Case #01 [Accidental dictation]

[cantacquityou]

 [Over the journal system, many may hear of the panic of one utterly confounded prosecutor, faintly pleading for directions.]

 

 

 

 ----tomfoolery?! What do you mean I, 'can't get back'? Why, that's preposterous!

 

You, over there. Please, tell me at once! I...I have a briefing to attend in but ten minutes! What could you possibly --No! I have no time for wanton merrymaking! I must get to the courthouse immediately!

 

Since when did eveyone become so miserly with mere directions? I simply want to know how to -- would you please cease that at once!

 

 

 

[...Someone is definitely new here.]

 

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[noblefive]

I'm afraid not, sir.

[He sounds British, more than anything]

Welcome to Castle Paradisa.

[cantacquityou]

Ex...cuse me?

[noblefive]

You've been taken from where you were and dumped in a magic castle, sir.

[A pause]

And, yeah, I know it sounds crazy.

[cantacquityou]

...A 'magic castle.'

[noblefive]

Yep.

[cantacquityou]

I am a man of Science. How am I to be convinced that I have been suddenly transported to a 'magic castle?'

[noblefive]

Hey, I'm wearing science. How do you explain suddenly being warped out of wherever the hell you were and are suddenly talking to a seven foot supersoldier?

[He's sounding amused.]

[cantacquityou]

...Touché.

[noblefive]

Anyway, as I was saying. You're in a magic castle. It takes people from everywhere and dumps them here.

You're just the latest victim, I'm afraid.

[cantacquityou]

And...just...


...Why, exactly?

[noblefive]

No clue, sir. I'm still puzzling over that.

[cantacquityou]

You refer to this castle as if it were some sort of sentient being.

[noblefive]

It might be. [Jorge shrugs]

We have no clue what this place is.

[cantacquityou]

And how many of 'us' are there?

[noblefive]

More than a hundred, I have no doubt.

[cantacquityou]

And how long have you been here?

[noblefive]

Just a couple of weeks, sir.

[He then offers his hand.]

Noble Five. A pleasure.

[cantacquityou]

A fine, albeit unusual name. Sounds rather imperial.


[returns the courtesy with a...smaller hand.]


Miles. Miles Edgeworth. The pleasure is mine.

[noblefive]

Feel free to call me Jorge, if you want. Noble Five is just a callsign.

[cantacquityou]

Ah, yes. Jorge. And you are -?

[noblefive]

UNSC Special Ops. I'm a SPARTAN-II Commando.

[A pause] I'm human. Mostly.

[cantacquityou]

...Well, that's something we have in common, at least.

[noblefive]

You mostly human, too?

You look like a regular guy.

[cantacquityou]

That is to say, humanity is our common denominator. Even though many have called me a demon.

[noblefive]

Called you a demon? Why?

[Heightened senses, ftw]