Ace Attorney: The Roleplay

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Title: Daemon Wolfe: Ashes and Diamonds
Post by: McFazzer on July 20, 2010, 01:16:24 am
(Notes: Thought I would give this Fanfic thing a go. Comments and constructive criticisms would be appreciated.
All of Daemon's internal thoughts are written in Italics)

[September 21st, 7:50 PM
Demon Wolf Detective Agency ]

*THUMP* *THUMP*

I heard an unfamiliar walk coming from the stairs to his office. Considering the location of my agency, the steps either belonged to a new client, or someone looking for the back entrance to the Chinese across the alley, renowned for its discretion, and a perfect place for my more... interesting clientele. I would like to think the former; rent is due and I have a new piggy-bank in need of assistance.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

"Well, I guess that’s for me."
Looking around the room, Daemon decided that his office was more-or-less clean enough, so he went to the door and opened the door, the chain-lock still on; couldn’t be too careful this side of town. The open crack revealed a solidly built man wearing a novelty Mask*deMasque mask... this sent alarm-bells ringing in Daemon's head, and the alarms went: Imma ‘bout to be taken for a long drive, and If this is a job, it 'd better pay well, and Ahhh, $***! This probably won’t end well.

Daemon, ignoring the turmoil going on between his ears, said, “May I help you, sir?” in a characteristically calm voice.
The solidly built masked man replied with a deep rumble, “Are you Mr Daemon Wolfe?”
“That depends, Mr Mask. Are you a client for Mr Wolfe?”

.........

“No, bu-“ he started to reply, but Daemon cut in quickly.
“Sorry, Mr Mask, but Mr Wolfe only deals with his clients directly. Goodbye, sir.”
As Daemon went to shut the door, a large hand halted his progress and the deep rumble could be heard from behind the door.
“I am dreadfully sorry, Mr Wolfe, but I have your picture here and my benefactor requests your presence.”
“I am also dreadfully sorry, Mr Mask, but one of the perks of being a Private Detective means I can choose my own clients, and unless your mysterious benefactor comes down here, there is not a snowball's chance in hell I will accept.”
“I have been instructed to bring you to him by any means, Mr Wolfe.”
“I am sure you have, Mr Mask and I’m willing to do what I need to do to maintain my independence as an Investigator.” If this guy tries to break down this door I just fixed... I swear I wi-.

*BANG*

“$***!” Daemon's outburst echoed around his office

*BANG* *THUNK* *THUNK*

Well, he started out kicking, so what he is using now...

*THUNK*

Sounds like a... blade... bugger.

*THUNK* *CRACK!*

Daemon saw a blade peeking through the door and the large hand that previously stopped the closing door, opening it. While the hand was busy finding the door handle, Daemon looked for a weapon... he found a baseball bat... The door opened... Daemon, with his baseball bat in hand, was looking up at the hulking brute of a man... with a machete. Crap was the only thought Daemon had time for before the masked giant came at him...


Cliff-Hanger! I promise I shall continue at another date

Note: "I changed it to past tense, because I thought it would be more fitting. If you wish it to be present tense, give me a shout, alright, McFazzer?" -Dypo


Title: Re: Daemon Wolfe: Ashes and Diamonds
Post by: Dypo on July 20, 2010, 01:40:51 am
I liked this story. I thought it was well-written, albeit a bit rushed. Due to the rushed-ness of it, some mistakes have been made, including mistakes in the formatting.

Nonetheless, it was fun to read. If you would allow me, I could edit the formatting and correct any typos. I would do it right away, but I don't wish to abuse my powers as an Admin.

Oh yeah, by the way, swearing isn't allowed here. Either censor them, or delete them entirely. I'm talking about "SH!T!", of course.


Title: Re: Daemon Wolfe: Ashes and Diamonds
Post by: McFazzer on July 20, 2010, 02:58:16 am
Go for it, Dypo. What ever formatting is needed you have my permission to do so


Title: Re: Daemon Wolfe: Ashes and Diamonds
Post by: McFazzer on January 31, 2011, 10:38:13 pm
(Hi guys! guess I better show some sign that I am alive so hear is the next bit. Yay! and if there are problems with format Dypo you have free reign to fix)

The giant obviously used to a one hit K.O. was caught by surprise when the machete got caught in a length of baseball bat.

“Wouldn’t your ‘benefactor’ be upset if you damaged his goods?” Daemon taunted and let go of the bat. Daemon then kicked the giant in the place where no guy likes to be kicked resulting in the giant bending over right into another of Daemons kicks, this one to the face. As a result the giant dropped his weapon which Daemon is quick to retrieve. With the giant incapacitated, but conscious, on the ground Daemon removes the mask from the man and sees two dark eyes and a horribly broken nose. Daemon then rests the flat of the blade on the side of Mr Mask’s face.

“Now, Mr Mask, who is this mysterious benefactor of yours? If you answer quickly I will be gentle.”
“He should be just behind me Mr Wolfe... he figured this was how it would turn out...” so says the giant who just got kicked in the face.
Just then, Daemon hears a pair of footsteps coming up the stairs leading to my office. One of which, judging by the sound, with a walking stick of some description and one quite possibly elderly from the pace.

*CLICK*... *CLICK* *THUNK*... *CLICK*... *CLICK* *THUNK*

Daemons prediction was soon proven correct when an elderly man in a black pinstripe suit with a matching tie and small black circular glasses perched on his thin nose, which was somewhere between average and long, and accompanied by a tall young man, also in a pinstripe suit but this one navy blue and with a matching tie and slicked back, black, hair. The elderly man spoke first.

“Well, Mr Wolfe, you certainly live up to my expectations” the man’s voice was thin and brittle like a piece of old paper. “I hope my associate didn’t do too much damage.”
“He broke my door, sir... I’m sorry you have me at a disadvantage, you know me, but I don’t know you... well not on sight anyway.” Daemons voice betraying none of the annoyance at his door being broken for a simple test.

“Yes I do have you at a disadvantage, and I wish to keep you like that until you hear out my request.” Wow this old man is smooth, as long as he pays for a new door him and I should have no problems is the only meaningful thought that went through his head before the man continued. “I am a businessman, although you may have guessed based on my clothes and I am sure you realise that I deal with the cities darker side.”
“No $*** sir. You hired a giant with a machete, a machete which I still hold, to drag me to who knows where because of a stupid test. I didn’t need to be Sherlock Holmes to figure that out.” Daemon interrupted in a stupidly calm tone considering the situation.

“QUIET YOU LITTLE INSECT! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO YOU ARE ADDRESSING?!” the giant on the ground shouted, with fear creeping in at the edges of his voice.

“Of course I don’t know who it is, haven’t you listened to the conversation at all, giant?” Daemon says while leveling the machete at the giant’s kind-of nose. “So would you kindly shut up? I need to listen to the rich-mans request if I am ever to deduce his name... good.” now directing his attention back to the old man “I’m sorry, would you and your companion like a drink? All I have is coffee; I hope that is ok...”
“No, no, that is quite alright, Mr Wolfe, and I take no offence to your previous statements, I would like to tell you my request as soon as possible so I can move on to other matters that need my attention” the man’s paper voice seeming to barely reach Daemon
“I understand, sir, but you must realise that the entire Wolfe family does this detective thing... and I am the most expensive. So you should be able to understand my curiosity.”
“Yes I am well aware of the other Wolfe’s, but those Wolfe’s hunt in packs, if you will pardon the pun, and I need the Lone Wolfe. The one who deviates from the traditional path of information gathering and the one who is willing to get his hands dirty to get answers. That is you, is it not?” That thin voice is really getting annoying... and I get the distinct feeling he is mocking me...

"Yeah... yeah that's me, but I need some kind of, oh I don't know... idea what this is all about, because if you would happen to look around I have no TV, no radio, no computer and those newspapers are pretty old, I'm a bit out of the loop, for now anyways." well that should get me some idea about what is going on

"Yes of course. Mr Johnson, the file and dossier, if you please" well at least I know mister-slick-hair now Daemon thought as he was handed the documents

Okay this news clipping something about a string of arson attacks to some pretty random establishments, a used car dealership, a restaurant, a... elderly care home? Ooooookayyy... now focus links... links the only links seem to be that the fires were quite isolated, didn't leave the room, the fire-brigade got there very quickly which would explain it... the cities geography gives a prevailing easterly wind the buildings directly to... the... east... they are all owned by the Blackwood family, a crime family... awwwww man if they're here something baaaad happened if that's the case fire was probably a distraction to get what ever it is they wanted, clever, but now they have an M.O. huh...
"Now Mr Wolfe these building only have the fact that they are all nex-"
"Oh I figured that Mr Blackwood, or can I call you James? I didn't expect the patriarch of Blackwood to show up, I guess some thing important was stored in those building that was stolen?"
"...Y-yes hmm. Diamonds Mr Wolfe, those buildings contained the Blackwood supply of diamonds." said a very surprised Mr Blackwood
"Oooohhh... something must be very bad for you to tell me this, Mr Blackwood"
"It is you may know that the Blackwood company keeps all the other minor gangs in the city is a sense of check. Diamonds are the currency, the last cache was hit last night, we need you to get them back, no matter what the cost, you will be paid eight percent of what you retrieve and we need at least twenty percent to operate at minimum efficiency. Please do what you can Mr Wolfe as you know our business keeps the city from becoming a war-zone. Farewell." aaaaannnd they're gone... and me without a door to close behind them, jerks

To be continued