The Turnabout Voicetest

[bewrightback]

This is a voice test for Phoenix Wright of Ace Attorney fame! Feel free to throw people here.

Some general guidelines:

-I'm primarily testing him with a Dual Destinies canon point. I still am welcoming of a few prompts for earlier time periods and possibly AUs, though, as long as they don't dominate. (Except that I don't think I can brain Hobo!Phoenix at this time)
-Nothing really explicitly shippy; I don't think I even have any shipping preferences with him just yet. But general fluff is fine.
-I'm not exactly sure about specific kinds of scenarios I'd like to play beyond one: working to unlock someone's Psych-Locks? And maybe emotional canon talks.
-Feel free to plunder the Random Scenario Meme for ideas (Leaving out sex of course)? I also welcome generic jamjar scenarios and text message threads.

Court is now in session!

Comments

[bewrightback]

[He counts along and then shoves his own finger in.]

Take that! [He can't help but say it, and then he moves to pull it out. Is it successful?]

[prosecutory]

[Edgeworth feels the woven material loosen around his finger. This time, he manages to pull his finger away without dragging Phoenix along with it. With that, he slips the trap off his finger and lets it fall onto his desk.

He sighs, rubbing his freed finger. Now he can point normally again! Then he picks up the item to examine the evidence tag attached to it.]

Unfortunately, this doesn't solve the mystery of how the Chinese finger trap found its way into my files when it should be filed with those related to the FT-2 Incident...a case I didn't even handle.

[bewrightback]

[And now Phoenix's finger is liberated! He looks it over with a relieved smile. Yes! My objecting finger!]

Who did handle it? Maybe there's a clue there. Or, maybe it really was a prank after all. [They both have mischievous sidekicks, after all.]

[prosecutory]

I don't know; I just know that if I had a case involving an item like this, I would have remembered it. [And remembered the proper term for it.]

[He squints at the evidence tag.]

The tag looks rather...new. [Then he offers it to Phoenix so he can take a gander at it.]

[bewrightback]

A new tag? So it's some case you're unaware of. [He holds it in his hand and looks it over, then he goes on flatly as he ponders a possibility.]

Don't tell me there's been another colorful new addition to the prosecutor's office... [I was looking forward to spending the next few months not being eccentrically harassed in court.]

[prosecutory]

Yes, I am unaware of this case. Neither am I aware of any new prosecutors as of late. [Or someone just hasn't given him the memo if there HAS been a new prosecutor around ready to torture Phoenix.

However, a very, very, VERY close look at the tag will reveal a tiny dab of chocolate icing, and a sniff will yield the smell of Swiss rolls...]

[bewrightback]

That's odd. [Then again, they do have a habit of popping up from nowhere.

Still, something about that tag bothers him and he examines it more closely. Could it be... the smell of Swiss rolls?! This... this...!

...This means absolutely nothing to him.]

It looks like our culprit has a sweet tooth...

[prosecutory]

A sweet tooth? [He snatches the Chinese finger trap from Phoenix abruptly. Edgeworth squints at the tag, and catches...yes, that unmistakable smell of...

Aha!]

Eureka!

[Hope you weren't startled by Edgeworth yelling, Phoenix. Because he already has a suspect in mind.]

[bewrightback]

[Only a little startled. Only a little.

When did Edgeworth start making his own catchphrases?]

Are you planning to share with the class, or...?

[prosecutory]

[Since he achieved protag status just like you, Phoenix. Try to keep up.

Anyway, he taps his finger against his temple in true my-brain-is-awesome fashion, grinning.]

I know who our culprit is. Her name is Kay Faraday, and she has always enjoyed the courthouse's Swiss rolls since she was a child.

[Teenage assistants, they come with protag status. Really, Phoenix. update yourself.]

[bewrightback]

[And Phoenix gapes in classic 'what is your brain even' fashion.]

Kay Faraday...? [Faraday. I know I've read the name somewhere before...] Does this girl have something against you?

[Sorry Miles, he's too busy to keep up with your adventures over in Cameo Land, where he enjoys his precious last months of pre-disbarment life.]

[prosecutory]

Hmph, nothing of the sort. [A shake of the head, a smirk, and a sound rather like a short chuckle. Tsk tsk, you must get out more often, Phoenix.] Her intentions, whatever they may be, are most likely mischievous but harmless.

[bewrightback]

I can understand that. [Note to self: never introduce this girl to Maya.]

So what are you going to do now? Don't tell me you're going to throw the book at her. [He does sound more fond of her than he does of most humanity, but that's not saying much.]

[prosecutory]

No.

[A pause. Also, the thing with teenage assistants is that they grow on you. Slowly. Eventually. After barging into your life and shaking it up and ducklinging you everywhere.]

But she will receive a brief lecture about planting "false" evidence. [Is she trying to steal valuable time I could be using to peruse the rest of my case files?]

[bewrightback]

[And Edgeworth's heart grew about 1.5 sizes on that day...]

I actually think that's a good idea. Innocent pranks are one thing, but false evidence is serious business. [IF ONLY YOU KNEW] Even she has to learn that.

[prosecutory]

Indeed. One would think that as the daughter of a prosecutor, she would know this very well, but another reminder can't hurt.

[Especially when such childish whims override that knowledge.]

[bewrightback]

You know kids these days. Sometimes it takes a few goes for a lesson to sink in...

[Like Larry, the most difficult child of all to deal with...]

So her father was a prosecutor? I'm sure I read about a prosecutor named Faraday somewhere...

[prosecutory]

Correct. His name was Byrne Faraday.

[His expression becomes somber as he recalls the details of that case...most prominently the part where Kay lost her father.]

I was supposed to take over a trial he was handling...but he and the defendant were found murdered in a defendant lobby.

[bewrightback]

[Murdered? Just like Edgeworth's... Phoenix now looks a lot more visibly sad.]

That must have been what I read about. Poor Kay... She must have been so young when it happened. [Considering how young she seems to be at the present based on Edgeworth's description.]

[prosecutory]

She was ten years old.

[It was one thing they held in common - losing their fathers at a young age. Their fathers had been lawyers, too...working for the truth.]

Franziska and I investigated the murders, but the killer managed to flee and evade arrest for seven years.

[bewrightback]

[A crime going unsolved for seven years? Who could imagine that.]

I'm sure that you two did everything you could. [They might not be the most pleasant people, especially that long ago, but they've always been able to do their jobs well.] Does that mean they're still evading arrest or that they finally... stopped... evading?

[prosecutory]

[WHO, INDEED.]

She has been caught recently, at last. [His posture visibly relaxes, and even his expression now looks more relieved than serious.]

[Unfortunately, that case isn't as straightforward as I seem to make it out to be.]

[bewrightback]

[A soft nod.]

I'm relieved to hear that. [It can't have been anything like an easy fix. But I hope that Kay was able to find some sort of closure, like Edgeworth did regarding his own father.]

She must have ran just a little slower than the truth, I take it.

[prosecutory]

She can run, but she cannot hide forever. [He spreads out his arms and shrugs, looking as if he totally expected this outcome in the end.]

[bewrightback]

[Weren't we going for a less ominous approach...]

I'm getting that this manhunt is something the prosecution can handle on its own...?