auste, you haven't even finished the game!!! (a sebastian debeste open post)

[ineptitudes]

[OKAY I HAVEN'T PUT MORE ICONS IN YET but if you want to help me voice test this doofus, go for it! I have prompts but if you have any more ideas, chuck them at me and let's do this thing!

I've been spoiled on a few things about the last case, which is where I am, but nnnno more spoilers for now, please. I've finished up to Beginning, Part 2 of AAI2-5 and I'll be very slow in finishing because ew law school hahaha.

NEVER MIND I'M DONE WITH THE GAME.]

PROMPT A: 

[Sebastian is hanging out near one of the courthouse vending machines, pointing to various items for sale on the display with his baton. He squints...really hard...at the prices.]

Six dollars for two Swiss rolls? Maybe...maybe they're the best Swiss rolls, that's why they're expensive!

[He starts digging in his pockets for cash. Hopefully he didn't forget his wallet at home. Hopefully. But from the way he's frantically rooting around in every pocket he has - those in his pants, even those in his special red jacket - one can tell that there's really no hope. Sebastian has even started to mumble to himself.]

Mmmnnn...

PROMPT B:

[Or you might find him on a crime scene. There has been a break-in at the nearest jewelry store, and Sebastian has been placed in charge of the case. He crouches down to look at the shattered glass on the sidewalk, which has some ripped pieces of cloth with a green swirling cloud pattern on them mixed in. Police are milling about, the media are hungry for a scoop (uh-oh) and the whole place is a bustling hub of activity. Sebastian is animatedly talking about the case (probably with you, or with the officers who have subjected themselves to his conversation) but he may get some of his words wrong, as always.]

This is a case of wrecking and bantering - um, I mean...

[Breaking and entering, Sebastian.]

PROMPT C:

[If you want to be the best, you have to study like the rest. Sebastian is at the law section of the library, piling up book after book in his arms with a strange, dogged determination. Law books, however, happen to be very thick and heavy things, so he is beginning to teeter as he tries to maintain his balance. Nonetheless, he continues walking on, pulling out more volumes with only cursory looks at their spines]

Unnhhh...aaah...

[Sebastian staggers out of the shelves, waddling like a duck until he trips and falls, scattering books everywhere.]

Oh no!

[That "oh no" is loud enough to make the entire library (including you?) shush him soundly. Ohhh, the humiliation. His face is turning red as he scrambles to pick everything up again.]

WILDCARD!

[Throw me a prompt and let's see what we can do! Unfortunately I'm not interested in shipping, and this child is underage.]

Comments

A

[spiritofjustice]

[And here comes one detective, running towards the vending machine as fast as his legs can carry him. He looks like he's almost in a panic and once he reaches the machine, he comes to a clumsy, skidding halt.]

You there! Out of my way! [Gasp, wheeze. One hand goes to his side to clutch it.] S-swiss rolls! I need swiss rolls, now!

[ineptitudes]

What?!

[Sebastian whips around and takes a step away in case this guy suddenly slams into him, although he doesn't step so far that he loses his place in front of the vending machine. He was here first, after all.]

Hey, I was in line first! I just... [He makes a big show of turning his pockets inside out.] ...need to find my wallet!

[spiritofjustice]

[Bobby casts a glance over his shoulder to peer down the hall in an antsy manner, then jogs in place for a few seconds.]

Then... Then find it! This is a matter of great justice! [Though, even a task as mundane as brushing his teeth is a matter of 'great justice' in Bobby's eyes, so...]

[ineptitudes]

I got something!

[He triumphantly whips out his wallet, and it nearly falls to the floor in his excitement. Still, he quickly begins counting out the dollar bills for the machine and feeding the money into the slot.]

What do you mean, great justice? Maybe these Swiss rolls are great, but...

[Greatly overpriced, yes, but even Sebastian isn't sure where the great justice is.]

[spiritofjustice]

[Don't worry, Sebastian. Bobby is virtually immune to the sight of clumsiness, as he gets that all the time from... well, himself. He watches as the machine sucks up those crisp bills.]

They are great, yes! The best snack in the machine, even, and I've got one hungry prosecutor who's waiting for them!

[Prosecutor Blackquill gave him thirty seconds to run from the prosecutor's lobby to the vending machine and back. How much time has passed already? He checks his watch. A pointless gesture, really, as it isn't running.]

[ineptitudes]

A prosecutor likes these, huh? And they're really the best?

[Once the last bill enters the slot, one pack of Swiss rolls tumbles down into the metal hatch. Sebastian's hand shoots out for the pack as if he expects Bobby to make a grab for it as well.

He looks pretty pleased with himself as he stares at his prize.]

I'm the best prosecutor, so this is all accordion to plan! [Accordion...really?]

C

[truthsnomiracle]

[It may seem, at first, as though Edgeworth is more concerned with damage to the books than with damage to the youth who was carrying them, given that he scrambles to try to grab some of those that flew particularly far rather than heading straight for Sebastian. However, his very next action after kneeling next to some fallen books is to hiss at the junior prosecutor even while picking books up:]

You are a prosecutor, not an athlete! You shouldn't strain yourself in unnecessary ways!

[...Perhaps he cares about more than the books after all.]

[ineptitudes]

[He still can't believe the racket he made, what with the crashing books and the particularly loud and somewhat shrill "Oh no!"

Edgeworth is hard to miss, especially when he gets down to pick up some of the books farther away from Sebastian, who blinks in surprise when he sees the older proscutor.]

P-Prosecutor Edgeworth! [A nearby library patron shushes him yet again. Sebastian flinches, then remembers to lower his voice as he stacks up the books he has retrieved.] I-I'm sorry!

[truthsnomiracle]

Apologize to yourself. [How can Edgeworth still sound that firm with a lowered voice?] You did not endanger me with your needless risk. Are you all right?

[Even as Edgeworth asks his question, he begins to examine the farther-flung books for damage.]

1/2

[ineptitudes]

[There is a moment of silence as if Sebastian is really mentally apologizing to himself, then he lifts the stack of books up slowly. At least this stack is a smaller, more manageable one than the huge tower he tried to carry previously.]

Huh? Yeah, I'm okay...

[ineptitudes]

[Once he has straightened up, he regains his composure, no longer red in the face. His expression is a little smugger, though.]

O-Of course I'm okay. I'm the best, aren't I?

[truthsnomiracle]

You are here specifically to alleviate that not being the case.

[No mincing words here, it seems — but on the other hand, his tone is matter-of-fact and not accusatory.]

Anyway, I'll need a moment to assess any damage to these books. [He gestures to those he himself has gathered, and the last two on the floor.] Once I've done that, I'll carry them to your table.

[ineptitudes]

Aviate? What does that have to do with planes?

[Sebastian blinks, lugging his books toward his table. Thankfully, it is close by...and very noticeable thanks to more stacks of books on it. It almost looks like he's purposely building a book fort.]

B; pretend I don't only have grumpy, post-prison icons oops

[blackquillsays]

[ For whatever reason, it's Blackquill's turn to accompany this young prosecutor on his case. Edgeworth apparently wants someone to look after Sebastian where possible and help him become a prosecutor worthy of the badge, but he can't be there all the time for the bumbling man. Unfortunately, there's also not many people with the patience to deal with Sebastian, and that's why Blackquill happened to get the duty today.

He huffs and folds his arms, giving an impression of exasperation. However, his tone is much milder when he corrects the younger man. ]

I believe you mean 'breaking and entering', Sebastian.

OH NO...non-grumpy non-prison Blackquill...

[ineptitudes]

R-right! Breaking and entering!

[He nods quickly. Despite Blackquill's mild, patient demeanor, Sebastian is still embarrassed.]

Because someone broke into the store and entered it! [Time to salvage his reputation.]

fluffy samurai prosecutorrrr

[blackquillsays]

That's right.

[ His eyes scan the scene, forming his own theories while the police work to gather evidence. He'll let Sebastian try and solve this one on his own - with a few nudges in the right direction, if necessary. He didn't study psychology for nothing! ]

I wonder who that someone might be. They left quite a mess in their wake.

[ineptitudes]

[And Sebastian is probably the perfect unassuming guinea pig for those psychology tricks.

He begins gesticulating with his baton.]

They sure did! Burglars are so messy... [He pointed to the glass window. Notably, all the shards are on the outside, scattered on the sidewalk. Not a single bit is found inside.] They even left a mess inside! [Sebastian flicks his baton toward the hole left in the window - a large, irregularly shaped hole.]

[blackquillsays]

[ Sigh. How does one make an observation that incorrect? At the other man's gesture, he spends a moment considering the hole left behind and nods slowly. ]

Indeed. They must have come through the window. [ He carefully avoids saying in which direction. ] How do you think they broke the glass?

[ Hopefully that question prompts Sebastian to think about the direction the window was broken as well, which should draw attention to his wrong assumption. ]

[ineptitudes]

[Sebastian has a very different learning curve compared to most...prosecutors. He jumped the gun on this one, and he squints at the hole, and the glass on the floor, and the inside...

Hang on. He gasps. It took him a while, but the boy is learning.]

They probably broke it with a huge...thing... [Brilliant, Einstein.] Wait! But the mess is outside...they broke it and all the glass flew outside...

c

[psycholawgy]

[ too bad, sebastian. YOU CAN'T BE THE BEST because athena's already striving TO BE THE BEST. basically, she's also nerding out in the library when she hears that scream.

she scrambles to the scene, a bunch of books tucked in her arm. ]

A murder?!

[ NOT ALL SCREAMING PEOPLE ARE PEOPLE WHO FIND MURDER SCENES, ATHENA... but, well, that was the first thing on her mind. ]

[ineptitudes]

[Sebastian looks up from where he's rounding up the fallen books. He waves his hands frantically.]

What? No! [A beat. What else does he say?] Objection!

[psycholawgy]

[ ah... she looks disappointed now, there not being a murder. (why, athena, why...) ]

What was that, then?

[ and hey, actually, before sebastian can answer, she adds another question— ] You're from Themis?

[ineptitudes]

[That makes him snap to attention.]

That's right!

[And because he only thought of this now, he'll follow that up with a:]

So you can bet that when there's a murder, I'll be the first on the scene! [Wouldn't that make you the prime suspect according to Ace Attorney logic, Sebastian?]

[psycholawgy]

[ let athena point that out for you. ]

Wouldn't that make you the prime suspect?

[ineptitudes]

Of course not!

[Whoops. Stupid Ace Attorney clichés.]

I mean...I'll be the first on the scene after the prime suspect, so I can catch him!