[The absolute gall of it all. To think, some absolute hooligan would have enough disrespect for proper law and order to kidnap a woman of such high regard as a Von Karma. When this gets worked out, she'll take great joy in crafting an airtight case against the villain and then handing it off to her brother's desk so that she can become the prosecution's star witness and personally see the culprit put away in prison for the rest of their foolish life.
The problem is that none of the people here are the villains needing to be brought to justice. They're either idiots or victims. The investigation needs to go a little deeper. So instead of raising a fuss by herself, she'll approach the nearest person who looks like they've got substantial upper body strength and address them with the tone of someone who expects everyone else to do what she tells them without asking questions.]
You there. Make yourself useful and break down that door for me. [she gestures at the locked door that doesn't seem to open for any of the victims. It's got to be where they're hiding the secrets.]
WORKING THE EVENT FLOOR
[As shameful as it is to be enlisted to do this menial labor for anonymous overlords, Franziska does see how some of the employees can find such a life palatable. In this tiny microcosm of a gambling game, lost souls hopelessly give away every penny they've ever made, leaving them to fall into a scruffy pit of decrepit despair. They need leadership. Here, at the helm of this miserable table, she is their queen. She tends to bark commands at the people playing blackjack under her watchful eye, and regularly reaches for a whip hidden somewhere within the folds of her uniform, cracking it in the air to add punctuation to her voice.]
You've only got twelve showing! You want to stand there?? Are you trying to lose? Ask me for another card or you'll see how hard I can truly hit you!
FEATURED GAME
[The fuss around this game is attention-grabbing, at least. After the end of her shift, Franziska settles at one of the Cupid's Crush tables, mostly to find out what all the yelling has been about. It seems unnecessarily complex for what sounds like an invitation to be humiliated. But then again, who was she to pass up a chance to watch someone else spill all their secrets and then be forced to do something embarrassing?
She slides a "secrets" card into the center of the table, smugly making eye contact with the person across from her like a lioness who's just identified the day's prey. This person. This is the one who'll lose this game. She intends to make sure of it.]
Franziska Von Karma | Ace Attorney | OTA
[The absolute gall of it all. To think, some absolute hooligan would have enough disrespect for proper law and order to kidnap a woman of such high regard as a Von Karma. When this gets worked out, she'll take great joy in crafting an airtight case against the villain and then handing it off to her brother's desk so that she can become the prosecution's star witness and personally see the culprit put away in prison for the rest of their foolish life.
The problem is that none of the people here are the villains needing to be brought to justice. They're either idiots or victims. The investigation needs to go a little deeper. So instead of raising a fuss by herself, she'll approach the nearest person who looks like they've got substantial upper body strength and address them with the tone of someone who expects everyone else to do what she tells them without asking questions.]
You there. Make yourself useful and break down that door for me. [she gestures at the locked door that doesn't seem to open for any of the victims. It's got to be where they're hiding the secrets.]
WORKING THE EVENT FLOOR
[As shameful as it is to be enlisted to do this menial labor for anonymous overlords, Franziska does see how some of the employees can find such a life palatable. In this tiny microcosm of a gambling game, lost souls hopelessly give away every penny they've ever made, leaving them to fall into a scruffy pit of decrepit despair. They need leadership. Here, at the helm of this miserable table, she is their queen. She tends to bark commands at the people playing blackjack under her watchful eye, and regularly reaches for a whip hidden somewhere within the folds of her uniform, cracking it in the air to add punctuation to her voice.]
You've only got twelve showing! You want to stand there?? Are you trying to lose? Ask me for another card or you'll see how hard I can truly hit you!
FEATURED GAME
[The fuss around this game is attention-grabbing, at least. After the end of her shift, Franziska settles at one of the Cupid's Crush tables, mostly to find out what all the yelling has been about. It seems unnecessarily complex for what sounds like an invitation to be humiliated. But then again, who was she to pass up a chance to watch someone else spill all their secrets and then be forced to do something embarrassing?
She slides a "secrets" card into the center of the table, smugly making eye contact with the person across from her like a lioness who's just identified the day's prey. This person. This is the one who'll lose this game. She intends to make sure of it.]