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

[doublethefun]

[of course. What else is alicorn magic for?

Just kinda watching curiously]

She probably thought the chase was a game of sorts.

[cantacquityou]

She is far more intelligent than that. [Still struggling with the game of tug-o-war.] ...She is doing it deliberately!

[doublethefun]

[a grin as she watches. This is terribly amusing.]

I certainly find that believable. [deliberately playing with you, if anything] Perhaps a suitable exchange might appease her?

[cantacquityou]

You don't understand! She is trying to -... [And in the struggle, she manages to easily pin him down and sit atop of him. She barks triumphantly.]


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[...as for Edgeworth? Well...No longer easy to talk when you're face!planted in the ground.]

[doublethefun]

[she laughs and levitates her off of him, setting her on the grass again.

Talking to the dog now - not that she understands Dog.] Whatever art thou doing? Miles Edgeworth hardly looks like a cushion.

[cantacquityou]

...'Hardly,' she says.

[doublethefun]

[a giggle as she picks up the satchel that the dog dropped when she was barking. It lands near his hand.

Meanwhile, she gently rubs the top of the dog's head with a hoof as she continues speaking to the dog.] Oh no, I would only get such an impression if he was wearing velvet and adorned with a few tassels, perhaps.

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[cantacquityou]

[The growlithe wags her tail, very happy to be receiving the attention.]

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[cantacquityou]

[While he scrambles to grab onto the satchel. He fishes through the satchel for the first thing - his journal. He makes sure it's closed and prays that the scuffle couldn't be heard throughout the entire journal system.]








Y-you have my gratitude, Ms. Luna.

[doublethefun]

'Twas my pleasure.

[hm. She nods towards him, indicating his clothes and all the weird objects] What has happened?

[cantacquityou]

She happened.

[doublethefun]

[she hides a smile and continues petting the growlithe]

This beautiful creature?

[cantacquityou]

Yes.



...That beautiful creature. [Glares at the growlithe.]

[doublethefun]

With this cute and completely trustworthy face? I think not. [petpet. Growlithe seems to be eating it up.

She grins teasingly at him.]

But surely this is a tale for the ages.

[cantacquityou]

...As with every horrid thing that happens to me here, apparently.

[doublethefun]

'Twill make an amusing tale in the future.

[telllll, teeeelllll...!]

[cantacquityou]

[So not amused.]


...Perhaps I should switch careers from prosecution to comedy.

[doublethefun]

Thou shouldst partner with Phoenix Wright and become a comedy duo.

[after that sports thing you two put on for her? Yeah.]

[cantacquityou]

Especially now, that seems much more unlikely than ever before.

[doublethefun]

[looking a bit concerned]

Did you have a fight?

[cantacquityou]

Impressive insight, Ms. Luna.

[doublethefun]

'Tis merely a guess that happened to be correct.

[hm. Wondering if he'll say anything or if she should change the subject.]

[cantacquityou]

Not that such is unusual for us, in any case. However, I do believe that from now on, it would be best to ensure that our interaction will be solely limited to within the walls of the courtroom.

[doublethefun]

I do not believe there is a courtroom here. [hell, that peace patrol thing got disbanded]

Was it truly that bad this time?

[cantacquityou]

It was. Therefore, I am afraid that with no courtroom, the chances of us speaking again are rather dismal.