she spreads her wings and takes to the skies.

[yatagarasu]

Open Post: The Kay Faraday Edition
This is my permanent Kay Faraday open post. Spam me with prompts, picture prompts, AUs, and the like. Indicate canon point or universe when necessary. Please note that I don't do slash, smut, anything sexual or anything overly and excessively violent.
Canon	Future AU
Choose a canon point, any canon point! Even from AAI2, why not.	7-8 years later, AJ/DD era. Prosecutor who studied under Miles Edgeworth. Still hyper and makes thief jokes. Still the Yatagarasu.
Somarium	Mask or Menace
Lived with Edgeworth and Stitch. Recruited Ema, Trucy and Maya into the Yatagarasu. 19 years old. Had college plans.	Can command and talk to crows, replicate voices and sounds perfectly, and use Charter Magic. Juror for Teen Court.

Badger get!

code by cawaii

Comments

[truthsnomiracle]

(That wasn't quite what I meant by "other angles of investigation", but if she believes she has any promising leads concerning passwords for the encrypted files, then I see no reason to object. The bookmarks aren't going anywhere any more than the encrypted files are, after all, even if they are more easily accessed.)

[As rash as Kay could be, after all, she at least didn't seem the type to do something drastic to a computer in frustration or anger.

Edgeworth soon resumes his flipping through the various folders in the drawer, eventually pausing at one in particular.]

[yatagarasu]

[Kay's fingers fly across the keyboard as she attempts to crack the files and folders. She attempts to extract some files, only to be met with a dialog box asking for a password.]

Maybe this password is related to the first one, at least...?

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth grins like a cat having spied a mouse as he pulls a sheet of paper covered in various nonsensical strings of characters, each twelve characters long, from the folder he paused at.]

If this is what it appears it could be, then you should have less work to do than before.

[The prosecutor wastes no time in holding the paper up so Kay can reach it easily.]

[yatagarasu]

[Kay leans away from the computer to get a glimpse of what Edgeworth is holding up. Slowly, realization and triumph dawn upon her face, and she pumps an energetic fist in to the air.]

Awesome! You hit the jackpot, Mr. Edgeworth!

[truthsnomiracle]

Of course. Most people can only memorize so many passwords, after all.

[There is one downside to this document, however: there's no indication of what password goes with what. It's just a two-column, double-spaced series of twelve-character strings.]

[yatagarasu]

[Kay extends a hand for the paper.]

D'you have a pen? [Process of elimination time!]

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth immediately pauses in his search to pull a pen out of an inner blazer pocket and hand it up to Kay.]

Am I ever without one? I presume your intention is to indicate which file goes with which password once you figure out the proper associations.

[There are a lot of passwords, after all, and enough files in those hidden folders that there's probably close to a 1:1 ratio of passwords to encrypted files...]

[yatagarasu]

[Kay nods.]

Yup! I'll have to try them one by one. I'll let you know when I'm done. [She places the paper and pen near the keyboard, points to her eyes, and then points to the monitor.]

It's just you and me! I'll have you spilling your secrets in no time!

[truthsnomiracle]

(Can she not keep declarations aimed at inanimate objects to inner monologue like a normal person?)

[Rather than voicing any of this, however, Edgeworth continues searching through the drawer where he found the probable sheet of passwords, just in case anything else incriminating can be found within.]

[yatagarasu]

[At least after that, Edgeworth will hear only the sound of typing, and then occasionally, the sound of a pen writing on paper as she cracks all these encrypted files and folders.

Kay plans on taking them down all at once before telling Edgeworth she's done.]

Running off of a Plurk clarification...

[truthsnomiracle]

[The "subjects" folder's encrypted files are quite interesting indeed. One file appears to consist of various sets of notes concerning the speech patterns of various people, including Mr. Condon. Another, older file is a list of various people with contact information and their association with Ms. Gusse listed. A similar, newer file has also been compiled with a focus on Mr. Condon's contacts instead.

Meanwhile, Edgeworth reaches the back of the drawer he's looking through. Rather than disturbing Kay by moving past her to reach the drawer on her lower right in the first desk, he turns to focus his attention on the third desk's lower drawers instead to allow her more space.]

[yatagarasu]

[After four quick tries, Kay manages to find the password for the subjects folder, and begins looking through the files, opening almost every single one she finds.]

Mr. Edgeworth, look! He was studying people's speech patterns!

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth stands and turns, then glares at the screen.]

Given that such information isn't normal to study yet can be used to enhance efforts at manipulation, that's certainly suspicious. Excellent work, Kay.

[yatagarasu]

Well, you did find the passwords, so...

[Kay clears her throat, imitating Edgeworth's tone as best she can.]

Excellent work, Mr. Edgeworth.

[truthsnomiracle]

Hmph. That was nothing more than a display of persistence. Anyone could have found them under the circumstances.

[yatagarasu]

But why isn't it normal to study how people talk? Don't other people do that...just not for hypnosis? [As she speaks, she opens the file with Mr. Condon's contacts.]

[truthsnomiracle]

Unfortunately, I can offer little better than a tautology as a response — most people simply see no need to do such a thing. Its presence is abnormal simply because of its widespread absence in the world at large. As such, we cannot decisively prove that this wasn't some mere quirk of Mr. Erickson's. It's circumstantial evidence at best, and can only be established to be so as part of the greater context of his work.

[The file with Mr. Condon's contacts contains about three dozen names with attendant contact information (or notes about unavailability of certain pieces of information) and listed relationship with Mr. Condon. About 60% of them are family members, but among those who aren't family, one name stands out: Goldie Gusse.]

[yatagarasu]

You mean...maybe he had a degree in linguistics or something.

[Kay squints at the contacts. The names are unfamiliar to her...but Mr. Condon is definitely not unfamiliar, and somehow, all these people had links to him.

Including...ah!]

Hey, these are Mr. Condon's contacts, and everyone is somehow linked to him...but why is Miss Gusse in the list too?

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth glares at the screen again at Kay's words, then taps his head and smirks.]

Mr. Condon may have had no motive to kill Ms. Gusse, but they were acquainted. The crime scene was Ms. Gusse's own house, after all, and few people allow strangers over to eat with them. The more important questions to consider are twofold: why would a list of contacts for Mr. Condon be on Mr. Erickson's computer in the first place, and how precisely did he obtain this information?

[yatagarasu]

...Do you think Mr. Erickson hypnotized it all out of Mr. Condon?

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth considers this for a moment.]

I don't think we yet have enough information to say. Perhaps further evidence concerning the matter is yet to be found.

[yatagarasu]

You mean I should start looking into the rest of these folders, right? Now that we know he's been keeping tabs on Mr. Condon and people close to him...and Miss Gusse, we have to tie everything together, don't we?

[truthsnomiracle]

Do you mean to say that there's a file of this sort for Ms. Gusse's contacts as well?

[Given that there is, and it's the older of the two lists...]

[yatagarasu]

...Yes, there is! [Kay opens it up.] According to the date on this file, it's older. Mr. Erickson compiled those contacts before doing Mr. Condon's!

[truthsnomiracle]

I see...

[Edgeworth thinks for a moment, then smirks.]

The evidence thus far suggests the possibility that Mr. Condon was hypnotized into taking the actions he did through the use of the headphones. However, Ms. Gusse was the one Mr. Erickson had a grudge against; there's currently no evidence that Mr. Erickson saw Mr. Condon as anything more than a tool to be used. Given that, it's entirely possible that the files are dated as they are because Mr. Erickson only learned of Mr. Condon while investigating potential candidates for the role of unwitting assassin. Upon deciding on him, he then investigated indirect ways to reach his patsy-to-be.