Case File 007; Text; backdated to 9/10

[takethestairs]

For those of you who don't know me, I'm Miles Edgeworth, and I had the misfortune of meeting with our "esteemed" Doctor Crane before he unleashed his research on the university. Seeing as he's still on the loose, here's what I've observed about some of his abilities. Unfortunately, my knowledge is limited, at best. If anyone can elaborate, it would be most appreciated.

1) He has a connection of some kind to crows, and in the past, has used them to spy on others and collect information. He may simply be able to communicate with them, though others have suggested shapeshifting as a possibility. From what I've observed, though, the former seems more likely.

2) He can affect people's emotions with a single touch. In my experience, he was able to instill an almost supernatural calm in me. I do not know if this is the extent of his control, or if he can influence other emotions, as well. It seems that skin to skin contact is required for this ability to take effect, but I still recommend caution, just in case I happen to be mistaken.

While I shared this information with RISE, I apologize for not sharing it with the general public earlier. I also apologize to everyone who was concerned about me and Kay Faraday. I should have announced my presence, and shared what I found out, much earlier.

Speaking of Ms Faraday, she and Franziska von Karma were sent back home earlier this month, for those who missed it. Her own murder of crows seem to be lingering around, though; if anyone is concerned about the differences between her birds and Crane's, please contact me privately.

[The message is a bit late for Kay and Franziska's friends; the would have noticed their absence by now. However, that last message isn't intended for friends, exactly]

Comments

[takethestairs]

Since when have I craved anyone's sympathy, Crane? Honestly, I thought you knew me better than that.

[restingstitchface]

Circular questioning, Miles. I wanted to get you to say that for yourself.

[It got him to talk, did it not?]

How are you today?

[takethestairs]

What game are you trying to play here?

[Because he knows damn well that Crane has no interest in helping him]

[restingstitchface]

There is no game. No design. No need for tricks. Why do you believe otherwise?

[He's just doing his research. Stop the hate.]

[takethestairs]

Ah, yes, of course you're being straightforward here. How could I forget your sterling reputation for honesty? It's silly of me to have ever doubted you.

[restingstitchface]

Of course. I'm glad you see it now. Perception is important in your line of work and mistakes like yours cannot continue to be made. You tell yourself that I have hurt you. You tell yourself that I must pay. But nobody else opened your eyes so fully to the truth.

[takethestairs]

Do you think I'm a fool, Crane? You weren't trying to help me. You weren't trying to help anyone. You just wanted an excuse to justify and indulge your obsessions. If you think I'm going to indulge you further, then you're sorely mistaken.

[restingstitchface]

Interesting question, Miles. Do you think I'm a fool? You were fooled thus far, and you claim I'm the one who fooled everyone and you. But you all fooled yourselves because you avoided what terrifies you. If you think I'm totally to blame, then you should gaze into the mirror.

[takethestairs]

I see you're avoiding practically everything else I said, Crane. Deflecting blame onto others doesn't make you any less accountable for what you've done.

[restingstitchface]

There is no right. There is no wrong. I know who and what I am and what I can do. I act beyond limitations. Can you say the same?

[takethestairs]

You still haven't admitted to what you did, and why you did it. Do you sincerely believe you were helping anyone?

[restingstitchface]

I believe you think you know the answer to that. Can't you think for yourself?

[takethestairs]

You can't deflect the truth with insults and petty jabs, Crane. You can't shame me into compliance anymore.

[restingstitchface]

Shame. What an interesting word. Tell me, Miles. What sins have you committed that you feel ashamed of?

[takethestairs]

Again with the distractions. And again, I must repeat that I have no interest in indulging you. I have no interest in your smoke and mirror parlor tricks, Crane.

[THIS CONVERSATION IS OVER!!!

...unless Crane says something to drag him back in.

...which, to be honest, he probably will]

[restingstitchface]

[Sometimes it's best to utelize surprise and ruthless efficency.]

Oh, you're feigning bravado again. That's fine. I'll speak to you later.

[Bitch, please.

But for now he's done. There's no more response to be had.]