Chaos is known as the being that never became a star. It is everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time.
Neither good nor evil, the ultimate expression of nothingness. The antithesis of the cosmos, creation itself.
Although Chaos claims to be the very state of existence from which the first entities appeared, it cannot form into the entity it wants most.
So it has been cursed to stay in the form of a dark and shapeless void. Floating between existence and nonexistence.
Longingly watching as stars are constantly born and lives are lived. The seeds of malice had been planted, flourished and transformed Chaos into the purest form of evil.
Just wanted to say I'll be gone from Thursday (11/8) to Sunday (11/10) to do a presentation at a convention. I mean I'll probably have my laptop but I don't know if I would have time to post or not. But yeah, so just a heads up for those who are currently in a thread with me.
Johanna Ritter, a volunteer firefighter at the age of twenty-six. Five years ago, she was attacked by someone while walking with her fiance. The person had never been found nor was the murder weapon due to their quick escape while the woman was in grief. There had been an investigation but when no motive as found nor did they find the person, the prosecutor in charge had essentially put the case away. It wasn't exactly new for that to happen, while criminals were not running rampant, there were quite a number of them. Sometimes there was simply not enough manpower and other times certain cases were placed cold because finding the criminal was simply 'futile'.[break][break]
Julus, a prosecutor at the age of twenty-four, had only come across the case when looking through old cases he can ask to take over. Being new, he did not exactly have many complicated cases to deal with and most of them were usually decided by the judge rather swiftly. He had only ever stepped into trial once in his career so far and that had honestly been rather unexpected for everyone involved. So it had been by pure chance he found the file and had decided to take it to his office. However, he had not filled out the paper to take over the case or to truly open it up again. He'll need to find a police officer who would be willing to do the investigation (as he would really rather not force someone into it) and more importantly he needed to talk to close members of the victim. The victim's parents, when he had tried to visit them, were currently out of the country. He wasn't sure if they had moved a long time ago or was merely on vacation. He was going to have to look into this later. What he did find, however, was the fiance and a victim of attempted murder. He can go from this angle to find the killer but he needed to talk to her first and see if she was willing.[break][break]
And so, here he was in front of the fire department of the 15th arrondissement. "Is madame Ritter volunteering here today?" he asked having already gone through many other fire stations on his day off. Please let her be in this one.[break][break]
"Johanna? Maybe..why?'[break][break]
Maybes in this context would most likely mean yes. Good, "I need to speak with her if that is alright." The fireman had squinted his eyes at Julius who was honestly tempted to take out his identification. At the same time though, he would rather not cause nasty rumors. "It's important...please..."[break][break]
Reluctantly the man had nodded and gone off to tell madame Ritter. Julius can only wait and hope that this wouldn't get too awkward. Just how do you approach someone with a cold case in the first place? Still, Julius refused to allow a cold murder case go pass the jurisdiction. He knew what it was like to wait for justice to finally be served and the idea that maybe the victim wasn't important. As a prosecutor, he could, and would, do his best to prevent such things.
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Julius gave a stubborn nod, no games. No...no matter how much fun...that is. No games! Not when they were more important things like finding their parents and telling them how much he missed them. Gray eyes looked at Alex in expectations because well...his brother missed them, right? So, that had to mean that his brother would want to go with him to find them! It would only make sense. Julius was determined this time to see his plans through. Nothing was going to distract him. Not Alex and his games, nor the adults and their usual candy. Not even if they offered to take him to watch a movie! [break][break]
Yet as the moment of silence passed, nothing happened. Alex did not go with him and the adults do not magically pop out of nowhere with something to do. Although, Julius really did not care for the latter at all. No, what worried him had been the former. Why...why wasn't Alex offering to come with him? Did he not miss them? And like most children, Julius asked the question that was on his mind, his tone accusing because he could not believe this. Gray eyes widen as his brother walked over to close the door. "No!" he yelped out hurrying over as fast as his stubby little legs would let him. The two met at the door, with Alex having already locked it and looking at his brother declaring that he missed them. Well if he missed them, then why did he lock the door!?[break][break]
It wasn't that the six year old couldn't unlock it. In fact, his hands had reached up ignoring his brother and his stupid 'I miss Mom and Pa but I'm not going to look for them' attitude when he heard the sound of something hitting the floor. Curious, Julius turned around to see newspapers which honestly were always boring to him. However, what did catch his eyes were the picture of his parents with the wold 'killed in action' above their head. While Julius may not understand what 'action' meant, he knew what killed meant. Killed meant that they were gone but not on some secret spy mission or outside to have an adult's night while the kids have to deal with a babysitter. No, killed meant being gone in a way where they would never come back. Killed meant that they were 'in a better place now', a place that neither of the remaining Vesper's can go.[break][break]
Tears welled up in front of gray eyes as his brother picked up the photo of a man telling him that he was the killer. He..he didn't look bad or anything. He didn't have a weird mustache, or a hat, or horns or anything to say 'this is the bad guy' like on TV. He honestly didn't even look that much older than them. His brother then dropped the picture in a similar way to how he would drop something in the trash can. Julius's lips quivered as his hands balled into fists. "Y-y-you're wro-wrong." he managed to croak out as he shook his head. "Mom....Mom and Da-Dad...can't...be...de-dead. They....they...goo-good! Good pe-people...do-don't...di-di-die!" he accused his brother shaking his head.[break][break]
That's right, all he had to do was open the door. Open the door and find a police station and he'll see his parents. They'll tell him that Alex was wrong. That Alex was wrong because they were alive because only bad people die! Good people live to a very long age and become grandparents. Good people get to be happy and not 'killed in action'. "You're wrong!"
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Julius stared at his brother his lips slightly puckered up. Gray eyes had caught his brother hastily putting the paper away but not really understanding it. He was probably just doing homework or something right? What was so embarrassing about that? The answer he received had failed to appease to the boy. Well, he's been missing them for a year! If they really missed him, then how come they haven't come back yet? He wanted to go back home. Not to this house no matter how nice it was. He wanted to go home where he can see his parents. He didn't want to just hear stories of what they used to do but see what they were doing with his own eyes. However, that wasn't happening. That hasn't happened for a year and..and...and he could barely remember what they look like. If it wasn't for the photograph of them, he wouldn't even remember what they looked like and that wasn't fair. [break][break]
"They're not mom and dad," the six year old insisted when his brother brought up their caretakers. They just weren't...they couldn't replace his mom and dad. Julius refused to not picking up the tone in his brother's voice. Julus couldn't hear the small desperation nor the pain in his brother's lies. [break][break]
"No!" he shouted crossing his arms and crinkling the paper. "I wanna see mom and dad!" he demanded as he jumped off the bed. He was done with all the fun games. Or well..not really. He liked fun games but he couldn't let that distract him. He had waited for a year for his parents. It was almost like waiting for Santa but he had done it. And yet..unlike Santa they didn't seem to be coming home or even giving him a call. "I'm...I'm going to go look for them!" he declared. He'll just...walk to a police station. Did he knew where those were? Not really but he can ask people. Or look for a map or something. He'll find them and ask them to go home and...if they really missed him like Alex says they'll finally come back right? "Don't you miss them?' he asked, eyes narrowed and his voice carrying an accusing tone.[break][break]
note: i am so sorry you had to deal with this during your dark times, alex.
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At age five, Julius couldn't understand it. He couldn't understand the adults that suddenly came over to their house to tell Alex and him that their parents were gone. Although they had talked more to Alex than they did to Julius for reasons that were never told to him. He can only assume it was one of those 'older kids' things. Whatever they talked about, the next day Julius had to pack his belongings and move out to live with that policeman that often came over to chat with them. It was weird but he didn't question it too much because he was a cop and Alex was there with him.[break][break]
Sleeping in a new bed felt strange and the only familiarity he had was seeing his brother. Breakfast was eaten with different people, and there were different meals set on the table as well. At the very least, he still went to the same school but the teachers treated him differently. They spoke softer to him and were more patient in explaining to the five year old on some of his homework. They often told him that they were there for him but he couldn't really understand. [break][break]
At age six, Julius realized that he hadn't seen his parents for almost a year. He had new teachers who didn't talk to him as softly. He was used to the new meals he got and the fact that he shared a room with his brother instead of his parents. And yet, he still couldn't understand it. Which was why Julius sat on their bed with the paper meant to inform a parent or guardian of a child of a teacher's meeting, gray eyes watching as his brother seemed to be doing some kind of homework he couldn't understand. One day, he would but today was not the day. That was something Julius had learned, patience.[break][break]
"Alex...when are mom and dad coming back?" he asked as gray eyes darted down at the paper in hand. The one that he had only pulled out from the folder as his brother was working with a small frown on his face. His parents had been 'gone' for a year now but weren't that too long for undercover cop spy stuff? Just when were they going to come back? "Don't they miss us?' he couldn't help but ask.
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[attr="class","nologicpost1"] Their parents. Julius stared at Alex and gave a small nod. He can only hope so as he really did not have any memories of their parents. Nor did he even know who would be his partner in life. While he had dated a few times before, his workaholic nature or social ineptitude was usually what ended the relationship. Not that he had ever blamed them for leaving, romantic relationships ask for a lot and Julius was not exactly very adequate in giving them what they want. it was only natural. And some of them he was still on good terms with at least.[break][break]
Hearing the pride in his brother's voice made Julius's eyes widen before he found himself looking away. Pale hands came to push a few strands away as if he had just realized how his appearance may not be up to par with how his brother was making him out to be by such simple words. Or perhaps, he only wanted to find something for his hands to do. "I...I..." it was amazing how words suddenly became so much harder to find. It was nothing more than a small congratulation, something he heard from other people when Maurice had invited him to the party. However, the fact that it came from Alex made it different. After all, unlike the rest of his co-worker, Alex was nothing short of an idol for Julius. "I...wouldn't...say that...exactly..." he stated. It was true that he made a few connections and some seemed to be impressed but that didn't truly mean that he was going to be able to climb up the social ladder very quickly. The last thing he would want to do was disappoint his brother.[break][break]
There was something off about Alex's voice when Julius mentioned he had tried a shooting game. It had mainly been for practice and not a very pleasant experience. The young prosecutor could not understand why people would like such games. Before he can ask (or even find the courage to ask) the older Vesper had dismissed himself. Right..their time was up. Julius watched as his brother stood up relaying what he had to do while telling Julius to be careful. If only his brother knew the life that he led. Then again, it was probably better that he didn't. The prosecutor gave a small nod before looking away trying to find the right words. Fortunately, unlike most cases with other people, Alex understood Julius and waited to see if he had anything to say.[break][break]
"You too...take care...and good luck...not that you'll need it...I'm sure you'll do well in class...valedictorian even..." Julius stated before standing up to leave as well. "I'll see you...this holiday?" it was phrased as a question. The words somewhat hung in the air as if he feared possibly intruding in Alex's life. After all, he had his own life now that he didn't have to take care of Julius. Maybe he loved the freedom. He waited to hear the other's answer (whether it was a denial or acceptance) before giving a nod and walking out of the cafe to go home.
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"Barista," came the automatic correction before Julius mentally winced. He really needed to get rid of the habit of automatically correcting people. His voice was also rather loud gaining attention and the younger Vesper found himself folding in in order to take less space. Even if most of the eyes were towards his brother, he couldn't help but still feel embarrassed nonetheless. [break][break]
"I'm...not looking.." he didn't exactly have the time to look with his job. Besides, if someone only loves him for his money there were many problems with that. For one, he didn't make enough money for people to flock to him. He made a good amount to pay for his apartment but it wasn't like he lived in a very big apartment either. Also, if they only love him for his money, he wasn't sure if that would make a healthy relationship. It probably didn't actually. Still, he nodded at the rejection nonetheless having somewhat been expecting it. Alex was simply too good to actually need anyone's help. Which..was rather nice. Gray eyes soften at the thought as he watched the way his brother shined. Alex can easily do anything, couldn't he? Julius was a fool to ever doubt him.[break][break]
Julius gave a nod, he wasn't allowed to talk about his case due to sensitive information. As for his normal life...well...er...he was chasing a youma the other day...and fell...and had to be tended to. Yeah, okay no. That was a bad idea. Best not to tell Alex that he had gotten injured. What else....well there was Halloween when he managed to buy some candy for himself. Only...he had to use it to hit a skeleton and the bad exploded on the impact. He has yet to buy any of the leftover Halloween candy either. There had to be something he could talk about. Oh! "Maurice...my...co-worker....he invited me....to a party. I...I think...I made some...connections there..." however few there was. Then there was also that girl, Masseur who he was also rather concerned about. Although, he doubted that would make much of a conversation. Thin brows scrunched together as the raven-haired male tried to think of what he can tell. [break][break]
A sigh parted from his lips when he realized, he couldn't really find a story as his brother can. "I've been..fine..." he really should have just answered it like that in the first place. As he looked out the window, he caught sight of a family of four walking down the streets...parents walking their children home. Ah yes...primary schools would be let out at this time. He couldn't help but allow his gray eyes to trail after them. One of the children seemed to be playing a game on their phone[break][break]
Soon though, he tore his eyes away from the sight, "I...tried a shooting game...I didn't like it."
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Again? Julius knew he changed it often but the way Sandrine said it, it felt as if it was part of the norm. A part of the prosecutor wondered if he should warn him about choosing too much. No one wants to have a fickle person underneath their wings. The point of the mentor was to guide their mentee and prepare them for when they join the firm. Well..it probably wasn't his place anyway. As the other man had stated, it was his problem and therefore not relevant to the prosecutor.[break][break]
The other merely gave a small nod as he looked at the rain. The park that was usually full of people was rather sparse at the moment. The rain also did not seem like it was going to be letting go anytime soon. The silence was soon broken by the sound of a ringtone and Julius was quick to take his phone out. "Yes?"[break][break]
"Oh, Julius, I remembered you left earlier. I don't think I saw you got an umbrella so I wanted to know if you got home yet?"[break][break]
"No."[break][break]
"Oh. Are you in a car?"[break][break]
"No."[break][break]
"Where are you? I just got off, I can walk over and take you home. I have an umbrella, it's the least I can do for my former mentee."[break][break]
Julius can feel his eyes twitch. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the offer, Maurice was truly kind to go out of his way. However, the raven-haired male was not a child. "I'm fine," he stated, his voice still its usual tone despite the slight annoyance and stubbornness. "Have a nice day," he stated before ending the call. It only then did he remember..right..he wasn't alone. Well...this was awkward..not that it wasn't before for Julius. "Sorry..." that must have been a bit weird to listen to.
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A misunderstanding, and as expected the fault did not lie with Alex as much as it lied with Julius. Alex didn't make mistakes. The younger Vesper closed his hands into fists as he gently bit his lips, more frustrated at himself than anything. However, he opted to remain quiet if only because he didn't want Alex to think it was his fault for the misunderstanding. It wasn't all that important anyway...knowing his older brother, he would forgive him for any of the real inadequacy he had.[break][break]
The young prosecutor hoped that the papers were organized without him there. It probably was right? He didn't dare ask in fear of Alex assuming he was looking down on him. He truly was, he never would, he simply could not. Gray eyes caught the grin that faltered from the corner of his eyes and again the feeling of guilt tugged at his heart. The admission of missing Julius along with a small playful punch. The younger Vesper played along allowing himself to be slightly pushed. "I'll....try to come...more." Although it was going to be harder now, not only because of his job but also because of the new duty that was given to him.[break][break]
Soon there was a clearing of the throat and Julius lifted his head. Before he can fully react, Alex was already out of his seat and went to fetch their drinks. When the gray-eyed male's hand had reached out to stop him, ready to insist that Julius can fetch it, Alex was already out of reach. It was not for long before he handed him his drink. "Thank you," he muttered before taking a sip.[break][break]
"You can..take a break from work....I can pay....for your apartment..." came the offer because really, Julius was rather proud of his brother for getting his masters. It was something that should be encouraged and maybe Julius can also lessen his own debt to the man. Alex had sacrificed so much for him, this was the least that he could do. Besides, it wasn't like the prosecutor spent that much on personal items.
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It seemed the two magic users were following Julius, which was good. He was quite certain he couldn't do this alone, especially when he had only learned about this world a month ago. There was also the fact that his shoulder was still injured, even with Emile's makeshift bandage. It helped, he was sure that it would have been worse without her but the best case scenario would have just been to not be injured in the first place. At the question the girl, Yvette, had asked him, he gave a small nod. It was good that she had caught onto the lie if only because he doubted Emile would have been so willing to stay back (if she even was right now) if he was to outright said he had plans to find a way to end this. Glancing back, he noted the magician was also following them albeit quietly, his face still as blank as ever. It was quite amazing how the man did not seem to have any fear nor determination in him. [break][break]
As the girl fought, Julius noted the skeletons that came near him. He swung the bat managing to get two of them to fall onto the ground before crushing their skills with his shoes. He dropped the bat as it was too bent to be of any use now. Again he glanced back noting that he didn't see Emile or Enzo (as Yvette had identified him). Using their magic should hopefully be safe...even if Julius's own magic might catch the eye of the people. Light magic in the night was not exactly very subtle. [break][break]
Suddenly a giant skeleton in a purple regal approached them...this must have been the leader. He was the one that stood out the most anyway. The fact that the other skeletons seemed to part way for him (which really painted the image of a skeleton king of sorts) has only supported the theory. Julius saw the movement, saw the one the creature lifted his sword. He had two options here. One was to grab the sword of a fallen skeleton but he doubted that would be very useful. Not with how that sword looked much heavier. The prosecutor prepared himself as the sword came down. He needed to time this. [break][break]
As the sword came down, he started to move his hand down calling forth the light of the streets to create a bow for him. The bow itself did not fully take solid form as much as physical energy. Using his right hand he drew the bow to create an arrow. Just as the sword was about to make contact, Julius called forth a small wall in front of him to protect himself from the blow. Fortunately, the sword bounced off the shield.[break][break]
Now! Julius, let the arrow fly point blank at the skeleton before rolling over to his left in hopes of creating some distance. Gray eyes momentarily off of the skeleton in front of him to see how the other two were doing. After all, he had been the one that specifically asked (or rather chose) them to come with him. In other words, they were his responsibility.[break][break]
tldr: took down two skeletons before abandoning the bat. saw napoleon coming at him and created a shield to block before shooting an arrow at point blank and rolling away to create some distance.[break][break] how many grunts left: 13[break]
Julius did not miss the look the familiar employee gave to him or his brother. However, he had only stared blankly back at the other as he waited for his brother to take his order. [break][break]
The prosecutor understood viruses or rather he understood they happened. He did not truly understand why other than downloading a bad file or going to a dangerous website. However, he was sure that was only the simplified version of the explanation. "So...you lost everything?" Was that how it worked? It was how viruses seemed to work for him or at the very least it was the question that everyone asked. [break][break]
Julius's lips curled down at the mention of how long it has been. Yes, it was before armistice day...and it was truly rare for the two to meet up with each other. He truly wished it was not like this. Days where he would see Alex every day was gone. Life was much different now. No longer would he be greeted nor would he greet anyone in his apartment. No longer did he cook either as there wasn't really anyone to cook for. Eating out just felt more convenient for him. "I'm sorry," he stated as he linked his hands together, gray eyes looking at the table. He could do better. Even if he had to work, he was sure that he should be able to do better. Alex had taken a pause on his own education in order to help make money for them. Julius should be able to do the same. If only he wasn't so inadequate. Alex was honestly amazing for being able to juggle so many parts of his life. The younger Vesper can only wish he had such talents.[break][break]
More importantly, though..he wished he could do something to make up for this. "How...is the...apartment. Are...you doing well?" Financially that...Julius had a good amount of spare money if only because he doesn't spend much outside of food and the necessary bills. So maybe if Alex needs help, Julius can help him with that.[break][break]
note: i don't think france celebrates thanksgiving so i just put in armistice day since they're both in november.
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Julius stood next to Officer Göbel, gray eyes staring blankly down at the gun she had loaned to him for the day. Around his neck was the ear muffler to cancel out the loud noise of gunshots. He knew that he had asked for this himself. After finding out that he really could not stand shooting games at the arcades due to its love for shooting humans, the prosecutor had thought it might just be better to practice his accuracy with real guns. Of course, the male had no actual history with guns despite the fact that he had been raised by one. So..this was certainly new and strange. And once again, even though he had asked for it, a part of the prosecutor still could not believe that this was actually happening.[break][break]
The young male slowly focused his attention back to his companion unsure of where to begin. It was quite obvious that he was not a gun enthusiast. He had even made sure to phrase it more as a curiosity. "Do...we just shoot?" he felt almost like a child asking this because somewhere in the back of his mind, he was quite sure that the answer must have been obvious to Officer Göbel. Unfortunately for Julius though, he was currently unable to grasp it. If this was the arcade, there would be some announcer and then he would just start to shoot. Seeing as this was not a game though, he had a feeling there was going to be more to it.
A friend who had been the one to find her. Remembering the photographs, Julius would assume, this person must have found her after it had already happened rather than during it. The prosecutor did not flinch at the woman's frown but instead had merely stared blankly back at her. He had seen criminals given him threatening looks and as far as he knew, he hadn't done anything to cross the woman yet. Theoretically, he should be safe for now. [break][break]
It was Amanda who had reacted first flinching at the sight. It was her action that had caused the white haired woman to apologize. Julius had merely given a nod even though he was unsure as to why the woman was apologizing to him. He wasn't the one that was affected.[break][break]
"First I will need you to go over the story once again. I know you have told the police the story," Julius had gotten the transcript himself but it was part of the procedure. "I will also be asking you some questions along the way. If you wish to stop at any time, tell me and we will take a break. After listening to the story, I will tell you what I can charge him with and how far it will go." The prosecutor took a small pause realizing that he might have said something wrong. He needed to make sure he would give power to the survivor, "but I will hear what you wish to charge him with. If there is enough evidence, I will charge him with what you wish for to the extent of the law." He took a short moment to allow Miss Hearth to process the information before taking out his own phone to record. "Feel free to begin when you are ready," he informed her as he opened the app and started the recording.[break][break]
The man hadn't always been like this. Maybe it was a mask or maybe the stress of work got to him. Miss Hearth was not sure but it started out with small things. Miss Hearth would make a mistake such as forgetting to cook for him or playfully pushing him too hard. He would start with yelling at her for her forgetfulness. When she made a mistake in public or when he thought she might be cheating on him because she was having a small reunion with her highschool friend, he would wait until they were home before beating her. It escalated on from there until it became the smallest mistake or just when he got mad. He did not allow her to call anyone on her phone often checking any outgoing or incoming calls. Any form of social media had also been off limits that Miss Hearth was only allowed to talk to him and perhaps some of her co-workers. Of course, talking about abuse with a co-worker can be difficult. It didn't help that Miss Hearth had gotten her job through the man so there was always the fear that they would not side with her. He had also threatened to hunt her down should she leave. It wasn't just her that he would be after but her sister as well. And this has been happening for the past three years. Throughout the questionings, Miss Hearth would often take breaks and Julius had also asked an intern to go out and get some water for her to drink.[break][break]
Eventually, when the story was done, Julius gave a nod before looking over the notes that he had taken. "With the information we have, I may be able to charge him with ten years of jail...I may be able to push for no parole." Although even then it might be a stretch, but Julius would rather not let the man have any chance. "I see that you have filed a temporary restraining order on him," Julius noted as his eyes glanced at her file, "may I ask who you are staying with?'[break][break]
Miss Hearth looked over at her friend.[break][break]
Ah...it seems she was more involved than Julius had originally thought. Truly, she was a good friend. "I see. Have you seen him or his lawyer after the restraining order has been filed?"
Julius had guided the two into his office so that they can talk privately. He knew how hard it must be to come forward with abuse allegations if only from the research papers he had read back when he was still in school. He had to do this delicately, get her to give him the information he needed and to know if there was anything he needed to prepare for as well. Actually, it wasn't just that. He may very well have to prepare Amanda Hearth for anything the defense attorney may throw her way. They never care what they do as long as they get their victory and more importantly their payment.[break][break]
Once inside the office, he moved behind his desk before looking over at the unknown woman questioningly. Just who exactly was she to have not left yet? Fortunately, the woman had answered one of his questions. She was there for support. The male gestured to the two chairs on the other side of the table. This might take a while so really, it would be best if they were to take a seat. Yet despite that logic, Julius still remained standing. It wouldn't be right to sit before the other two did. "What is your relationship to Miss Hearth?" Was she a supporting friend? A cousin perhaps? More importantly, "are you involved with this case?"
Did Julius mind his clothes being drenched? Naturally...the only question was what bothered him more: his clothes being drenched or spending time with a future defense attorney. The prosecutor himself rarely spent any time with any defense attorneys and for good reasons. They were the opposition and even more was their active attempts in either defending the culprit or trying to lessen their sentences. The only times he ever truly did anything with them outside of the court was when Maurice would accept for both of them. He would never understand what his senior had in mind. The man's explanation never made any sense.[break][break]
Still, with that offer, it would be seen as extremely rude to just walk out now. "Thank you," he stated before taking a seat. His hand moved to the chair on the other side as a silent offer. Who knew how long they were going to be here and it would feel weird to be the only one sitting. "Did..you just came..from observing?"[break][break]
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