Prosecutor Wright

Hello, everyone! I'm Phoenix. Phoenix Wright. Recently, I decided to become a prosecutor in order to find an old friend...we'll see how that turns out. In the meantime, feel free to drop me a line!

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An Old Friend

Phoenix blinked and looked up.

All of ten years of age, he wasn’t usually one to trust strangers, but this one, the one who had led him to this house, seemed...safe. Comforting. The woman had smiled and walked off, and Phoenix had knocked. When the door opened, Phoenix had taken a step back.

“O-oh. Hello, Mr. Edgeworth. You guys moved?”

A pause and another blink, and Phoenix realized his mistake. “Er. Sorry. I...Who are you? You remind me a lot of Miles’s dad. I mean, er, one of my friends’ parents. But you’re not him, now that I’m actually looking. I-I’m sorry if I’m not welcome here.”

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Prosecutor Wright, to put it bluntly, was excited as hell.

It was his first investigation today! Time to go look over the evidence and catch a criminal! He could hardly contain himself, shifting from foot to foot.

He accepted the autopsy report from Detective Gumshoe, not noticing the sorry state of the man at first.

“Thank you, Detective! Let’s see…strangulation…definitely a homicide! Hm…” He looked up for a moment and frowned. Even someone who wasn’t necessarily great with noticing things when he was excited would have a hard time missing this.

“Detective, are you all right? You aren’t…er…you aren’t looking so great. Just saying.”

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“S-Sorry, sir… I’ll, uh, I’ll try to pull myself together.” Well, it’d be easier if he could get his hands on some painkillers, but–

“I mean, it’s our first time working together, sir, and I’d hate to, uh– to give the wrong impression…”

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Prosecutor Wright offered up a smile. “Thanks for the concern, but really, I don’t mind if you aren’t as excited as I am. Even if this were new to you, which it isn’t, people are allowed to have off-days!” A laugh.

“Seriously, though, if you’re feeling bad and there’s anything I can do to help, please tell me. I don’t want this to have to be more difficult for you than it needs to be.“

He looked through the autopsy report some more. “So, the hand-prints around the victim’s neck. We’re looking for someone with around that size hands that’s strong enough to actually asphyxiate the victim, then.”

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Ugh… Hangovers weren’t fun. At all. But he guessed it was his own fault for drinking so much in one night. And on his own, too. Maybe he’d have had more restraint if he had been drinking with someone else. Or, well, maybe not. But he was pretty sure he’d have still managed to halve his intake purely by giving the other half to whoever he’d have been with, and the pounding headache would feel more like someone knocking his skull and less like having his head in a hydraulic press.

“Here you go…” he mumbled, holding out what he’d been asked to get.

[wrightontheprosecutorspath]

Prosecutor Wright, to put it bluntly, was excited as hell.

It was his first investigation today! Time to go look over the evidence and catch a criminal! He could hardly contain himself, shifting from foot to foot.

He accepted the autopsy report from Detective Gumshoe, not noticing the sorry state of the man at first.

“Thank you, Detective! Let’s see...strangulation...definitely a homicide! Hm...” He looked up for a moment and frowned. Even someone who wasn’t necessarily great with noticing things when he was excited would have a hard time missing this.

“Detective, are you all right? You aren’t...er...you aren’t looking so great. Just saying.”

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Rookie.

Phoenix Wright, to put it bluntly, was terrified.

He’d known that Prosecutor von Karma was a force to be reckoned with, but now, face to face with the man, he wondered if becoming a prosecutor was worth it.

Wait a minute! Yes! Of course it was! It had to be. If Phoenix was going to determine what had happened to his former best friend and one-time savior Miles Edgeworth, he couldn’t let another prosecutor stand in his way.

Even an especially scary one.

So here he was, investigating. If anyone could tell Phoenix what had driven Edgeworth to the prosecutor’s bench, it would have to be Edgeworth’s mentor, right? Phoenix knew that much--that von Karma was Edgeworth’s mentor. Everyone did, but no one had been willing to tell Phoenix why. Maybe he’d get lucky here.

“E-er. Hello, sir. I’m Phoenix Wright. I’m, er, new around here, so...I’m, uh...I have a few questions for you. If you’re not busy, that is.”

Dammit, he hadn’t been able to keep the fear out of his voice. Phoenix was mentally smacking himself.

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Inter-Departmental Interactions

[wiingeddetective]

She chuckled to herself. He was adorable. “I see. Payne is….annoying.” Her smile wiped from her face. Her hand rested on his arm. “Sweetie, just relax. Take a deep breath. It’ll be okay. If you want to interject, you may. But please, do not give away anything to the defendant. I want the testimony not tainted. We will press for more information.” She of course was going to unravel any lies.

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Phoenix nodded and eyed the empty chair.

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After the defendant was cleared out, Phoenix turned to Angel. “You said earlier that you didn’t want to talk about Prosecutors Edgeworth and von Karma. How well do you know them?” God, this kid. He seems hopeful, as if anything he finds out here could be important.

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Inter-Departmental Interactions

[wiingeddetective]

Ah shit…He’s cute… She smirked, internally yelling at herself for her thoughts. She was going to have fun teasing him later. “Yes, I heard through the grapevine about you.” She froze up, her eyebrow twitched in annoyance. “It’d rather not discuss those two.”  She raised her eyebrow at him, seeing where he was sitting. “No…Sweetie… You sit next to me.” He was going to be fun.

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"Agh!" He blushed even more, not believing his mistake. He quickly got up and sat next to Angel. That's right. The defendant would sit there! What a dopey move. Perhaps it didn't help that he'd sat there before during his own trial. God dammit.

"Sorry...I've just...been here before. Not with you, obviously. With another interrogator and a man with a pompadour. Both of them m-made me cr--!" He clamped his mouth shut. Great. Now she'd think he was a dope and a wimp. What a way to start things off!

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Inter-Departmental Interactions

@confessionismss

Phoenix Wright was ecstatic.

His first investigation had gone smoothly. He took no joy in putting people behind bars the way some of his compatriots might, but the thrill of finding the real criminal, the one who deserved to end up there, the way some prosecutors preferred to help the detectives with…that was enough to make up for it.

He’d wondered if he wouldn’t be better off as a defense attorney, as they were the ones doing the actual protecting of possible innocents…but he’d come to a conclusion over his years of law school: if a prosecutor did their job right, no false accusations needed to be leveled in the first place. He’d wondered why he’d never thought of it that way before. The pain, the disgrace, the loneliness…they could all be directed at the right person from the start. Little him would never have had to be hurt if his teacher had been a better prosecutor…and so that was precisely what he was going to be.

Besides, he had an old friend to figure out, and working with him in the Prosecutor’s Office would give Phoenix more opportunities to interact with him than would just facing him as a defense attorney.

Thus, Phoenix followed behind the detective with his first defendant, preparing for the first round of interrogations. It wouldn’t be him doing them, of course–that would be the famed interrogator Angel Starr–but his case could easily benefit from the results. He waved to what he thought was Angel, smiling.

[wiingeddetective]

Angel leaned on the door frame, her arms crossed under her chest. She had heard rumors about a new rookie. Her head turned to the source of footsteps. She smiled at them, waving back at the man who waved at her. 

“Please, step in to my office.” Her hips swayed as she walked in to the room. She motioned to the chair on the other side of the desk. 

“Are you the rookie I’ve been hearing about? I’m Angel Starr… Interrogator. Also called the Cough-up Queen.” She winked. 

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Phoenix paused, blushing. "Y-you've heard of me?" He rubbed the back of his head, smiling. "I thought that was reserved for. You know. People with talent. Or at least a solid record. Like, you know, Prosecutor Edgeworth. Or Prosecutor von Karma."

The poor guy wasn't aware of how Edgeworth and von Karma had gotten those perfect records yet. He'd only spoken to the former once since getting hired, and he hadn't even met von Karma yet. He sat down, looking at Angel from across the desk.

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Inter-Departmental Interactions

@confessionismss

Phoenix Wright was ecstatic.

His first investigation had gone smoothly. He took no joy in putting people behind bars the way some of his compatriots might, but the thrill of finding the real criminal, the one who deserved to end up there, the way some prosecutors preferred to help the detectives with...that was enough to make up for it.

He’d wondered if he wouldn’t be better off as a defense attorney, as they were the ones doing the actual protecting of possible innocents...but he’d come to a conclusion over his years of law school: if a prosecutor did their job right, no false accusations needed to be leveled in the first place. He’d wondered why he’d never thought of it that way before. The pain, the disgrace, the loneliness...they could all be directed at the right person from the start. Little him would never have had to be hurt if his teacher had been a better prosecutor...and so that was precisely what he was going to be.

Besides, he had an old friend to figure out, and working with him in the Prosecutor’s Office would give Phoenix more opportunities to interact with him than would just facing him as a defense attorney.

Thus, Phoenix followed behind the detective with his first defendant, preparing for the first round of interrogations. It wouldn’t be him doing them, of course--that would be the famed interrogator Angel Starr--but his case could easily benefit from the results. He waved to what he thought was Angel, smiling.