Day 39: Music Room

[lady-general.livejournal.com]

Lunch had been fruitful. Celes had chosen not to eat, but that was fine enough for her; she’d eaten plenty at breakfast and it was not very good manners to eat while discussing war (for Celes, it’d always given her a bit of a stomachache), or plotting. Especially if one was in mixed company. Her nurse escorted her to the Music room, citing that her ‘sister’ had suggested that musical therapy would be good for her. Celes rolled her eyes. This was no music room, with their ‘electronic’ instruments; where were the violas and the harpsichords and phonographs? She’d been past this room before, but had never been interested enough to go into it.

The general sat down at the keyboard, staring at the odd device before prodding the buttons with a nail. On, off, rumba, tango, Caribbean (what in the world was ‘Caribbean?’), little numbers that changed the tone. It was the first time Celes wished that there was a real instrument before her, instead of this ridiculous thing. Still, it didn’t stop her from curiously stringing notes together with one hand, and the only song she could bring to mind was the Aria di Mezzo Carattere.

How dreadfully delightful.

[for Adel~]

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[rocksthecourt]

Heh, harsh indeed. Apparently, Klavier was not speaking with someone who could cherish the extraordinary power of a melody the way he did. Like the combination of both piano and guitar syncing up harmoniously to create one breath taking phrase. As it was right that moment. ...But that wasn't the focus of this discussion. No, it seemed Godot's 'tastes' lay elsewhere. It wasn't hard to guess that he was talking about coffee, although it was a strange thing to miss of all things. Especially since it was late afternoon already.

Any comments regarding the somewhat lighthearted discussion, however, vanished from his mind when he mentioned his experience last night. Judging from the bulletin comment, Pretty Boy likely referred to Edgeworth. The only other lawyers here 'from home' were Kristoph, Wright... and supposedly von Karma. Ignoring the fact that none of the above could be categorized as lawyers anymore, of course. Herr von Karma held murderous intent toward Edgeworth, and there was obviously friction between himself and his brother. So, it was fairly easy to discern just which two Godot met.

That begged the question of just how he knew them. He wasn't a friend if he considered it a misfortune to run into them. Both informational need and personal curiosity was enough reason to prod a little.

"I awoke last night myself, actually. Sounds like we were both transferred here at the same time... from the same place." His smile turned into a bit of a half smirk, like he found the idea amusing. "Odd there seem to be so many people from LA. Stranger still that everyone originating there seems to somehow personally know both Edgeworth and Wright." He chuckled a little bit. "...Though I'm guessing it didn't do much to ease your experience."

Just a wild guess.

[hotbitterproof.livejournal.com]

Godot would have happily pointed out the complexities that could be found in a single cup of coffee--and the possibility that he would hadn't been completely erased--but like Klavier, he was immediately intrigued by their mutual connection. He recognized the other man's tactics for what they were, and had to admit to himself that the game they were about to play would make a good distraction. Plus anything he could learn about Trite, especially from the future, would be welcome information.

"Those are odd little coincidences, aren't they?" Of course Godot knew it was anything but, and suspected Klavier would as well. "As a prosecutor, I'm cursed to see Trite's dumbfounded face across the courtroom rather frequently. It only holds its satisfaction for the first dozen times or so. Then it's no better than a pot of coffee left on the burner for too long. Last night was much of the same."

"And what about you?" Godot was willing to give some answers, but mostly because he knew that made it more likely to get them in return. Klavier Gavin wasn't a name he could recall hearing before, but that was incidental. Godot himself had been an unheard of newcomer, if only because he'd just started to exist a brief time before his appearance in the court.

[rocksthecourt]

This guy wasn't an idiot. He knew he was being goaded for information and seemed willing to go along if he could prod a little himself. That worked just fine. Besides this little discussion was getting mighty interesting mighty fast.

Transferred in at the same time from the same place and both held the same profession in the same district? Oh, strange little coincidences, indeed. Of course, Klavier knew there was no such man as Godot in the LA Prosecutor's Office. He'd never seen nor heard of him until only moments ago. But what was more off putting was the claim that he consistently confronted Wright in court. And that was simply impossible.

It looked like he was right back to the original inconsistencies that had been bothering him earlier. Klavier hadn't accepted this idea of time paradoxes and whatever else Edgeworth had been driving at. Those were all ideas Forehead would surely eat up in an instant, but not him. Memory alterations made more sense, albeit still out of the norm. That must have been the case here like so many others: he only remembered up to a certain date in the past.

A former prosecutor with... an obviously low opinion of Wright. Enough to earn a nickname like Trite. Even when he was still defending, his reputation was less than stellar, it seemed. Even Klavier didn't hold that bad an opinion of the man. He held no respect for him, but he didn't hate him either.

Still, the explanation earned a laugh. "Me? I've been prosecuting for about seven years and only had the 'pleasure' of facing Wright once. ...But I can't say the defense bench hasn't seen its share of slack-jawed lawyers anyway. So I can certainly sympathize."

He lifted a hand to his hair on one side, like he was suddenly concerned about it being out of place. Actually, his thumb was pressing the ear piece on that side a little closer to his ear drum. The music seemed to be picking up, as was the conversation. That should have been enough to point out the time inconsistency without having to spell it out for the guy. If he wasn't familiar with the rampant time inconsistencies this place was fond of, he'd likely ask about it. Until then, Klavier would work under the assumption he already knew.

[hotbitterproof.livejournal.com]

Prosecuting for seven years? Godot's smirk widened as he quickly realized that this was another of those people apparently drawn from a different point in time, and one much more distant than Trite or even Pretty Boy had come from. That he had faced Trite meant it must have been the future; Godot had all but memorized the defense attorney's history in the brief time since his awakening, and Gavin's name hadn't been listed on the hit parade.

So did the man realize it? The difference in their accounts with Trite should have been enough to spark surprise if he hadn't, provided Blondie had some grounds worth brewing in his skull. Godot was only a little more fond of certain prosecutors than he was of certain attorneys, and he knew such intelligence wasn't necessarily a give. Still, even an idiot should have been able to pick up something like that, and Godot was feeling generous. Enough to give Klavier the benefit of the doubt, for now.

"Only once? That's rather interesting, considering how proud he is of that attorney's badge." Considering that the profession attracted people who would go to their graves straight from the courtroom, the oddity made Godot a bit curious. He also wondered what Klavier might know about State vs. Iris, but he suspected it'd be scant details at best. After all, he hadn't recognized Godot as a prosecutor until after the man had pointed it out. If he knew the history of law in L.A., he likely would have recognized the name. It had been, at the time, a headlining case.

[rocksthecourt]

And therein lay the crux.

"...Funny you should say that." Klavier leaned forward in his seat a little. "Yes, only once. It was my first case as a prosecutor... and his last as an attorney. He was stripped of his badge due to that very pride, ironically." It was said very matter-of-factly; no particular shame or pride in the statement.

"It was quite the scandal, understandably. The newspapers had a field day with it. ...But given the circumstances, I would guess you haven't been made aware of this little detail, ja?" It was more a vague confirmation for something that was mostly common sense than a real question. Likely, he wouldn't have asked if he'd already been aware. But there were plenty of people here who knew about it; people he had met, actually. So there was always the chance someone had mentioned it. There was no point in elaborating if that happened to be the case.

[hotbitterproof.livejournal.com]

"What was that?" Godot's smirk fell as Klavier's words sunk in. Nearly any idiot could keep hold of an attorney's badge once he got it. To hear that Trite had been stripped of his, had committed some crime or offense that had warranted such an action immediately put Godot on edge. Anything he did, especially if State vs. Iris ended as Trite had said, reflected on Mia and her legacy. And for Trite to do something so shameful--that would be unforgivable.

"I hadn't been made aware, no." Godot leaned forward, not caring if his interest was obvious. He was smart enough to avoid being taken advantage of, and the situation more than warranted the risk. "Tell me the details, Blondie, and don't leave anything out."