the courtroom was.
"Hey Willowpelt, do you know where the courtroom is?" I asked her.
"You want to know where the courtroom is? I'll show you." A woman behind us said. It seemed like she was waiting for us.
"Oh, well... thank you." Willowpelt responded.
The woman did a 180 and began to break into a light jog, her long white coat trailing behind her. Willowpelt and I ran after her, almost losing sight of her a couple of times. She took a right into an unlit road, and we lost sight of her.
"Mrs?" I asked, filling the ally with echos.
While I peered through the dim light, I realized this was a dead end. I just knew what was happening, but it was a couple seconds too late. I whirled around, and heard the woman's voice behind me.
"Children, Let me explain this. I need you to comply with Mrs. Rainflower's testimony if you were to get out of here alive."
"Wha-" Willowpelt stuttered, out of breath.
"Just do it. I don't want to hurt you. It's for the better good." She said.
I formulated a plan to lie our way through.
"W-"
Willowpelt immediately responded, hotly, "Is concealing the truth 'for the greater good'?"
[Mouse-dung] | | (o o ); | | |
It seemed like obstruction of justice was a hot subject to Willowpelt. Not a necessarily bad thing, but it is in this context.
"Things must be kept a secret." She said hollowly.
"We have freedom of speech!" Willowpelt responded.
"It's for national security." She said.
"We will not comply." I said coolly. I guess we're going all in.
"I am giving you one last chance. Please reconsider. I really don't want to hurt children." She nearly begged.
"I am sorry." I said. I put my hand behind my back and let out an emergency SOS signal.
The woman sighed. "I am sorry as well, but I have to do this."
"Willowpelt, get behind me." I said, drawing up my fighting stance.
Willowpelt did what she was told, and the lady charged half-heartedly at me.
I narrowly dodged (It took me a while to spell that.) her cross, and grabbed her arm. She pulled her arm back as I spun around and gave her a powerful roundhouse kick to the face.
(# ﾟ□ ﾟ)┌ ≡ ≡ )Д)ﾉﾉ !
She staggered a bit, and coughed, "Okay, now I want to hurt you. Good kick though. Very impressive."
She began a flurry of attacks, throwing in a kick ever so often. However, she was predictable, and I grabbed her leg, moved parallel to it, and pushed her down. The single-leg takedown was the oldest submissions in the book.
(I am a BJJ (Brazilian-jiu-jitsu) nerd, so enjoy reading about arbitrary attacks you didn't know existed!) (^^)
I jumped on her, and we began grappling. She was a bit taller than me, but I managed.
I moved over her legs, which I later learned was called "passing the guard", and slide to cross side.
I had a decision. I could get a metal pipe nearby, but I would have to lose all the progress I had now.
I went to finish this, and tried to get fully on top of her, but she hip bump swept me, and she disengaged.
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[Fox-dung]
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"Okay," She said between breaths, as she reached in her pocket, "Eat Fox-dung."
She pulled out a gun.
(╬ O O)=ε/̵͇̿̿/'̿'̿ ̿
I looked around for weapons, but there were none in range.
[I should have got the metal pipe when I had the chance] (◞‸◟；)
I prepared to get hit with a bullet. At least I will die fighting.
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I glanced at Willowpelt. She was curled up in a ball on the ground, squeezing her eyes shut.
I turned back, looking at my killer in the eyes.
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But then she fell to the ground.
A woman with a rifle and a glider thing landed in the ally, and picked up a dart in the woman's forearm
She had a worn down forest-green cape with -1956 veteran scratched on it, and a firearm that apparently shoots darts. The most eccentric thing was that she had a white tourniquet with scribbled writing on her arm.
The woman dragged the still body to the wall, and put a cloth over her. Then she came to me, and put her arm in front of her.
"Who are you?" I asked, on edge. It seemed like she was surprised as well.
It took her a few seconds to answer.
"Hello. My name is … Mapleshade. I heard your SOS call. I work for the DF to secure safety for our world. Would you like to join us?"
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[Should I?]
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"... Yes."
We shook hands.
YEah! A Three thousand chapter, Finished ON TIME.
This took too long, though. I promise this will be one of the bigger chapters, though. (Mainly because of the plot)
I guess I'll see you next Tuesday, then.
-Bye!