#musing kl

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[k-gavin]

twisted samurai //cheating

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Klavier:

The words Twisted Samurai only bring Simon Blackquill to mind. Over the years as a prosecutor he could really only wonder what had really happened. He'd been such a bright young man, quiet and reserved, and he'd only known him for a short time. Klavier hadn't been the most polite person when he first met Simon, though the trial with Phoenix Wright had certainly burnt out a lot of his cocky pride and he stopped being such an uppity snob to the other prosecutors. His first impression to Simon was probably not the greatest and it wasn't really something he got to fix before they put him away for murder. It astounded him to think a fellow prosecutor, young and bright like himself, would murder their own mentor. What kind of bad blood could it cause?

He didn't stop wondering for the entire time that Simon was locked away as the Twisted Samurai, it made him feel perturbed to ponder it. When he learned of the cover up and Simon's release from prison he was one of the first on the scene to see it done. While he wasn't quite sure that his kindness would be accepted his was ready and willing to see the rehabilitation of the Not-So-Twisted-After-All Samurai.

Kristoph:

Simon Blackquill. A fool. The bright defender of Justice who bore the robes of his forefathers while using the tongue of his motherland and immersing himself in the melting pot of America. He was an interesting person, really, hiding behind a cold facade when in reality he was scared, simpering, pathetic, a heart of gold that one. But gold is malleable, and he was want to crush it in his own hand, but he didn't get the chance. He could feel it, there was no inkling of true evil in the man, he didn't kill that woman but he was taking the fall. He was weak, pathetic. Kristoph would never excuse such... noble, disgusting behavior. Never sacrifice yourself for anyone or anything.

When he was caught for his own crimes and imprisoned he wanted least of all to ever see him, mostly because he knew that his own placcid facade would mean nothing as a convicted murderer. And yet knowing that if he did see him he could do something, anything to wipe whatever smile he might get off of his face was just so... charming.

To put it shortly, Kristoph Gavin hated the goody-two-shoes Simon Blackquill, and always would.