Law and order dun dun
What’s that smell…
It’s Chrollo and his weird group of friends. He is sporting a slicked back hair style with his whole chest peaking through his purple jacket. Jain’s chest begins peaking at the peak of Chrollo’s chest. So much chest. So sexy. Chrollo’s chest is peak fiction.
There are so many interesting characters present. A pink haired girly. A blondie baby-boy. A man, blinded by his hair who has the ability to clone ~that~ ass. Et. all (A/N: I don’t feel like describing the whole Phantom Troupe. Pls Google: “Phantom Troupe '' and click on the first link. It will give you all the info). The crew is shocked at the strange appearances of Chrollo’s friends.
Wow they’re dressed interestingly, Syghie thinks to herself.
Huh, Chrollo looks different today. Though I like his abs… Jain’s tits message to her brain telepathically.
That short emo king… he needs to be mine, Joie ponders to themself.
I don’t even watch Hunter x Hunter. Please, let me go home, Kite muses fourth wall breakingly. She begins calculating how she can woman-in-STEM herself out of this dilemma.
Before Kite can finish her calculations, Chrollo emerges from his spot on top of cardboard boxes. Come to think of it, why is a trillionaire living out in the streets surrounded by weird people and cardboard boxes? They all ignore this though because my characters, while rich in depth, are not rich in street smarts.
“Jain, you’re finally here.” Chrollo approaches, giving Jain a business handshake of such high business acumen that she nearly cums on the spot. Jain can’t help but love a businessman. Fun fact, but Jain’s toxic trait is that she has a minor in Business. She doesn’t have any other toxic traits though!
Joie, Syghie, and Kite notice the strange sexual tension between the two and decide to go talk to the other Phantom Troupe members. Kite, in particular, is enamored with professional cleaner, Shizuku.
Kite tucks stray hair behind her ears.
“Hey, would you like to tell me the mechanisms behind your vacuum? I am fascinated by … vacuums … because I am a woman in STEM.” Kite is failing to hide her flirtatious intentions, but Shizuku is failing to pick up on Kite’s blatant courting attempts.
“Well my vacuum kinda just sucks shit up.” Shizuku monotonically responds.
Kite was hoping for a more scientific answer, but someone else caught her attention. A man, no taller than 4’7, weighing no more than 77 pounds… Kortopi. His luscious hair covers his eyes in all the right spots. Can he not see? Perhaps, he’s blind. Blind men are just Kite’s type…
Meanwhile, Joie is getting his flirt on with Feitan. Syghie is chatting it up with Machi about their shared joy of knitting.
Meanwhile, meanwhile. Chrollo and Jain are in a heated flirtatious exchange. He strokes her hand. It’s the invisible hand. Like the economy. Very business. So fantastic. So elastic. Ring ding dong by SHINee is fantastic. Demand is elastic.
Although Jain is incredibly turned on by Chrollo’s incredible networking skills and wants to do a little more with him than just connecting on LinkedIn, she is having a hard time not thinking about that little wheelchaired peepaw over in Germany. What did he mean by “I’ll also show you a sweet dream, next night?” It feels like nobody has ever said something so ambiguously sexy.
Jain is snapped out of her Lefye thoughts by Chrollo intense gaze.
“Jain, you just have this incredible aura. I really believe that if we can harness it, then we can rule the world. It’s all stored right in your-” Chrollo is cut off by Charlie Swan, a police officer from neighboring colony, Forks. (Yes, the city state of YorkNew city has colonized Forks for its vast stores of vampire energy).
“Friends, I have jury duty papers for Joie, Kite, Syghie, and Jain. The trial is starting immediately. You must leave now.”
Everyone is sad to leave the Phantom Troupe. Things were just starting to get spicy. However, when (jury) duty calls…
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The City State of Yorknew V. Yoosung begins! Yatta! Uwu-desuyo~
“Prosecutor City State Yorknew brings Yoosung Kim to the court for allegations of counterfeit and embezzlement. We could do some opening statements and shit but I want to see some layman. I just want to go to bed ASAP you twerps.” Aizawa says. Yes, it’s Aizawa from My Hero Academia (僕のヒーロアカデミア!).
“Yes, I also teach at UA, the famous superhero academy. What, you think I can survive on a teacher’s salary?” Aizawa glowers at the incredulous faces of the court.
“Anyway… we are gathered here today for the trial of Yoosung Kim on the charge of counterfeiting rare artifacts and attempting to auction them to the public. Defendant, how do you plead?” says Aizawa, imposingly tapping his gavel against the podium.
Yoosung shakily rises from his seat across from Judge Aizawa’s podium. Seemingly unable to raise his head, he mumbles something unintelligible to the court.
“Speak up, kid,” Aizawa rolls his eyes at the defendant.
“Hot milky!” Yoosung screeches, then goes red. “I-I mean…n-not guilty!” Yoosung spits, suddenly imbued with energy and confidence. “I know for a fact that I was framed!”
“That’s all well and good, but it means nothing if you can’t prove it to me… and the jury.” In a fluid motion, Aizawa pounds the gavel once more to demand the court’s attention. “Prosecution, your opening statements?”
The court’s attention turns to the right side of the hall. A slight young man with mussed dark green hair stands up assuredly. He looks like he can’t be older than eighteen, why is he a lawyer?
“Ladies, gentlemen, neither, both, and in-betweens of the court!” The prosecutor shouts in a surprisingly stern tone. “I intend to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt–”
He is cut off by a disheveled looking man in a short-sleeved dress shirt and an oversized tie. It’s Charlie Kellie, Joie’s dad’s best friend!
“Deku, we talked about this! I make the statements, you read the documents. If you can’t follow simple directions, what am I paying you for, man?”
“Sorry, Mr. Kellie,” The greenette- Deku, apparently- sits down dejectedly.
“Dumbass illiterate…” He mumbled under his breath, so that his visibly dirty co-counsel couldn’t hear.
“Anyway, what my assistant was saying is that we will prove hugely with lots of evidence that the offense is GUILTY AS HELL!” Charlie pounds his fist on the table with one hand and points at Yoosung with the other. He sits down smugly, apparently satisfied with his opening statements.
“O-okay… defense, opening statements?”
A clatter sounds from the left side of the room as a stocky platinum-blonde man stands at attention.
“My client DID NOT DO THIS and if you think he did, you’re a FUCKING CRETIN and don’t deserve to be the ground he walks on!!!!” yells the man, each word piercing the air like a miniature explosion. Yoosung looks thoroughly embarrassed, and a little bit terrified.
“Jesus Christ…” Aizawa mutters. “Thank you, Defense Attorney Bakugo.”
He adjusts his powdered wig (As is custom for judges in the City-State of YorkNew) and stands, pounding his gavel once more.
“All rise.”
Everyone rises.
“We will now hear witness testimony.” Everyone sits back down.
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“Please state your name for the court.” Judge Aizawa brings forth the first expert witness.
“I am Black Widow from Counterfeit Island in Poptropica.”
“Who are you?” Prosecution attorney Deku asks sussily.
“I am an expert in counterfeit. In fact, that is the entire name and brand on the island. It is my life’s work.” Black Widow says, her sunken-in eyes and red hourglass shirt evidence of her seriousness.
“And what do you think about the case?”
“In my expert opinion, Yoosung is a counterfeit bitch. He sold a counterfeit vase at the RFA Auction, and it was a really bad fake. In fact, the paper maché was peeling off at the corners. Classic counterfeit materials include glue and shit.”
“Judge Aizawa, may I enter Exhibit A into evidence?”
“Granted.”
[Exhibit A added to the Court Record]
It is a picture of Yoosung’s apartment, covered with glue and torn up newspaper.
“B-B-Black Widow-san, what do you think when you see this?” Deku asks like a baka.
Black Widow peers over the exhibit.
“Typical evidence of a counterfeit artist! Albeit he is not skilled, but this stuff is black market grade. I’ve used most of it before and you need to go to Dark K-Mart to pick it up. Anyway, whoever would go through this to buy such high-quality items must be serious about committing a counterfeit.” Black Widow concludes.
The jury murmurs and considers this.
“Thank you, Black Widow.” Judge Aizawa says.
Next up to the stand is Will Schuester from Glee! They introduce him and all that crap.
“Will, what is it that you do?” Deku dekus.
“Well, I am a Spanish teacher by day, even though I don’t know Spanish. But I also run an all-male acapella group called the Acafellas.” Will says, smiling in a very punchable way.
Four other men, including Sandy from earlier, emerge and they stand in a little line! They all wear matching golden sequined jackets. They sing an acapella rendition of “Pomp and Circumstance” by Levi Ackerman. It is garish.
[Pomp and Circumstance Rendition added to the Court Record.]
“OBJECTiON! RELEVANCE?” Bakugou explodes.
“Overruled.” Aizawa says. Bakugou screeches.
The Acafellas complete their performance.
“Thank you, boys. That is all.” Deku says.
Third witness time!
“Please state your name for the court.” Deku beseeches.
“My name is Hisoka.” He moans.
“Ew, you fucking lunatic. What do you do for a living?” Deku asks.
“I am just a little clown boy huhu and I also have my special Nen power, Bungee Gum: it possesses the qualities of both rubber and gum. But most prominently, I am a bitch.” Hisoka says.
“Yeah, you bet you are, you slutty whore. In your expert opinion, what can you tell us about Yoosung’s behavior as the heir of such a large fortune?”
Hisoka humms, putting a manicured claw to his pointy chin. The collision makes a clink noise.
“Well, I saw him at the auction. And he seemed nervous when the items he put forward were put up for bidding. That’s the sign of a bitch who’s got something to hide, if I ever saw one. I am a bitch. I may not know my flowers, but I know a bitch when I see one.
“A bitch will do anything to succeed even when already filthy rich. In my expert opinion, I think that his erratic behavior is easily explained by the very fact that he has something to hide.”
[Hisoka’s Testimony added to the Court Record].
“Thank you, Hisoka.” Deku nods.
“OBJECTION!!!! This guy is fucking gross and also a child predator.” Bakugou screams.
“Yeah, so true. Strike his testimony from the record and put him back in horny jail.” Aizawa judges.
Hisoka walks away with the police escorts, but looking more amused than defeated.
Despite the opinion being stricken from the record, Hisoka’s words resonate and echo within the members of the jury… They will remember that.
Jain realizes she must adjust her Hisoka murder plans. She didn’t factor in the possibility of him going to jail. A huge neglect on her part.
“Time for recess, problem children.” Aizawa says. He slaps the gavel on its ass (it whines sensually), and court breaks for snack and tag time.
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POST RECESS
“Court will now reconvene,” says Judge Aizawa. “Mr. Bakugo, are you ready to present your first witness?”
“Absolutely, fuckos and Your Fucker,” Bakugo smirks and leans forwards. “Our first witness will be the accused themselves, Yoosung Kim!” A dramatic gasp flutters around the courtroom. Our OC-chans exchange nervous looks.
Charlie Kelly crosses his arms. “You really think the fool won’t indict himself? Pfft. Hahahaha.” He laughs.
Bakugo’s fingers curl into a fist as he slams his desk. “We cannot possibly incur a ruling without talking to the accused themselves, you fucking dumbass. Let’s get this pussy ass bitch onto the podium. Get, Yoosung!” Yoosung whimpers and takes the stand, tripping on his way up.
Bakugo clears his throat in an asshole way. “The witness will state his name and profession.”
“M-m-m-m-my name is Yoosung Kim. I’m the CEO of C&R International as of one week ago, assuming time is real. I was formerly a university student and am a member of the RFA. I also like playing video games, and-” Bakugo cuts him off.
“Shitty loser! No one asked for your hobbies,” he sneers. “The prosecution asserts three major claims at this moment. One, that the vase presented was counterfeit. Two, you aren’t as cool as the Acafellas. And three, you’re a little bitch baby. What do you have to say about these allegations?”
“W-well, I didn’t know that the vase was counterfeit, I already knew I could never be an Acafella because they rejected me at the audition, and I … well…” he trails off.
Bakugo slams his hand on the desk. “Spit it out, cum rag!” Yoosung cowers and whimpers.
“I am a l-l-l-l-little bitch baby,” he mumbles shamefully. The court explodes in an uproar. Judge Aizawa slams the gavel down repeatedly to quiet the crowd, and the gavel draws closer to completion the more it is pounded into the wood.
Charlie Kelly smirks. “Told you the guilty verdict would come from the accused themselves.”
“OBJECTION!” Bakugo hollers, spitting with disapproval. “The defendant being a little whiny bitch baby has no bearing on whether or not he committed the crime of selling a counterfeited item. In fact, the defense would go so far as to claim that this decreases the likelihood that Yoosung Kim committed this crime knowingly! We are still obligated to hear his testimony.”
“Sustained,” admits Aizawa, stroking his gavel lightly to edge it closer to completion. “You may continue, Mr. Bakugo.” Deku wrinkles his nose in an amongus sus moment, and Charlie Kelly turns his head pointedly away from the witness stand.
Bakugo raises his eyebrows in a dick way to Yoosung’s trembling form. “So you say that you had no knowledge of the counterfeited item before being notified by the courts?”
“Yes, Mr. Bakugo.”
“Very well, Yoosung. Testify to the court about your acquisition of the counterfeited vase!”
“I can do that!” Yoosung looks more hopeful now that he can talk about something he actually knows. “W-well, I was looking for antique sellers for the C&R Catalina Wine Mixer Auction. Ever since the deaths of the Hans, I’ve had to assume the CEO position as heir of the company. It’s been a lot of work, and I looked at the numbers. Honestly, the company was kind of… too big? Like, I get that it’s a conglomerate and all that, but my advisor told me that the company was unsustainable at its current size. So the goal of the Catalina Wine Mixer was to delegate and sell different parts of the company to other companies.”
Charlie Kelly hums thoughtfully. “That’s an awful lot to take on in your first week of CEO.”
Yoosung sweats. “Well, yes. It’s been a little overwhelming.”
Charlie leans forwards. “Enough to want to compensate for your inexperience in a big company like this?”
“OBJECTION!” hollers Bakugo. “The prosecution is prematurely interrupting the defendant. It’s not time for the cross examination yet, you little pussy ass bitch.” Kellie leans back, scandalized. Bakugo scowls. Kelly is a shark in the water, ready to spill blood. And Yoosung is a helpless little bitch baby seal. He shakes his head. “Yoosung, continue. So you planned the Catalina Wine Mixer?”
Yoosung nods, relieved. “That’s right. My advisor helped me outline the major details, but it was mostly me. One of those details was the art auction- a lot of major companies are interested in buying and selling major pieces of art. I thought that having an art auction would incentivise them to come. So I reached out to multiple antiques holders to ask if they’d be interested in auctioning any of the works they had. The vase came from the Ouran High School Host Club, through a series of email correspondences. It was shipped directly to the mixer.” He exhales, shakily. “I wasn’t able to be present for the actual auction, since I was in meetings with other C&R executives, Phineas and Ferb Fletcher. The only notice I had that anything in the auction didn’t go well was when the officers showed up to my new office.”
Bakugo hums. “Good, whore.” Deku and Charlie exchange a meaningful look.
“I concur with Mr. Bakugo. You did well, little bitch,” Judge Aizawa nods solemnly. “The prosecution may proceed with the cross examination.”
Charlie walks out into the middle of the courtroom, casually eating a lemon like it’s an apple. “Mr. Kim. So you say that you contacted this… Orange High School Host Club, yes?”
“Ouran, Mr. Kelly! Ouran! We talked about this!” Deku whispers exasperatedly, jabbing his co-counsel in the side. Charlie ignores him.
Yoosung nods, trembling in an omega way. “Yes, I printed out the details for the court.” He holds out the document, which details a homoerotic business exchange detailing the acquisition and submission of the vase. “We agreed that C&R would receive and handle the vase, and would send the money directly to Kyoya Ootori. It ended up being a sum of 8 million jenny.”
[Yoosung’s and OHSHC’s Email Exchange added to the Court Record.]
“So kind of you to provide this for the court, Yoosung. And who within C&R handled the processing?”
“I-I-I did, sir.”
“Can you explain to the court what specifically you did?”
“Well, I received and signed off on it when it arrived. Everything was moved to the C&R mailing tent set up at the mixer, and was only opened at the auction.”
“Only at the auction? How would you be able to verify that, Mr. Kim?”
“As detailed in the email exchange, we arranged for a custom partnership seal on the box. As it’s been explained to me, there is no way to open the box without breaking the seal. If there was any evidence that it was tampered with, then we would not be able to present it at the auction, and communication with the original owner was to begin immediately.”
“And you are positive that this would have actually occurred? That if the box had been tampered with, then it would not have been sold?”
“Yes, sir! Items were unboxed as they were presented at the auction, and there was CCTV footage of them the whole time! There was nothing missing!” Bakugo winces.
“So, Mr. Kim,” Charlie Kelly drawls. “You personally oversaw the package reception, signed off on it, made sure that the seals were unbroken, but were conveniently missing during the auction itself. And somehow, the item presented at the auction was a counterfeit.”
Yoosung looks nervously at Bakugo. “I… I guess so?”
“Then how are we supposed to believe that the counterfeit could have been attributed to anyone but you, Mr. Kim?”
Bakugo leaps over the desk, screeching “OBJECTION! Why are we assuming that the package Yoosung initially received wasn’t counterfeited? He could have received the fake!”
Charlie grins in anticipation. “How thoughtful of you, Mr. Bakugo. In fact, it’s so thoughtful that we thought to reach out to the Ouran High School Host Club as well before the trial. Would you like to see our email chain? Read it out, Deku.”
Deku waves a document. “We reached out to the OHSHC in our research into the case- or rather, I did, because my co-counsel can’t read. Their vase recently underwent an authentication procedure, and was verified by an expert, Blathers, as it was packaged. This is all on CCTV footage, of course. You’re welcome to spend the time to review it, Mr. Bakugo. After all, you might need more time to make your case. In fact, if you want to reach out to Blathers, we made sure that he would be available for the court today.”
Yoosung pales considerably, and stares pleadingly at Bakugo. Bakugo flips him off, and presses a finger to his temple. I know that Yoosung didn’t do it. That’s the core of my case, isn’t it? That this weak little crybaby didn’t think to commit a forgery. Dumbass. He would’ve been more careful if it was a legitimate forgery.
Deku laughs. “Ha ha ha.” He waggles a finger at Bakugo. “Didn’t we say that Yoosung would dig his own grave?”
“Shut the hell up, wannabe gleek.” Goddamnit, he really did. I guess I have to think outside of the box for this one…
And just like the original owners of the vase, a lightbulb goes off over Bakugo’s head. He grins. “Actually, Prosecutor Kelly, I think Blathers should come in. I believe that there is evidence he should examine.”
“You dumb fucking defense attorney. He already verified that the vase was a counterfeit.”
“Oh, I’m well aware, dipshit. But you didn’t do a good enough job of having Blathers examine all of the evidence. I want him to examine the box.”
A collective gasp echoes around the room. Deku looks at Bakugo, confused. “The box?”
Jain, on jury duty, whispers to Syghie, who is also on jury duty: “Is it Bakugo’s dick in the box?”
Syghie thinks intensively. It makes sense. Judge Aizawa shoots the jury duty girlies a warning glare for discussing the case amongst themselves.
“How the fuck did you pass the bar?” Bakugo snaps. “Yes, the box. If the box that contained the counterfeit vase was the original that Yoosung signed off on, then maybe- maybe- your argument holds some weight. But, if the box was a counterfeit as well, and was not what Yoosung originally signed off on, then we raise the possibility that someone could have swapped the boxes.”
It’s not a great argument. There could have been any number of methods of how the swap occurred. But Bakugo is no wet behind the ears defense attorney in Yorknew City. He’s seen more than his fair share of crime. If what he thinks is happening is happening….
“OBJECTION! This argument is weak sauce! So what if the box itself is a counterfeit? Yoosung could have faked that as well!” Deku shouts.
“Your Honor. Bro. Just trust me, okay?” Bakugo looks over to Aizawa, who shrugs.
“Fair enough. The court will take a twenty minute recess while the prosecution prepares their witness, Blathers.” Aizawa taps his gavel lightly against the wood, and it whines at the thought of no stimulation for twenty minutes.
During recess, everyone takes a cold shower to bring the sexual tension down to 3% love. However, due to a lack of showers, recess instead takes 5 hours.
5 hours later…
“Court is back in session. Witness, please state your name and profession.”
Blathers, uncomfortable upon his little bird perch provided for him so that he can see over the witness stand, pipes up. “Hootie hoo! My name is Blathers. I work at an island museum as a curator for all artwork and specimens involved. As is relevant to this case, I assess all that is presented in our museum for various forms of forgery and counterfeiting, and lend these services to others interested in the veracity of their works.”
Prosecutor Kelly nods. “And we thank you for your service, Mr. Blathers. Now, our inane defense attorney would like you to examine… the box that was shipped.”
Blathers twinkles kindly. “Oh, I eat all of this type of shit up! Let me at it.” He takes the proffered box in feathered wings, carefully tilting it this way and that. Bakugo holds his breath, waiting. C’mon, birdbrain.
Blathers gasps, and the courtroom gasps with him. “ALACK! A cicada!” A stray bug flits out of the box, and the crowd squints. “My apologies, I am quite terrified of bugs.”
Judge Aizawa shoots Bakugo an unimpressed look. “Mr. Bakugo, is this what you were trying to prove?” Bakugo shakes his head, sheepishly. Just a little more…
Blathers continues to rotate the box, bug free. “Well, this seal looks like the original that was used between the Ouran High School Host Club and C&R. The box feels about the same weight and everything. This feels like the same box…” Bakugo feels himself begin to deflate “...unless?” Bakugo reinflates. This is not an inflation story though.
“Unless?” Bakugo snaps.
“Well, it’s just one small irregularity, but… Mr. Yoosung Kim, do you have any available documentation with your actual signature?”
Yoosung blinks in confusion. “I, uh, well, hm, uh, ugh, agh, hm, mm, h-” Bakugo snatches one of his court forms, folds it into a paper airplane, and yeets it to Blathers. Blathers catches it with his beak, and carefully opens it. He examines the paper and the box intently, and gasps again.
“ALACK!” The court is now immune to Blathers’s outbursts. He blinks in confusion that the court is not reacting to him, and scrambles to explain. “There’s no bug this time! But these two signatures aren’t the same!” The court gasps, and Bakugo breathes a sigh of relief. Bingo bongo get a load of my dongo.
“Care to elaborate, Blathers?” Bakugo asks, sending the filthiest grin to Deku.
“Well, the curvature of the letter Y here and -” Blathers begins to blather, and it’s almost more effective than Jain’s hypnaughty arts at putting people to sleep. Snork, mimimimi. Syghie snores. “But the point is, it’s unmistakable. This box that was presented at the auction could not have been the box that Yoosung signed off on!”
The court gasps, but they’re not quite sure why. Bakugo explains. “So you’re telling me. The box containing the counterfeit was not signed off on by Yoosung?”
“OBJECTION!” Charlie yells. “Even if it wasn’t his signature, he could have been complicit in the forgery!”
“OBJECTION!” Bakugo shoots back. “If he was complicit in the forgery, then why wouldn’t he sign his own name?”
“OBJECTION! The seal used was only accessible by Yoosung and the OHSHC group, who were verified as not sending a fake and would have only received one copy of the seal! Blathers just told the court that the seal was legitimate!”
“OBJECTION! The seal would have been accessible to at least one other person. Right, Yoosung?”
Yoosung very much does not want to be part of this, and is hiding behind the bench. “I… what?”
Bakugo groans. “Yoosung, do you want to fucking go to jail? You signed off on a box. The box presented wasn’t the real box and didn’t have your authentic signature, but it had a seal you were privy to. In fact, the seal was explained to you, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, but-”
“By whomst, piss baby?”
“My advisor-”
“FUCKING FINALLY OKAY. So another individual within C&R, who orchestrated most of the event, told Yoosung about the seals, and had access to them. If anyone could forge Yoosung’s signature, which has only been on private documents given his one week as CEO, who do we fucking think it could be? Huh, Yoosung?”
Yoosung sputters. “My advisor wouldn’t do that!”
Bakugo slaps him. “Oh, and you would? Face the facts, you gullible little worm. If this advisor has been working with you so closely, why isn’t he here in court with you?”
Yoosung looks away, sheepishly. “He told me that it wouldn’t be a good idea for him to come with me for visibility reasons.” Bakugo slaps his own forehead this time. The gavel wishes it was privy to this spanking. It’s so close, it’s leaking wood polish all over the judge’s bench.
“Your Honor. The defense has just provided an alternate explanation of what could have occurred on the day of the auction. Innocent until proven guilty, assholes. Bring the advisor in!”
The prosecution sputters, but Aizawa bangs his gavel (not to completion though). “Ok sure. Bailiff, go find the advisor- Yoosung, what’s his name?”
“Trollo Bapholmet, sir.” At this, Jain’s tiddies tense. Trollo sounds uncomfortably familiar.
“What an uncomfortably familiar name. Anyways. Bailiff?” says Judge Aizawa.
“On it, you’re honor. It’ll take me a while by werewolf.” Charlie Swan, who is also the bailiff, leaps astride a giant werewolf and rides out of the court.
Court breaks for the day, and will resume on the next business day, Monday. Judge Aizawa slams his gavel into the hard wood one last time, and it finally comes, in a long stream of wooden polish. Our OCs have the weekend off of jury duty. Honestly, reader-chans, this whole bit was really convoluted, and difficult for our OCs to keep up with.
“What’s the TL;DR of this case?” asks Joie.
“Basically, the vase that Yoosung sent to the auction was swapped out with a fake box he didn’t sign off on, which held the fake one,” explains Godot, popping up just for funsies (with Sans holding his hand for the teleportation thing). “The only person who could have done this was the advisor, Trollo Bapholmet. So we’re sending him in. Just took a hell of a long time to prove it.” Godot and Sans blink out of the courtroom again.
“So the real vase is… wait… where is it?” Kite asks the jury squad. Syghie shrugs. It’s a mystery that might get resolved in the next chapter. Or even later.
From opposite sides of the courtroom, Defense Attorney Bakugo and Prosecutor Deku argue… perhaps a little fruitily???
“This case is seeming a little more difficult than your previous trials, isn’t it, Prosecutor?” Bakugo leans forward, smirking in a mean but maybe hot way. “Think you might lose your winning streak?”
Deku scowls. “In your dreams, Mr. Bakugo.”
Bakugo’s smirk deepens. “I’ll also show you a sweet dream next night.”