001 ❖ [video]

[prosecutory]

[ The video starts to show a man with a sense of refinement and formality, sitting primly at a desk in what seems to be a rather spacious and neat and normal apartment. The bed is made, the closets are closed, and not a single item seems to be out of place, pretty much. The occupant himself is wearing a suit with a distinct shade of red (if you ask him, he’ll say it’s red, but others might say magenta, or pink), a dark vest and a frilly white cravat. His gray eyes betray a touch of impatience and irritation, but he remains still and clears his throat. ]

Good morning. My name is Miles Edgeworth, and I am a public prosecutor. Like all of you, I have been brought to this...this location against my will and through as yet unknown means.

[ Standing not so primly behind him is a girl. And, while Edgeworth may be the picture of poise and dignity, his companion with the bright pink shirt and the golden key dangling from her ponytail is most definitely not. This could be attributed to the way she’s currently mimicking his posture and expression with exaggerated motions. Edgeworth frowns, she grimaces comically. He clears his throat, she clutches at hers like she’s choking.

It’s probably a good thing that he hasn’t turned around yet. ]

And as of now, no one has found a way to leave and return to where they came from. [ He folds his arms across his chest, tapping his right index finger on his left arm. Edgeworth clearly wants nothing better than to return to where he came from, and still does not notice what the girl behind him is up to. ] Though we currently have information regarding the various districts and our...hosts, there is a dearth of knowledge not only regarding how we got here and how to leave, and why we are even here in the first place.

[ The girl makes a noise, a hoity-toity quiet sort of “harrumph harrumph”, as she folds her arms in imitation of Edgeworth’s pose. When he glances over his shoulder at her, though, her hands are clasped in front of her chest and her gaze is earnest and absolutely innocent. ]

That’s horrible, isn’t it, Mr. Edgeworth? All those unsolved mysteries! All those uneaten Swiss Rolls I stashed under your couch cushions, left to get all moldy... we should get on that investigation bit soon!

[ He lets his arms drop. Though he is now facing away, one could figure out from his voice that his expression is very deadpan. ]

If you do leave anything under my couch, you are responsible for cleaning it up, Kay. [ The prosecutor faces his phone again, forehead furrowed in thought. ] Now, this brings me to my proposal: It would do us and potential newcomers good to have a document compiled with what we know, as it may help us deduce new information and lead us closer to the truth, instead of simply leaving everyone’s findings scattered across the network. I have scoured it for anything worth remembering, but anyone should feel free to contribute.

[ He pauses to reach up and adjust his cravat a bit.

In response, Kay reaches up to arrange her muffler in the manner of his cravat. Except that mufflers aren’t cravats and instead of adjusting hers, she tightens it a little too much and lapses into a squeaky choked noise when it proves a wee bit uncomfortable.

At that, Edgeworth turns around again, a bit faster this time. ]

What are you doing?!

[ Before dealing with his assistant, he reaches out to switch his phone off. The last thing anyone will hear is Kay’s protest of “You’ll scare them all away if you don’t lighten the mood!!” That’s all, folks.

And expect tags from either Edgeworth, Kay, or both of them. ]

Comments

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[the_ninja]

[... is he applauding? Yes. Yes he is.

Apparently deciding that neither are quite enough here, The Ninja has shrugged off the comforting semi-anonymity of a simple text or audio reply, meaning that Edgeworth has the pleasure of that trademark vulpine smirk of his plastered across his screen. Whilst he's intrigued by the suggestion of cataloguing what they know so far, he just can't help himself, especially when it comes to people as severe as poker-faced as this man seems to be. Where the pink suit and cravat- and, for that matter, the perky sidekick- fit into that, however, is beyond him.]

Do you two do theatre? There must be some places here crying out for a double-act like that. [There's a brief, infuriating pause- one long enough to let that sink in but just short enough to intercept any less than amused replies- before he continues.] But putting that to one side, you've piqued my interest. What kinds of things did you deem worthy of remembering?

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[farakay]

I think he'd definitely run offstage if I tried...

[ life is so tragic, isn't it, Kay? ]

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[prosecutory]

We do not do theater.

[Edgeworth sighs, massaging his temples as if he just got a headache from that "act".]

I am looking for more information regarding our captors, the districts, and this place in general, preferably apart from general knowledge.

[Video] I REGRET NOTHING.

[wishesforacutiemark]

[There was one VERY VERY piece of information here that Apple Bloom HAS to know. Screw the rest of it - it's something REALLY IMPORTANT, OKAY?!]

....What's a public prosecutor?

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[farakay]

The pony is talking?!

-- How much can you get for a talking pony?

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[prosecutory]

[Edgeworth, at this point, is not surprised to see (and hear) her and remembers the talking pony all too well.

...oh. OHHHHHH. He wouldn't be surprised if there were no prosecutors where this little filly came from. So he tries his best to explain.]

A public prosecutor is someone who gathers information regarding a crime, and builds a case to prove the guilt of the acc - the one who is believed to have committed the crime - in the hopes of discovering the truth, and making sure those who did wrong are penalized accordingly.

[That's enough, isn't it?]

[singsingbluesilver]

I DIDN'T DO IT!

[farakay]

We've got our culprit!!

[prosecutory]

Wh...what?! [Don't startle him like that, man.]

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[futility]

[... Snrrrrk. Okay, Fiole can't help but be amused by that, but he stifles any laughter he might have and tries to help Edgeworth retain some of his dignity—]

I'm not sure how much useful information I might have [especially considering he was half-dead when he arrived] but I'd be more than happy to help, if there's anything I can do.

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[farakay]

You can tell him that he needs to lighten up a little...

[ she might have been scolded.

A lot. ]

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[prosecutory]

What do you have, then?

[Let's narrow it down, shall we? Work our way from the OH EVERYONE KNOWS THAT to the OH REALLY and the OH I DID NOT NOTICE THIS MAYBE.]

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[defaming]

Good afternoon, Mr. Edgeworth. And the same to your companion. Kay, was it? Your name is not unfamiliar to me. I am Kristoph Gavin of Gavin Law Offices. [Well, not anymore, but no one has to know that.]

I'd be more than willing to help you with your laudable investigation, but so far I've learned nothing of import aside from those basic facts you have yourself laid out already. If I find myself faced with any new revelations, I will gladly share them with you.

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[farakay]

Gavin Law Offices...? Are you a prosecutor too?

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[prosecutory]

[Gavin...Gavin...hmm, Edgeworth feels he has heard that name before, maybe. But in any case, here was a lawyer, and he seems to know a thing or two about his job. And he did say Edgeworth's name was not unfamiliar.

The prosecutor inclines his head in place of a bow and greets Kristoph with a small grin; he is still seated, after all. It would be silly to suddenly stand up and bow before his phone.]

A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Gavin. Your assistance is appreciated.

Which fields of law do you specialize in? [Hey, could be corporate, could be criminal, could be whatever.]

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[megone]

I'm also looking for information on this place. Not that I've found any, but it would be nice to learn why exactly we're here, and why we were brought here. And how.

[It is really weird!!]

Though, I guess I can still learn something from this. What's a public prosecutor?

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[farakay]

Basically, it's his job to put the bad guy away!

room for another? ;; [video]

[insectubus]

[Mikio watched in interested silence at the whole event. While he was intrigued by what such a serious looking man had to say, his attention kept turning towards the adorable little girl behind him. Mikio formed the slightest hint of a smile.]

Children. Such pure-spirited creatures...

[That smile turned into a frown once it seemed that the girl was in discomfort of some kind.]

D-don't turn it off. Is she alri-

[Aaaand the phone went off. Great. Hopefully Kay didn't choke to death.]

[video] <33

[farakay]

[ don't worry. Far from being asphyxiated or scolded (to death, anyway), Kay appears once more. Fully alive and a little grumpy, no less. ]

I'm not a child, I'm seventeen. [ a responsible adult of society, don't you know. ]

[spiritualist]

[There's a lot of digest here! Mr. Edgeworth is here and with a girl? And they seem to know each other, but Maya's never seen her. She seems pretty friendly and funny. Maya can respect that.

What seems most important though is that she's choking. Oh...oh no.]

DO THE HEIMLICH MANEUVER!

[It was the first medical thing that popped into her head okay.]

[farakay]

I'm okay!!

[ kind of gasping for breath, but sure, she's swell. ]

But wow, I didn't think he could yell for so long without taking a breath...

[magicalwright]

[ It's the phrase "public prosecutor" that catches her attention and she watches for a little while, giggling at Kay's impressions and background antics. ]

You could make up a questionnaire to find out information about everyone!

[prosecutory]

[He blinks. That's actually not a bad idea, so Edgeworth looks at Trucy with some approval.]

Hm. Yes, that would help. And with the network, it can easily be disseminated.

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[shittypompousmage]

[That was...quite a scene to see.]

Ah, well I'm not sure if this is of much help, but there seems to be an instance where there are other versions of people whom we are familiar with.

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[prosecutory]

[TELL HIM ABOUT IT.

Well, well, here's something he didn't think he'd hear. Color him surprised. Other versions, which could mean twins or identical siblings but...no.]

Other...versions of people?

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[altitude]

[ okay. so maybe kay amused her. a bit. her voice only slightly betrays that as she speaks; ]

So, didja find anythin' worth remembering?

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[prosecutory]

Yes, but I doubt we will see the end of this investigation any time soon.

[prosecutory]

[Edgeworth stands up and hurries over to Kay, reaching out to help her loosen her scarf - even though technically she could do it herself.]

If they're so easily scared, then maybe they're not worth speaking to in the first place.

[farakay]

[ she waits until she can breathe again, before she launches into her retort. ]

Don't say that, Mr. Edgeworth! Ms. Paups was worth speaking to even if you made her nervous in the beginning, right?

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[trustsnone]

[She looks mildly amused as she responds, but she remembers meeting Edgeworth before, and he seems competent enough to perhaps make some sense out of this situation. She also remembers how frantic the newcomers were when they were pulled into her world, so if she can help this latest batch (herself included), then...why not?]

I don't know if the information will be useful to you at all, but before I arrived here, my world was...falling apart.

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[farakay]

Falling apart?

... Like, actually crumbling?

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[failures]

[For a while, all that's going on on Larry's end is him laughing really hard.]

Hey Kay, your Edgey impersonation is perfect. Except for maybe the choking part. You okay?

[Guess which parts of the post he didn't really pay attention to, Edgeworth?]

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[prosecutory]

...

[RUDE.]

Are you quite done? [re: LAUGHING]

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[criminalities]

[ aren't you two just adorable. ]

... Did you two match on purpose? That's precious.

[ Pink shirt and a pink tux. Super cuties!! ]

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[prosecutory]

[What NO. Edgeworth quickly shakes his head. For one thing, they weren't wearing the exact same shades, and cravats and scarves are two very different types of neck wear.]

We hardly match.