mallowhallow | Entries tagged with miles edgeworth

[ The video feed turns on to a man's finger tapping against the lens. ]

Testing, testing, one two three... can you really all hear me on this thing?

[ Because talking to this chalkboard is still a bit surreal. Everything's a bit surreal, really. He's not sure he's up for looking out the window again. He draws his hand away. ]

My name's Wright, Phoenix Wright, attorney at law. Honestly, I'm hoping that this is just some sort of crazy dream... (Because that would explain a lot, really.) But on the off-chance that it isn't, it'd be great if anyone could tell me how to get back home. My client's life is on the line, here!

(Oh man, I really shouldn't have eaten that pizza right before bed last night... )

[ He rubs the back of his neck. ]

Any other information would be good, too.

(Like... what the heck is this place?)

Well, um. Thanks for listening!

drinkingmama

[ The video pops on a to a somewhat frazzled looking woman. She frowns down at the... pillow... in her hands, but then she pouts in a way that doesn't look at all her own age. ]

Nice video function anyways...

[ She straightens up a bit, and the camera moves enough to show that she's surrounded by a lot of other pillows. ]

So I guess this might be some kind of stress-induced hallucination, and I'm in some kind of mental health facility, but I'm feeling a lot more lucid now, and if we could talk about getting me treated a little faster I'd... like that a lot.

[ Her voice is steely, but it's a forced resolve. ]

And let me talk to my family.

spiritualist

Does anybody know the TV schedule around here? Or maybe just a TV I can actually sit down at for a while. I think I'm starting to have withdrawal symptoms or something like that. If I don't know what's going on in Neo Olde Tokyo soon I'll probably lose it and a girl like me shouldn't have to face that kind of tragedy!

[She does look pretty upset! Imagine not being able to watch your favorite show? This is the kind of torment she's going through.]

Oh, but I probably should introduce myself. Hello, I'm Maya Fey and I would really like if you'd tell me all you can about television here.

Please.

[A large smile is on her face because you have to be polite and sociable, right? Of course you do.]

defaming

[Someone's in a good mood. It's this tall, blond man here, the one with the glasses and the sunny smile.

After all, why wouldn't he be pleased? This kidnapping hasn't fazed him in the least. In fact, he looks on it as a stroke of luck. Before arriving in Lochwell, he'd been trapped in a jail cell (if a rather well-appointed one), with nothing to look forward to but his own execution. Now he's a free man. There are no charges against him here.

Now he has his own residence in Orlea, and he has his dog, Vongole, with him. (Yes, that's a Golden Retriever you might be able to glimpse in the background, sitting obediently still.) He even has a violin.

It is this violin that he's currently playing. It's an impromptu concert and a celebration of his freedom. It's a song he used to play when he was young, one he knows by heart. A complex melody, allegretto vivace, the difficulty of which had always appealed to him. Kristoph is no professional, but he's a talented amateur. There's only one thing wrong with his performance that someone with a keen ear for music might notice. In spite of being technically perfect, there's absolutely no emotion in the notes. It's all precision, no passion.

When he finishes playing his song, he's beaming. He untucks the violin from under his chin and lowers his bow, then inclines his head in greeting toward where he's set his phone down to record himself.]

Good day. I hope you will forgive a man a moment's indulgence. Upon receiving this exquisite instrument, I was overcome. [Surely anyone cultured would appreciate such a performance.]

If you'll allow me to introduce myself, I am Kristoph Gavin, and I currently reside in Orlea. In my usual milieu, I am a defense attorney. [No, he isn't. Not anymore.] As we are in this situation together, as birds in a flock, or leaves of a single tree, blown by the same mysterious winds, we may as well get to know each other. Become congenial, even. [Why not establish himself as just that: congenial? It never hurts to cultivate a pleasant public image. Although he hopes he doesn't have to socialize with too many undesirables. There's no way of telling who may have been brought here, or what kind of people they are.]

[The Retriever rises to her feet and approaches her master. Placing his bow carefully on a table, he leans down to stroke her head.] This is Vongole. She's a very good girl. She won't bite without being told. [Ha. This is a joke. Kristoph style.] And I don't bite at all, so please don't hesitate to introduce yourselves.

It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm sure.

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. ]