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Love and War; Is all really fair?
Topic Started: Mar 17 2011, 10:39 PM (51,044 Views)
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New York City
A train had just pulled in, inbound from Washington, DC.
So, this is it. New York, New York. …bah, it took me long enough to get used to DC. Hopefully I won’t be stuck here too long…
A young man clad in a suit which appeared to be that of a standard “G-man” of the era stepped out of the station, and made his way over to the sidewalk, looking to hail a cab…
Alright, first to get to the hotel, then to stop off at the theater… he thought.
He reflected. The words of his CO echoed in his head, and he pondered. He was effectively being pitted against romantic affection itself in his task…
He shook his head, and hailed a cab…
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[New York City]

On one of the many bustling and busy streets of the world's busiest city, a man with exceptionally pale skin and extremely dark hair was strolling down the street. He wore an oversized blue trench coat and a black fedora hat over his head; with large black sunglasses completing the look.

He had a grin plastered on his face that seemed eternal. It was nice to be back in the United States after his extended time abroad. Then again, time abroad was nothing new for him.

He coughed once, and then began muttering to himself.

“How did it go again? Ah... wait... yes, now I remember.”

As he spoke, his tone of voice shifted. At first, he had been speaking with a rather pronounced German accent – but that shifted and morphed into a blend of French and American Southern – a accent distinctive to the city of New Orleans.

“Should be fun, this assignment...” Jackson David Rica chuckled to himself.




In another area of the city, a stern young woman was climbing out of a taxi cab. She was young, likely only in her mid or late twenties. She wore a black suit with a emerald tie, and her raven hair was closely trimmed.

The woman had an intimidating presence. She walked with an authoritative stride, and spoke with a powerful voice. She was definitely a person who immediately demanded attention from the entire room as soon as she walked in.

Cheiron Archer was an Ace Attorney, and New York native. She was known to use courthouse lingo even when out in public – but being an attorney was just one half of her story. During the first World War, she had been so much more than that...

“Stop thinking of those things. The past is the past. Half of the countries I worked so closely with practically view America as evil these days...”

Cheiron sighed, but she quickly ignored her memories as she arrived at her destination; the 27th's precinct of New York's Police Department.

[NYPD 27th Precinct]

“Look, I'm sorry kid... I know you've done some good work in the past, but this is a police matter.”

Inside the precinct, a detective in a worn trench coat was speaking to a young man in a sweater vest. The two stood in the middle of the precinct, near the detective's desk. As always seen in cop shows, many business police officers walked by behind them.

“Come on Lenny, when have I ever steered you wrong?” The young man with messy brown hair grinned.

“... All the time.” Lenny sighed.

“Buuuuuut...” The young man was grinning even brighter.

“... But you usually end up right in the end. Alright, alright... I'll let you see the file...”

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Just as Lenny Briscoe, one of the chief detectives for the 27th, was about to hand a manilla folder to the messy-haired boy, Cheiron arrived and glared at the detective.

“Detective Briscoe! You're not about to hand over my client's case to some underdressed rookie, are you?” Ms. Archer demanded, stomping a foot.

Lenny sighed as Cheiron appeared. She was well known at the 27th, as one of the best attorneys around. When she took a case, she usually won – even when the odds seemed impossible.

The young man simply grinned. “You must be the famous Cheiron Archer! A pleasure to meet a living legend!” He offered his hand.

Cheiron did not extend her's. “Look, rookie... I realize this case is a big deal... a homeless man was accused of murdering the wife of one of the Mayor's aides... but I'm not about to let my client be wrongfully imprisoned for sloppy police work!”

Lenny just sighed. “Hey, councilor, there was nothing sloppy about our work...”

The boy grinned. “Miss Archer... if I may PLEASE just take a look at the file... I think you'll find I'm neither a rookie, or someone who you'll disagree with.”

Begrudgingly, Cheiron gave the file to the boy.

He quickly flipped through the file, looking at the pages for several minutes. After seven minutes, the boy sat down at Lenny's desk and began to inspect the files in detail.

Cheiron turned to Briscoe. “... Who is this obnoxious boy, and why shouldn't I be filing a formal complaint?”

“Keep your shirt on, councilor... I realize he's unorthodox... and you haven't even seen how annoying he can be... but he's actually a pretty good detective.”

“... Oh... well this is interesting...”

Both Briscoe and Archer turned back to the desk, and the grinning young man seated there. He put the file down and shook his head.

“... Lenny, I hate to do it to you, but Miss. Archer is correct – her client didn't do it.”

Lenny sighed. “... Kid... he was a homeless man found with the victim's purse... which was covered in her blood. It was proven by the forensics that the purse strap was the murder weapon!”

The young man stood up and nodded. “I realize that... but Lenny... you missed a button.”

“What!?” Lenny looked down at his pants to make sure they were buttoned. After all, there was a lady present – and she was scary.

“... Not your pants, Lenny! I mean you missed a button at the crime scene... or more specifically, a button was missing! Look at the photo of the purse. There's a small bit of string hanging from the side... it's black, the purse is purple... that string was holding a button on.”

Lenny blinked. “Well I'll be damned... so when the killer used the purse to strangle her, the button fell off... but I don't see how that proves the homeless guy is innocent...”

The young man shook his head once more. “Oh, Lenny... that's one theory, but I think the killer deliberately ripped the button off and took it with him.”

At this point, Cherion was starting to believe that this boy really did want to help her client be found 'Not Guilty'. She raised an eyebrow. “Why would he take it with him?”

Realizing the tough attorney was coming around, the young detective in the sweater vest grinned. “Elementary, my dear Watson... heheheh, always wanted to say that... what I mean is, he took the button because it could be traced back to him. That purse... it didn't belong to the victim... it belonged to the killer.”

Both Lenny and Cheiron blinked and looked at him as if he was insane.

“The killer was another woman?” Lenny asked.

“Nope! But... the killer liked to pretend to be.”

“Oh no...” Lenny rubbed his aching head.

“Yup! Our killer is a man who frequently dresses like a woman. I'd guess he took his wife's clothing, and her purse...”

Cheiron raised an eyebrow once more. “... Explain. Now.”

“... Okay. That purse... I've seen it before, on the arm of the Mayor's wife... now she was out of town on the day of the murder, but the Mayor on the other hand...”

Lenny turned as pale as a ghost; and Cheiron's eyes became the size of balloons.

“Sama.... you're not...” Lenny started.
“... Accusing the mayor of having an affair with his aide's wife, and of killing her and framing a homeless man?” Cheiron finished.

“I am. Also I'm accusing him of being a crossdresser. Don't forget that part... aw, even if you do, I'm sure the media won't!” Sama chuckled.
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New York, Harlem district

Harlem was a tight-knit community, and a far cry from the military offices of Washington DC that Didymus was so used to. But he had a mission here.
Eventually, he found what he was looking for-the Archer Law Firm.

He stepped in and knocked, but realized she was apparently out.

He went out, bought a newspaper, and reentered the building, sitting down in a small waiting room and burying his nose in the thing. Stocks were struggling, as usual. There was something about Japan and the USSR disputing territories in northeast Asia...

Ah. The League of Nations has politely asked Germany to stop arming and Japan to stop bulling China. Again.

He chuckled.

Well, why am I even here? It sounds like the problem's already been solved. he thought, chuckling to himself again.
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New York City- Upper Manhattan

Two children rushed down the street, their hands clasped together tightly as they ran across a busy street in the rush of mid-day. The elder child-a girl with long black hair down her and dark eyes was walking home from school with her brother- a much shorter boy with alarming red hair and bright blue eyes.

The girl was very careful to keep her brother close, but at the same time it seemed as if she was slightly distracted by something she was writing in a small ratty notebook.

"Come on Blake, be careful don't trip over the pothole" she said without even looking. "If you're good we'll stop by the bakery and get something to bring home."

NYPD 27th Precinct

Meanwhile as all the commotion went on in the back a young woman sat near the front, typing on a large typewriter and looking particularly happy.

She was one of the Precint's secretaries, a woman in her early twenties by the name of Crystal...
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[NYPD 27th Precinct]

Lenny Briscoe shook his head and headed off to tell his boss that it looked like the city's Mayor was a crossdressing murderer who cheated on his wife. The police captain was going to have a stroke when he heard, but at least the case would be closed.

Cherion, meanwhile, crossed her arms. She picked up her briefcase and turned to leave, but then paused, looking back to Sama.

“... Thank you. I would have fought hard for my client, but without better evidence, I don't know that I could have won.”

Sama shrugged. “Hey, no problem. Besides, from your reputation... I'm sure you would have won in court somehow.”

Cherion headed off. She still had some business in the city before she could return to her office, but at least her biggest problem today was taken care of.

Sama was about to sit at Lenny's desk and start looking for donuts, when he noticed a secretary walking by and he gave a grin and jumped up out of the seat.

“Excuse me, miss! I'm sorry to bother you, but I don't suppose you know of any more unsolved cases, do you?”
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-New York City: Upper Manhattan-

Blake's eyes seemed to lit up, as his sister Joyce mentioned stopping at the bakery for a treat.

“...I'll be careful, sister...” Blake said quietly, clutching a blanket tightly with his left hand, his right hand grasping at Joyce's sleeve, wanting to hold her hand for comfort.

“Mom and dad won't be angry if we get a treat, will they...?” Blake wondered.

-Old Man Sensei's School of Butt Whoop-

A young man with tan skin and blue eyes took a deep breath, placing his hands together, staring at his opponent, a much larger man who looked annoyed.

“Come on, is this a joke?” the larger man asked, looking at a wrinkly old Asian man who was sitting at the side, “I have to fight this little guy?”

Aaron Vire was not very tall, considering his parents.

“He is a my best student,” the Old Man said, smiling, “Prove to me you are worthy, and then you may fight me...”

The large man frowned, then suddenly attacked Aaron, swinging his fist downwards.

Aaron held up his hand, calmly catching it.

“I don't want to hurt you. Will you give up please?” Aaron asked, the man shaking, as Aaron stood perfectly still, holding the man's fist back.

The man scowled, then through his other fist forward. It wasn't blocked, but only because Aaron pushed his other arm back, sending the man falling backwards, hitting the mat with a loud thud.

“Will you please stay down? I don't want to hurt you any more...” Aaron pleaded.
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New York City: Upper Manhattan

"Of course not" Joyce said with a little smile, still looking closely into her notebook and not at the side walk in front of her. Luckily it seemed as if the teenage girl knew every turn and every obstacle. "Dad gave me a bit of pocket money for chores, we'll by some doughnuts with it."

The two headed into a small bakery, full of people trying to get last minute foodstuffs for their dinners. Joyce slinked past them all (Blake in tow) and made it to the counter, leaning on it and ringing the bell.

A few seconds later a boy about Joyce's age appeared, grinning at the teenage girl. He then offered her some doughnuts on the house. Joyce handed one to Blake.

Joyce had a bad habit of doing this, coming in and getting free baked goods. Her mom sometimes said she was leading the poor bakery boy on...But Joyce REALLY liked the doughnuts here.

"Got any new stories Joyce?" The boy said, doing some work as he talked to the girl.

"Got a good one today, about rationing!"

"What rationing? Everyone has plenty of food!"

"For now! But you do know what happens when we go into war right?!"

The boy rolled his eyes and gave a small laugh.

NYPD 27th Precinct

Crystal raised a brow at the messy haired boy, shifting some files in her hands. " And who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?"

She had never met the boy before.
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[NYPD 27th Precinct]

Sama looked a bit surprised that she had no idea who he was. He thought that everyone in the 2-7 had heard of him – and he also thought most of them aside from Lenny hated him.

“Oh! My apologies... I'm that famous detective I'm sure everyone is always talking about.”

They probably were -- but cops who got shown up by a kid in his early twenties without a badge probably weren't saying nice things.

The boy grinned, and handed Crystal one of his card's.

“The name's Sama, private eye. I usually take independent cases, but every now and then I stop by to solve the tough ones for ol' Lenny.”

He paused, and then shot a grin to her. “Now you know who I am... so may I ask your name?”
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“Oh! My apologies... I'm that famous detective I'm sure everyone is always talking about.”

Crystal couldn't help but to smirk, placing a hand on her hip and eying the boy with an amused expression. She had just started a few days ago, and while she had heard rumors of a scruffy haired boy who solved crimes for the precinct she didn't think he would actually come around.

"I'm sure Mr. Briscoe adores you" she said with a bit of a giggle, setting down her files on a nearby desk before extending her hand. "My name is Miss. Rose, it's very nice to meet the infamous dectective." she said formally "Though I must admit you look younger than I imagined"
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[NYPD 27th Precinct]

Sama beamed a little grin and shook her hand. He could tell that he was amusing this girl; which was nothing uncommon. While the boy might have been a brilliant detective, he was equally famous for being either quite amusing or extremely annoying, depending on who you ask.

He had a way of taking nothing seriously; and yet somehow maintaining some level of professionalism.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss. Rose.” Sama grinned, giving a little bow to her.

"Though I must admit you look younger than I imagined"

“Heh... yeah, I get that a lot. Most people take one look at me and assume I'm just some dumb kid who has no idea how to solve a case... it's actually really handy since it makes the criminals feel confident and then they screw up and I catch them.”

He paused, looking at the files she had sat down.

“... I don't suppose any of those are open cases?”
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NYPD 27th Precinct

Crystal thought for a moment, probably debating whether or not to give the information Sama desired. After a moment the woman grinned and motioned for him to follow.

"This way please, mister detective"

Crystal led Sama into an empty room full of various cabinets full of case paperwork. It was all a mess but somehow Crystal already knew her way around the room, heading for one of the filing cabinets and flipping through it.

"We have approximately 1065 open cases in our precinct. "While most or petty crimes or acts of vandalism, 128 are assaults and 34 are various forms of homicide. We also have a few-well, i'm sure Mr. Briscoe wouldn't want me telling you about those...What would you be interested in?"

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[NYPD 27th Precinct]

Sama gasped and his face broke into a broad grin as suddenly he was inside the filing room. Every one of those filing cabinets were full of cases... and the moment he heard there were over a thousand open cases the boy nearly collapsed.

“Wow! Lenny's been holding out on me...” Sama's definition of 'holding out' apparently extended to a cop not telling a private eye about every crime that happened. (The police don't normally share cases with outside help, but in Sama's brain the world is different.)

“Thirty-four cases of homicide? Wow, sounds like a fun weekend!”

He paused, thinking about how that sounded aloud.

“... Err... I meant for me... obviously not for the dead people... heh...”

The boy shook his head. “I'm interested in anything unusual! I'm not a big fan of the plain old cases... there's a lot of good cops that can solve those. I like the cases that just make no sense...”

He paused once more, looking over to Crystal. “I owe you a big thanks, Miss. Rose. Perhaps I can show my gratitude somehow?”
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-New York City-

Bakery

Blake's eyes lit up as Joyce handed him the donut, quickly biting into it. He had his father's love of sweets.

“Thank you...” Blake mumbled between bites, watching his sister as she talked to the other boy. He didn't know what rationing was, or anything about the war. He figured his parents and big sister would protect him, if needed.

Hawkins House

The house was rather large. Both of Joyce and Blake's parents had money from their own parents. Galv's father had been eerily good at the stock market (and in fact had sold most of the stock nearly ten years ago, leaving the money made from it to Galv), and Melanie's mother got her money from...somewhere.

Though, Galv hadn't seen his father for almost two decades. He received a letter now and then, and Galv had sent some back whenever he could, asking his father to come see his grandchildren, but the reply back was always, “I'm sorry, I can't.”

Currently, Galv was staring at several wires, frowning as he tried moving a few of them. The house, while large, was an older house, and it's wiring was nonexistent in a few places. He was busy attempting to run electricity through the house, for lights and such.

He gripped a few wires, feeling a surge of energy, then let them go. They hadn't become disconnected...good.

“Hmmm...” Galv Hawkins sighed, sitting back now, “Maybe it'd be easier just to buy a new house...”
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[New York Harbor]

A ship was coming into the harbor. It had departed from France a few days ago, but at least two members of the crew had started their journey long before.

It was hard to move through Europe these days. The growing unrest between Germany and its neighbors had everyone on guard. There were rumors that the turmoil from the Great War were rising again, and that it was only a matter of time until the entire world found itself at war once more.

And for someone of such a high profile, it was difficult for Musashi to move around. Yet now, he had finally made it to New York city, as they arrived at the harbor.

“... Highness, I must urge the strictest caution while we are here.”

Beside the boy with spikey hair was a young woman with a dark ponytail. They were both dressed quite casually in clothes they had obtained in France.

“Please, Nanami-san, I've urged you before... do not refer to me as 'Highness'. While we are here, just call me Musashi-kun.” The young man smiled.

“... That is highly inappropriate... your father would be most displeased...” Nanami frowned.

Musashi turned to her and offered a soft smile. “Nanami-san... must I make this an order?”

Nanami nodded. “You must...”

Chuckling, Musashi agreed. “Okay... then as the Emperor's son, I order you to stop treating me like I'm the Emperor's son! We have to be casual, especially here in America...”

[Cherion's Office]

“Excuse me...”

A young man from the Law Office stepped out, having noticed Didymus hanging around. A strange guy in a fancy suit stuck out like a sore thumb, and it was kind of suspicious.

“... You looking for Miss. Archer? She's not here. If it's important, I might know where she's at.”
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New York City: Bakery

After getting a few things from the bakery Joyce ushered her brother back out, leading him down the streets and towards their house.

"Do you think i'm crazy?" the girl asked her little brother

New York City:Hawkins House

"Oh wow, you're actually wiring this old place up?" Melanie asked, walking in with a smile on her face and kissing her husband quickly before looking around. "Maybe we can move if we end up needing more space in the future....But for now I really love this old place"

The Hawkins family had been living in this home since Joyce was a baby....It was an amazing place full of memories...But it was a bit old and starting to fall apart in places...


NYPD 27th Precinct

"You're interested in unusual eh?" Crystal said with a small smile, heading to a whole other cabinet and puling out a file. It wasn't very big but what was inside of it was important.

"We've been getting information from the capital about suspicious behavior abroad. It's not much but we have belief that attacks may be planned for major cities in the United States....Perhaps you would be interested to hear more over lunch, I have the next hour off"
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