Still Working Out The Kinks [MPC#41] [Solo]
Jun 19, 2017 20:06:23 GMT
Post by Cion on Jun 19, 2017 20:06:23 GMT
MPC#41: Jury Duty
# of MPCs Taken This Month: 2
Being part of a jury was not all it was cracked up to be...
At first, Cion had been most excited to be a participant of this new form of justice. Devoid of savage violence, the court was a human invention designed to conclude fights without bloodshed. That and to punish criminals for their actions after a strict code of law and not vigilantism. While enjoying being a mercenary herself, the Sagitamon understood the value in such cultural improvements and accepted the small loss in her income. If it meant having a more civilized digital world where everyone was equal in front of the law, she welcomed it with open arms.
And at the beginning, it seemed splendid enough, if a bit humble. The 'courtroom' was just makeshift since the actual building was still in construction. Still, everything was convered in a royal brown and everyone who participated had a nice seat. The hall was filled with about a houndred digimons, most of them spectators. She was among 9 other digimons who were part of the jury, though she was not the main speaker. Her duty was simply to behold and decide to eventually recommend a judgement for the judge, a special Agumon Hakase.
The defender was a known braver called Veedramon, his lawyer a Piximon. The ones on the offensive were a seemingly badly injured Wendimon in a lot of white dressing and his own lawyer Kangaroomon. The case between the two parties was very simple, and a good test for the currently established system of justice. Easy enough to grasp, Wendimon accused Veedramon of deliberate assault. Veedramon on the other hand merely claimed he was protecting innocent digimons from Wendimon's evil hands. There was no official witness to confirm either story, so the law itself had to find out who spoke the truth.
Before it officially began, Veedramon approached Wendi with folded arms, wondering what in the world his adversary was doing. "C'mon, Wendimon, Who do you think you fo-" Before he could even finish his sentence, his old nemesis Wendi screamed miserably and was close to tears. "Please don't hurt me again. Someone get him off me!" Most digimons let out a gasp of shock that was almost comedic in timing. Cion on the other hand simply wondered if they were yanking her chains, and Veedramon felt the same.
The noise of someone clearing his throat echoed through the room that silenced everyone. A Commandramon, who was a member of Terminus' guard, raised his firm voice. "All rise for this honorable court and its judge Agumon Hakase." And most digimons did alongside the judge. Wendimon attempted to do so, but only fell down seemingly due to his fragile and broken body. "I'm okay." He assured everyone else, though he required the assistance of Kangaroom to get up again. With contempt, Veedramon looked over to him, making Wendimon chuckle.
Violently, the Agumon beat his wooden table with his hammer. "Objection! Why are there sowbugs on my desk?" Cion could not believe what in the digital world was going on. Thus far, this had not been an event of honor and justice, but a farce. Rolling her eyes, the Sagitamon let out a sigh before leaning backwards with her chair. With a magazine in her hands, 'Meat lovers' to be prcise, she let her mind drift. Paying attention or not, she was confident that ultimately, it did not matter at all in this circus.
Kangaroomon stepped forth, trying to appear as professional and tenacious as possible. "Kangaroomon, your honor, lawyer for the plaintiff. I seek to prove without doub that V. Dramon deliberately and cattily harmed and damaged my client, Mr. Wendimon." Piximon remained on her seat, gave the Kangaroomon a thumps down and a loud. "Boo!" Being forced to intervene, Agumon Hakase used his hammer yet again to assert dominance over the others. "Please remain civil in this courtroom. Now, please continue with your opening statement." He ordered Piximon, to which she could only scratch her head in confusion. "That- uuhm- was my opening statement."
Several minutes of questioning vouchers went by, one question being less meaningful than the other. It was a clash of perception, as Veedramon's friends described his bravery and Wendimon's minions praised their master. In the end, only two more people remained, both of them who were prime examples of everything that was wrong with this legal framework. Not that it mattered much to Cion because she had already zoned out eons ago.
Kangaroomon approached one of Wendimon's soldiers, a young Tsukaimon. "Mr. Tsukaimon, right? Would you describe Wendimon as a benevolent and exemplary digimon?" Tsukaimon's response to that was an amused chuckle before she folded her wings defiantly around her belly. "Naaaah, not at all." It took her a couple of seconds before she realized what she had just done, though it was already too late. Bursting in a puff of dark smoke, only a digitama of Tsukaimon remained on the chair. Every starred at Wendi who whistled innocently. "What? It's what she does."
In the vain hope of finally scoring a victory, Piximon decided to get up and introduce herself as well, mostly addressing the jury. "As you all know, I'm just a simple nomadic lawyer. I'm not as cunning as Mr. Kangaroomon, nor do I know how to do this lawyering-thing. Heck, I don't even know how to do simple things, like putting on pants, or which end of a fork goes in your nose. Honestly, I'm as silly and filthy as a can of Surströmming, like you my friends!" Without any self-awareness, she received many frowns and quiet growls.
"The defense calls- Piximon!" She exclaimed before rushing over in front of Agumon. By now, Veedramon was drowning in facepalms, and Cion was sleeping contentedly. "Mister Piximon, am I right?" She asked before rushing over to the chair of the witnesses, assuming the appropriate role. She simply nodded before turning to her prior position. "Could Veedramon injure Wendimon so badly?" She asked before changing positions yet again. Letting out a delighted cackle, Piximon grinned and responded with utmost arrogance to the question.
"Never! Not in a million years. Did you ever took a look at him? His thin limbs and sickly apperance, and that smell. He couldn't hurt a Pafumon even if he tried. It would just blow him away." Unfortunately, these insults aggravated Veedramon greatly. Standing up, he raised a fist and glared at Piximon. "Hey! I could totally waste a Pa-" She yelled for shutting his mouth, angry stares piercing his spirit. Banging his head against his desk, the dragonic digimon surrendered to the sheer asininity this court session was. This of course delighted Wendimon's very core.
With everything said and done, everyone left for a couple of minutes while the jury deliberated their judgement. Cion was still half-asleep, not that she cared about what was happening in this practical joke. After everyone returned, Agumon addressed the Numemon who was the jury's speaker. "Have you reached a verdict?" It was with an unemotional stare that the Numemon responded. "Yes we have." Was all it replied, a long minute of awkward silence filling the room before Agumon raised his voice again. "Aaand... would you care to declare it?" He asked Numemon, his patience tested at this point. "We would."
As absolute quiteness reigned supreme, Veedramon snapped and leaped at Wendimon, who had no problem defending himself despite his supposed injuries. With that case suddenly closed, nearly everyone in the courtroom joined the fray, enacting justice upon each other. Only after a short while, what was left of the hall was only a giant cloud of dust and noises of battle and pain. And in the middle of it all was a calm and bored Sagitamon.
Stretching herself, Cion yawned and got up from her chair. With an expression of tedium, she walked through the unclear battlefield, not minding the bodies that flew around her. Eventually reaching the exit, simply pushed her body through the door. Outside, after closing it again, she let out a deep sigh and beheld the evening sun. "So much for that..." She whispered, disappointed by today's display of incompetence.
Mostly without a sound, she simply left the area with the wish to return home. There, she could at least enforce her own rules alongside Owen without a punchfest. Was this truly how human civilization worked, or had this simply been a bad example. Whatever it was, she did not see her bounties reduce in amount any time soon. Maybe even the exact opposite would occur just before the new justice system was put into place. "Though I guess they still need to work out some kinks."
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# of MPCs Taken This Month: 2
Being part of a jury was not all it was cracked up to be...
At first, Cion had been most excited to be a participant of this new form of justice. Devoid of savage violence, the court was a human invention designed to conclude fights without bloodshed. That and to punish criminals for their actions after a strict code of law and not vigilantism. While enjoying being a mercenary herself, the Sagitamon understood the value in such cultural improvements and accepted the small loss in her income. If it meant having a more civilized digital world where everyone was equal in front of the law, she welcomed it with open arms.
And at the beginning, it seemed splendid enough, if a bit humble. The 'courtroom' was just makeshift since the actual building was still in construction. Still, everything was convered in a royal brown and everyone who participated had a nice seat. The hall was filled with about a houndred digimons, most of them spectators. She was among 9 other digimons who were part of the jury, though she was not the main speaker. Her duty was simply to behold and decide to eventually recommend a judgement for the judge, a special Agumon Hakase.
The defender was a known braver called Veedramon, his lawyer a Piximon. The ones on the offensive were a seemingly badly injured Wendimon in a lot of white dressing and his own lawyer Kangaroomon. The case between the two parties was very simple, and a good test for the currently established system of justice. Easy enough to grasp, Wendimon accused Veedramon of deliberate assault. Veedramon on the other hand merely claimed he was protecting innocent digimons from Wendimon's evil hands. There was no official witness to confirm either story, so the law itself had to find out who spoke the truth.
Before it officially began, Veedramon approached Wendi with folded arms, wondering what in the world his adversary was doing. "C'mon, Wendimon, Who do you think you fo-" Before he could even finish his sentence, his old nemesis Wendi screamed miserably and was close to tears. "Please don't hurt me again. Someone get him off me!" Most digimons let out a gasp of shock that was almost comedic in timing. Cion on the other hand simply wondered if they were yanking her chains, and Veedramon felt the same.
The noise of someone clearing his throat echoed through the room that silenced everyone. A Commandramon, who was a member of Terminus' guard, raised his firm voice. "All rise for this honorable court and its judge Agumon Hakase." And most digimons did alongside the judge. Wendimon attempted to do so, but only fell down seemingly due to his fragile and broken body. "I'm okay." He assured everyone else, though he required the assistance of Kangaroom to get up again. With contempt, Veedramon looked over to him, making Wendimon chuckle.
Violently, the Agumon beat his wooden table with his hammer. "Objection! Why are there sowbugs on my desk?" Cion could not believe what in the digital world was going on. Thus far, this had not been an event of honor and justice, but a farce. Rolling her eyes, the Sagitamon let out a sigh before leaning backwards with her chair. With a magazine in her hands, 'Meat lovers' to be prcise, she let her mind drift. Paying attention or not, she was confident that ultimately, it did not matter at all in this circus.
Kangaroomon stepped forth, trying to appear as professional and tenacious as possible. "Kangaroomon, your honor, lawyer for the plaintiff. I seek to prove without doub that V. Dramon deliberately and cattily harmed and damaged my client, Mr. Wendimon." Piximon remained on her seat, gave the Kangaroomon a thumps down and a loud. "Boo!" Being forced to intervene, Agumon Hakase used his hammer yet again to assert dominance over the others. "Please remain civil in this courtroom. Now, please continue with your opening statement." He ordered Piximon, to which she could only scratch her head in confusion. "That- uuhm- was my opening statement."
Several minutes of questioning vouchers went by, one question being less meaningful than the other. It was a clash of perception, as Veedramon's friends described his bravery and Wendimon's minions praised their master. In the end, only two more people remained, both of them who were prime examples of everything that was wrong with this legal framework. Not that it mattered much to Cion because she had already zoned out eons ago.
Kangaroomon approached one of Wendimon's soldiers, a young Tsukaimon. "Mr. Tsukaimon, right? Would you describe Wendimon as a benevolent and exemplary digimon?" Tsukaimon's response to that was an amused chuckle before she folded her wings defiantly around her belly. "Naaaah, not at all." It took her a couple of seconds before she realized what she had just done, though it was already too late. Bursting in a puff of dark smoke, only a digitama of Tsukaimon remained on the chair. Every starred at Wendi who whistled innocently. "What? It's what she does."
In the vain hope of finally scoring a victory, Piximon decided to get up and introduce herself as well, mostly addressing the jury. "As you all know, I'm just a simple nomadic lawyer. I'm not as cunning as Mr. Kangaroomon, nor do I know how to do this lawyering-thing. Heck, I don't even know how to do simple things, like putting on pants, or which end of a fork goes in your nose. Honestly, I'm as silly and filthy as a can of Surströmming, like you my friends!" Without any self-awareness, she received many frowns and quiet growls.
"The defense calls- Piximon!" She exclaimed before rushing over in front of Agumon. By now, Veedramon was drowning in facepalms, and Cion was sleeping contentedly. "Mister Piximon, am I right?" She asked before rushing over to the chair of the witnesses, assuming the appropriate role. She simply nodded before turning to her prior position. "Could Veedramon injure Wendimon so badly?" She asked before changing positions yet again. Letting out a delighted cackle, Piximon grinned and responded with utmost arrogance to the question.
"Never! Not in a million years. Did you ever took a look at him? His thin limbs and sickly apperance, and that smell. He couldn't hurt a Pafumon even if he tried. It would just blow him away." Unfortunately, these insults aggravated Veedramon greatly. Standing up, he raised a fist and glared at Piximon. "Hey! I could totally waste a Pa-" She yelled for shutting his mouth, angry stares piercing his spirit. Banging his head against his desk, the dragonic digimon surrendered to the sheer asininity this court session was. This of course delighted Wendimon's very core.
With everything said and done, everyone left for a couple of minutes while the jury deliberated their judgement. Cion was still half-asleep, not that she cared about what was happening in this practical joke. After everyone returned, Agumon addressed the Numemon who was the jury's speaker. "Have you reached a verdict?" It was with an unemotional stare that the Numemon responded. "Yes we have." Was all it replied, a long minute of awkward silence filling the room before Agumon raised his voice again. "Aaand... would you care to declare it?" He asked Numemon, his patience tested at this point. "We would."
As absolute quiteness reigned supreme, Veedramon snapped and leaped at Wendimon, who had no problem defending himself despite his supposed injuries. With that case suddenly closed, nearly everyone in the courtroom joined the fray, enacting justice upon each other. Only after a short while, what was left of the hall was only a giant cloud of dust and noises of battle and pain. And in the middle of it all was a calm and bored Sagitamon.
Stretching herself, Cion yawned and got up from her chair. With an expression of tedium, she walked through the unclear battlefield, not minding the bodies that flew around her. Eventually reaching the exit, simply pushed her body through the door. Outside, after closing it again, she let out a deep sigh and beheld the evening sun. "So much for that..." She whispered, disappointed by today's display of incompetence.
Mostly without a sound, she simply left the area with the wish to return home. There, she could at least enforce her own rules alongside Owen without a punchfest. Was this truly how human civilization worked, or had this simply been a bad example. Whatever it was, she did not see her bounties reduce in amount any time soon. Maybe even the exact opposite would occur just before the new justice system was put into place. "Though I guess they still need to work out some kinks."
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