[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]

Anyway, I presume you've finished for the moment.

[temptestament]

Sort of.

*Dry tone is dry.*

He wasn't in the office today. Something or other about important business somewhere else.

[truthsnomiracle]

Hm. A pity. I could probably pull some strings to learn when he's due to return, but it's questionable how long you can afford to stay.

[temptestament]

If we're lucky, we won't have to wait long. But I'll spend tomorrow looking into the other people you mentioned.

[truthsnomiracle]

Thank you. As for myself, I should return to the hotel and sleep until the Dark Hour draws near.

[temptestament]

You do sound tired. I think I'll spend the rest of the evening looking around the city.

*His appearance shifts, cape and mask giving way to more normal, if somewhat dated looking, clothes. Instead of Allen, Edgeworth will see a fair skinned man with short, slightly ruffled blue hair and light brown eyes.*

[truthsnomiracle]

[Not that the little details pointing to this really being a version of Allen haven't already piled up by this point anyway -- to say nothing of Edgeworth knowing full well between what both Allens have said that a Testament could look like anything he wants in the first place, so this appearance disproves nothing.]

We should meet again close to midnight, preferably neither too close to the hotel nor to the building that transforms into the dungeon.

[temptestament]

*A miniature, vaguely see-thru model of the city's basic structure appears floating between them. It's missing a lot of details, things someone would have to actively pay attention to the city itself to be aware of, but it has enough detail for someone who knows the city to recognize landmarks.*

Do you have anywhere in mind?

[truthsnomiracle]

I see you've done more reconnaissance than I realized. Indoor areas are safest, but unfortunately most are closed and locked by the Dark Hour. I wonder whether Miss Nakagawa's teahouse is yet sufficiently built to provide shelter...

[temptestament]

*He quirks a bit of a smile at the impressed statement.*

I don't really like being lost, and it's pretty easy for me to get the basics of an area. I don't really know anything aside from what you can see here, though.

[truthsnomiracle]

A few kidnappees own businesses or other properties in town. Miss Nakagawa is among those I actually have a favorable relationship with, so if we wished to meet privately, her teahouse would be a good place provided that the construction is sufficiently complete.

[Edgeworth points out roughly where in the business district said teahouse is being built.]

[temptestament]

Even if it isn't finished enough to keep people and Shadows out, I should be able to make up the difference as long as it isn't actively dangerous.

[truthsnomiracle]

(How much is this Allen capable of?...)

Very well. I'll make my request on the way to the hotel.

[temptestament]

*Lots, Edgeworth. You've really only seen the tip of the iceberg.*

Alright. Should I meet you there?

[truthsnomiracle]

Indeed, I'll see you then.

[Out comes the organizer and pen; he writes an address quickly, then tears out the page and hands it over. That being done, he heads for the door.]

[temptestament]

*Unlike last time, he'll leave through the door too, although he'll be taking the elevator down to the ground floor.

When Edgeworth gets to the half built teahouse, Allen will be sitting on the curb outside it, still in his blue haired disguise.*

[truthsnomiracle]

[Knowing that he can't get any tea from a business that's yet to open, when Edgeworth arrives it's not just in his combat garb -- which most notably features a stiff burgundy trenchcoat, a dark grey bulletproof vest, heavy-duty grey knee pads, and a glaive strapped across his back -- but with a travel mug in his hand at well which he's sipping from.]

Good evening. As it happens, no locks are installed on the doors as yet, though I've received Miss Nakagawa's permission nonetheless.

[temptestament]

*He pushes himself to his feet and dusts himself off, looking nothing like a being who could easily shift to a standing position without any physical effort.*

I don't think missing locks are really going to be a problem.

[truthsnomiracle]

Indeed not. So long as we don't go out of our way to attract their attention, the Shadows will overlook us while we're inside -- and even if we did, they aren't polite enough to use a door.

[By the time he's finished saying this, Edgeworth has passed this unusual Allen and made it to the front door, which he opens.]

[temptestament]

*He's content to let Edgeworth go inside first. And seeing as this outfit has no cape to snag, he has nothing to fear from the door.*

I think I envy this world for how easy to avoid its monsters are...

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth does so, then closes the door after Allen.]

Given that there were no such creatures in Oxford during the Dark Hour, I'm led to believe that they aren't a normal feature of this world to begin with.

[Edgeworth glances at his watch. It won't be long now...]

[temptestament]

So something-or someone-has to be creating them to attack the people here...

*This...is not an amused face.*

[truthsnomiracle]

OBJECTION!

The flaw in that theory is that the natives transform into impenetrable coffins during the Dark Hour. Only kidnappees are at any risk -- and for reasons we fail to understand, our own deaths here are impermanent.

[temptestament]

*He jumps at that shout, very briefly tensing as if he's expecting something unpleasant to follow before he just stares for a moment.*

Did you really have to shout like that?

*But he shakes his head and addresses Edgeworth's complaints.*

You said someone called this whole thing a test, right? If that's true, then the point of the Shadows might not be to actually threaten you, but to put you on edge and take you outside your comfort zone. In that case, it wouldn't matter that they can't hurt the natives or that you don't stay dead as long as you're still unsettled by monsters creeping around every night.

[truthsnomiracle]

[In response to the question, this alternate Allen only receives a chilly look from Edgeworth.

As for the counterargument, though...]

While I'll concede that's a possibility, it still doesn't necessarily mean they were created for that purpose. Given the implications of a certain series of more anomalous Shadows, it's possible that the Shadows are a product of denied aspects of the natives. However, that fails to explain why they're primarily if not entirely found here on Prospero. Perhaps the truth lies somewhere in between.