mallowhallow | 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. ]

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[... 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.

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

[ she might have been scolded.

A lot. ]

[He laughs sheepishly.]

I think that might be a bit rude of me...

[oh kay]

It's not rude if it's the truth!

I-It's still not really my place to say, considering that I don't even know him.

Huh... I guess getting to know him should come first. But it's not like you can't take my word for it! I'm as honest a thief as they come!

[DOT.

DOT.

DOT.]

... I'm sorry, but I think there's a contradiction in that statement.

Huh? Where?

Um... do I really need to point it out...?

This had better not be about the thief thing!

[A sheepish laugh]

Well, if you don't want me to confirm that...

I'm a noble thief. I'm not in it for the riches.

So what exactly do you do with what you steal, then?

I turn it in!

Huh? To... where? What?

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.]

Well, I'm afraid I was a bit out of it when I arrived here, so if there's anything important that happened then, I may have missed it, but...

[A pause, as he thinks for a few moments.

... Wait—]

... Ah! Er, I can't say for certain, but before coming here, I was, ah, badly wounded. However, I don't believe my injuries were as severe as they were back home. That's not to say that I'm not still recovering, but they should be far worse, from what I know...

[Or, well, there's a big difference between "most likely being dead" and "being badly injured but not dead", but he's not too sure how it would look if he mentioned that particular detail.]

[Edgeworth reaches for a pen and his organizer, and makes a note in one of the pages. His eyes narrow in thought...and possibly the barest hint of concern.]

How badly wounded were you, if I may ask?

That's...

[He pauses again, thinking it over.]

Badly enough so that I might've died had the people around me not helped. At the very least, I must have lost a fair amount of blood before being brought here.

I...I see. [Pause. He considers asking further, but decides that it was best not to, and focus on what happened after.] Did the queen and the others do anything for you?

Hmm? Ah... not that I know of. Unsurprisingly, the fairies didn't help either, unless it was done while I wasn't paying attention—but given their attitudes towards us, I doubt that.

In any case, I'm fairly certain that any assistance I received was from other people brought here.

Can you tell me more about the precise moment of your arrival, before you met anyone else? How were your injuries then?

[Writing again, please don't mind him.]

I'm not entirely sure how accurate my memory is, as I couldn't focus very well at that time, but I'll do my best.

[...]

I could stand and walk, but just barely. I was bleeding fairly heavily, I remember.

[Considering one of the concerns that floated through his head was how much of a mess his clothes were...]

[So, this young man was injured when he arrived. People helped him, but not the locals - not the queen, surely.]

You said your injuries were not as severe as they were from where you came from. So before others arrived on the scene, your...condition improved, somewhat?

[Tryiiiiiiing to get it all together. ~~With a DS, why not. I love you, icon.~~]

[A nod]

That's correct. I'm not entirely certain of how, but I believe so.

[~~the pinkest DS ever~~]

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