himagsikan | she spreads her wings and takes to the skies.

There is more in need of investigation, but most of that can be done just as efficiently after I give your name back.

[Edgeworth readies his organizer and pen again.]

Before I do that, though, I would appreciate an account of what that absence is like.

[Kay frowns in thought, folds one arm over her chest, rests her opposite elbow on it, and rests her chin on her fist.]

You told me I'd forget my name...so I did. I didn't notice anything was gone until you reminded me, and then when I went through everything I could remember, I found...nothing.

You know that feeling you have when something's on the tip of your tongue but you can't figure out what it is? It's that feeling, only I have absolutely no clue what my name is. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.

[Mild concern and curiosity are visible in Edgeworth's eyes as he begins taking dictation again.]

(Huh. Does she not remember that she specifically "gave" it to me by saying something? I only hope that simply saying her name in return will work despite that, given that it was the method she chose for giving it away.)

[Once he finishes writing, though, the prosecutor clears his throat and grins confidently, then declares authoritatively:]

Then you may have it back, Kay Faraday.

[There is a flash of confusion and then recognition in Kay's eyes as he says that.]

...There we go, thanks!

You're most welcome. Now, is there anything else notable about your experiences while wearing the headphones that I've failed to ask you about?

Hmmm... [Kay racks her brain for anything else.] I can't think of anything, but if you do, just let me know.

Me, Kay Faraday, your assistant, and the Great Thief Yatagarasu! [She just wanted to say her name again, okay.]

[An entirely understandable impulse to Edgeworth.]

(The absence of her name must have been more disconcerting than she wished to admit.)

[The prosecutor stops to flip through Kay's statements thus far, then looks back up from his organizer.]

From your perspective, has anything changed between the time before I placed the headphones on you and your awakening afterward? For that matter, have you noticed any changes in your perspective itself?

(This seems unlikely to yield any useful answers, but I may as well ask.)

My...perspective? How I saw things?

...I don't think so. When I woke up from being hypnotized, it was like...everything was back to normal.

Good. It would have been... unfortunate if you had grown so trusting of me even after the fact that your ability to consent would be thrown into question.

[One's mind is sacred, OK?

In any case, Edgeworth writes a bit more down before pocketing his organizer and pen again.]

As things currently stand, the probability that Kain Condon was telling the full truth as he understood it has been shown to be far higher than it first appeared. However, we still lack decisive proof that what he did was, in fact, mere following of a suggestion he was unaware of planted by either Mr. Erickson or an intermediary. For that matter, while I currently believe that it would be possible through this system to plant a suggestion of that type, there's still sufficient room for doubt that I see room for that line of argument to be shot down.

Yeah, you could tell me to do something like pursue a major in math in college, and I'd do it! [She shudders.]

Anyway...what do we do now?

(I believe you would make a far better reporter than a mathematician, but that's beside the point.)

For the moment, we should search this cabin further in the hope that we may find evidence of Mr. Erickson's involvement, either directly or through an accomplice. Certainly he has the motive; we're only legally allowed to search here at all because of that very motive combined with the decisive lack of one on the part of Mr. Condon.

Thus far, we've discovered something highly likely to have provided Mr. Erickson with half of the means as well. However, we need decisive proof that he either met with Mr. Condon or arranged for someone else to do so, and that either he or whatever accomplice he may have has access to the poison.

Edited (Typo) 2014-11-07 11:34 (UTC)

I'm on it!

[Kay gives him a snappy salute.]

Looks like we'll have to turn the rest of these desks upside-down!

Indeed, we haven't checked the drawers yet. For that matter, the computer may have files on it which would serve as evidence, or there may be evidence in one of the other rooms.

[There are doors to either side of the large, unused fireplace at the far end of the room, after all.]

[Kay looks at the drawers, and then at the other rooms, excitedly anticipating using a thief skill again.]

Is it lockpicking time again?

Only if a drawer proves to be locked and the key is nowhere to be found. As you might notice, only the two topmost drawers of each of the three desks even has a lock to begin with. Until and unless one proves to be locked, I would rather that you focus on searching the computer for any suspicious files.

[Because truth knows he doesn't know much about computer security beyond how to set a hidden flag. Helpful for those incriminating Steel Samurai-related files and folders, that.]

[She nods. A good jiggling around with a lockpick should loosen those babies up, but when Edgeworth mentions the computer, she promptly shifts her attention to it.]

You mean decisive evidence that ties Mr. Erickson to the case and proves that these hypnotism tricks were used on Mr. Condon?

Precisely. Any sorts of "locks" that might exist there, I doubt we would find or recognize the proper "key" for so readily.

[And with that task assigned to Kay, Edgeworth starts looking through the bottom drawers of the second desk.]

[Kay looks over the computer, quickly locates the power switch, and flicks it on. The screen comes alive...and needless to say, the first thing it asks for is a password.]

I'm guessing Mr. Erickson isn't the type to just use "password" as his password.

[She begins typing possible passwords into the space, but all of them are denied so far.]

[Edgeworth leafs through various folders in a large drawer, seeing if anything stands out as potentially relevant or incriminating.]

I would imagine not, no. However, terms from the various papers here might serve as additional low-hanging fruit.

[She nods and keeps typing.]

"Noskcire" doesn't work...or "revenge"...or "hypnotist"...and what if he actually added numbers at the end?

[Edgeworth pauses to look at one folder briefly, but returns to flipping through more quickly.]

I don't suppose there's a specific minimum or maximum number of characters that applies in this case? At the very least, I've noticed such things specified on websites that call for passwords.

[After that comment, Edgeworth closes the drawer he was looking through and opens the opposite one on that desk.]

[Kay frowns, then holds down one key and glances at Edgeworth.]

It shouldn't be longer than 12 characters. I've never heard of one-character or two-character passwords, and three is also pretty short...

Huh. I've never encountered any situation in which one was allowed to have a password shorter than six characters.

[As Edgeworth keeps looking through the drawer he's currently on, he begins to look mildly annoyed.]

Nngh... perhaps all relevant printed material was already atop the desks. Why are so many people so poorly organized?

Yeah, six is usually the minimum. Not sure if - [Kay presses the enter key.] Oh, four is too short. [She hits it again.] So is five...and six.

Six to twelve characters! Maybe something that means a lot to him! His birthday? His favorite color?

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.

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