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[One would think that quests were easier if you were an adult, more experienced in the ways of the world. Unfortunately not - adult demigods, who were equivalent to a tantalizing aroma of barbecue being grilled just next door, may as well have been waving a banner reading, "FREE FRESH HALF-BLOOD MEAT" wherever they went.

That had been proven several times over on this particular quest; Edgeworth was out of breath and gripping his sword arm when they stopped not far from the Lotus Hotel and Casino. He was sweaty, a bit scratched up from trying to fend off a few hellhounds, and desperate for a break, just the briefest respite from the hard double life of a demigod. The prosecutor pulled out a square of ambrosia from his pocket - he always carried at least one on his personage - before stuffing it back inside. His exhaustion and very minor injuries did not warrant a serving of ambrosia; it had to be conserved.

Edgeworth turned to look at Larry, his only companion on this quest, to see how the son of Hermes fared.] 
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Who: Miles Edgeworth ([personal profile] prosecutory) and Kay Faraday ([personal profile] farakay)
Where: High Prosecutor's Office, Room 1202
When: Some time after Ace Attorney Investigations
Style: Starting with prose but Kia gets to choose and besides, this entire block of text could be converted into a giant actionspam bracket tag.
Summary: Promises. Rated G for good gracious all these cavities.

I want to feel my feet on the ground. )
prosecutory: (♖ you shoot me down; but I won't fall)
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[Miles Edgeworth didn't particularly enjoy interrogating the accused, especially not in this gloomy room in the detention center. But just because he didn't enjoy it didn't mean he wouldn't do it. It was one of the ways he could build his case and send yet another criminal to the place where they rightfully belonged. Still, sometimes it disgusted him to hear the lies and stories the accused would weave in the hopes of regaining freedom. Why should he, when the evidence already spoke for itself and showed the truth - the truth that no one could truly be innocent?

Today, he was to interrogate Maya Fey, the prime suspect in the murder of Mia Fey, a defense attorney Edgeworth knew all too well for her way with cowardly picking apart testimony and grasping at straws. But Mia's tactics were not the topic of conversation, obviously.

He pursed his lips in deep thought as he entered the detention center, nodding to the guards who kept watch. Why would Maya murder her sister, though? That question crossed his mind, before he remembered all the evidence pointing to her. Motive no longer mattered when it was all too clear.

Edgeworth primly takes his seat before the accused in the questioning room, hands folded on the surface of the table.]


Miss Maya Fey, I presume?

[OOC: Auste makes up things about how questioning works in AA because it's fake law anyway whatevs.]
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