Case File 003; Audio; Mirrornet

[takethestairs]

[Clears his throat. Time to get this out of the way]

So, it appears that the Porter thought I needed a little vacation. I'll be getting back to work in a day or two, but first, does anyone mind filling me in on current events? Just in case the news missed any details over our latest misadventures.

Oh, and one more thing. [His voice turns cold, as irritation infects his calm, professional tone] While I appreciate that my apartment was kept clean during my absence, there seem to be a few items missing. If someone could help me to retrieve them, I'd be most grateful.

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[restingstitchface]

[Well, this is awkward.

And that makes this more enjoyable. Time to wear the mask of the good doctor, again.]

Welcome back, Miles.

[takethestairs]

Hrk-!

[Awkward indeed. Edgeworth coughs into his fist and straightens himself up, grateful that Crane can't see his face]

Good evening, Doctor. I trust that you're doing well?

[And his tone is cool politeness once more. You would have never guessed that he nearly had a heart attack when he heard Crane's voice.]

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[rathercommon]

How long have you been gone?

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[takethestairs]

[Urgh, it's Kitty Jones. She's being civil at the moment, though, so Edgeworth can at least return the favor]

Approximately three weeks, according to the calendar. [It certainly doesn't feel like three weeks, though] Why do you ask?

[restingstitchface]

Oh, much as be expected.

[After you flounced out your session. Do you remember that?

His voice is calm and level, but there's a slight awkwardness. That's an emotion that illicits guilt, right?]

What of you? How are you faring?

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[rathercommon]

Because how much you've missed depends on how long you've been gone.

[ obvs ]

Anyway. The government made an announcement about asking registered imPorts to help track down vigilantes. The dead rose...You were here for the epidemic, right? The Flare?

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[bindsthedead]

The Dead rose in Maurtia Falls, blobs of slime attacked Nonah, the government is implementing odd policies.

So, nothing out of the ordinary. [She hopes he can hear the humor in her tone- though she's still frustrated about trusting Melkor.]

t e x t

[infomodder]

[Oh no. Will has not yet finished the glorious story of the fantastical Irish Power Rangers. And Will cannot tell Miles anything about Crane.

♪ ~ i am in misery ~ ♪]

What are you missing?

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[takethestairs]

[Yep. Yep, it sure does. Edgeworth practically squirms in his seat, and his tone grows stiff]

As well as can be expected, after three weeks of lost time.

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[takethestairs]

...however, there's something I need to discuss with you, if you have a moment.

[takethestairs]

Of course. It's just business as usual, isn't it?

[Where Sabriel sounded amused, Edgeworth sounds bitter. There's a pause, before he continues]

...though I must admit, the slime's new to me.

[He read up on the other two events, however briefly, but the blob attack slipped his notice]

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[restingstitchface]

[By contrast, Crane relaxes in his.]

I'm your doctor, Miles. Don't think I won't find a moment for you. What is it?

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[takethestairs]

I...

[He grumbles, muttering half-finished sentences, struggling with the very concept of sound itself. Then, all of a sudden, he blurts out:]

I owe you an apology.

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[takethestairs]

Over half my ties, for starters.

[bindsthedead]

Not the Dead rising, if I have any say in it.

But absurd things happening and the government not understanding the supernatural... I can't say it's strange at this point.

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[takethestairs]

I was, unfortunately. And something similar happened again, correct? The causes and the targets were different, but if I read the news correctly, the end result was more or less the same.

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[takethestairs]

[Urgh, the supernatural. He barely understands it himself. Before he came to Heropa, he wrote the entire subject off as hogwash, but now...

Well. Now isn't the time for those kinds of thoughts]

Speaking of the dead rising from their graves... do you mind if I ask you a few questions about what happened, exactly?

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[restingstitchface]

[He keeps silent a while. He draws it out, keeping them in this blissful moment. But all good things must end.]

Oh. Really, I've encountered patients like that frequently in my field. One has to grow a second skin when dealing with criminals.

[Whoops.]

Don't worry about it.

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[bindsthedead]

I don't mind at all. [Considering it was her instruments which were responsible, she probably owes it to people.]

[takethestairs]

[He flinches at the word criminal, but once the initial sting passes, his guilt is replaced with a wary sort of curiosity]

Pardon me, Doctor, but what do you mean, exactly? When you say that you dealt with criminals.

[He speaks slowly, cautiously, with just the barest hint of suspicion in his voice]

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[rathercommon]

[ An mm of acknowledgment. ]

Though this latter one was...less awful, honestly. Not so virulent. And no one went mad from it.

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[braided_icarus]

Jeez. Seems the others are filling you in for the most part. But--you okay? And your apartment. What's missing?

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[takethestairs]

I'm fine, Mister Elric, and the only things missing are a few personal items. I suspect that it's not a genuine burglary so much as a prank taken too far. Regardless, I thank you for your concern.

[restingstitchface]

I'm a psychiatrist, Miles. Perhaps you'll understand that part of my work back home involved cutting through their lies to ascertain and testify who amongst them was insane. And which of them deserved to face justice. I suppose I've become quite the gardener.

[infomodder]

And you need them to get back to work properly, I take it.

[The raccoons are so cute in ties tho :'(]