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Great Revival ~ Franziska von Karma (Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney – Justice for All) ▶ ▶
She had finally done it.
After many years of scouring the world, after many court cases and as many guilty verdicts, Franziska von Karma has finally done it. There is no court in the world where her name is not praised like the goddess of the prosecution, striking fear in the heart of every defense lawyer in existence. From Europe, where Cohdopia submitted, to the far east, in Japan, where no attorney could resist the predicted outcome of her perfect cases. Her whip cackles resound in courtroom even now, whispering into flesh their fates to the foolishly foolish fools who would think to lie, defame, or even attempt to rebuke her theories with mere conjecture.
All courts, but one. Tucked away from the rest of the world, today will see that last exception eradicated.
“Miles Edgeworth!”
The whip cleaves through the air like the growl of a tiger readying itself for battle. The door to this district’s chief prosecutor’s office is slammed open courtesy of a kick to the lower parts.
“Why, greetings to you as well, Franziska. Congratulations on your latest victory. I hear you—”
A single snap of the whip cuts the paper before said prosecutor, who could only sigh tiredly, excepting her next request.
“Assign me to the next case with that fool Phoenix Wright! The time has finally come to put the last of those foolishly foolish attorneys who dares resist me right where he belongs: crushed beneath my heels!”
Today, everything would come to a head. Today will be the day where she finally defeats him. Today will be the day where she finally surpasses her fathe—!
“I’m afraid I have no such trial at my disposal, Franziska.”
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“… what?”
Thrill Theme ~ Suspense (Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney) ▶ ▶
The temperature drops a dozen degrees in an instant, before the hot flare of her temper grows back up, the whip barely restrained from cutting that foolishly foolish man who would DARE deny her wishes. “Explain yourself, Miles Edgeworth!”
“Phoenix Wright…” The chief prosecutor intertwines his fingers, a heavy sigh of resignation escaping his mouth. “… no longer practices law. Hasn’t been for almost two year.”
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“WHAT?!”
The entire rooms turns into a whirlwind. Paper and book fly together turning the office upside down. Rage incarnate turns toward Miles Edgeworth, who could only sigh in dismay. All those papers would need to be reorganized back again. It will be quite a pain to guide Detective Gumshoe through the process yet again.
“How… HOW… HOW DARE HE?! THAT DAMNED FOOL!”
He should probably interrupt. Explain how this came to be, and the plan they had begun to form together to find the true culprit, expose them, and have them condemned in a court of law. But at a time like this, Franziska wouldn’t listen. The only reward he’d get for butting in right now would be some more lashes. It would take some time, but she would eventually calm down and let him expla—
“I’ll go give that foolishly foolish FOOL a piece of my mind!”
“Wait, Franzis—!”
She storms out of the prosecutor’s office by slamming the door on the way out.
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“I didn’t even have time to show her my badge…”
A taxi ride and a half later, she had arrived at her destination. What do you mean, ‘How did she know her future victim’s address?’ A von Karma always remembers the location of every foolishly foolish attorney in case they need an extra dose of assault literal whipping into shape. The moment she sees the name ‘Wright’ above the small office location, she zeros out on the doorknob, which fearfully kneed before the woman, letting her inside.
“PHOENIX WRIGHT!” Whip at the ready, she slams down the office entrance in a single dash. “I DEMAND AN EXPLANATION YOU FOOLISHLY FOOLISH—!”
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“Hello there, miss. Would you like to see a magic trick?”
Uh?
This office is definitely not a law office, and the person in front of her is certainly not Phoenix Wright. The little girl, draped in a bright pink cape wearing a top hat, is undoubtedly the last kind of person she expected to run into here. Obviously, she’d made a mistake and—
The whip carves into the author’s flesh. The von Karma creed simply does not allow any mistake!
“I have no time for such paltry waste of time such a ‘trick’. Move along, little girl, I need to see that foolishly pathetic excuse of a—!”
Franziska tries to step around the young girl, but the cluttered space in the office made it far too easy for the girl to block her path once more. At this point, had anyone else even tried to pull something like this on her, they’d be rewarded by a deep lash through the forehead, followed by a free pass for one more session back at the precinct were they to resist any more. Unfortunately, her opponent this time is a little girl who couldn’t be any older than ten.
Curse you, Content Rating gods!
“Come on, I’m sure you’ll like it!” The little girl is now smiling. But Franziska recognizes that smile. It’s the smile her father reserved for her and Miles the moment they slipped from the family ethos. Swallowing her pride at the odd sense brought by this fearful bout of nostalgia the memory provided her, Franziska closes her eyes and crosses her arms.
“Fine. Have it your way. But I WILL see Phoenix Wright after we’re done here.”
Trance Logic (Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney) ▶ ▶
“Sure, sure.” The little girl’s smile grows wider and somehow more mischievous, as she points to a table just next to her. “Please pick an object.”
On the glass coffee table which had probably once been used when discussing with clients, three different items were laid out. First, a well maintained and charged chainsaw. She could not even fathom why a lawyer would have use for this, but she could admit that Wright’s taste in courtroom apparel had considerably improved if this is his new weapon of choice. Next to it was a copy of “Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney – Spirit of Justice”, the award-winning survival-horror video game released in 2016 for the Nintendo 3DS. Finally, the last item is a small steel-architectured ladder, to which the label “Step-ladder” is attached.
Deciding to go with the least controversial option, the prosecutor genius approaches the table and grabs the two-meter tall chainsaw, and hands it over to the child.
“Perfect!” The child -who she had yet to learn the name of-, tips the top of her hat while whirling around the very much powered on chainsaw. “Here comes…” Her other (gloved, she notes) hand rumbles within her costume, searching for something, before finally taking out…
“The magic panties!”
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Ist das ein töricht töricht Scherz, dass ich als Deutscher nicht verstehen kann?
Ensuring the pair of bloomers is open, she sets the chainsaw speed to maximum just above them… and drops it. The tool slowly falls down to the unsuspected piece of undergarment. But just as it was about to cut through the fabric, it slowly becomes… smaller? Like a giant maw, the pair of bloomers consumes the active chainsaw with practiced ease and nary a sound… until there’s nothing left.
“Ta-da~!”
Grinning ear to ear, the little girl makes a point of showing her the inside of her panties, showing them to be completely empty. Truthfully, that trick was great. In spite of all her years as prosecutor and experience at uncover tricks and gimmicks, she has no idea of how this little kid pulled it off. Unfortunately for her, though…
The girl is sweating bullets, as the loud screeching noise being made by the still powered on chainsaw could be heard from just behind her. Not that Franziska would point it out though. Only von Karmas are expected to be perfect, and she has a feeling that the girl will just attempt the trick again if she were to mention it.
“Bravo, Liebchen. That was a nice trick.” She wags her little finger with a gentle smile. “Now, could you let me pass? There is someone here I need to see.”
“Sure thing!” The girl’s smile is in full bloom as she turns toward the door, “DAAAAAAAAAAAAAADY! There’s someone here for you!”
Had she been drinking coffee, Franziska would have spilled the entire floor with it. What… WHAT—?! But even when she thought she’d seen it all, nothing could have prepared her for what came next…
“Hi there, Franziska. It sure has been a while. How have you been?”
Coming out of the side room, came out Phenix Wright. But not in his blue suit, like she’d always seen him. Rather, the unshaved man is dressed with a gray sweatshirt and baggy sweatpants, and his previously spiky hair is now covered by bright blue beanie labeled “PaPa”. Suffice to say, was she not so fuming in rage, the prosecutor would uncharacteristically gape. Unfortunately for the poor man, however…
Pressing Pursuit ~ Cross-Examine (Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney – Justice for All) ▶ ▶
“PHOENIX WRIGHT! YOU FOOLISHLY FOOLISH FOOL OF A FOOLISHLY FOOLISH—!”
She reaches for her whip and—
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She reaches for her whip and…
… Eh?
The only thing her hand reaches for is air.
Phoenix Wright ~ Objection! 2013 (Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney – Dual Destinies) ▶ ▶
“Nice going there, Truce.”
The man— that ex-lawyer laughs. LAUGHS! Never before had Franziska seen him do that, and never before had she ever felt so insulted. She turns around, only to see the little girl barring her exit, grinning madly with her precious whip twirling in her hand.
“Told you it would work, Daddy!”
“You… YOU…” She slams the wall twice, leaving visible marks in the thick concrete. “HOW DID YOU DO THAT?!”
“A magician never reveals her secrets!” The little girl’s grin has the audacity to grow even wider. Mimicking a fellow prosecutor who loves coffee once more, actual steam begins to smoke out from Franziska’s face. But before she even had the opportunity to explode, that anger turns to panic: the little girl is now holding her precious family heirloom above that very same pair of panties.
“WAIT! DON’T YOU DARE—!”
“Oopsie.” Her threat unfinished, the whip had now completely vanished within the undergarments, as the little girl proceeded to tip her top hat off and stick out her tongue with an expression of faux sorry on her face.
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“You…” The prosecutor’s bangs obscure her eyes.
“… Uh…” The ex-lawyer is now sporting a familiar expression with a whole bottle worth of sweat pouring down his face. “I-I-I can expl—!”
“PHOENIX WRIGHT!”
The woman’s fist nearly knocks the wall down.
“Don’t tell me…”
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Pressing Pursuit ~ Cornered – VARIATION (Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney) ▶ ▶
“HAVE YOU ADOPTED ANOTHER NINJA THIEF GIRL LIKE MY FOOLISHLY FOOLISH LITTLE BROTHER?!”
“Wait, Edgeworth has a daughter too?!”