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The first time Trucy Wright met Franziska Von Karma in person, she was newly eleven and visiting Edgeworth in Germany for her birthday. Daddy had made a big deal about understanding Miles had to work and that he would be busy, but the prosecutor had been with them every day of their trip. Except today, Kay explained there was a big new case and it was really important so both she and Miles would be gone, but that there would be another local showing them around. Despite Phoenix paling, Trucy was excited to meet this new stranger. He had asked Miles about someone named Lang, but the silver haired man had laughed and told her dad not to worry. Phoenix didn't seem convinced.
There was a sharp rapping against the deep brown wood of the apartment door, and Trucy jumped up to get it, insisting, “I can answer, Daddy!”
Before her dad had time to respond, she swung open the front door and was met with a woman much younger than she expected. Not that she had thought Franziska was old per se, but this woman had to be around the same age as Aunt Maya. What a funny thought that was, that this tall commanding bluenette before her would even exist around Maya. Trucy stifled a giggle and opened her arms wide, announcing, “Welcome to the apartment of Mr Edgeworth and the temporary headquarters of Wright Talent Agency! I am Trucy-“
“Wright, I am aware,” the woman interrupted, holding a gloved hand out to the child, “I am Prosecutor Franziska Von Karma. We have spoken on the phone.”
“Jeez, Franziska, you don’t have to be so formal with her,” Phoenix grimaced from behind his daughter, rubbing the back of his neck. Just like everything she had heard about the two interacting, daddy seemed more awkward than usual, though she could see a glint of mischief in his eyes.
The blue haired woman entered, frowning at Wright, “Maybe it will do her some good to not be surrounded by such foolish fools for a day.”
“Fran, she's eleven.”
“And I was thirteen when I became a prosecutor.”
Sensing that this argument could continue all day, the tween was quick to interrupt, pushing her dad toward the living room and turning to Miles’ sister. She guessed she could see the resemblance, but instead of her step-papa’s occasionally grumpy demeanor, Franziska’s seemed permanent. Trucy took the woman’s hand and shook it, telling her, “I don’t want to do law, but I’m already a magician! I do small shows at the Wonder bar and Mr Edgeworth says that my tricks are quite impressive!”
“You will have to show me some of them.” Franziska concluded.
“Okay!”
After that, they spent an entire day with Trucy showing off all her tricks and her daddy had only started two petty arguments with the woman! Franziska seemed both disinterested and impressed with each one, which was a little confusing. Sure, the magician girl didn't have her entire bag of tricks with her, but that didn't mean what she had was boring. The only trick that had really seemed to impress the prosecutor was the reveal of Mr Hat. Phoenix had been surprised too, mostly because he had been sure she didn't pack it and Trucy did you sneak that through TSA? But after she explained Mr Hat had not been smuggled across the borders and actually had just been hidden under her clothes when Phoenix checked, he relaxed. Franziska, on the other hand, had all sorts of questions about where Mr Hat was hidden before revealing himself and how Trucy could even support such a heavy looking machine and who made him. It was actually pretty refreshing to have an adult show such interest in her magic, especially one that she was hoping would be family soon.
It was around six when Miles got home from work, bringing with him a few bags of take out, and Trucy was glad for the break. It wasn’t lost on her how Franziska seemed to relax with her brother around. Kay hadn’t returned with her step-papa, apparently needing to do urgent detective work, and Trucy was surprised at the disappointment that caused Franziska.
“You like Kay?” She couldn’t help but ask, swinging her feet as she took a bite of the Chinese food Miles brought them.
“Of course, what is not to like?” She asked as if it was common sense to like Kay.
Trucy supposed it might be.
“She’s probably just surprised you can get along with someone that’s actually cool,” Nick grinned, crossing his arms, “Truce and Kay get into all sorts of trouble.”
“It isn’t trouble, Daddy, it’s enrichment,” Trucy scowled, “like finding people’s soulmates.”
“Here we go again. Truce, just because it worked out okay for Edgeworth and I doesn’t mean-“
“Actually, I am curious about the topic.” Franziska interrupted with grace, glaring briefly at Phoenix before focusing on Trucy, “You seem to be the resident expert.”
“That’s because she can see them,” Miles contributed helpfully, “And when she wishes to, she can interact with them.”
The magician nodded enthusiastically, putting her fork down and holding her hands up to show as she said, “so everyone with a soulmate has a little red string on their pinkie finger here! It sometimes ends in a cute little bow like daddy’s, but sometimes they aren’t, like Kay’s! I don’t….actually know what that means, though."
“Perhaps some people are more put together?” Franziska offered, holding her hand out, “Some people don’t have soulmates, correct? I suppose I must be one of those, as no fool could compare to my perfection.”
Despite her words, there on the bluenette’s gloved finger, sat a perfectly formed bow, leading off to who knows where.
“You have one.”
“Oh. I do?”
“Mhm! But I can tell they’re very far away.” Trucy explained.
Franziska nodded thoughtfully, turning to her brother to comment, “Your daughter is very wise indeed. Quite informative.”
Trucy felt her chest swell with pride at that, not just from the compliments, but because *she* was acknowledged as Miles’ daughter! And conversation continued! It wasn’t odd or disruptive, it was just…fact. All the adults just continued to speak.
She decided she wanted to understand why Franziska asked about her soulmate, but wasn’t in any rush.
She had all the time in the world.