Klapollo Ace Attorney *Apollo justice*

"Trucy And Apollo Break The Rules"

'Are these... bullet holes?'

she asked, examining the wall closely, apollo quickly brought out his notepad and pen, he always kept it around, to make little notes so he wouldn't forgot

'Looks like it. There are two here in the wall'

'From the look of it, the victim was shot once in the shoulder. The first shot must have missed'

ema said

'But there are two holes. Wouldn't that mean two misses?'

'The murder weapon is a 45-caliber revolver. It's very powerful. I believe what we're seeing here... ...is the mark left by the second bullet after it passed through his shoulder!'

trucy winced

'Ouch... Sounds painful'

she said, then looked down at the ground when something shiny caught her gaze, she picked it up, it was a pretty brooch

'Ooh, what a pretty brooch!-'

'You're not going to say, "Can I have it, please," are you?'

trucy gave her an offended look, she wasn't stupid enough to ask if she can have something at a crime scene, but apparently, ema didn't take the hint

'Look you may be a cute little girl of fifteen... ...but that doesn't get you any special treatment with me!'

Trucy glared at her as apollo stepped in

'It's not healthy to envy the young, Ema'

ema shot him a warning look

'It's not about envy! It's about tampering with evidence!'

"Note to self: Ema lacks a sense of humor. Use caution"

he thought to himself, ema crossed her arms

'You need to learn to respect your elders a little!'

'we'll do that when you stop treating us like shit!'

apollo spat back, leaving ema a little speechless as he went to go examine the brooch

"...Something seems so familiar about that brooch"

apollo put the brooch into his pocket since he left his bag at home, his eyes darted towards the poster on the wall

'There's another Gavinners poster here'

ema grunted in annoyance at it

'I'm just about sick of seeing those, personally. Maybe I'll tear it down! Ha ha!'

'No tampering with the crime scene, Ema!'

he warned

'Hmph. Maybe there's something else I can tear to shreds...'

trucy eyes widen in anger as she punched her fist into her other free hand, glaring daggers at her

'Don't look at me!'

ema backed up on her gaze, ..mr wright had taught them well on how to be scary, suddenly, another thing caught apollo's eyes, ...a revolver

'This is the murder weapon, isn't it? This revolver...?'

'That's right. A big 45-caliber revolver'

she confirmed, trucy walked up to his side to examine it herself

'Wow. I wonder who brought this in here? I thought only police were allowed to have one of those'

apollo looked up at her, ema stared back at him