ACE ATTORNEY AU

[enigmaster]

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[agoodname]

[the whole thing is honestly so demeaning. Oswald flips through the case file as he waits at the table in the detention center, casually leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other. Fish's words flicker through his mind as he looks through it, her sharp-eyed look trained on him-- "It's your own fault, you know that. You chose to open your big mouth and critique Meroni's prosecuting style as "boorish and akin to a rhinoceros." And correct as you may be...he holds more power over you. So time for you to take your licks to appease his ego." She'd thrown a file across her desk to him, which he'd taken up, started to protest, and was promptly shut down. "Yes, it's a public case. Murder. Fairly straightforward." Chin propped on her hand, she had regarded him cooly. "It's boring, dull, and below you. But get it done, act contrite, and you'll be back to handling the bigger cases sooner than you think." Oswald had stormed out, file clenched in his fist. After a short (ten minute) review of the documents, he was grabbing his coat and heading towards the detention hall. It looked like a very open and shut case, and Oswald was already frustrated and bored with it. He continues to be bored with it as he reviews the case files and what little evidence has already been collected. Right. Best just to interview this guy, collect his evidence, and get it over with.]

[enigmaster]

[In a few more moments, though, if Oswald looks up from flipping through the files, he'll realize he's not alone. The guy he's supposed to be interviewing has, in fact, entered and taken a seat. ...When'd that happen? He looks... well, he kind of manages to look a little bored with this as well, despite being in big trouble and by all rights should be scared out of his mind. Bored, but... in a very calm manner. Almost a blank expression. The only actual sign of stress are some dark circles under his eyes.]

[agoodname]

[interesting. Oswald blinks, once, and then lazily closes the file.] Good afternoon, Mr. Nygma. I'm Oswald Cobblepot, the prosecuting attorney.

[enigmaster]

Oh. [That's the only response Oswald is going to get, as Edward just kind of... keeps looking at him.]

[agoodname]

So. [Oswald tosses the file onto the table, folding his arms across his chest] I'll be asking you a few questions, then I probably won't see you again until we're in court. [if he sounds bored it's because he is.]

[enigmaster]

Mhm. [Yeah, no, he's with you there, Oswald. Edward is still just sort of staring blankly ahead. ...Not much of a talker, this one.]

[agoodname]

Well, I can tell this is going to be an exciting afternoon. [drawled, sarcastic. And Oswald sighs a bit] You don't seem particularly bothered either way.

[enigmaster]

Should I be? [He tilts his head slightly.] It isn't as if we don't both already know how this is going to go.

[agoodname]

[Ah. One of those.] Oh? How's that?

[enigmaster]

You're going to ask your questions, the answers to which don't especially matter. Then we'll go to court, at which point you'll easily win, I'm sure. And then I go to jail. ...I think I have that about right, yes?

[agoodname]

[Oswald hums a bit] Generally, yes. Though despite this, you've still decided to state that you're not guilty.

[enigmaster]

Well. I will be under oath in there. [He's not supposed to lie.]

[agoodname]

[....huh] And I suppose your lawyer has evidence to prove that you aren't guilty? [now he's mildly curious. But only mildly.]

[enigmaster]

I don't believe I'm supposed to answer that. Though it seems calling him a lawyer is a bit of a stretch, isn't it? [Appointed by the court. It's not a great defense.] I am accused of murder. I simply figured I shouldn't add perjury into the mix too.

[agoodname]

[Oswald's eyes narrow slightly...and he studies Mr. E.Nygma for a minute] ...rather suitable name you've got, isn't it?

[enigmaster]

I suppose. [So he's been told, a few times, though generally in far ruder ways.]

[agoodname]

[he chuckles a bit at that, before pushing to his feet] Well. On second thought, I don't think I have much to ask. [he reaches out to take the folder] But I might back later. Who knows. You're certainly interesting, Mr. Enigma.

[enigmaster]

I'm sure it will be the highlight of my day. [Dry. Tired.] ...Could I ask you something, maybe? Before you go.

[agoodname]

[he pauses at that, curious] Certainly.

[enigmaster]

Did you know Mr. Grant was lying to you?

[agoodname]

[And Oswald freezes. He stares at Edward for a moment, blinking once] ....how do you mean?

[enigmaster]

When he told you he was guilty. He was actually covering for his sister. [He tilts his head slightly, curiously.] I was just wondering if you knew or not.

[agoodname]

[. . . . . . . . .] ....I wasn't aware, no. [he leans in a bit, mildly curious] though I'm curious as to why you think so.

[enigmaster]

[Edward glances over Oswald's shoulder at something, locking his gaze on... something.] ...Intuition.

[agoodname]

[Oswald's eyes narrow, slightly. He stares at Edward's expression, at where he's looking. He doesn't look behind him.] That's an interesting kind of intuition you have, there.