The Framing of Justice

[loverofinnocence]

Who: People and Caim
What: This is a catch all.
When: November 26 ~ November 30
Where: See the aforementioned cut.
Warning: Probably not.



What is this? Why, it's a 'catch-all' log. Very simple!

Caim doesn't have an office, unfortunately. You can find him in any number of places, however, between the dates listed previously. So if you're looking to... 'talk' with the mute, try looking in the following.

♦ Personal Quarters - TD-07 (It's a very organised and somewhat barren room.)
♦ Fencing Classroom - (There's not much in here yet.)
♦ Greenhouse
♦ The Lake

He's available for talking to, whether you're interrogating him over past events, recent dick cat events, future events, or if you've never met the man at all.

Make a separate thread for each character and in the subject line, specify an approximate time, day, and location. Action or prose, either's fine. Backdate, futuredate - whatever is convenient for you. That's all you need to do!

INSTANT MUTE MAGIC!

Comments

27th / noon (after lunch) / fencing class

[stillawoman]

[ Furiae had learnt of Caim's new position as the academy's fencing instructor from the man himself, a job she had thought at the time might suit him well. When it came to the use of a blade, Furiae knew that he was quite skilled, having watched him and Inuart practice against each other when they were all younger.

She wondered if it would do him good. Caim- Furiae knew he had been at Smash Academy for a long length of time and had been a teacher there in the past, but it was hard not to look at this occasion as his first time. It was her first time to witness it, after all, and so she hoped that he would find enjoyment in the work. It was not something that she could have ever imagined Caim becoming before, but the events of her life had been greatly unpredictable. And there was no bad in it; it was a respectable position.

That Caim would be spending time each week in there, it was the reason why Furiae decided to take a look at the classroom. In the hours she did not spend with her brother, Furiae tried to do some good and get out now and then by herself to become more used to the school- to this new life. She knew the room number already after reading on the different classes available at the school for her to take. So, with a map of the school that she regularly took with her (so as not to get lost) and a book from the school library that she had checked out earlier, she headed towards the direction of the fencing classroom.

When she reached its door, she entered in (when feeling it wasn't locked) without a knock. Well, she didn't think there would be anyone inside... ]

Quarters - 12PM -26th

[star_punched]

Mac came prepared for this talk. He brought a notepad and a pen. He was ready to have a long talk, as maybe he expected perhaps.

But oddly, Mac was no longer scared of approaching him. Why was this?

It was because there was some sort of...trust. Kinship. Maybe not "friends", but "allies". If that made any sense.

Mac told Knuckles how he felt and what he had to do. Caim was onboard, and that actually made him happy.

They had to figure out who killed Charlise. For her and her friends and family. That are some of the things that matter to Mac the most, and he knew Caim found supreme value in family. So they can relate.

A knock.

The day after the news broadcast

[thewrightidea]

Without evidence, Caim was innocent until proven guilty. At least, that's the philosophy that Phoenix subscribed to, regardless of however Los Angeles conducted their laws. Brown hair and a sword. It seemed like a dead giveaway for Caim. If Phoenix hadn't been through what he had, that whole incident in fourth grade, all of those clients he had saved, then he would have immediately assumed Caim was the killer without a second thought.

However, Phoenix was a defense attorney. He only defended the innocent, and that's why he was here: to see if the man was truly innocent. Caim had confessed to the other killings last time, but it was still entirely possible that he could lie. After all, he probably didn't want to be imprisoned again, did he?

Either way, there was a hesitant knock on Caim's door early one evening. Phoenix had his magatama tucked away in his pocket, though he still wasn't entirely sure if the thing would react from writings alone. In retrospect, perhaps he should have brought Edgeworth with him. Being alone with a man who had killed others in the past was unnerving enough.

28th, afternoon, fencing class

[majorjealousy]

[ Jin didn't know much at all about the accusations that met with Caim once upon a time. News of a murder had him reaching for his sword out of reflex, before remembering that the uniform that had been sitting, folded in his closet for the past six months held no authority here. Were he to know all the specifics of Caim's previous trial, he would be counted among the large percentage of the school's population currently circling around the man like a pack of hungry wolves. As it was, his visit to the still sparse fencing classroom was only because the whispers he had heard had piqued the blonde's interest-- that, and he made it a point to keep an eye on the rest of the instructors who claimed the blade as their talent. He would continue to sit in on Katarina's class, and as soon as Caim's began, he would do the same here.

He entered into the classroom, eyes immediately darting to the practice swords leaning on the wall. He knocked twice on the open door. ]

27th, TD-07, around 9 PM?

[idealisms]

[ They needed to talk. Now.

For him to deceive N... sorry, possibly deceive N, was just unthinkable. Knuckles had helped to convince him that maybe, just maybe Caim wasn't the culprit, but he had to see what he could gather here fist. He wanted his alibi and words on the murder before he set out for more evidence for or against him or anyone else. That much was a clear starting point.

He took heavy footsteps towards the door to his room, giving it a loud knock or two to ensure he would hear him. There was no way he was getting away with this if he did it. If not...

Well, what else would he do but find the real murderer? ]