Whoo!
I may warn you guys... I'm not very good at describing court sessions. xD
Ah well, Fantasy Name Generator should help me with all of the law descriptions.
Found one. Bingo.
Enjoy.
Robin watched carefully through the bars of the police station, feet belonging to the first guard walking back and forth, staring at him as if supervising a small 5 year old child who just broke the family rules.
Giving out an exhale through his nose, Oliver Ryffel halted in the middle of his impatient pacing, blinking in silence, urging his prey to speak out.
But the tactician refused to respond as his almond brown eyes scanned his surroundings.
The second guard, Leo Hollenweger, was busy recording the information on screen while taking small bites out of his sandwich.
The sound of a pen clicking back and forth eventually dropped on the desk as a young blonde woman sat at the reception, her tongue taking enormous amount of gloss off her lips as she twirled with her ponytail while continuing to chew peppermint gum.
ELENA WOLFLI read the name tag on her desk as she looked up, giving out a persisting smile of sympathy before returning to face the screen.
Robin smiled back, a pang of guilt stabbed in his heart.
He already had Cia as his wife but Elena seemed a bit attractive and relatively amazing. He wondered how she even got into the criminal justice trade by working as a front desk receptionist of the Kantonspolizei building of Bern.
With his wrist injury treated from the first pair of handcuffs slicing through, the second pair felt loose but kept slipping over his bandaged wrists, the odd feeling of being stuck in this pose for an eternity brought our tactician to huff softly, easily catching Oliver's attention.
Just to prove it, his stomach growled for Leo's sandwich, the guard ignored the tactician's silent pleads for food and continued to stare at Mr. Ryffel, who understood his silence.
"Oh? Hungry my friend?" Oliver asked in a serious tone before walking over to Leo's desk, ripping a tiny piece off the corner of his buddy's sandwich and lobbed it softly between the bars. "That should make you happy before we head over to the Black Bearz house for some a little tea time."
Robin blinked in skepticism, sighing quietly while leaning down to crane his neck towards the floor in silent pain, his teeth gripping the bread before his tongue swiped it in, chewing slowly while accepting Mr. Ryffel's plan.
"Elena?" Leo called across the work office, finishing off his sandwich in disappointment before Ms. Wolfli approached him with an attentive smile, "Yes?"
"Keep an eye on Mr. Oldie here while we create copies of the info we collected at Spiez." Leo reasoned while he shuffled the papers and stuck them to a clipboard accidently stained with coffee the past two days, "Oh and I don't want you two to become lovebirds in a flash!"
"Okay." Elena responded with a smile and carefully approached the tiny cell, the tactician sitting down, cuffed hands and back resting against the white painted wall while his knees stood tall infront of his body like towering stems of a plant.
"Hoi." she said softly in greeting, placing her hands wrapped around the slightly rusted bars while flashing out the white smile framed with a natural red shade.
The innocent look of almond brown eyes made Elena frown with sympathy and tried a different way to cheer him up.
"I'm sorry, but this must be your first time here, right?" Elena kindly asked, eager to receive a silent reply.
But Robin entirely felt comfortable with Elena around more than the two monkeys that supervised him 24/7.
"Yes." the fake smile brought Elena to cross her leg while leaning on a side, using the bars to help her balance. "At Bern, we almost never trust a criminal's act of innocence. Whether it's the first time or the tenth time, it's our policy to treat our inmates like this until the Black Bearz decide what to do with you."
With the back of his head bumping against the wall with a disheveled sigh, Robin easily got tired of sitting and stood up, stretching his legs and arms from his lethargy state under the monkey's supervision.
"Tired?" Elena asked as she brought out a bottle of water, "Here, this should make you better."
Unscrewing the cap, she wedged the tip of the bottle between the bars so that he could easily gulp all of the liquid before leaving Elena to frown with an empty bottle.
"Feeling better?" she asked in concern while her mind told her not to treat this guy like a dog.
Nodding in glee, Robin walked around the tiny cell, thinking of whether he should be talking to the receptionist or not.
"Tell me something." Elena quickly glanced at the red duffel bag, the zipper opened by Leo so that he could count and record the exact amount looted from Migros that silent night. "Why exactly did you steal currency from a grocery store?"
With his lip quivering to a nervous exhale, he paused his pacing and faced her directly with an honest response, "It. It. It was for my dead Prius."
Elena's eyes widened in awe as her smile twisted in laughter of whisper, "Wait! The whole reason you stole this from Migros was just for your dead Toyota Prius!?"
The expression of amazement didn't seem to lighten up Robin's day as he found the monkeys rushing back into the office, Leo barking a soft order, "Elena! I thought I told you two not to become lovebirds!"
She stood up against her workmates, "Did you see me engaged with a criminal? No! Otherwise he would had his name changed to Robin Wölfli, for Naga's sake!"
"But you very well know that falling in love with the criminal-"
"I know. I know. Against the rules that is." Elena huffed while she sat back at the front desk, toying with the desk fan currently throwing off sticky notes with hand-written personal appointments in red.
"I expect it." Leo finished off with a calm tone as he called in Oliver for their departure to the Black Bearz house, Ms. Wolfli flicking off a sticky-note off her shoulder in disappointment.
"You called me?" Oliver came in and found the front door entrance swung open, a white VW Touran police car parked out into the front, doors opened.
"We're late, remember?" Leo replied while pocketing another sandwich before grabbing the keys to Robbie's Touran with a whistle.
Oliver approached Robin's cell, unlocking the creaking door with a single rusted key, "Excited for tea time, Mr. Oldie?"
He almost wanted to Thoron every citizen in AJRA who called him silly nicknames like this.
At least the AweSomE cast and the shepherds were more tolerable around him with nicknames such as Bubbles, a nickname given by his long time friend and college roommate, Gaius.
Judging by his snow-white hair, not all people with white hair were considered old!
Can't these people act more sensible!?
Sighing inwardly, Robin climbed into the police car (a 2012 VW Touran TSI), feeling completely weird as a rock because this was the exact car that his female counterpart, Reflet owned except it was colored black.
"The rulers here are all nice. Don't look up into their hardship of discipline and unrighteous acts of judgment. The vanity judge is going to decide what to do with you." Oliver re-assured as he turned right into Bundes-strasse, the dome of the building similar to the Millennium Palace in Akenia in the Old Generation brought Robin's heart to flip over in fear.
With the camera view on a still plated flag of the Bern bear walking on the stripes of red and yellow while the ends of the flag ripped into a flaming shape, it captured the whole city by side view, panning all the way down to the entrance of the Federal Palace of AJRA, the greek Partheneon entrance greeting him with the words of "CURIA CONFOEDERATIONIS HELVETCAE" with endless statues of angels, and other important people to gather around the building and guard still-like from tourists glancing up at them.
"We're here." Oliver chuckled as he brought the police Touran to a halt while Leo carelessly was about to bump the rear with the tactician's stolen Touran.
Swallowing lightly in fear, Robin tried to remain calm and wait for the monkeys to get out, prepared with their speeches and papers.
"Oi, Oliver! Besides the duffel bag, I found a whole load of other stuff!" Leo exclaimed in excitement, making Robin to roll his eyes in annoyance.
"Forget about it now. We can discuss about that during tea time. C'mon. Let's go inside." Oliver led the way, his voice almost echoing around the whole interior.
For a criminal, it seemed like the most amazing thing to ever discover a huge grand court such as this.
Two tiny flights of stairs led them to a split, the left and right stairs carpeted in red almost wide enough for 5 elephants to climb through.
"This way." Oliver continued, making Robin squint in confusion at the three statues of AJRA's founding fathers staring back at him with a smile that read Don't worry honey! Everything will be alright! Just look upon whoever you belive in and everything's perfect!
Robin gulped in nervousness as he faced the final door that must have led to an enormous dining hall to his best guess.
Pretty much seeing that these two monkeys were promising him to have tea time with the Black Bearz.
"You ready Mr. Oldie?" Leo grinned in glee as he placed his hand on the metal door in happiness.
Robin nodded vigorously to show his stable mood and exhaled to face whatever punishment he was going to receive.
"Prepare the tea boys!" Oliver snickered as they both pushed thier prey into the open, gasping upon his surroundings.
It was an enormous room in oak wood brown, well waxed and furnished to make it appear like a legal court room, the front wall splashed with a painting of the Alps and the lush rivers streaming across the greenery.
Two AJRAnian flags on supporting poles took to the left corner and right corner of the room while rows of seating took the middle, split into 4 major groups.
Taking a seat in the front while his police mates took the end of the first row, Robin nervously sighed again as he patiently waited for what was going to happen next.
With his almond brown eyes battering at the painting in boredom, the door opened and his heart melted with anger immediately.
The guy he would defiantly Bolganone him down to hell if possible.
The guy who assaulted him with more work hours and less paychecks.
The guy whom he took revenge on by stashing the money looted from Migros.
His grocery manager.
Harri Wunderli.
(A/N: Lol! *Snicker* I wanna laugh at that name so hard!)
Staying furious in his seat, Robin kept an evil eye set on his manager as Harri calmly took his seat in the right corner of the room, killing out the wicked smile at him.
A second later, the Black Bearz arrived from their shopping session at Jack and Jones, Zephiel bragging Desmond to buy the last minute ski shoes for half off sale.
"Winter hasn't even arrived yet and you wanna go skiing already?" Desmond clearly shut Zephiel's mouth as they both took a seat in the front of the court room, clearing his throat as their supporters did the same, just a row below them.
After a second of looking around, Desmond started the introduction by reading off the Preamble of the official AJRAnian Federal Constitiution,
"In the name of Almighty Gods!
The AJRAnian People and the Kantons, mindful of their responsibility towards creation, resolved to renew their alliance so as to strengthen liberty, democracy, independence and peace in a spirit of solidarity and openness towards the world, determined to live together with mutual consideration and respect for their diversity, conscious of their common achievements and their responsibility towards future generations, and in the knowledge that only those who use their freedom remain free, and that the strength of a people is measured by the well-being of its weakest members, adopt the following Constitution."
Zephiel took over. "A week ago, on April 23rd, 2016 at presicley 1:30 pm, there was a reported theft of money stolen from all cash registers at the grocery store of Migros on Allschwillerstrasse, Ylisse-stadt, AJRA. Our witness-" Gladly turning towards him, he smiled "Manager Harri Wunderli here told us that the thief in the surveillance camera mostly resembled Robin Delahaye, a married Ylissean with two low waged jobs. Do you have any agreement to my statement, Mr. Wunderli?"
"Your honor, it would be grateful for me to proudly declare my victory in this case and prove it to you that it was Robin all along who stole the currency."
"Statement accepted. Oliver and Leo. Do you have anything to say for your capture with Mr. Delahaye?"
Oliver stood up, collecting all of the info they recorded at Spiez, "To the honor of the Black Bearz, I, Oliver Ryffel and my partner on patrol, Leo Hollenweger along with a third officer spotted the stolen Touran from Bionis in Spiez, the minivan still holding the plates of Lö 1775 AG (DE), nobody present inside the vehicle. All we found in there were a load of items including the red duffel bag that held all of the looted cash from Migros. Leo?"
Desmond watched Leo carefully with concern as he peacefully brought the duffel bag on the white folding table of Proof, the zipper opened wide to present the Black Bearz to nod in agreement towards the glistening currency sticking out in view.
Harri bit his tounge with his teeth while his smile widened in silent joy to see one of his grocery workers to be facing criminal prosecution and huge amount of fines to the tactician's silent frustration.
"Your honor, perhaps we should ask our captured tiger if he remembers anything about his amazing work that awakened AJRA's attention." Harri calmly addressed one of his employees to bring in a flat-screen tv supported on a cart, wheeling it around for the leaders to watch with curiosity. "One of our cameras at the store should wrap up our fine decision with the white haired mutt."
Robin growled in silence at the second mention of the name mutt.
Zephiel looked at Desmond, the older man nodding in interest towards the screen now showing the footage in color, an unknown young figure dressed in black, face covered with a mask styled similar to Lucina's when she played as Masked Marth in the Old Generation Ylisse.
Desmond's eyebrow raised in authority as he watched the figure slowly point a lightning shaped blade towards the face of the lens, melting the recording feed into a static interruption.
Harri silently snickered at the thought of the first two cameras melted into a oozing disaster from the ceiling to the floor as the third hidden camera from the left corner captured all the speedy movement of the figure rapidly opening registers in each checkout lane (total of 5) and hurriedly lobbed the cash into the red duffel bag.
As if startled by an aggressive snake slithering on the grocery grounds, the figure glanced at around in hesitation before dashing off towards the exit and re-entered the white Touran as the minivan took off in a flash, the VW Jetta's lights flashing erratically as it chased the Touran, leaving Allschwillerstrasse to be an empty gray street in the silent wind.
Harri immediately mocked in laughter at his prey, "Do you honestly remember anything of this, Delahaye?"
The way his devil manager ended his mocking line with a sneer caused Robin to highly blame his amnesia.
Just to whip out the ultimate truth, the tactician purposely lied to make the whole court room gasp in shocking disbelief.
"No." Robin aggressively spat, brown eyes almost on the verge of turning DDS now.
Stay calm. Just face whatever is gonna come in my way.
"No!? Your Honor! This rat here is strongly showing out his perfect art of habitual lying!" Harri countered back in bitter distaste when Desmond raised his hand in signal to break the upcoming argument between criminal and witness.
"According to the AJRAnian Federal Constitution. Art. 32 Criminal proceedings
1 Every person is presumed innocent until they have been found guilty by a legally enforceable judgment.
2 Every accused person has the right to be notified as quickly and comprehensively as possible of the charge brought against them. They must be given the opportunity to assert their rights to a proper defense.
3 Every convicted person has the right to have their conviction reviewed by a higher court, with the exception of cases in which the Federal Supreme Court sits at first instance."
"But Desmond, that dosen't have to do anything with the topic at all!" Zephiel argued.
"Shut up or you'll never get those ski boots from Jack and Jones!" Desmond hissed back in warning as he continued, giving Harri a supportive smile. "Well, our decision has finally came to an turning point."
Robin's heart beat in a flooding panic as he braced himself for his ultimate punishment.
With Leo taking out his pocketed sandwich, he bit back a complain when it got taken from Oliver who simply gave out a glare.
Harri silently squealed to himself as his mind thought of winning back the 20,000 from the duffel bag.
From the back corner of the court room, Elena inhaled and exhaled in nervousness, her eyes clouding with hope and concern, wishing that they dismissed the case with the tactician spending at the police station for a week before he was fully released.
Desmond glanced at everyone in the room then began his final conclusion, "According to the federal law of Art 32 under the constitution dictates all those found guilty of attempting to or succeeding in bribing cash from a government run business (stores of any kind), you, Robin Delahaye, will face the punishment of a brief prison sentence up to 3 years."
With the court mallet swung down to strike the podium, the tactician's journey truly came to a final point of vanished hope of escaping AJRA and into freedom.
With tears slowly running down his cheeks, Robin couldn't believe this was happening to him.
Leo gave out a look of sympathy as Oliver ribbed him in the sides for him to act more mature.
Elena immediately disappeared from the back corner of the court room while in the front corner, Harri jumped with joy.
Zephiel huffed in boredom as Desmond, being a rightful judge and leader of Bern, added, "This case has been officially dismissed. The criminal is to be deported to the Strafanstalt (prison) in Wiltzwil, Bern. Thanks to all who have come today and may Athos bless you all."
With Leo and Oliver escorting a sobbing Robin out of the court room, Elena gasped and stood still, rushing over to comfort the tactician, "Rob, I'm so sorry to hear this."
Oliver softly pushed her away before they both could become broken lovebirds tonight, "Why do you have sympathy for a criminal, Elena? According to your interest that you took and studied at Universitat Bern- what was it called again? Criminal justice and law, you're supposed to act more like us. Be a little harsher with our inmates like scared dogs, not gentle like a damn dove."
Elena hmphedbefore she followed them out of the parliament, where a black VW Multivan stood outside, the back doors opened to load the prisoner in.
Before two guards in SWAT uniforms gripped Robin's shoulder and swung him around like a rag doll until he faced the rear of the van. "Komm nun rein! (Get in, now!)"
With the doors closed, the SWAT guards tipped their hats towards Oliver and Leo, who simply smirked like the AJRAnian asshole police they are, Elena screamed out the tactician's name but only saw his face peeking out of the window, doing the same as her.
Only a feather was left behind in her view.
A broken feather...
The AweSomE cast mansion, Virginia Beach, Aquila
"Who's ready for Interlaken!? Cuz I'm really raving it!" Shulk hollered out in joy as he sat on the couch of the main living room of the mansion, glad to see his stuff packed.
Pulling out his Galaxy Alpha, he worked very hard to find an EDM contractor company to set up the equipment along with the stage base, lights, smoke flarers, and sky lights.
He also made a checklist on the equipment that he had to additionally bring, his Audio-Technica DJ vinyl turntable, Samsung ATVI notebook 9 plus, and little extra cables just incase Pikachu went on a sparking spree again.
Lucina was the next to arrive in the living room, wheeling her luggage to place it aside Shulk's bags and join by his side, followed by Reflet.
Leaning back in comfort, she stared up at the ceiling, worry coming back to her with a sigh, "I just hope to God that Robin arrives in Interlaken quick. Did you check on Ether again?"
Shulk nodded, "Yeah, last I saw him, he was stuck in Spiez, a city darn close to our target but then something out of the blue happened and I couldn't really re-activate Ether again."
Reflet sighed in sync with Lucina, the girls tapping their foot while silence ensued the mansion.
It was entirely broken when the door to Ike's room crashed open and the only pet chicken Ike was truly fond of began towing the mercenary of Crimea around until the white fluffed bird dropped his owner by their feet, his members bringing up confusion.
"Ragnell was being a dick! He stole my very last piece of KFC and that one was a Bud-light lime flavoured edition!" Ike slammed his fists in anger against the marble tiles, tempted to chase the chicken again.
Ragnell was then scooped by the only prince of Altea as Marth came walking towards his lover, calmly setting bird sitting on his back, "Is it really nessecary for you to think about chickens everyday?"
"Marth, I told this to you once, not saying it again. I love chickens more than Crimea, you know that." Ike stood up and wrapped his arm around Ragnell as if the chicken was a basketball. "Oh and what time is the party? I feel like raining KFC on the crowd."
Shulk shrugged and scrolled down on the screen of his Galaxy Alpha to find the official time of the party.
"It says here that it starts at 9."
"Then why the early departure?" Pit questioned as he towed a disapointed Dark Pit for getting the last Capri-Sun used by the only white angel himself.
The girls shrugged as Shulk was about to answer, only for Douche and Cia to jump in a happy and sad way.
The chubby orange haired adventurer came in tears, holding a picture of the "three little pigs."
"Shulk! I can't afford to keep on crying at this picture! Now only two little pigs are left! The third pig-"
Cia eventually halted him with a huff of annoyance, "Alright, carrot head! You better not be fuckin cryin for my babe. We all are really missin him too."
Douche then kept his mouth shut as Shulk clapped his hands in signal, "So who's ready for Interlaken?"
"WE ARE!" the cast responded, gathering their luggage towards the 100 ft runway across the green.
The cast's cars were lined up in Hydroplane mode, the trunks already filled with their stuff.
"Can't wait!" Marth exclaimed in excitement as his 2007 Seat Altea XL rose into the air after take off, spotting Ike's blue 2007 Acura TSX, the mercenary sucking on a chicken drumstick.
"Rave lights in the sky, what a perfect idea Pittoo!" Pit happily said through the PA com as his white diamond pearl 2012 Honda Pilot took the skies, a black 2012 crystal black pearl Honda Pilot right behind him.
"Hold on Robin! We're coming for you!" Shulk, Lucina, Reflet, Douche and Cia exclaimed as a red 2012 Seat Ibiza, an ice blue 2011 Honda CRV, a 2012 black VW Touran, and finally a forest green 1999 Renault Twingo took the morning skies of Virginia Beach.
Only of they knew his court dilemma as a broken feather in the end.
Finally Finished! xD