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"Gavin, speaking in my official capacity as your employer, there are better things you could be doing right now."
Chief Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth was never one to sell short the capabilities of the prosecutors who worked under him in the Los Angeles Prosecutors' Office. Those he allowed to continue their work under his employ were what he personally considered the best that the city had to offer.
The young prosecutor Klavier Gavin was certainly capable, as he'd proven repeatedly throughout the past several years of his career, though Edgeworth would have preferred a more professional outward personality from his junior.
Currently seated in a small chair in Prosecutor Simon Blackquill's office, alongside of the office's owner and the visiting Prosecutor Gavin, Edgeworth silenced a groan as Klavier simply leaned back against the bookshelf he was positioned before, cracking a familiar smirk.
"You think so? Herr Ruffles, if I were spending my afternoon in my own office, I would be depriving you both of my disarming presence. A stuffy room like this needs a little levity to improve the mood, ja?" Klavier responded to Edgeworth's remark.
A scoff sounded from the opposite side of the room, where Blackquill was sorting through a newly-assembled case file.
"A better word for your presence would be 'distasteful', Gavin-dono." he growled. Blackquill's patience was most certainly not his best-known quality amongst his co-workers.
Edgeworth sighed. He knew the beginnings of an argument when he saw them. Opting to cut the situation off early, he cleared his throat.
"Blackquill, you have the relevant file there?" he inquired.
"Yes." Blackquill replied shortly. He produced a leaflet from the file, turning to approach Edgeworth's seat with it in hand. "Everything ordered and prepared, if a bit crudely, by Detective Skye this morning."
Edgeworth gave a thin smile. It seemed that Detective Skye could turn in a strong performance working with just about any possible prosecutor these days.
The case file that Prosecutor Blackquill was holding documented the recent death of a young man with ties to what was more and more clearly being identified as a cult. A fringe group rumored to have interests in some form of mysticism or another had been brought up in recent police reports a number of times in the past few months,and this case's victim appeared to have been a member of the cult. Despite being reasonably well-respected among his fellow members, he had become the victim of an apparent murder following a dispute between several high-ranking members of the cult.
"The victim was a man named Dock." Blackquill said, flipping ldly through the case's notes.
"Quite unassuming." Klavier remarked. "Someone with interests would have been easier to pick out with a more... flair to his name, ja?"
"End another sentence with that bloody 'ja', and you just may find it to be your last." Blackquill snapped, not in the mood to be interrupted.
Klavier just chuckled, returning to his earlier silence against the bookshelf.
"According to the earliest statements Detectie Skye received, the three cultists involved with the argument that led to the murder had been planning some sort of ritual involving this, or some such nonsense."
As Blackquill finished his statement, he produced a small object in an evidence bag. The object in question was a jeweled stone of some sort, with various well-polished gemstones held in its structure.
He set the stone down on his desk and laid the files next to it.
"The texts found at the scene of the murder seem to be relevant. To be frank, they're written like the author was drunk out of his mind. Some utter rubbish about 'titans' and a world-ending event of some kind."
"Hardly pleasant fare, then." Edgeworth mused. "Somehow it was decided that these texts were worth killing a man over?"
"It seems that way." Blackquill replied.
Klavier stepped forward, and despite a warning glare from Blackquill, picked up the evidence bag. He turned the stone over in his hand a few times.
"Quite a pricey-looking artifact." he said. Apparently satisfied with his evaluation, he moved to set it back down. "Nnghk-!"
Klavier flinched like he'd just received an electric shock, and the stone fell from his hand. Blackquill made a rapid motion to catch it. The moment it touched his palm, he uttered a startled yelp, and only managed to knock it away. The stone clattered down on his desk, nearly falling to the floor.
"Bloody hell..." he growled, checking his hand over. "Like it's charged with static..."
Wondering what had just happened, Edgeworth stood up and approached.
"I'll thank the two of you not to throw evidence around the place." he said.
"Not my intention." Klavier replied, frowning. "Herr Monochrome, you felt that shock too, ja?"
Blackquill flashed him a glare, but nodded.
"Hmm?"
Edgeworth reached out toward the stone, and the moment that his hand grazed over it, he felt a shock that coursed right through his body.
"What on earth...?"
He blinked in confusion. Something about the office around him looked off all of a sudden. When he turned to look over at Blackquill again, he flinched.
Blackquill was taller than him normally, but not by this much.
"Blackquill...?" he inquired. To his further shock, Klavier appeared noticeably taller as well. In fact, if he wasn't mistaken...
"A-are we all...?"
Growing. They were visibly growing. Like they were watching some strange special effect, the room around them seemed to be getting smaller.
Eyes widening noticeably, Blackquill stepped away from his desk. He stared around the room, even as his height continued to visibly increase.
"The door -- now." he snapped, pointing to the room's exit. "Something's happening -- whatever the hell it is, we need to leave."
Quite in agreement, Edgeworth and Klavier followed him to the office's door. They were all growing, it appeared, and fast. They needed more space before they all hit the ceiling.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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