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

[ino]

[Ino's not very excited about it, but hey, that makes it all the better!! So yes, Edgeworth, try not to stare at the panties you might be looking at while she kind of ... flails around on the ground with this puppy on her. WHY DID SHE WEAR A SKIRT TODAY.]

Hey -- come on, stop -- !

[cantacquityou]

[Looks like we're both having wardrobe malfunctions today, dear. Worry not. The growlithe immediately obeys and sits upright and expectant. She wags her tail.]

[ino]

[whew ... she'll be sitting up properly now and wiping her face off]

Eugh ...

[glances at Edgeworth]

Is she always this ... enthusiastic?

[cantacquityou]

[He jogs on closer, offering a hand]


Apologies, my dear. More often that not, she is actually rather calm.

[ino]

[why thank you! she'll let him help her up, brushing off her skirt]

It's fine. [looks down at Growlithe ...] So why were you chasing her?

[cantacquityou]

She is withholding something very important from me.


[If you look close enough, there's a satchel off to the side. She picks it up once again, looking at him tauntingly.]

[ino]

...

[she'll hold out her hand, smiling brightly at puppy]

Can I see it?

.5

[cantacquityou]

[She merely barks.]

1.00

[cantacquityou]

...O-Oh please don't.

[ino]

... ? [blinks at Edgeworth. DOESN'T GET IT]

[cantacquityou]

N-Nothing. But I must say, if you are intending to retrieve it for me, she may not comply. That would render her efforts to keep it away from me pointless, after all.

[ino]

Yeah, I guess so ... [she keeps forgetting that Pokemon aren't as dumb as most regular pets ...]

What's in there, anyways?

[cantacquityou]

My journal, a letter, a few photographs...other... personal articles...

[ino]

Personal articles, huh ...

[cantacquityou]

...Yes.