[no game, open RP] The "pester Edgeworth in his office" post

[truthsnomiracle]

[Chances are, when you enter room 1202 of the Prosecutor's Office, you'll find High Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth hard at work. He learned the hard way not to be too quick to throw people out when they interrupt him, so as annoyed as he probably will be once he notices your presence, you'll more likely than not get a sufficient chance to justify yourself. Usually.]

[To help clarify the purpose of this post, this is someplace anyone can come tag me if they want -- just start a thread! Canons, AUs, OCs, and canon OCs welcome, both AA and non-AA!]

NOTICE: To start a new thread on this site, please use the Dreamwidth edition of this meme, not this import of the LJ version!

Since no non-default journal styles, let alone any with one of those sidebars where you can click on specific threads, are well-suited for long threads, here's a nice manual index.

1. Phoenix Wright (gotyoucornered) makes a Valentine's Day delivery (gen)
   
2. "Sibel Miryzo" (visionofchaos) discusses an improbable bank robbery (gen)
   
3. Chie Satonaka (stompyerface) visits a friend who's never met her (gen)
   
4. Franziska von Karma (whipthebell) henpecks an overworked Edgeworth (gen)
   
5. Pamela Ibiss (cuteghost300 perkily adds further evidence towards an uncomfortable conclusion (gen)
   
6. Byrne Faraday (promisecutor revisits his former office (gen)
   

Comments

Yep! ;)

[truthsnomiracle]

Not only are those statements both vague, they refer to things that others aside from myself are aware of -- including a certain rather effusive detective. If you can describe in some detail a moment which could not have reached another via hearsay, I would be more convinced.

And other places ahaha.

[promisecutor.livejournal.com]

All right, all right. [Still unruffled.]

I believe you were...surfing a website dedicated to that kid's TV show two days ago. I never thought you'd be the type. The Steel Samurai, was it? You seemed so eager to answer questions other people were raising about it.

[truthsnomiracle]

(Blast! That is rather more convincing, given the security measures that I take when pursuing such things. Remain calm, Miles...)

I assure you that no such sites will be found in my browser's history, nor bookmarks in its menus.

[promisecutor.livejournal.com]

[Byrne walks toward the shelves of files calmly, then raises his hand over a particular folder, knowing full well what is hidden behind it.]

Then I'll just look somewhere else.

[truthsnomiracle]

Grrk--

[So does Edgeworth, Byrne. So does Edgeworth.]

...I believe that's sufficient to address your claims of knowledge.

[promisecutor.livejournal.com]

Guess that settles it. [He withdraws his hand.] But don't worry, this'll just be our little secret.

Now, aren't you going to ask me to prove that I'm not just some prankster who just happens to know a thing or two about what you do off-duty?

[truthsnomiracle]

I would indeed be satisfied with no less.

[promisecutor.livejournal.com]

Glad you asked.

[Byrne stretches out a hand straight into the files. Actually, his entire arm sinks all the way to the elbow.]

Proof enough?

[truthsnomiracle]

I've recently witnessed rather impressive projection technology.

[That would be a "keep trying", Byrne.]

[promisecutor.livejournal.com]

But can a projection do this? Especially since there don't seem to be any wires strung in your office?

[He chuckles, and withdraws his arm. Then he randomly takes a file and begins reading it.]

1/2

[truthsnomiracle]

[Juuust going to take a moment to feel around for any and --]

2/2 Done!

[truthsnomiracle]

[-- HOW DOES THAT EVEN WORK?!]

Ggh... er...

[promisecutor.livejournal.com]

[Byrne casually replaces the file, as effortlessly as he had taken it earlier.]

Well?

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth pulls himself together as best he can given the circumstances.]

V-very well -- you've provided sufficient proof of your... state of existence. However, can you prove your identity as well? After all, your appearance may not necessarily be indicative.

[promisecutor.livejournal.com]

Sure, why not? Go on - ask me anything. Anything that only the real Byrne Faraday would know.

[truthsnomiracle]

What promises did you request of Kay, and where are these recorded?

[promisecutor.livejournal.com]

We made a promise notebook. And I remember those promises like it was yesterday.

[He clears his throat.]

Never take things from a stranger. Never go anywhere with a stranger. Always greet people with a smile, even people you don't know. Never cry in front of strangers.

And of course, always try your hardest to learn about things you don't understand.

...

There are two more, actually.

[truthsnomiracle]

(Two more on the official count, perhaps, but the official count is not the only possible one.)

Only two more?

[promisecutor.livejournal.com]

Hmmmm?

[He blinks.]

[truthsnomiracle]

The promise list itself, divided as it might be, is not the only thing that Byrne Faraday wrote in the notebook.

[promisecutor.livejournal.com]

Sounds like someone knows more about the promise notebook than I thought.

[truthsnomiracle]

Presumably, you can elaborate on what I allude to.

[promisecutor.livejournal.com]

So you're trying to trip me up, hmm?

[Byrne chuckles. For quite a while.]

I told Kay to promise that she would keep these promises, of course.

[truthsnomiracle]

What lawyer cannot deal in technicalities?

Hmph. Correct.

[promisecutor.livejournal.com]

A lawyer who won't win a single case, that's what.

Are we done proving that I am really Byrne Faraday?