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Post by Dinobot on May 12, 2011 19:46:27 GMT -5
Month 1, Week 3, Day 4, Semi-private
The defense hasn't called a lot of witnesses yet. This might even be the first one! It's kind of nebulous and montage-y. You probably shouldn't worry about it too much. The point is that the witness about to be called is getting called early on so that the defense can start undermining the entire basis for the prosecution's case from the get-go.
Dinobot rises from his seat next to Hook and Ultra Magnus and nods respectfully to Optimus Prime in the judge's box. "The defense calls Glyph to the stand."
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Glyph
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Post by Glyph on May 12, 2011 20:12:53 GMT -5
Glyph's oil runs cold as Dinobot calls her. She's been fretting about this ever since Jazz pegged her for the actual dating.
Air is cycled as Glyph takes a moment to calm herself, then stands from her seat, and heads up to the witness' stand, and once being swore in by Grimlock, takes a seat and awaits her questioning.
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OOC: Posing of Grimlock done with permission 'cause I play him.
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Post by Dinobot on May 12, 2011 20:52:39 GMT -5
Dinobot rises from his seat and strides over to the witness stand, serrated teeth bared in a predatory grimace. The only thing missing is the sound of his weapons whirling.
"Glyph, what is your profession?"
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Glyph
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Post by Glyph on May 14, 2011 2:25:05 GMT -5
Glyph leans back juuuuuust a bit in her chair. Dinobot is scary, even when just being a laywer.
Then again, that should probably make him more scary.
"I am an archaeometerist, with skills in data processing and linguistics."
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Post by Dinobot on May 14, 2011 11:48:54 GMT -5
Glyph is trying to retreat, but she has nowhere to go. Dinobot's smile widens. This is going to be too easy.
"Would you please tell the court what function an archaeometrist performs?"
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Post by Glyph on May 14, 2011 15:48:38 GMT -5
"An archaeometerist has many functions, but the general summary is the application of scientific techniques to analysis of archaeological materials. This consists of using physical and chemical dating methods to determine absolute and relative chronologies on artifacts; general artifact studies; environmental studies to discern information on past environments; data processing; using survey techniques to find buried objects without being intrusive or destructive; and conservation sciences that involve the study of decay processes and the development of new methods of conservation."
A bit long-winded and Perceptor-esque, but there it is. Glyph could totally date your mom, Chopperface, know how old she was, what she liked to eat, and where she lived.
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Post by Dinobot on May 14, 2011 15:53:38 GMT -5
Dinobot's mom would be a Predacon, which would make it awkward for her to date Glyph for numerous reasons.
He nods along impatiently at the carbot's long-winded explanation. "Fascinating. Have you performed any of these functions in reference to this trial?"
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Post by Glyph on May 14, 2011 16:31:14 GMT -5
There's the big money question.
"I have. I was asked to use dating methods upon the defendant's laser core, and I did so."
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Post by Dinobot on May 14, 2011 19:14:38 GMT -5
Dinobot moves in for the kill, narrowing his optics and leaning forward.
"Hn, have you ever performed this test on a component from a living Transformer before?"
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Post by Glyph on May 17, 2011 11:46:12 GMT -5
"Not before this, no."
Glyph is attempting to hold a neutral expression, but Dinobot is all scary and looming and being quiet.
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Post by Dinobot on May 17, 2011 19:16:39 GMT -5
"Interesting. Do you know if your dating methods work on lasercores? Do you know how accurate they are when used on lasercores?" he asks, voice just as steady and quiet as ever.
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Post by Glyph on May 18, 2011 23:14:34 GMT -5
Glyph starts to answer, then realizes something. "Erm. My apologies - before, I misworded. I did the testing on the casing of the lasercore, not the lasercore itself. Like if it was someone of my reality, for comparison, it would be akin to doing it to the spark chamber, not the spark itself."
A pause, then she clears her vocaliser. "But that is not the answer to your question. On the lasercore itself, my methods are untested. The casing, however, is as far as I could tell, simple metal, so my methods are reasonably accurate in placing the age of the metal."
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Post by Dinobot on May 20, 2011 10:34:41 GMT -5
"You misworded. Of course. It happens to the best of us," Dinobot says, offering a parody of a friendly smile to Glyph.
"You say your methods are reasonably accurate. How accurate are they? Can they place the age of the metal to within a year?" he asks, with the same serrated smile.
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Post by Glyph on May 27, 2011 13:40:26 GMT -5
Glyph shakes her head. "With the limited materials I have here, I'd estimate that my methods would, at best, give a 1000-year margin."
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Post by Dinobot on May 28, 2011 10:38:38 GMT -5
"A thousand-year margin," Dinobot echoes, turning to look at the jury. That's hardly accurate at all, wouldn't you agree, jury?
"Do you mean to say that you have fixed the age of the piece of Hook's lasercore casing that you tested to a range of one thousand years, or is there a thousand-year margin of error on your estimate? Error bars a millenium across seem rather inaccurate to me, but then I'm not an expert like you," he hisses, pacing casually back and forth with his hands clasped behind his back.
Never in a million years did the raptor think he would ever enjoy anything this much without being up to his elbows in either Shakespeare folios or the dismembered limbs of his enemies.
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