[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

[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?

[truthsnomiracle]

We have, at the least, exhausted any means that come to mind by which your claim could reliably be disproven. (Much to my discomfort and chagrin.)

[promisecutor.livejournal.com]

You could always also look up the number on my prosecutor's badge. They don't just hand out the numbers of the dead to the fresh new recruits, if I'm not mistaken.

[truthsnomiracle]

Although that would prove useful were you a being of crude matter, how am I to know that anything on your... person cannot have its appearance manipulated at will?

[promisecutor.livejournal.com]

...

I may be a spirit, Prosecutor, but I am not a magician.

[truthsnomiracle]

And yet, you claim to have "always been here", implicitly by remaining unseen in some manner.

(That being said, even if he possesses such a capability, he can't use information that he doesn't have.)

...Nevertheless, I shall indulge you.

[promisecutor.livejournal.com]

Well, that's part of the spirit package, isn't it? [He shrugs.] I can walk through walls, but that doesn't mean I can change them.

[truthsnomiracle]

Most certainly you cannot -- were a ghost capable of making such changes to the physical world directly, many cases would undoubtedly have differed dramatically. What I call into question is the reliability of your own appearance -- badge included.

However, I realize that badge numbers aren't common knowledge. To commit fraud, one needs the correct information. (Or, in some cases, the ability to intimidate others sufficiently to stifle questions.)

[promisecutor.livejournal.com]

...well, I can tell you one thing. Due to...circumstances beyond my control, I don't have my badge with me.

[He shrugs, and spreads his hands out.]

[truthsnomiracle]

So your proposal is to recite the number from memory, then.

[promisecutor.livejournal.com]

You got it. I know my number by heart. [Or so Auste's headcanon says.] Ready?

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth whips out his organizer and pen in order to take dictation.]

Indeed.

[promisecutor.livejournal.com]

[And Byrne pronounces each number slowly and carefully. No hesitation. Even now he still remembers the number behind his badge.]

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth nods, then armed with this data seats himself at his desk and starts typing at his laptop, checking the prosecution office's local database for a match.

Sure enough...]

Very well... Mr. Faraday.

[The words are nearly choked out, and tinged with discomfort and unease too great to hide.]

[promisecutor.livejournal.com]

[And Byrne can't help but laugh a bit. And smile.]

I take it that's all for today about my identity?