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Day 50: Cafeteria (Brunch)

Somehow, after their talk in the chapel, Elaine felt simultaneously more accepting of and more irritated by her future husband. On the one hand, seven years had clearly been good to him. He seemed more sincere and thoughtful than he had been before his disappearance, and he had a more mature (dare she say, handsome?) look to him. On the other hand, there were clearly some things that made even time throw up its hands in vain and say, "To hell with this!" Guybrush was still inexorably prone to disastrous accidents if the story about the Pox of LeChuck was anything to go by, and he was so obviously keeping something important from her that any passing dolt in the Institute would have been able to tell. In the end, that eternal underlying sweetness of his that won out, keeping her from punching him again, at least. That was only by a hairs width, though. Her snugglecakes was going to have to stay on his best behaviour if he knew what was good for him.

She left the Mighty Pirate™ alone for the time being when the announcement of the next shift went off. He would want some time to catch up with Morgan next, presumably. As much as the woman's attitude bothered her, she was a friend of Guybrush's, as she had claimed. Elaine could be strict, but she wasn't the kind of shrewish future wife/past fiancé who would keep her man from seeing his friends. Besides, she needed some more time to catch up on the goings-on of the Institute. Patients filled the building to the brim, now, it seemed; there would be a lot to investigate.

After a few quick trips back and forth to the bulletin and a few new leads to follow up on, the governor gave in to her nurse's persistent nagging and headed to the cafeteria for brunch. After the relatively light fare of the day before, Elaine took advantage of the Institute's admittedly scrumptious offerings and loaded up a full, balanced brunchfast of eggs, sausage links, waffles, and vegetable soup. As expected, the selection of drinks did not offer either root beer or grog. Grog she could live without, at least, she thought while making a face. Eugh. For now, she settled for a tall glass of water.

Elaine settled into a seat in the cafeteria and tucked into her meal. Her eyes didn't stay on her food, though, instead gazing around restlessly; she hadn't seen LeChuck so far this morning, and god forbid he wanted to invite himself to brunch with her if he chose now to show up. A certain horribly unpleasant dinner on Mêlée Island came to mind. She was prepared to either move at the first sign of the dread pirate or signal a random stranger to sit with her before he could.

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Signs were taken and compared. Nigredo could not accept her words as fact: if he hadn't said anything, then-- The child cleared his throat. "Why are you upset, then?" he muttered, chancing a tentative glance upward. The statement was facetious; he did not really expect much of a response in return.

The subsequent questions, however, he could entertain, albeit the boy appeared torn on the subject. As if there existed two answers he could say. "...I saw them as friends."

There. In this there was something easier. "They saw you as the same. I'm sure of it." Because she had had (flashes) siblings, too, of each and every kind. And even when-- Darker images moved past her mind and her expression wavered. To be echoed in his question.

A lie. Something simple at this rate, at least here. That would be what was easiest, after all. But she had wanted him to open up. And with kids, even more than other adults, you had to give something in return. "I remember things." To say the least. "In certain times, I remember a lot of things and they're usually nothing good. Everyone's worst memories lately..." The girl went on in a murmur. "Nothing but nightmares."

Senna took a breath and looked back up at him. "And that was right then. So that's why I was upset." She smiled lightly. "I'm sorry, Nigredo."

'But then he ran off' was typical Sasuke behavior, so Sai wasn't at all surprised. This of course meant that, like Kiba, he was left to explain the basics of the Institute. The fact that Naruto hadn't gotten this information from anyone else prior to this despite having been around for a couple days now was also not surprising. Though he'd at least spoken with Sakura, so she had to have told him something.

"There's a lot of information to give," Sai stated calmly. "Do you at least know who's here already? The way night and day work? The possible dangers?" Not that Naruto would consider most of the dangers here much to worry about, given the sort of person he was.

Amaterasu, the Goddess of the Sun, the mother of Japan and its imperial line, looked at his drawings and almost seemed to relax. He had read that the gods liked art, but he'd never thought she'd like something so simple as what he was doing. Maybe someday he'd have to get someone with actual artistic talent to draw her something and present it as an offering. It might make her feel a little bit more at home to have some sort of tribute.

She also seemed unperterbed to find that the night brought unspeakable evils. Mori supposed that she was accustomed to vanquishing demons and whatnot though. He should have expected her to not bat an eye. She was, after all, a Celestial Being.

Which was all the more readily believable whenever he saw her smile. It seemed to glow with a light of its own and Mori couldn't help but smile a bit in return - if a bit shyly on his part. When she bowed, he returned the gesture, bowing a bit deeper than she did. He had his lessons to attend tonight, but Mitsukuni could definitely use a guardian and a friend. Meeting Amaterasu of all people would be interesting for him, right? He'd need to ask and see. And if Amaterasu liked eating as much as she seemed, maybe the Cake Club would be perfect for her. "Cake Club. We always meet. Would be an honor to have you join us."

It truly felt good to receive a respectful bow and to hear such polite words during a difficult time. Just witnessing such a spectacle filled Ammy with a powerful emotion.
Being held here against her will was a painful thing. She needed to protect humanity and keep the world safe from harm. But she would not be able to do it alone and thus, the relationship she had just made was very satisfying to the goddess. Allies in this prison was no doubt a fortunate thing to have.
Her impending meeting with the 'Cake Club' sounded exciting, as well. It also sounded delicious (Do they know how to make cherry cakes? she wondered).

From the corner of her eyes, Amaterasu could see the approaching form of her nurse. She acted quickly, grabbing the writing utensil Takashi had used prior and clumsily clutched it in one hand. The tip of the pen scribbled across the first page of his open journal, forming the shape of a circle and a few squiggled lines. Just as her nurse came to a stop beside their table, the goddess completed the drawing and pushed the journal back towards her human companion.

"Oh, Amari! I'm so proud of you! You've made a friend!" the nurse cried happily, placing her hands on Ammy's shoulders. "But you're going to have to say 'bye-bye' for now. It's time you got some sun, because you're just as pale as can be!"

Amaterasu rose to her feet in one fluid, graceful motion, surprising herself at the ease in which she could now balance on two legs. She gave Takashi a playful smirk, then turned on her heel and walked away from the table with only her nurse at her side.

What had she left on the page of his journal? It was nothing suspicious or out of the ordinary.
It was a drawing. A drawing of the sun.

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The strike was shocking, but it gave way to anger that blinded him. The enemy was there in his hands. Brittle and tangible. Something that could be killed, and that was his purpose. He felt his hands around their neck, and then still his hands on someone's arms, as though they didn't know what to do. He felt more sure of himself than ever, so why wouldn't they know? His face twisted in a mirror of Asuka's expression, inside and out. He was in control, he wasn't scared, he was chosen for this. The anger pushed outwards, it protected anything inside, it blinded everyone to him, it kept him safe and strong. He would act where others, the weaker ones, had hesitated. They always did. Weak. Disgusting. He was disgusting, just lying there, not fighting, accepting death.

The thoughts became harder to hold onto, and the hands that had gripped Asuka's arms with a borrowed will to survive weakened. There was so much in his head, and the pressure built up until he thought it would rip him apart. He didn't want to die, he didn't want to die, don't kill me!

When the confrontation moved from verbal threats to outright violence staff appeared at the childrens' side as though they'd learned to teleport. Two orderlies took hold of Lorelei's arms to pull her back, removing her hands from the boy's throat with grips as solid and implacable as stone, while the nurse accompanying them paused to drop to one knee beside the boy, brow creased in obvious concern. "Addison? Are you all right, dear?"

Anise beamed, clearly pleased with the praise. And now, with Aidou's knowledge of Earth, she could learn a little more about what she found! Finally, the conversation was moving in a good direction (for her).

"So it's really old?" Anise cocked her head to the side, thinking. "I guess it did look a little different from Doyleton, but... it's pretty hard to judge when those are the only Earth towns I've ever seen." There was a part of Anise that was curious about what the rest of Earth was like, outside of the tiny part she'd been exposed to, but there was a chance that she'd never get to see before she returned to Auldrant.

The intercom buzzed to life then, and the nurses began escorting patients away from their seats.

"Ah! Quick, give it back. We'll have to go soon," Anise urged the noble, holding out her hand.

The background Mihai dealt with thankfully being easier to ignore, Mihai was able to place Artemis's name within a few moments. This child had been the one who tried calling him out on the bulletin over Badou's smokes? Mihai wondered if similar bravado had caused the injury he now bore, but decided it not so important as to be worth asking. Badou had tried to get them to get along, after all.

"Badou's friend, then." He would have to question the broker's choice of associates, however. Hanging around with young children too often earned people the sort of reputation not easily forgiven, nor forgotten. "We spoke on the bulletin before. As much as that counts for speaking, anyway. He still has his cigarettes so far as I know, unless he's smoked them all."

But also in question was Artemis's current level of sanity. Badou had mentioned to Mihai that the boy had been taken, with results so devastating that he'd considered suicide. Science had never been of much use to the old man, but he knew what that sort of desperation felt like. So just how much was he covering with light-hearted banter about Mihai's predicament?

"Every once in awhile would be something of a miracle so far as I'm concerned. I'm afraid I'm known for, ah, getting lost." Mihai offered a shrug to cover up much deeper thoughts. Artemis might not want Badou to go around telling random strangers about his situation, after all. Besides, Mihai also knew just how disturbing it could be when said strangers spouted off things that they shouldn't know. Better to spare the child from that much, at least.

"In a towel?" Mihai quirked an eyebrow at that. Public showering didn't bother him so much, but it was different for the young. "Uh. Sorry to hear it. Maybe you'll be more comfortable when you've passed puberty?" Okay, so he'd meant that to be a little comforting. Honest. Teenagers and awkwardness went hand in hand, after all. So getting older should be something to look forward to! Just not too much older. Mihai's age was good.

"That sucks too -- HEY! Yeah, ok, just help yourself to my pizza. It's not like I was just about to eat that." Badou muttered. He only had six slices to begin with. He might be skinny, but he ate like any 20-something male when there was pizza in front of him (or a pizza shaped-object in one unfortunate case). Just to make a point, he picked up a lonely slice of Hawaiian, licked it from end to end, and set it back down on his plate before starting in on a pepperoni slice instead. There. Claimed. The rest he didn't give a fuck about.

"You know what's more delicious? Food you didn't steal from the handicapped." He paused. "And lasagna."

Perhaps. Perhaps Senna was correct. Perhaps his brothers indeed viewed Nigredo as a friend. That sort of assurance should smooth over a ruffle or two, should it not? The boy, however, had already moved far and beyond the topic. One could even say his mind was made up days before the question was put forth.

Nothing existed, therefore, in dwelling on friendships. Instead, he tugged uncomfortably at the bindings around his broken hand, his mind replaying her words. She remembered things. Nothing good. When you thought about any of those elements carefully, you found her reaction to be natural. Which happened precisely to Nigredo.

"You shouldn't apologize for that," he finally answered, voice small. "No one can help what they remember."

Oh hey, Heat had ceased his own tapping. Had he stopped to listen? That must have been it, Scott thought. Clearly, the power of Sex Bob-omb was unstoppable and irresistible, even when muffled through flimsy grey sweatpants and lacking his epic (okay, decent... okay, tolerable... okay, not ear-bleeding) bass.

Scott picked up the tempo a bit, starting to get a bit lost in the song within his own head. At some point, he had started humming the vocal parts, though he couldn't pin down exactly when that had started. He would have started in on the lyrics, but truth be told, he wasn't really sure he remembered the actual lyrics right now. Humming would have to work for now.

He had reached about the second verse by the time he looked up again. Heat was just staring, and though Scott was pretty sure that was a scowl he saw on the potential vampire (potentialpire?)'s face, the expression was too muted for him to tell for sure. Could just be tired, too, he thought. In any case, on the off-chance that he could still get the guy to join in, Scott grinned and asked him about just that: "Hey, why don't you join in, man? What's life in a balls-trippingly terrifying mental asylum without music?"

It was a little hard to believe, but the kid was actually serious. He didn't seem thrown off in the slightest by Heat's obvious displeasure, either. That just caused him to make the scowl more obvious, though he thought it had been obvious enough before. Maybe Scott just didn't care.

"I'm not gonna join in," Heat growled. He didn't know how, for one thing - couldn't sing or hold a tune for the life of him. Hell, he hardly knew how to hum. Music interested him, no doubt about it, especially because Sera had been so fond of it, but this boy was just ticking him off. "You look like an idiot."

His irritation had nothing to do with not wanting to admit his own lack of knowledge, of course. None at all.

Tartarus seemed to have an eerie similarity to a place Utena already knew way too well. True, neither the dueling arena nor the stairway leading up to it had any monsters lurking around; the enemies there were always human. Still, the description of a mysterious, deliriously tall structure that could only be entered at night was definitely enough to make Utena shiver.

"So that's why you were built, then?" Utena's respect for Aigis was born all over again with that knowledge on the table, but the feeling was accompanied by a major uneasiness settling in her. Her eyes were wide with a mix of awe and horror. Fighting monsters at home probably made dealing with the stuff inside Landel's easier, Utena supposed, but it wasn't a life she would wish on any girl, android or not. Even if Aigis thought her work was noble and necessary, and even if that really was true, the thought of bringing a girl into the world just to fight horrible creatures was starting to make Utena angry. It just didn't sound right, not at all.

Her teeth grit together behind her lips as she watched Aigis just sit there, sipping tea and collecting her thoughts as though all this talk of monsters and dark towers was a routine worry, nothing more. "How can you act so calm about something like that?" she blurted out after a few moments of silence. Her fingers clenched tighter around her utensils and her volume continued to increase as she continued: "That's just sick that someone would try to put you through something like that straight from birth! I mean, yeah, it's a good thing you're doing for people, but they didn't even let you choose if you wanted to do it before you started? That's terrible!"

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From the look on Muraki's face, it was obvious that he didn't think this was an adequate answer. A burger and fries could hardly count as a nutritious lunch, but at least the boy would eat it and he had no reason to discourage that. "What your body needs to sustain itself and what you like to eat aren't always the same thing. Even at your age, you should know better."

Ritsuka was useful for now. It would be a shame if he expired before Muraki was done with him. While he sincerely doubted malnutrition would do him in, he knew very well that the proper combination - malnutrition, stress, depression, fatigue - would be enough to render him useless, or even just easy pray to be picked off by an errant 'monster'.

The doctor pulled his own tray close again and started into his food. "She attacked you?" It was more surprise than disbelief. Well, maybe Ritsuka wouldn't last that long regardless. When he stopped bothering to play with their memories or frighten them into silence, they were as good as dead men walking. Of course, the doctors here hardly needed to pretend. "I suppose you've asked to be transfered? There's little I can do for you as a patient here. However... If you would like to talk to someone in the meantime, I would be willing to listen or help you find someone more qualified than myself among the patients."

Scott probably should have been more intimidated by Heat suddenly growling at him. Partly, he was. Red-eyed male Kim Pine vampires were nothing to be sneezed at, and a short tense in Scott's body showed that. Partly, though, Heat's reaction kind of struck him the way someone who just didn't want to admit to having a fun side would. "The lady doth protest too much," as a certain famous bald guy once put it.

Thus, Scott couldn't help but grin a bit more after his initial scare, this time with +1 to Cheekiness. "Oh do I? You sure you just aren't holding out on me, man? Afraid of looking like an idiot yourself?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "What are you, a chicken? A big ol' disgruntled chicken? Bawk bawk bawk bawwwwk!" Schoolyard taunts were maybe a bit overused in the world for the purposes of egging people on, but hey, Scott figured that was because they worked. No one wanted to be caught being a chicken.

While Heat wasn't sure why he was being compared to a small bird commonly eaten by humans, he did know he was being mocked. Even if he'd known how to sing, he wouldn't have done so for this boy. His best option was probably to just ignore him, but that required a certain amount of restraint that the demon didn't possess in these types of situations. No, no, the best method for getting Scott to shut up was pure, old-fashioned physical pain. He just needed to make sure not to do anything that would have one of the nurses or orderlies immediately heading their way.

One of the boy's hands was on the table. Heat reached out quickly and snatched it in one of his own, twisting the wrist in a manner that would be painful but not cause any lasting damage. Then he leaned closer, snarling through a forced smile. "I won't sing because I don't want to sing. Got it?"

He let go just as quickly, slamming Scott's arm back down on the table. Hopefully, that would be enough to get the boy to quit with the attitude.

Aidou didn’t answer at first. There were still vital things he didn’t like to bring into question unless there was absolutely no way he could deny the alternatives, such as Anise speaking about Earth as though it was a piece of curious fiction. But he didn’t have to--the beginning of a new activity shift prevented further talk.

In the midst of clattering trays and the scrape of chair legs on the floor, the vampire turned his hand over with the delicate paper held against his palm and passed it back. Having seen the specimen once was enough.

Lunch coming to a close when he hadn’t yet finished eating was a shame, but this time he had at least learned something new. Picking up a pear with his now free hand, the noble leaned back and said, “Thanks for that.” Even if he wasn’t thankful for everything she’d done while sitting with him. Still… “I’m sure… I’ll be seeing you.”

At first, von Karma ignored his daughter's affirmation that certain oddities of which he had merely heard had indeed occurred. So, she had met Mr. Gavin. Or rather, Prosecutor Klavier Gavin; von Karma had known neither the young man's first name nor occupation, but his daughter had conveniently supplied both to him.

"There is -- or possibly was, since I haven't seen him since last week -- another here, by the name of Kristoph Gavin. The spitting image of the younger Mr. Gavin, save for his glasses. They do, however, share the same facial features, hairstyle, and penchant for flippancy." The elder prosecutor scoffed, his arms folded. To his dismay, the scoff sounded more like a snort of congestion. Curse Martin Landel... and curse these insolent Gavins! "The senior Gavin foolishly admitted to being a defense attorney. Ergo, I wouldn't trust anything Mr. Klavier Gavin says or does, no matter how intelligent he seems to be."

Now to address the bizarre occurrences from last night that he had missed. "And what's this about these strange doors?" He cocked an eyebrow at Franziska. "Was this anything similar to what we experienced a week ago on our way to the File Room?"

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Ritsuka's face darkened at the "at your age" comment. He hated it when people assumed things about him just because of his age! And maybe he didn't eat nutritious meals all the time, but he ate and that was what mattered. He picked at the other foods he was given and he ate as much as he could when given something he liked, so wasn't that enough? He used to like a lot more things, but that had upset his mother and now Ritsuka refused to touch much of it. "I know that," Ritsuka sulked, pushing a fry around his plate with a spoon. "And I know that not because of my age. I make sure to eat what I have to, but that doesn't mean I like it."

The loss of weight was more likely because he only ate what he had to, scraping by on that and the pure adrenaline that came at night. That combineed with the amount of stress this place put on him and others and it was no wonder that people here tended to get a bit on the lean side.

Which meant he wasn't going to waste this one meal where he actually wanted to eat everything. He'd managed to load the burger with vegetables along with the usual meat and cheese, so maybe it was a little healthier than it would have been. At any rate, it was better than eating McDonald's everyday. "It doesn't do anything to ask the nurses to transfer me," he said, taking a bite of his food and swallowing before continuing. "They think I'm just making stuff up to get out of therapy. They mean well, but they're a bunch of idiots sometimes."

He sighed and ate a bit more, perking up when Muraki offered to listen to him again. He'd enjoyed their talks before and even if Muraki didn't exactly know Ritsuka's background anymore, maybe this time he'd be able to have honest discussions with him. Having a doctor he could trust would change a lot of things for him and Ritsuka took his pen out again, quickly scribbling his room number down on another napkin. "I'm in M35 if you ever need anything. I can't thank you enough, Sensei. It...helps to have someone I can trust here."

"Yeah, but humans carry disease and can bite and steal food, too. It's not as if rats are anything special in that respect." Remy decided to keep his opinions on the idea of being kept as a pet to himself, although he understood now what it must feel like. Any more talk on the rat topic would probably be too much.

He took the journal back from Meche, and looked over what she'd written out. "The letters? I'll be able to figure it out from here. It was mostly just having them in the right order so I could practice writing for the note board. Thanks, Meche!" It took a little doing to smile at her -- only because of the recent conversational conversation -- but he managed a grateful grin.

L sighed, then took a small piece of pineapple off of his fork and into his mouth. Apparently, Jones had not seen his query on the bulletin board, or if he had, he had not taken note of the handwriting and put two and two together.

"I mean that Mr. Lunge and I had an unplanned meeting with an ill-tempered sphinx last night." He was good at talking with food in his mouth, he knew; his voice was muffled, his diction just awkward enough that the change was obvious, but those were the only detectable factors. Still, he swallowed the bite of fruit before he continued. "It offers a challenge, then asks a riddle -- nothing too strange or difficult. Judging by its reactions, my guess is that it sees a number of patients, and those patients it sees rarely lose the game."

Everyone who had responded to his request for information about the Sphinx had warned him away from the basement. In some circumstances, he might have assumed that the unilateral agreement on the topic masked someone's attempt to hide something, or to keep something they had found in the basement for themselves alone. It seemed like an unlikely scenario in this instance, though: for one thing, in spite of the fact that certain patients had made a habit of deflating hyperbole posted to the bulletin board, no one had stepped up to discount the warnings.

"If," L echoed, toneless and noncommittal.

He wondered how long Jones had been down in the lower level the previous night -- not long enough to find out whether or not there was another legendary beast guarding the ballroom even when he had heard it was a possibility. He stifled an impulse to snort. Then again, Jones had probably only had a whip for protection, and Dent and perhaps a third person for back-up.

How well had Dent been armed? -- Not well enough, he thought. It never seemed possible to be armed well enough: they were always kept at a disadvantage of some kind or another.

"Did you understand where you were when you were there? I'm sorry to say that until yesterday, I hadn't heard much about the basement. The Sphinx's room was -- disorienting. It isn't much like the other rooms here; it doesn't sound like the ballroom is, either." He paused, poking at a bite of scrambled egg with the tines of his fork.

"More to the point, Dr. Jones, why are you planning to make the trip tonight? Have you heard something about it -- something that makes it worthwhile? What is the purpose, apart from exploration? I am interested in an analysis of the potential risks versus the potential benefits."

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Okay, now the lady doth protest way, way too much!

"Hghah!" Scott tried twisting his body and arm in the same direction his wrist was going in a feeble attempt to cut down on the pain. With the table in his way, doing this didn't get him far. Thankfully, he was released quickly enough. Un-thankfully, he was released with a rough slam back down onto the table. "Got it..." Scott croaked after a moment.

There was some silence between the two young men for a while after Scott pulled his arm back and returned to his brunch. The only thing that broke it after a time was one single mumbled utterance from Scott as he munched on the last of his pizza: "Jerk."

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Artemis blinked, a slightly troubled expression crossing his face. That was it: Mihai was one of Badou's associates from his world, the one that thought Badou should stop smoking. It had been a rather serious confrontation, as Artemis remembered it, so the thought that he couldn't put a few details together...

He'd have to be very, very careful around mealtimes.

"Ah yes, that's right," Artemis smiled, wiping his distressed look away. "So much happens in a few days--and the past few have not been especially kind to me, as you've probably already noted," he said, briefly indicating his sling with his fork. "I apologize for not recognizing your name sooner."

He picked at his food, making as though he had every intent of eating, though he was slightly lost in his own thoughts. He wasn't going to bring up the argument concerning Badou and his nasty habit, mostly because he figured both he and Mihai were rather deeply entrenched in their positions. He could see the benefits of both sides, though now he couldn't see denying Badou anything. Not when Badou was the one of two people holding him together. Did he even have the energy to argue while he was stuck with a dozen screaming voices and hundreds of muttering ones?

"I'm undergoing puberty at the moment, though frankly I believe that even if it passed me by tomorrow, I would still feel uncomfortable showering in front of strangers. I'm not used to such circumstances, and I don't intend to assimilate to anything Landel believes I should assimilate to." Sean included. "Even after three weeks, I still have my dignity if nothing else," he said, examining a flaw in his plastic fork. "Even if I'm at the most awkward and trying stage of my life--both developmentally and circumstantially."

He looked back up at Mihai. "Any particular reason you seem to lose your way so drastically?"

Kristoph and Klavier Gavin - so they were twins who had chosen opposite sides of the law, hm? At least Klavier was the smarter of the two and had chosen the right side. Strange that the younger would be wiser than the elder, but then Franziska had also chosen law while her sister had gone off to do layman's work and raise a family. Franziska couldn't say she agreed with her elder sister's choice of abandoning the von Karma legacy, but then she was currently the only one with an heir - even if the girl lacked the von Karma name.

Franziska nodded and noted her father's concerns along with his adept as always assessment of the Gavin twins. A penchant for flippancy was something Franziska had encountered with the younger brother upon their first meeting; something Franziska had found highly unprofessional. "I understand, Papa. It is unfortunate that such a bright prosecutor would allow himself to maintain relations to a defense attorney, but that is the unfortunate trait of all those who do not share our perfection. A von Karma would never keep such low company."

Which was why she could not now or ever admit to herself that Phoenix Wright was a decent man. It would be a heresy against her name and her father's legacy.

"The doors," Franziska continued, leaving the former subject behind. "Were unlike the phenomenon we experienced in the File Room. First - any door we entered caused a sensation akin to motion sickness or vertigo. Second - the doors opened to areas they should not have. Examples include the Sun Room doors leading to one of the Activity Rooms, the Activity Room door leading to the Beauty Salon in Doyleton, and those doors leading to the second floor kitchen. While it seems illogical, the evidence irrefutably points to instantaneous transportation, otherwise known as teleportation. The other witnesses and I attempted to find a reason for the foolishness we encountered, but none was uncovered before the night ended."

With them being dumped outside in the freezing rain. Franziska's mood soured at that recollection and she set her jaw slightly, looking to her father. "Did you not experience anything of the sort?"

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