[open RP meme] The "pester Edgeworth in his office" post, Dreamwidth edition

[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 and specify Canonworth, TVKworth, or any other preference! Canons, AUs, OCs, and canon OCs welcome, both AA and non-AA!]

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[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth finally calms down sufficiently to put on a professional mask and save the work in progress on his laptop, even as his mind continues to reel at this sudden bizarre circumstance.]

I see... But yes, I do remember. I might have thought the entire experience to be nothing more than an elaborate delusion if not for the continued presence of these.

[Edgeworth holds his arm out and points to the silver seal of Forneus cufflink on that sleeve with his other hand.]

[croibhristeoir]

I can not say I blame you. had I not already seen far stranger I would be inclined to doubt my memory as well.

But that's the other thing...I should have forgotten. Do not misunderstand me, I am incredibly thankful both of us remember things clearly. But the fact that I am still alive with my abilities intact breaks so many rules of the established Servant summoning system that I can not even begin to count them.

[truthsnomiracle]

Really? I wouldn't know, as such things are far beyond my areas of expertise. (To say nothing of being less comfortable than mundane matters to begin with.) With that in mind, could you do your best to explain?

[croibhristeoir]

[>explain]

[>nasuverse]

[strap yourselves in, folks.]

You know already that I am a hero of mythological times. In order to participate in the conflict known as the Holy Grail War, magi summon people like me into one of seven Servant classes. For example, Kayneth summoned me into the class of Lancer.

Without a contract to a Master, a Servant can not draw the magical energy from them needed to maintain a form like this one. I am definitely dead and definitely a spirit, but as you can see I'm here and quite tangible. Hence the sudden appearance; I've actually been standing here for some time, in spirit form. My first problem arises here--as far as I can tell, I am bound to no Master yet exist as though I were.

[Still with us? Good, there's more.]

As for the part pertaining to my memory... In order to preserve a heroic spirit such as myself as the hero they were in life, if they are to die or disappear then they forget all that had transpired since their summoning. Were it not for Prospero's influence, I would have died and eventually been summoned again into a new war under a new Master. I would not remember Kayneth, Kiritsugu, you, or even Arturia. As you can see, that is not the case despite the return of my Servant body and abilities.

In short, the most basic facts of a summoned Servant and their contract have essentially been tossed out the nearest window.

[truthsnomiracle]

[Actually? That wasn't all that confusing to Edgeworth.]

Given that your memories are intact, one can only assume that there has been no break in the continuity of your current existence. The question lies in how that continuation is possible. Were this a world heavy with magic, I would think it to make sense, yet it's highly unlikely that this is the case given the rarity of the supernatural here.

...What of your Persona?

[croibhristeoir]

[Diarmuid paused at that, concentrating for a second or two.]

...Nothing. Though I think a spirit summoning a spirit would be well beyond redundant, so I am not surprised.

[truthsnomiracle]

Not necessarily. I had thought that perhaps its energy might have been what was maintaining you, but that possibility seems to have been eliminated. Not that it surprises me; attempts to call upon Forneus only leave me with a sensation of trying to pull out something that has both tripled in weight and fused with its surroundings.

[croibhristeoir]

I really don't know what to think about any part of this situation as it stands now. If I was going to leave Prospero, why did I not return to Fuyuki...not that I'm eager to, to say the least.

Insert the weirdness "pling" at the dark red text, of course. ;)

[truthsnomiracle]

I doubt that an occurrence this strange could be anything but deliberate interference. By what or whom and to what end, I couldn't begin to guess under the circumstances.

[croibhristeoir]

Oh. Wonderful. More unanswered questions.

[truthsnomiracle]

We'll simply have to uncover the answers to those questions, and if need be the answers to the questions those facts shed light on as well. Surely you haven't forgotten that pursuit of the truth is at the heart of my usual trade.

[croibhristeoir]

Of course I'd not forgotten. Hopefully with the absence of more pressing matters like anything trying to kill us, we'll be able to determine some kind of actual answer.

...then again, that still leaves a few slightly more immediate problems at hand.

[truthsnomiracle]

Such as?

[croibhristeoir]

Well...what am I supposed to do until we determine just what's happened here? I belong in this world even less than I did in Fuyuki or Prospero. I suppose I could simply remain in spirit form all the time.

[truthsnomiracle]

That may be the simplest solution, though I wouldn't wish to bore you. I wouldn't be opposed to the idea of you materializing in my apartment when I'm there.

[croibhristeoir]

I really don't want to trouble you with anything, but I would be unspeakably grateful for that.

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth stands in order to bow.]

You deserve nothing less, Diarmuid.

[croibhristeoir]

[bro why are you so formal]

[shut up you are getting a hug]

It is truly wonderful to see you here. No matter how confusing the situation, I am honestly happy to have this chance.

[truthsnomiracle]

Grrk -- um, er, yes, of course...

[Because he's not comfortable with this touching stuff, for starters... it's a good thing it's you, Diarmuid.]

[croibhristeoir]

[This is what happens when two awkwardturtles get together.]

Hm? Oh, sorry. [He let go, smiling slightly.]

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth sighs in relief, then manages to pull up a smile.]

Now, then, where did you first arrive? Perhaps we could find something of use there.

[croibhristeoir]

Hm...actually, that's a good question. I don't think it was too far from here, a bit closer to the center of the city--at least the center as far as I could tell.

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth glances down as his currently relatively clean desk.]

Fortunately, I have very little work remaining today. There has been relatively little violent crime in the city as of late; my work today has only involved the paperwork that comes of a case's aftermath.

[croibhristeoir]

That's good, at least. [Lancer paused, looking thoughtful.]

...Actually, this will be my first time in a completely normal human city. I admit I'm a little interested.

[truthsnomiracle]

A pity that you presumably cannot experience it to its fullest without great risk.