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.]

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[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.