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]

[Edgeworth takes a moment to record that, but it still doesn't quite answer his real question...]

I would have been shocked if that much changed. After all, both your idea of how best to address the matter of how best to deal with the desks and my own are paths toward the truth, and parallel ones at that.

[yatagarasu]

And that's why I'm your assistant! [She puts her hands on her hips, puffs up her chest, and draws herself up to full height proudly.]

[truthsnomiracle]

Nevertheless, I'd like to verify what form you'd like that assistance to take at the moment. (Getting her to actually state her views concerning the desks seems to be like pulling teeth. How am I supposed to verify her own success like this?)

[yatagarasu]

What form - ohhh!

[Kay snaps her fingers, and laughs.]

Duh, we gotta break into the desk drawers!

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth sighs in relief with a near-smile.]

Then it seems that you do still know rabbit season from duck season after all. Under the circumstances, I suppose allowing you to have your way on this point is only fair restitution.

[yatagarasu]

You gotta admit, it saves us the time we'd use looking for the keys!

[It's rabbit season.

Kay eagerly begins digging through her bag and finds a lock pick in no time at all.]

No lock is safe from the Yatagarasu! [And there she goes, eagerly sticking the lock pick into the first drawer she sees (which can be any locked drawer, really).]

[truthsnomiracle]

[The locks on these drawers don't seem to be all that difficult, if the one on the left-hand top drawer of the second desk is any indication. Once it pops open, inside Kay will find a drawer organizer with a number of tiny, clean, empty containers neatly sorted within it.

And this seems to grab Edgeworth's attention.]

Kay. Don't some of those containers look familiar to you?

[Specifically the bunch of plastic, two-centimeter-long vials with removable blue flip-tops. Which happen to all be dead ringers for another, crucial piece of evidence from well before this stage of the investigation... namely, the vial that held the poison.]

[yatagarasu]

[Kay herself is surprised when the first lock she opens clicks audibly after just a few wiggles of the lock pick. After she pulls out the drawer, she gasps, letting go of the handle abruptly as if it were on fire.]

They're...t-they look like the vial that had the poison!

[truthsnomiracle]

Precisely. Mere uncommon containers alone are circumstantial evidence, but this is a promising start. If we're fortunate, we'll find something more clearly incriminating as we continue our search.

[yatagarasu]

[Kay hurriedly keeps her lockpick and brings out her camera, snapping a photo of the containers in the drawer.]

You mean...like the actual poison?

[truthsnomiracle]

[While Edgeworth notes their existence in his organizer before taking out a tiny plastic bag — one about the size of a snack-sized bag cut in half from top to bottom.]

That would be the most decisive possibility, yes. Of course, even then, we might yet be taken by surprise in some way. After all, cases do occur in which someone with a motive is incited to take action when they would not have otherwise.

[yatagarasu]

[She stashes her camera back into her bag and draws out the lock pick again.]

Should I get started on the next drawer?

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth produces a pair of tweezers from his left pants pocket and uses it to place three of the containers into the tiny plastic bag he pulled out.]

Of course.

[The other locked drawer of the second desk contains many folded-over, metallic-looking plastic bags of the sort used to store unprotected electronic components, all different sizes and clearly holding various things.]

[yatagarasu]

[Kay quickly slides the lock pick neatly into the keyhole of the next drawer, and it takes some time and a bit of maneuvering to loosen this lock. But eventually she is opening this drawer again, and peering inside with interest.

Yet again the lock pick is swapped for the camera, and Kay snaps another photo.]

Look at this stuff, isn't it neat? It's like a collection that's complete!

Alas, I could not think of a natural-sounding tag that played off the lyrics further.

[truthsnomiracle]

How can you tell that when they're opaque, Kay?

[yatagarasu]

They look so neatly and identically packaged! Don't you just want to rip them open, one by one?

[truthsnomiracle]

OBJECTION!

[Edgeworth slams on the second desk, it being right in front of them.]

Damaging the containers could in turn damage the contents! If you wish to see whether any of them are evidence, open them discreetly.

[yatagarasu]

Geez, I never said I was really going to rip 'em apart...

[She pouts. Come on, Edgeworth, you know she was just messing around. But Kay does reach out for one package, turning it over and over in her hands as if searching for the best place to begin a decisive tear.]

[truthsnomiracle]

One does not joke about the treatment of evidence any more than one jokes about the treatment of babies.

[Kay will find that the bag is held shut by a simple piece of scotch tape.]

[yatagarasu]

Those are two different things! [Kay glances up at the ceiling briefly as if wondering how to deal with Edgeworth, then inspects the bag. It doesn't take long for her to notice the tape. With her fingernails she gently scrapes off a part of it, grasps the end, and slowly, very slowly and precisely, peels it off.]

[truthsnomiracle]

And yet, innocent lives are endangered by the mistreatment of either!

[Inside this bag, Kay will find a tiny circuit board of about the right size to be the innards of a USB thumb drive. Didn't they discuss the possibility of something of that nature being a type of potential evidence to look out for earlier?]

[yatagarasu]

Calm down, Mr. Edgeworth, I'm not ripping it up. See?

[After peeling off enough of the tape, she opens the bag, and shows the contents to him before quickly drawing the bag to herself and digging out the tiny circuit board with careful, gloved fingers.]

This looks like it came out of a USB drive!

Sorry about the delay!

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth peers at the tiny circuit board with intense thoughtfulness.]

Is that the same sort of long-term storage used in the headphones? Our prior discussion didn't make it clear, though it appears to be sufficiently small for that purpose.

[A quick check of the schematics should confirm that yes, what the headphones use for long-term storage basically boils down to this. And Edgeworth did propose the possibility of swapping out that part earlier in favor of one with orders already recorded on it...]

[yatagarasu]

[Kay nods, twirling the circuit board deftly in her fingers. To her credit, it doesn't fall to the floor or slip from her grasp.]

Probably. Storage gets smaller and smaller nowadays. Who knows, one day you could fit your entire autobiography in a chip the size of a speck of dust?

1/2

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth grins at Kay's confirmation, not even fazed by her twirl of the potential evidence. Her further comments prompt a doubtful look, however.]

Would that not be prohibitively small? One must at least be able to easily hold and manipulate an object for it to be of use.

(Aside from which, would there really be any use for a book about my life that would outweigh the loss of privacy?)