Case #06. Wut.

[cantacquityou]

 

[One day, nearly a fortnight ago, Miles Edgeworth disappeared from Cair Paradisa to seek temporary, reclusive solace at a hotel in the City Royale. He alerted no one of this little vacation, and ceased all communication with everyone - be it through the journals, or otherwise...

...but he's back - however unintentionally - and not in any way he could have ever foreseen. His clothes - remnants of a white undershirt and reddish-pink pajama-bottoms - are in scorched tatters. 

In one hand, there's a 4.5 ft. baguette. In the other, a machine gun...A gumball machine gun.

...and with that, he is chasing a massive growlithe around the castle grounds. 

Perhaps you're one of the unfortunate souls to witness this. After all, there is a perfectly rational explanation.

...maybe.]

Comments

[takethat]

[During Edgeworth's absence, Phoenix has been decidedly miserable and pretending not to be. Never mind that he spent the past few days of it holed up in his room in fear of becoming lobster bait... when he wasn't drinking away his troubles on St. Patrick's Day, anyhow. He's convinced Edgeworth has left Paradisa to go back home, and the only reason he hasn't announced as much over the journals has been that Edgeworth's nameplate never left the door to his room.

Wandering on the castle grounds this afternoon, hoping to get some fresh, newly-spring air after being in hiding, he spots the last thing he ever expected to see:

Edgeworth, running around like a lunatic in destroyed clothing.

He drops the half a donut he's been munching on and watches this for a moment in stunned silence. When Edgeworth passes a bit closer to where he's standing, however, he bellows.]

Miles Edgeworth!!

Oh hai, long time no see.

[cantacquityou]

[Absolutely not cognizant of anyone else around but his target, he stops in his tracks at the mention of his name. He swivels around, brows furrowed and somewhat alarmed to see Phoenix standing several yards away. Damn those coincidences.]

[takethat]

[For a second or two, he thinks maybe, possibly, he's mistaken the person flailing around like a maniac, but he's proven wrong by Edgeworth's acknowledgment of his own name. He takes a couple of tentative steps forward--thinking Edgeworth might run away again like a scared wild animal if he approaches too quickly--and calls out once more.]

What are you doing out here?

[incantati]

[ what is going on...

dumblebore is walking down the front steps when he sees a growlithe run past. curious, that. he woul dhave walked on by, except the next thing he saw was a man chasing after it. ]

Mr.... Edgeworth?

Oh dear. XD

[cantacquityou]

[Well, then. This couldn't get any more embarrassing, could it? Startled, he drops the items to the ground, panting heavily.]

...Ah. I- ...[pant] ...Good afternoon...

lmfao

[incantati]

{ he raises his hand slowly in a little wave, and turns to peer at the growlithe, then back to mr. edgeworth! what he's trying to do is obvious; it's the stuff in his hands that's fuelling his confusion. or at least, the stuff that was in his hands.

smiling politely: ]

Good afternoon. Having a spot of trouble with Veritas?

This is too much to pass up.

[squirrelhunter]

[There's a guy sitting and watching this, looking very amused.

...Yes, he even has a bucket of popcorn.]

[cantacquityou]

[And suddenly! There's a massive fire-breathing dog-like-thing running towards you.


...Someone smells popcorn. Mmm. Popcorn.]

[squirrelhunter]

[Daryl sets the bucket on the ground a few feet away from him and scootches back a further few feet.

Yep, he knows what you want, dog-thing.]

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Jade's just opened his window and is looking about the castle grounds on this nice day when he spots what looks like a madman chasing a large dog. A very odd dog. He blinks a bit, then writes in his journal, Edgeworth's journal soon speaking to him in a monotone.]

'It seems that's not very effective in catching your prey.'

Oh hai thar =D

[cantacquityou]

[Well, damn. Edgeworth would totally answer right now if it weren't for the fact that one of the things contained within the satchel that the growlithe has been running away with is his journal. The growlithe hears the voice. Settling down under a tree out of Edgeworth's field of vision, she extracts it from the satchel and paws it open.


...Have a happy bark.]

8D I finally have tagged you.

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[The man.... Barks? At least, that's what he can infer.]

'You're a very odd man, chasing a barking after a dog. But if you think you can speak its language I'm not one to stop you.'

[doublethefun]

[she's trotting past and just...stops to stare]

...Dost thou require any help?

[cantacquityou]

Ms. Luna! Good afternoon! Yes, I would... very much require a bit of help right about now...

[doublethefun]

[she picks up the Growlithe with magic and floats him on over. Squirming isn't gonna work, buddy.

She deposits him on the grass, but will grab him again if he runs off.

Turning to Edgeworth now.] Whatever art thou doing?

This is too hilarious to pass up 8'D

[chubbycreampuff]

[ Kirby is just taking a leisurely stroll when he sees the human creature and dog-like creature run by. Thinking this was a game of some sort, he chased Edgeworth ]

Poyoyo~! [ he exclaims, ecstatic ]

Oh WOW. .5

[cantacquityou]

[So, he's running...and all of a sudden...]


...?!

1.00

[cantacquityou]

What the hell is that?!



[As if you thought he couldn't run any faster...he does.]

Hello~ :'D

[chubbycreampuff]

[ Kirby speeds up, supposing maybe this was tag! So, of course, he had to tag him! The puffball leaps, intending to land on the poor guy's head ]

[ino]

[ ... wait


what


STARING .......]

[cantacquityou]

[At this point in the distance, the growlithe pauses mid-chase and belches a massive fireball which catches a bush, further obstructing Edgeworth's path. Fun times.]

what, what, what are you doing?

[thebutz]

...Edgey...

What are you doing?

...and can I help?

...when did you get a dog?

[He's waving his arms to get Miles's attention. Frantically. And shouting.]

Re: what, what, what are you doing?

[cantacquityou]

[...by this time, he has already collected what he has been trying to get back from the growlithe. He trudges over to Larry exasperatedly.]

Good afternoon, Larry.



...You have already...done a stellar job of helping...

[modernholmes]

[Conan is just staring blankly at this scene.]

[cantacquityou]

[Brb being humped in the face by a pink balloon creature.]