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30 April 2008 @ 09:59 pm
 
[his voice reaches from the other side of the door as he turns the handle.  His black suit jacket is unbuttoned, there's a round, gold pin on his lapel, and he has a small pair of shoes perched on top of the briefcase he's carrying.]

Miles, I found your-

[he actually gets a good look around the room he's standing in.  His brow furrows slightly, but he doesn't actually look shocked or terribly confused, and his speech barely pauses]

-shoes.
 
 
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Manfred Von Karma: Spectaclesderbildhauer on May 1st, 2008 02:15 pm (UTC)
*He understands enough about the nature of this place by now that encountering his enemy, alive and well, does not surprise him in the least. But the sudden compulsion to speak to the man does, and it draws him out of the shadows.

Baser men would call it nostalgia, but for him it is academic curiousity - no more, no less. A desire to test his memory, to ascertain his success or failure in other worlds as well as his own.

He inclines his head and clicks his heels in the most formal of greetings*


Attorney Edgeworth. It is a pleasure to see you looking so well.

G. Edgeworth: <__<  srs biznissgentryethics on May 9th, 2008 03:42 am (UTC)
And you as well, Prosecutor Von Karma.

[his voice is missing that warmth he reserves for most people, and he has to remember that, despite this man being who he is...he can't consider him "evil". There must be some good in him, but he has to remind himself that. His methods were just...wrong, that's all.]

You're older than when I saw you last. [an observation, nothing more, and he idly wipes his glasses with a cloth that his tucked back into his suit jacket]
Manfred Von Karma: Sidelong Lookderbildhauer on May 9th, 2008 03:44 pm (UTC)
*How well he remembers the coolness; that slight disdain that emanated from the other man whenever he encountered him, and it curdles his blood even now to think that this man, with his shabby suits, his scuffed shoes and his state education should think himself better or somehow more worthy than a Von Karma.

But all he does is smile, inclining his head again in acknowledgement.*


Unfortunately, due to the irrational nature of this place in which we find ourselves, such paradoxes are common. For me the year is 2017.

*He pauses, for the briefest time, scanning the eyes of the other, drawing no conclusion, but merely a guess*

And yet you do not look a day older than when I last saw you, Mr Edgeworth. One might almost suspect that time had been stopped.
G. Edgeworth: <__<  srs biznissgentryethics on May 10th, 2008 01:04 am (UTC)
2001 for me, then. Three days after Christmas.

[he thinks about that last statement. Then...he must have won the trial. His trump card must have worked, and, he figured, Von Karma returned to Germany.

Then again, the man didn't seem changed at all. A pity, he had truly hoped he might be able to help him. It wasn't anything sentimental, just the hope that one man with misplaced values might someday put his value not in his own self, but in justice and the immutable truth.]


...since you last saw me, prosecutor Von Karma?
Manfred Von Karma: Psychelocksderbildhauer on May 12th, 2008 10:15 am (UTC)
*For a few heartbeats longer than he intends, he is silent. That date...

...He remembers the darkness, the searing pain, the scream of agony in his ears and the blood blossoming through his fingers like a copper-scented flower as he clutches his shoulder. He remembers the sudden hum of air-conditioning and the flicker-flash of returning light; a soft whirring as the elevator doors slide open.

And then... then, he rememebers a blurred sequence of anger and horror - a gun at his feet - no, a gun in his hand, his enemy at his feet - the body of a child he vaguely recognises.

The panic and the nausea that followed as he paced his office, staring at the blood on his jacket and his shirt, waiting for the knock on the door that would herald his arrest.

The silence, when no knock came - the dawning realisation as he watched the sun rise over the city below his feet that he had committed the perfect crime. The gradual molding of a plan as he recuperated in Germany - one that allowed for the perfect opportuinity to challenge himself as a teacher and as an artist while exacting the price he was owed for his reputation. And the years of work and study and dedication as he fulfilled it, gradually erasing any trace of his enemy from this earth.


All this runs through his mind in the space of six, seven, eight beats. Perhaps there was the slightest flicker of regret, perhaps not. But as he looks at Gregory Edgeworth, all he remembers now is the shame of that penalty and the humiliation of being bested on a minor point of evidence by this insignificant, common, little grey man.*


In court, Attorney Edgeworth, as the Judge pronounced your client guilty as charged. You had no evidence to suggest otherwise.

*His voice is casual, his face impassive. But if you were one of the three people who knew him best, you might have detected a darkness in the blue eyes that was not there before*

Edited at 2008-05-12 10:23 am (UTC)
G. Edgeworth: <__<  srs biznissgentryethics on May 12th, 2008 10:30 am (UTC)
That's a shame, Prosecutor Von Karma. I was quite sure my client was innocent.

[Of course his client was found guilty. That's not a surprise, but it still upsets him that Von Karma would go that for just for a win.

And he thinks about it for a moment, his smile a bit bitter and tone flat as he's trying to bite back the words. What he finally does say is about half of it, and he looks him directly in the eyes as he says it, and there's just the barest hint of his anger lacing the words.]


...but I'm not really surprised.
Manfred Von Karma: Side Smirkderbildhauer on May 12th, 2008 10:38 am (UTC)
*He ignores the obvious suggestion behind the words, tilts his head a little, slips his right hand into his jacket pocket. Unaccountably, he can feel the ache in his shoulder that he often feels around the boy - a constant reminder of the marring of his own perfection by this man and his spawn. Still, his voice is mild, even insinuatiing.*

Perhaps in your world, you have the evidence to prove it?

In mine, you did not.



Edited at 2008-05-12 10:48 am (UTC)
G. Edgeworth: <__<  srs biznissgentryethics on May 12th, 2008 10:57 am (UTC)
I thought that I did, but perhaps I was wrong.

[and his tone is mild as he says it. He's not upset, merely offering a explanation.

Then again, he knew his evidence was flimsy at best, and had been fighting a losing battle since he first accepted the case. Still, he had hoped that the truth would come to light during the trial.

Proving that Von Karma's tactics were more than underhanded was just supposed to be something that went along with it.]
Manfred Von Karma: Laughingderbildhauer on May 12th, 2008 11:05 am (UTC)
Perhaps you were, Attorney Edgeworth. or perhaps you are correct, although I think it unlikely.

*He chuckles a little, at that.*

If it is a matter of trying to prove my methods unfair, I can assure you it will fail.

*It's a lie, but his gaze is steady and his face impassive*

No one will remember that trial for the evidence presented.

Edited at 2008-05-12 11:06 am (UTC)
G. Edgeworth: grimgentryethics on May 12th, 2008 03:39 pm (UTC)
It doesn't surprise me that you would.

[he pauses at the second bit, removing his glasses and wiping them off in thought]

I am confident, Prosecutor, that the truth will eventually come to light. You cannot hide it forever.

Now, if you'll excuse me... [and he turns to walk away, feeling that he's made his point for the moment]
Manfred Von Karma: Smugderbildhauer on May 12th, 2008 03:56 pm (UTC)
*As Edgeworth turns, he smirks a little, then inclines his head once more in acknowledgement.*

The truth is that I only prosecute the guilty, Attorney Edgeworth.

They all lie. You know that.

*And he turns to walk in the opposite direction*

Edited at 2008-05-12 03:56 pm (UTC)