(A:N: So, the day I'm writing this is two special days. So, it's March 14, it's my birthday! Alex: Just so you people know, she doesn't feel any smarter. Me: Nope! :D Also, since it's Saturday, that means type until I pass out day. Alex: Translated, she types as rationally as she can until she is so tired, she edits a lot in the morning. Me: REVIEWS!
Natekleh: Oh, it gets deeper. Much deeper... *insert evil laugh here*
technicolortardis: Awh, thanks! I was a bit worried that his 'court motions' would be to much like Klavier's, so I'm super happy! XD Yeah, he's like a theater geek...
Myogenic: I actually have done research over this topic, and the type of amnesia Versteckt has actually is a real type of amnesia. It'll all be clear later on. No, there will be some side effects, some harsher then others.
Elichkaah Haly: First off, thanks for all the reviews so far! It really helps! Also, everything will be less obvouis to Versteckt from Case 3 to Case 4. Case 5, now that, I have something special in store!
Also, if people want to see what Real or a better drawing of Versteckt looks like, go on technicolortardis Deviantart. Her username is BlackRoseBandKitsune. Don't forget to check out her other amazing drawings! So, Alex, DISCLAIMERS! Alex: Capcom owns Ace Attorney, not THE real assistant. She only owns her OC, Real Check!)
Profiles
Trucy Wright: Age 16. My adopted daughter, she will be assisting me in this case for now.
Real Check: Age 18. The detective on this case. She seems a little aggressive towards us...
Macintosh Healer: Age 20. An upcoming boxer who is blamed of murder. I somehow never heard of this man until now...
Kev Meat: Age 27. The victim in this case. He was an actor about to show up in a new Steel Samurai movie.
Prosecutor Versteckt: Age ?. A strange man with a strange getup. He apparently doesn't know who he is, and dislikes Trucy for some reason.
Skenz 'Skinny' Chance: Age 34. A man who works part time in as a waiter in the Lucky Shot casino. Sadly, from what I saw, he gambles more then he should...
Evidence
Attorney's Badge: It feels good now that I have it back after all those years...
Autopsy Report: Cause of death was one bullet to the skull, killed instantly from a close distance due to the fact that he unwittingly shot himself.
Room Map: A map of the room the victim died in.
Key Data: A key is needed to open the room to the crime scene.
Strange Message: A message I found on the ground. Currently, it's in my pocket, I'm going to have to check it later for who's writing it is.
Door info: The door was locked when the cops entered the crime scene, but was unlocked when the witness called the cops.
Crime Scene photo: A photo of a man with lengthy, blond hair laying in a pool of blood. He was wearing a blue hoodie and black jeans at the time.
Blue hoodie: A garment that the prosecution claims the defendant wore to swap the ammo for the gun from powder to bullets. The victim was found wearing it after his death.
Lucky Shot Casino
January 27-4:34 PM
This time, as Phoenix was walking towards the casino's front doors, he reached into his front suits pocket. "What are you doing Daddy?" Phoenix smiled, taking out a pair of sunglasses. "I think I just found out why the detective wears sunglasses every time we see her." Trucy rolled her eyes, smiling slightly. "Daddy, your eyes are just getting weaker." Phoenix shrugged, smiling slightly as he placed his hands behind his back. "Either way works, I can still see." He entered the casino, Trucy trailing right behind him. He looked around the room, surprised to see less cops then yesterday, he did spot the detective in the crowd. "Detective Check!" Real turned, watching as Phoenix and Trucy walked over towards her. Phoenix opened his mouth to ask his question. "Where is-?"
"Where are your sunglasses detective?" Phoenix finally noticed what Trucy pointed out, finally revealing the hazy, brown eyes the detective had. She rolled said eyes, looking down at her notebook. "My eyes don't adjust that well, so I wear sunglasses at times. My eyes are better today, so..." She shrugged, reminding Phoenix of the question he was about to ask. "Ms. Check, where is everybody?" Real set the notebook back in her pocket, frowning slightly. "It's Versteckt, he came into the room with a major headache. He usually gets stuff done faster when that happens, so the questions he needed to answer, well..." She shrugged, raising her hands slightly. "He got them, and he placed me under some very strict orders to continue investigating. Also to help you if needed." Phoenix nodded his head, placing a hand to his chin in thought. "So, what exactly did you find out?" Real frowned, taking her hat off her head, beginning to tug on it slightly. "That's the thing, he didn't tell us. He only said that 'A person cannot reveal the climax until it is in sight'." She rolled her eyes, setting her hat back on her head. "I really don't know how some detectives could stand him really..." Phoenix nodded his head, looking towards the area the cops were investigating. "May we please enter the crime scene?" Check nodded, looking towards her notebook as she chewed on her pen slightly. "Knock yourselves out. Any questions, just ask me." Phoenix nodded, walking over towards the crime scenes as Trucy stayed by Check.
"So..." Real sighed, looking towards Trucy. "What?" Trucy smiled, tipping her hat slightly. "Can you answer a question for me?" Real put her notebook back in her pocket, placing the pen on her right ear. "Shoot."
"Versteckt said he didn't know who he truly was, what does he mean by that?" Real frowned, opening her mouth, then shutting it, a thoughtful frown on her face. "Well, from what I know, he suffers from Hy..." The detective took out her pen, tapping on her forehead with it as she frowned. "... Gosh darnit!" Trucy watched as the detective looked through her trench, a tight frown on her face. "What's the matter?" The detective looked up, still frowning slightly. "I forgot what it was called, and I lost my notebook again. My apologies, but you'll have to ask the man himself..." Trucy smiled, tipping her hat as she bounced on her feet. "That's okay, thanks anyway." Then she walked towards her father, who was examining the table safe in detail. Which actually meant poking the table at any possible angle not resulting in harm.
(How do we open this thing anyway? Is there a key or something..?)
Phoenix was currently under the table, facing the bottom of the table as he layed down on his back. He didn't notice as Trucy walked over towards him, giving him an odd look. She bent over towards her father's left leg, and tapped it slightly. "Daddy?" Phoenix yelped as he tried bending forward. Due to him still being on his back and under a steel table, he jerked back downwards after his head made contact with the table. Trucy gasped as her father slowly got up, careful to get his body out from under the table before raising his head. "Daddy, are you okay?"
(I can't scare her now! C'mon Phoenix, tough it out...)
He smiled sheepishly as he raised his hand to the right side of his forehead. "I'm okay Trucy. I really am." Trucy frowned, crossing her arms. "Your hand twitches slightly when you say alright Daddy, and you have blood coming from your wound." Phoenix sighed, still trying to keep a smile on his face. "Trucy, it's alright. A little blood isn't going to stop this attorney" He then attempted to stand on his feet before his daughter could reply. He stumbled his first few steps, but was able to walk after almost falling to the ground three times. He looked towards Trucy, his smile now bright as day. "See Trucy, I told you I'm alright!" Trucy sighed, uncrossing her arms and standing up. She spoke as she dusted herself off, "Where are you going Daddy?" Phoenix frowned slightly, his eyes looking down towards his right hand. "We need evidence, and the detective told us that Versteckt has some. So, let's head to the Prosecutor's office!" Trucy jogged up to her father, grabbing his right arm. He turns towards her to see her face in an emotion he rarely saw. It was a slightly stern gaze, her mouth formed into a tight frown, and her eyes holding little emotion. "Daddy, at least get some kind of a bandage." Her voice held nothing but concern, which was quiet strange for the usual happy-go-lucky magician. Phoenix stood still a few moments before sighing, wincing slightly. "Alright Trucy, I concede." Trucy's attitude completely changed, she smiled, placing her hands behind her back. "Well, let's hurry up then! I thought I saw a first aid kit near the front entrance!" She ran outside the small room, leaving Phoenix alone with his thoughts.
(Alright then, I thought I never got anything out of an injury. Although, there was one thing...)
Phoenix walked back towards the metal table and tapped it with his knuckle. Instead of creating a hollow sound, it made a deeper, harsher sound.
(It seems this table is not hollow... I might have to look deeper into this.)
*Table data added to the Court Record*
"Daddy! I got the first aid kit, come on!" Phoenix sighed, looking towards the ceiling before smiling. "I'm coming Trucy! He turned, and started lightly jogging towards the door, holding a hand near his wound.
Prosecutor's Office
January 27- 6:27 PM
Phoenix limped slightly as he walked into the the large, posh building. Although his head was now bandaged, his wound still throbbed slightly due to the pressure applied to it. He tried ignoring the pain as he watched his daughter speak to a woman wearing a guard uniform. The woman listened to what Trucy said, her head tilted to the left as Trucy spoke. Then the woman nodded and pointed towards a door at the end of the hall. "That's the one, only been occupied for a few days. Hope you get what you're coming for!" Trucy smiled and tipped her hat before going down the hallway. Phoenix followed closely behind, only to be stopped once again by an hand grabbing his right arm. He turned to see the guard, her hat shielding her eyes. "I'd be careful if I were you... Mr. Versteckt isn't that stable..." She then turned, walking back towards her booth. Thoughts were circling around Phoenix's head.
(Unstable..? What does she mean by..?)
"Daddy, you're being so slow today!" Phoenix sighed, jogging towards his daughter once again. She was standing next to the door the guard was pointing at, a fist raised right above the door. When Phoenix got there, he looked warily at Trucy. "Did you hear what that guard said?" Trucy shook her head, bring her fist down to knock on the door.
Only it didn't hit the door. Right before Trucy's fist hit the made contact with the wood, the door quickly opened. It was to late for Trucy to stop, her fist kept moving. It hit the person opening the door right on his head. The person grunted, taking a step back. "What the, you imbeciles!" The person, now revealed as Versteckt, stood back up straight. His hazel eyes glaring towards Trucy, his lips forming a scowl. "What is the meaning of this Ms. Wright?" Trucy smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of her head as she looked down. "Sorry Mr. Versteckt... I didn't mean to hit you..." Versteckt sighed, grabbing the neckline of his cape. "Alright then, I accept your apology. So then, what brings you here?" Phoenix blinked a couple of times before speaking. "Detective Check told us you have some evidence, can we please see what you've gathered?" Versteckt turned to Phoenix, finally noticing him. His eyes widened slightly, his frown wavering. "Egad! What happened to you Wright?"
(Wait, so Trucy gets a title, but I don't?)
Phoenix waved his hand, smiling slightly. "Just hit my head, nothing major."
"It seems to happen a lot more times then it should..." Versteckt smirked slightly as Phoenix turned to his daughter, making a forced surprised face. "Why, how could you Trucy? Accusing me of being clumsy? The idea is laughable!" Trucy rolled her eyes at Phoenix antics, rendering him unable to keep his laughter hidden. This went on for a few minutes before Versteckt turned towards his office. "I may have to look for those files. You can come in if you want to." He walked into the room, placing his hands into his pants pockets as he did so. Trucy looked towards her father, giving him a mischievous look. "Daddy... He did say we could go in." Phoenix shook his head slightly. "No Trucy, that's just..." Before he could finish, Trucy walked towards the door and into the office. "... Rude." Phoenix hesitated before walking into Versteckt's office slowly. What he saw surprised him slightly.
Edgeworth once told him that an office can tell you more about a person then you may think, this was of course after he visited Phoenix's and nearly tripping on scattered papers. What Phoenix saw in Versteckt's office was strange to say the least. All the walls were grey, barren of any type of decor except for some papers stapled to them. There were two chairs in front of desk, which was about the size of Edgeworth's, which were the only furnishings in the room. Versteckt was standing behind the desk, searching through a manila folder that was most likely found near the neat of stack of papers on his desk. Trucy was attempting to read one of the papers on the wall, her eyes squinting, attempting to read the tiny text.
(For someone with such a big character, I wouldn't expect his room to be so... Bland...)
Phoenix stood still on the gray carpet for a few seconds before walking towards his daughter. He stood next to her, looking towards the paper on the wall. It was part of a newspaper, the front stating the breakthroughs of medicine. The headline was cut off, replaced by a small sticky note. Phoenix, without hesitation, grabbed the note and read it.
-January 20
-This man, although he saved this woman, is still being sued. Not for doing anything wrong to her, but because she believes he administered to much of a chemical at the hospital. Could this be-
Phoenix stopped reading when a gloved hand grabbed the note, surprising the attorney. "It's wrong to look deeper into people's life Mr. Wright. Even if it's in plain sight." Versteckt's usually carefree tone now contained anger, seeming to mock Phoenix slightly. Phoenix turned towards Versteckt, smiling sheepishly as he scratched the back of his head. "I'm sorry, won't happen again..." Versteckt stood there for a few seconds, glaring daggers towards Phoenix. Then he sighed, closing his eyes as he crumpled the sticky note. "My apologies, I didn't mean to lose my temper there. Let's see then, where was I..? Ah yes!" Versteckt placed the note into his pocket, giving Phoenix what was in his left hand.
(What's this..?)
Versteckt noticed Phoenix's confused look, he cocked his head slightly. "Are you sure you passed the bar exam?" Phoenix scowled, shaking his head and taking out his attorney's badge? "Yes, or I wouldn't have this." Versteckt smirked slightly, walking back towards his desk. "Well then, I guess I'll have to believe you." When he reached his desk, he leaned against it, grasping the edge with his hands. "Even if you were the cause of that whole forgery fiasco back then..." Phoenix's head shot up when he heard that.
(How did he..?)
Versteckt laughed darkly, his raspy voice adding a slight edge to it. "I have my ways Mr. Wright... I have my ways..." Phoenix looked towards Trucy, who was now looking at a different paper. Her mouth was curved slightly into a frown, but that was the only aggressive emotions she was showing at the moment. Phoenix then skimmed over the paper on his hand, attempting to take it all in at once.
(Okay then, there were no sounds outside the room according to witness testimony. Also, the gun had traces of sugar on it while the hoodie had traces of baking soda... That's... Strange...)
*Blue hoodie updated in the court record. Gun info added to court record*
Phoenix looked towards Versteckt, he patted the paper slightly. "Wait, if we have info on the gun, why haven't we used it in court?" Versteckt shrugged, shaking his head slightly. "Don't tell anyone, but I think the lab guys were baffled by the gun." Phoenix put a hand to his chin in thought, "What do you mean by they were baffled." Versteckt reached into his left pocket and took out a plastic bad. The inside covered in some white substance. "This gun..." Versteckt reached into the bag, revealing a mini pistol. "Was designed for 'powder blanks'. They fire like a real gun, it's the reload really." He flicked the gun downwards, making the barrel split in half. "This allows people to be able to reload the correct blanks faster then a normal gun. There's only one problem..." Versteckt pocketed the gun into a plastic bag before tossing it to Phoenix. "It's design never allows it to fire bullets." Phoenix almost dropped it, but caught the mini pistol in his left hand.
(Alright, so it can't fire bullets, but it's still was used to kill Kev?)
*Mini Pistol added to the court record*
Trucy turned towards her father. "Daddy, I'm gonna head home, alright?" Without waiting for an answer, she jogged towards the door and back into the hallway. Versteckt watched as she left before turning to Phoenix, who was still looking towards the paper in his hand. Versteckt put his right fist up to his mouth and coughed slightly. "Please Mr. Wright, just keep the paper." Phoenix looked towards Versteckt and the paper.
(He probably has a copy if he's saying that...)
Instead of tossing the mini pistol, Phoenix walked over to Versteckt to hand it to him. "Thanks Prosecutor Versteckt. I'll see you tomorrow in court." He then turned, walking towards the doorway to leave. "Oh, and Mr. Wright?" Phoenix stopped moving, but didn't turn around to see Versteckt walking to the other side of his desk. "You better be watchful over your friends. We wouldn't want something bad to happen to them, would we?" Phoenix looked over his shoulder slightly, only nodding slightly before walking out the door. He couldn't, though, be able to block out the sounds laughter filling Versteckt's office.
(A:N: SO SORRY! I had to do a lot over the week, and I'll have to edit this tomorrow, but at least it's here! So, R&R, and remember, your flames warm my family!)