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mallowhallow2013-03-11 11:01 pm
prosecutory) wrote in mallowhallow2013-03-11 11:01 pm
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001 ❖ [video]
[ 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. ]
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. ]
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I am looking into this phenomenon as we speak. And...yes, "novel experiences" is one way of looking at it.
[Even if he would rather that his "novel experiences" did not involve him being tossed into a place he wasn't even planning on going to.]
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I confess, I am enjoying it from an intellectual standpoint, though I patently loathe the thought of anyone being kept here against their will. It's not a chance many are afforded, to meet with what might well be people and creatures from other worlds. To talk with them, to learn of their societies.
What form are your investigations taking? Is there any action I can take to assist you?
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Right now, a hands-on approach is best so I may see for myself what else this place has to offer, but it certainly helps to ask around, the way I am now. Someone has also suggested a questionnaire.
At this point, all I ask is that you remain vigilant, in case our hosts decide to surprise us further.
[It would be too much to ask Kristoph to please go and walk around the entirety of Mallow Hallow; besides, Edgeworth can do that himself, with Kay by his side. And possibly Maya and Larry.]
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A questionnaire sounds like an excellent idea. I'll be happy to fill it out.
I'll most certainly be remaining as vigilant as I'm able. If our "hosts" are willing to kidnap us, who knows what else they might do? By the way, what district are you housed in? Are you in Orlea, as well? [The apartment he's in does seem relatively normal.]
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[And yes, Edgeworth would like to know what else is on their hosts' minds.]
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Have you done much exploring so far? I take it from your words that you intend to make quite a study of our surroundings.