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westerntrick2012-07-15 11:15 pm
timeforjustice) wrote in westerntrick2012-07-15 11:15 pm
June 6th, 1894
It was a fine Wednesday afternoon, only the gathering heat of the day a blemish on what would've been a perfect day for the outdoors. There was hardly a breeze and not quite enough clouds for any relief from the sun, which is why one Deputy Apollo Justice was forced to don his hat as he trekked further and further from the city center. He would've taken more notice of the day had he not been in a hurry, and grumbling under his breath besides.
His bicycle had been stolen again. He'd had it chained up behind the sheriff's office, but some scoundrel had pried a link apart and taken the goods, leaving only the cheap chain there in the dust. Lucky for Apollo, there'd been a couple of witnesses; the only problem with that was his thief had covered his head and his face, making real identification a tough prospect.
Apollo used what he'd heard to follow the trail, so to speak. His path lead down to the river, not further into town but heading out of it, towards where crops were grown using the water diverted from it. There were less people out here to be questioning, so he kept his eyes peeled instead, looking for a flash of metal -
And when he found it, it was on a river bank, half-submerged and stuck in the mud. Muttering a curse, Apollo shoved his gloves on his hands before sliding the short way down the bank, his boots leaving tracks in the mud behind him.
"Damn! It'll start to rust at this rate..."
His bicycle had been stolen again. He'd had it chained up behind the sheriff's office, but some scoundrel had pried a link apart and taken the goods, leaving only the cheap chain there in the dust. Lucky for Apollo, there'd been a couple of witnesses; the only problem with that was his thief had covered his head and his face, making real identification a tough prospect.
Apollo used what he'd heard to follow the trail, so to speak. His path lead down to the river, not further into town but heading out of it, towards where crops were grown using the water diverted from it. There were less people out here to be questioning, so he kept his eyes peeled instead, looking for a flash of metal -
And when he found it, it was on a river bank, half-submerged and stuck in the mud. Muttering a curse, Apollo shoved his gloves on his hands before sliding the short way down the bank, his boots leaving tracks in the mud behind him.
"Damn! It'll start to rust at this rate..."
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Now this was the awkward part. It would've been better if he could tell Yomiel that Deputy Wright had suffered some kinda honorable death in the line of duty, but then what? He'd just be bound to find out different as soon as he mentioned it to someone else. Apollo's never been a fan of deception in the first place, so lying to him about this didn't seem overly worth it.
Apollo scuffs a muddy boot against the ground, glancing down again, "... There was a case about seven years ago. Some travelin' magicians came through and one of 'em was murdered here, with the other two as prime suspects. Don't know too many of the details, but they say he turned over evidence to the Sheriff that later proved to be false. So, he had his badge taken away. ... Doesn't seem like something he'd do, if you ask me, but that was a long time ago."
A long time ago, and Apollo had never gotten to meet the man. He only knew of Phoenix Wright's rise and fall through the newspapers, and by word of mouth. He didn't want to believe what he'd heard about him being a drunk now, either, but then he hadn't heard any dissent over that at all.