Klapollo Ace Attorney *Apollo justice*

"Apollo's Power"

the moment apollo touched his bracelet, everything changed, he nearly jumped in shock, a parto f him thought he was having an anxiety attack

'Wh-What's going on!?' 

"I can see the witness's face, his expression so clearly! I-It's filling my mind! I can see nothing else, hear nothing else!"

he panted a bit as he tried to catch his breathe, trucy very gently tugged at his rolled up sleeve

'Apollo?'

'Trucy! What's happening to me!?'

he asked, a little freaked out, he wasn't used to this

'This is what I meant by "focusing"'

'Focusing...'

she nodded

'In this state, you can see everything, Apollo! Everything the witness does!'

'Th-That's great, but this is kind of freaking me out!'

he admitted, trucy gently patted his arm, trying to reassure him of his nerves

'Just look for Mr. Stickler's twitch -- his habit. You remember it, right?'

he nodded

'Sure! When he says something he's not sure of, he fiddles with a page of his book'

she beamed

'You got it! Right now, you're looking at the witness's face. ...And your eyes are sort of bugging out'

she pointed out, apollo didn't doubt her

"I'll bet they are"

Trucy then started to instruct him on what to do

'First, move your focus of attention down to Mr. Stickler's hand'

'His hand...?'

'You know what to look for now, but you have to be looking at the right place'

"She's right. I can only see his face like this... Time to try changing my viewpoint!"

he slowly moved his eyes to sticklers hand on the book, careful not to do it to quickly so he doesn't disorient himself

'Perfect! Now you're really ready!'

'Ready... for what?'

she giggled, as if he was making a joke

'Ready to perceive the truth behind the twitch!'

'Perceive...'

'Try listening to the witness talk as you focus. Then watch for his habit'

he nodded slowly

'Right... You mean when he fiddles with the page!'

'That's right! That's your signal to look closer, to perceive! Find his weak spot and I guarantee we'll be able to give him the Royal Flush!'

'Spoken like a true guest poker head's and lawyers daughter'

'I'm a magician, thank you very much'

she corrected

"So I have to pay attention to his words... and his fingers!, Right! Look out nervous twitch, here comes Justice!"

he thought to himself, as he listened to stickler speak, ...he saw it, when he said, he used his phone to call the police, apollo saw it, without thinking, he banged down his fists on the bench out of reaction

"I... I saw it! Just now... I could see it!"

the judge looked down at him

'M-Mr. Justice? Do you have something to say?'

'A-all this b-banging of desks! I-It's quite bad for my circulation, you know'

apollo ignored his comment as he called him out

'Mr. Stickler... Allow me to ask you a simple question. Why did you fiddle with the page of your book just now? ...The very moment you mentioned your cell phone!?'

stickler tried to pretend to act dump

'Wh-Wh-What are you talking about!?'

'I'm curious now about this cell phone of yours... Mind if I ask a few questions?'

 "Hmm... What to ask, What to ask..."

he went over back to his notebook, while he was reading over the testimony, ..it hit him like a brick, ..the cell phone they found at the car!!, that was it!

'Mr. Stickler, please show me your cell phone!'

he requested, stickler's reaction only confirmed his suspicions, he was on the right track

'Urk!? Wh-Why? Whatever for?'

apollo however, repeated himself

'Show me, and you'll find out'

'W-Well I can't! I don't have it, you see'

the judge narrowed his eyes at the witness

'You don't have it...?'

apollo grinned as he took out the cellphone from his pocket

'...Mr. Stickler. Is this your cell phone?'

his eyes widen as he saw what was in apollo's hand

'Yeeeeow! Wh-Where did you get that!?'

'That's the phone from yesterday!'

trucy said, apollo nodded

'Look... a cell phone'

'Someone dropped it beneath this tire! If the car moved, it would be crushed for sure!'

'Hmm... I wonder if it belongs to the doctor here?'

apollo grinned as he looked right at stickler in the eyes

'How strange, Mr. Stickler'

stickler started to sweat bullets as he gripped onto his book

'Can you explain why your cell phone is sitting here in my hand at this very moment?'

the judge however, cut in, not understanding any of this

'Wait a minute! What is the meaning of this!?'