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she spreads her wings and takes to the skies.
Open Post: The Kay Faraday Edition
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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.
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Future AU
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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
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Mask or Menace
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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!
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...For five seconds, however, nothing seems to happen...
...but then, the near-imperceptible sound of rushing blood in Kay's ears gradually seems to take on a secondary, lower tone. It blends in with Kay's own natural sounds so perfectly that it creates the illusion of the new sound coming not from the headphones, but within her. The two whooshing sounds combined seem to create a faint warbling third "sound" between them, a side-effect of how their pitches interact.
After a few seconds of this, the twinned sound gradually grows somewhat louder, seemingly almost begging to be focused on...]
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The prosecutor takes a breath, then glances down at the walkie-talkie — just as its light changes from yellow to green. He presses the button on it as he raises it close to his mouth; unlike the normal kind of walkie-talkie Kay mimicked earlier, there isn't a burst of static when he does so. Summoning the fighting spirit he's filled with in the courtroom, Edgeworth makes a simple request in a decisive tone:]
Raise your hand.
[He would have asked for a nod, but no sense in risking interfering with how the headset is seated. Also, there's no sense in adding "if you can hear me"; it's already been established that the headphones cut off all outside noise, and if she can't hear him, she wouldn't respond anyway.
...What Kay hears alongside the "static" is definitely those words in Edgeworth's voice, but a number of subtle alterations have been made in the version she hears. The request, already commanding in tone, is superhumanly so after processing, yet has also had a faint soothing quality added.
What's more, the automatic sound mixing causes two other things to happen. The higher of the two whooshing sounds drops almost imperceptibly in pitch as soon as he speaks, faintly altering the illusory third sound as well to a lower tone; and the voice itself is automatically balanced with the existing natural sound to make them seem almost as thing they belong together. Is Edgeworth's voice being carried by the static like a boat on the waves, emerging from within it, or something else entirely?]
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Her hand goes up mechanically like that of a tentative schoolgirl, her gaze still impassive.]
Have a bit more to react to at once. ;)
You'll find that it's now easy to keep your hand in the air... as though a soft, wide silk ribbon attached to a large, helium-filled balloon were tied to your wrist. ...Its pull is over half your entire weight... more than enough to suspend your arm... and yet the wide silk ribbon acts to gently cradle your wrist... making it easy to relax as your arm is suspended.
(Naturally, Kay will still be holding her arm up herself, yet allegedly, she won't be aware of this nor that that the effort is exhausting her — which, in turn, would in theory allow the conclusion of this exercise to work. There is still more to be done, however... as ridiculous as the idea that the next part will work strikes me. And yet, such nonsense is supposed to seem perfectly logical to someone in such a state. I suppose there's only one way to find out.)
[Edgeworth pauses for several seconds, watching Kay's expression and arm for any signs of change, then continues with what he's reconstructing from his skim of this portion of Erickson's notes:]
Hanging from the portion of the soft, wide ribbon between your wrist and the large, strong balloon... are various light plastic bags tied to it at intervals. ...You can fill these bags with as many of your fears, doubts, anxieties, and worries as you like... just by willing it so. In this way, they will hang apart from you... burdening the balloon instead of you.
(If anything will strike her as so implausible that she'll snap out of it, this aspect will be it. It seems like the sort of thing that would only make sense in a dream, if that. If by some chance it does work, however, the imagery of burdening the balloon further should serve to explain away why it would be more difficult for her hand to hang in the air by now.)
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She tilts her head back as if surveying an invisible balloon, no doubt focusing on the equally invisible bags tied to the also invisible ribbon, her face rapt. The rest of her relaxes, but her hand and arm twitch.
The silence and acquiescence from her is almost eerie.]
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The ribbon's tie to your wrist... is the only thing preventing the balloon... and all the bags tied to the balloon... and any troubles you've placed within those bags... from simply floating away. In a moment, I intend to cut the ribbon... freeing your arm to fall to your side... and freeing the balloon to carry your troubles away. ...When your arm reaches its lowest point... a wave of relaxation will surge from your arm... through your whole body... and into your brain... so you can even more easily accept my voice.
(The exhaustion in her arm will serve as a rather plausible beginning for that "wave of relaxation". I wonder how much of this, if any of it, she'll realize after I return her to normal. For that matter, while a second session will be necessary in order to fully test the possibilities inherent in this invention, I'll want to reaffirm her permission before doing any such thing.)
I will count down from five to zero. ...With each number, you'll trust me more. ...When I reach zero, I'll cut the ribbon at a point near your wrist. ...Your arm will drop, and the balloon and all else attached to it will rise... and float away... as everything within you relaxes.
Five... four... three... two... one... zero.
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He counts down...and the moment he says, "zero", her arm drops predictably as she exhales, her eyes half-closing as her posture relaxes. Kay raises her head slightly, as if watching the balloon carry away her troubles, before focusing on Edgeworth again.]
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At this moment... through your desire to assist me... I have access to all your knowledge... from the most pointless trivia... to your most basic understanding of reality. ...As though your mind were a library... and you were the librarian... here to assist me. ...I need only request a fact... and you shall give it to me.
(Given her persistent love of the idea of being my "assistant", framing her role in this in terms of "assistance" ought to make the idea of doing as I say seem even more appropriate.)
Much like any library... at this time... a fact could even be taken out of your mind... though given time, anyone trustworthy... will always return such a fact to you... where it belongs. ...While a fact is gone... all references to it are stolen from your memories... almost as though you never knew it. ...Trying to think of the fact... and trying to relearn the fact... will just draw a blank... since your ability to be aware of it has been taken... so only the person who took the fact... can give it back to you. ...You trust me enough... to assist me... in taking a fact from your mind... which I will return later... do you not?
(Supposedly, phrasing a suggestion as a question in this particular way will both weaken resistance to it and prompt a response. As for the action itself, I can't help but imagine that Kay would appreciate my plan of temporarily "stealing" her name; even if not, the promise both explicit and metaphorically implied of an inevitable return should reassure her, particularly as I plan for her to remember this first session.)
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She continues staring at him fixedly, with almost no emotion visible on her features. Yes, her mind was a library. Yes, she has organized it, and yes, she would give him any fact he requested. Kay doesn't even leaf through all the facts he might ask from her or wonder what he might even choose. As far as she knew, she was at his disposal and will give him whatever he asked.
Assisting him. Yes, that was an accurate way of putting it.
There are no doubts, no qualms, no complaints about Edgeworth taking a fact and completely erasing it from her memory while it is his. Kay is completely silent, and when he stops talking, she nods languidly as if about to fall asleep, except that her eyes remain open - a bit more open now, alert and waiting for whatever he would take from her mind.]
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[With no more consideration than that, Edgeworth moves on with an even firmer statement than he's already been issuing, made even more so by the sound editing like everything else so far:]
Give me the knowledge of your name. ...At the latest, I shall return it tonight while you sleep... though I may choose to return it sooner. ...That choice is mine alone.
[No sense in risking her forgetting her name for an extended period because he forgot to explicitly return it, after all.
Edgeworth pauses to allow Kay to process that command and its supporting suggestions, even to interact with him if putting a motion to the mental action makes sense to her.]
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Kay recites the title of that book mechanically, in a voice devoid of emotion. It's almost as if she really was just reading the title of a book out loud in class.]
Kay Faraday.
[There is no hesitation. No other comment. Her face changes little.]
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(It's surreal to think that this could be the case.)
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Yes. I don't remember.
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And that is all that will escape your memory... about your experience... since donning the headphones. ...Everything else that has happened... will be crisp and clear... and you'll find it easy... to describe and discuss it... with whomever you choose... once you've emerged from this state. ...Every thought, feeling, perception, belief, and impulse... that you've had since the headphones were placed on you... until the time you return to normal alertness... will easily be remembered... except the one piece you forgot... and when the related fact is returned to you... you will also remember that part... just as clearly.
[Edgeworth allows a moment to let that sink in, then continues.]
In a moment... I intend to turn off the headphones. ...When I do so... you will begin to awaken... as though from a long, refreshing nap. ...After that... I shall remove the headphones... and you will begin to grow aware of your surroundings. ...Finally, I will snap my fingers... and you'll immediately become alert... with clear memories of most of this experience... except the one detail you forgot... and you'll remember what doubt and objectivity and questions are... and how to use them.
(Quite frankly, given her behavior during this session, those last details seem rather necessary to spell out.)
[Those final instructions having been given, Edgeworth turns the walkie-talkie off, waits a few seconds, then turns the headphones off. After waiting several seconds more, the prosecutor carefully removes the inactive headphones from Kay's ears. He then carefully sets both objects back in their respective chargers, where they originally found them. Once he's satisfied, he returns to where he was standing before and snaps his fingers.]
ugh phone tagging
She blinks, the blank look in her eyes replaced by a groggy one. Her voice is no longer flat, but sleepy.]
Huh… [Kay rubs her eyes. When Edgeworth removes the headphones from her ears, she glances this way and that as if realizing that it wasn't just Edgeworth in the room, but a lot of other things. It was all familiar, somehow.
And when he snaps his fingers, Kay shakes her head to clear it, and everything but her name comes rushing back into her head like a breaking wave.]
Whoa…!
/patpat
Are you all right?
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Yeah. [Kay stretches her arms, more notably the one that had been holding the imaginary balloon.] So that's what those things do...
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Indeed, I was hoping you'd describe the experience.
[And of course, the prosecutor takes his organizer back out.]
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I heard a weird noise, like static, in the headphones. Then it became lower...and somehow, the regular static and the lower static combined and when I heard it, I couldn't resist listening to it.
...I heard your voice, and something about it...I had to obey everything you said. I felt like that was what was important to me.
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(So my impression was correct — it does involve a complex interplay of factors. I should press her for more details about those factors.)
Concerning the combined static you mentioned, you appeared blank a short time after I turned on the headphones, before I even had the chance to speak. I presume that was when you were drawn in by that combination. Can you describe the combination, its irresistibility, or anything else you began to experience at that moment?
(Hopefully thinking too much about it won't send her back into a trance. I do recall having noticed references to focusing on prior hypnotic experiences as a means of becoming hypnotized again in the notes...)
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That's right. Umm...it's like it was filling my ears. It was all I could hear... [Her voice trails off and she stares into space for a moment.]
So I listened to it. Maybe...if I heard anything else outside of it, I might've been distracted.
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Stay alert! I need an objective report!
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I am awake! And you got what I said, right?
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