Klapollo Ace Attorney *Apollo justice*

"Shoe Print"

when they got into the park, everything relatively stayed the same, but on closer examination, the scene was a little different

'Huh? Does something about this scene look different to you?'

trucy nodded, feeling the same weird sense

'The blue tarps are gone! Maybe that's it?'

she suggested, apollo looked towards her direction, then noticed something a little more off

'Yeah, I think you're right. Look over there'

trucy followed his eyes

'The white-frocked detective from yesterday. She seems to be apologizing reverently... to the trash can'

she said, cocking her head to the side in confusion, ..apollo didn't bother to question it

'She's... under a lot of stress. The investigation's probably not going so well'

suddenly, she started to march right up to them after meeting their eyes

'Hey, you there! If you're going to talk about someone behind their back, do it more quietly, please!'

'Oh, Detective Skye. Hello'

apollo greeted professionally, while trucy just spoke her mind

'You seem as gloomy as ever'

ema ignored her as she ranted

'This is miserable! Miserable! I just got a new kit, and I can't get the stuff to work. And everyone's all smiles for that glimmerous fop'

she complained

'Glimmerous...? Does she mean Prosecutor Gavin?'

'More to the point, doesn't she mean "glamorous"?'

again, ema ignored them

'When he walks his shiny chains catch the sun and glimmer in my eyes! It's distracting!!'

she then angrily took out a big of snacks, and started munching on them live crazy, apollo held back the urge to roll his eyes at her

"Speaking of distracting..."

after she was done getting out her stress by snakcing, she sighed tiredly

'I guess I just have to accept the fact that I lack talent'

"Sounds like she's trying out some sort of new forensics technique..."

he sighed as he started to ask his questions, ..their was one he has been meaning to ask for awhile

'Detective Skye, you know Mr. Wright, correct?'

'How do you know my daddy!? I want details!'

she demanded, wanting to know ever aspect of her father's life, ema crossed her arms as she grinned a little

'Ah? Ah... Well... ...He helped me out a long time ago. You might say he "saved" me'

she said, not really sure on how else to word it

"Wasn't she saying something about "getting involved in an incident"?"

'I can't stand it when things are vague... especially in a case. I went to study to become a forensic scientist... in Europe'

'But... you're a detective now?'

he said, not trying to sound rude but was also curious

'Well... I failed the test. But, you know, rank and title don't matter! What matters is what's inside your heart!'