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 Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 7:26 pm
The Tigre was waiting for Phoenix Wright to walk outside of the Prosecutor's Building. Some time before Phoenix had found the Keys, Furio had been following him, like a tiger who was chasing after his prey, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. The second Wright made his way outside, the Tigre smirked and walked over to him. Once he was at hands reach, he placed his hand firmly on his shoulder and said:  "Where'd youse dink youse going in such'a hurry, blue-suits?" He said in a cocky manner, as if he had won a prize for waiting.
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 6:26 am
Phoenix jumped when he felt the hand grip his shoulder. As soon as he heard the owner of the hand that gripped his shoulder speak, he knew who it was. ("Why do I keep running into people who hate me?" Phoenix thought to himself.) Phoenix slowly turned around to face Furio. "Well I was just about to head to my office to see if there were any messages on the phone." Phoenix replied.
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Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2013 5:25 am
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀⇡ɒʞsɪzɴɒɹɟ⇣▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ "W-Well then. Mr. Gant, I have some paperwork to pick up at my house I seem to have forgotten... A good morning to you." Franziska hurried back down the stairs, heading outside the building only to see Phoenix being threatening by a tiger-like man. She would whip both the fools if only she had her whip...! Instead, she approached the two, a stern glare in her expression that tended to strike fear in the hearts of those she directed it at. "Is there a problem here?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 8:54 pm
Furio turned to the woman. In any normal circumstance he would have aggressively tell her to mind her own business and then carried on to take his revenge on Phoenix, for sending him to jail and exposing what he did to the Cadaverinis, but because he was in such a close proximity to prosecutors he decided to take another approach. "No, prob here. Ain't dat right, Wright?" He turned his head to look at Phoenix and griped his shoulder tighter. "Youse see, we're related. I'm his whachacallem... cousin. Don'tcha see da resemblance?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 6:22 pm
Phoenix jumped a little when Tigre gripped his shoulder. "Cousins? I don't know what you are talking about? You tried to impersonate me in court. That is how our hair looks the same." Phoenix replied back. "Besides if we were cousins, where is your proof?" Phoenix asked.
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 8:44 pm
Furio growled in displeasure. Had the spiky haired lawyer forgotten who he was messing with, especially considering he was in claw reach of the man? Tigre had half a mind to remind him not to tread with The Tiger with a quick memory jog. "Ha, I was just messin' around to keep ya on yous toes, suits." He replied with his signature grin. "Course we're not cousins. Now how about I take youse to yous office? Don't wanna miss dose messeges on yous fone, right?" Furio asked, gesturing him to go.
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 9:06 pm
"Actually I forgot that I was suppose to help Ms. von Karma find something. So we will have to split up here." Phoenix said with sweat rolling down his back.
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 8:14 am
"I-Indeed. We simply MUST be going... Right now."
Franziska pulled Phoenix over to the parking garage, which of where she kept
her Mercedes, and practically kicked him into it before driving off just below the
speed limit. "So, Wright, do you have any ideas where we should even
LOOK?" She frowned, trying not to think just who she has with her in her car.
She also hoped to god that Tigre wouldn't follow them. The only defense she
had with her was... Her father's taser. She didn't like to even think about using
it, but prosecutors were common targets of assassinations and such, especially
those of such a prestigious family like hers. Always handy to carry protection.
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 11:42 am
Phoenix had one thought of where they could look, but he was fond of the idea. He took a big gulp and said, "Well the best place to start the search would be the place where you last saw it...Which w-w-would probably be at...your house." Phoenix felt sweat running down the back of his neck. Phoenix thought to himself, ("What did you just get yourself into?")
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 1:40 pm
Fran had similar feelings about going there. She despised
the thought of letting her nemesis, her rival and sworn enemy into her house
while she was practically 'unarmed'. She shuddered at the thought of Wright in
her villa, disgusted. But things had to be done.
"Very well, we will head there first. But you are not to go to my room at any
costs, do you hear me, Phoenix Wright? I will have your head on a spit if you so
much as touch the carpeting of the floor of that room." She drove up into the
driveway of a very posh looking villa. Typical of her. It's out away from other
houses, most likely due to her general dislike of foolish fools. The young
woman got out of the car and unlocked the door to her home, preparing
mentally for what was to come.
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 6:22 pm
Feeling assured that Franziska and Wright had left the premises, Gant crossed his arms behind him and strolled the halls, seemingly aimlessly. As he turned a corner, he spotted a janitor scrubbing diligently on the railings that lined the second floor's catwalk. To his right was his cleaning cart, filled with towels and chemical detergents of all varieties, suited to any need. Attached to the side of his cart was a set of keys, each numbered or lettered to their corresponding doors. He said nothing as the chief passed, but soon jumped when a hand fell upon his shoulder.
"My boy, I believe the first floor bannister has been sorely neglected! ...It would be in your best interests to first clean the areas that visitors would examine the most, wouldn't it?", Gant queried.
"Well...yeah, I guess so, but there's hardly anyone here right now...", the custodian replied.
His answer didn't please the police chief. His eyes narrowed and an uncomfortable silence filled the air. "...You don't like working here, is that it? If that's the case, I can oblige your desire to seek employment elsewhere."
"What? N-no, that's not what I meant! I was just saying--I'm already--I'll get the first floor right now!", the janitor stammered, grabbing a roll of paper towels and dashing toward the stairs.
"There's a good lad!", Gant called to the fleeing man, glancing behind him for a moment before quickly reaching for the set of keys affixed to the cart. "Y, W...ah." Sliding the 'V' key from the ring with his gloved hand, he pocketed it and made his way down the hall once more.
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Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 9:32 am
Franziska reached over to unlock her door only to shudder
violently as she realized where she left her whip- On her chair, in her office!
But going back there emptyhanded with GANT lurking in the building was a
practical death wish. She entered her home and picked up a folder, frowning
at it. The front entrance was practically covered with papers she had
forgotten to organize. After a bit of a read-through of it, she closed it, tucking
it under her arm, sighing. "Phoenix Wright, I am going to ask you this only
once in my life- Could you look through here without me? I will trust you with
the keys to my home for this. I'm aware of your... situation, and seeing I need
to go face the chief, we're both in deep. Please do look around for my whip
while you're here."
Without another word, she sprinted out, shutting and locking the door behind
the attorney, hopping back into her car and heading back to her office in the
prosecutorial building, a deep fear growing deep in the pit of her stomach.
As she entered the building, she noticed the custodian in a visible panic, only
increasing that fear as she headed up and opened the door to her office...
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Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2013 4:05 pm
As Gant re-affixed the key to the custodian's keyring, he couldn't help but feel slightly troubled that he'd had to work so quickly to avoid detection, but didn't believe any significant mistakes were made, the only exception being that he wasn't able to lock the door again before he'd heard someone draw near. Reaching into his pocket, he produced a fine-quality blue ink pen and deposited it into the janitorial cart's trash bag, no longer having any real need of it, nor wanting to be associated with it. Quietly, he made his way down the stairs at the far end of the building, exiting the office building with a confident, knowing smile.
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Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2013 7:18 am
"Huh...? The door's unlocked--"
Nothing could prepare her for what she saw when she opened the door to her
office. There laid the corpse of the man she was supposed to prosecute later in
court that day, with her whip coiled tightly around his neck.
She stood in the doorway with a look of utter horror, a small shriek escaping her
lips before she blacked out then and there.
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Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2013 4:51 pm
Before Phoenix could ask why, he sees Franziska leave quickly. Phoenix lets out a heavy sigh and begins to look around. "I guess this could be worse. Now I won't have to hear her yell at me what to touch and what not to touch." Phoenix mumbled to himself. Phoenix finished searching Franziska's living when his cell phone rang. Phoenix fumbled for it out of his pocket. "Phoenix Wright here." He answered to his phone. It was Maya on the other line, telling Phoenix there was a murder at the Prosecutor's Office. Phoenix had a feeling that Franziska was involved in this somehow. "Ok I'll come pick you up at the office." Phoenix replied back. He hurried out of Franziska's house so fast he almost forgot to lock her door. Phoenix Wright then arrived at the Prosecutor's Office only to see it filled with police cars.
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