[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 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.

[temptestament]

*This eye roll in response to the look is clearly calling you a drama queen.*

So not created, but summoned, kind of like the Gnosis terrorism...

*He looks out the window with a frown, watching for the moment when things change.*

[truthsnomiracle]

[If he's guilty, so is his whole world... Which it is.]

"Terrorism"? (The Allen I know has mentioned "Gnosis" before, but nothing connecting it to terrorism.)

[temptestament]

A period of time when someone managed to take control of naturally occurring monsters and direct them to attack major cities. The whole thing got pretty nasty until Ms. Uzuki and her friends caught the guy behind it and got rid of what he was using to control them.

[truthsnomiracle]

I see.

[With those disapproving words and a deathly serious glare, there's a sudden shift in the lighting and cutoff of ambient noise from outside. The buildings are dark, vehicles have stopped cold, and coffins dot the landscape. The sea breeze soon shifts to a coppery scent...]

[temptestament]

*He feels much the same way about the person who did all that, but he at least knows the guy was stopped.

When everything changes, he turns tense and alert.*

It smells like a battlefield here...

*Or worse. Despite Edgeworth's claim that they'll be safe indoors, he can't help but feel uneasy. His hand closes around empty air and a futuristic crossbow appears in it, lacking a string or visible means of loading but possessing a faintly glowing tip. Unlike the light crossbow the Allen Edgeworth knows uses, this is clearly based off of a heavy crossbow and looks by all means like it should take two hands to even hold it.*

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth raises an eyebrow at that improbably large weapon, but nods and takes his glaive from his back himself, looking out at the altered landscape awash in dim greenish ambient lighting.]

That's the result of how water transforms during this time. It won't be long before Shadows make their way to this area from the business district.

[temptestament]

*To be fair, it wouldn't be all that unusually large if it were made out of wood. It's just being made out of metal that makes it ridiculously heavy.*

And you're sure they won't come in here?

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth points over to a foul-weather kit in the corner.]

If we use the tarps to cover the windows, that would greatly decrease the chance that we'll be noticed.

[temptestament]

*He shakes his head.* I want to actually see them, if you're alright with the risk.

[truthsnomiracle]

If only firsthand observation will suffice, then I shall do my best to help if we are noticed. Forneus, present yourself!

[At his demand, a blue manta ray that's white underneath rises out from his back, unfolding as though it were an unseen cloak and floating up to a foot above him. Edgeworth then turns to the windows, puts his free hand on his glaive, and lowers the weapon into position, the blade pointing forward.]

[temptestament]

*He watches with interest as he lifts his own weapon into position, the glow at the tip intensifying as he feeds enough energy in to load it.*

That's a Persona?

[truthsnomiracle]

This is mine, yes, though he's unusual in a few respects. Personas' forms are more commonly humanoid and more closely tied to mythology than an alleged grimoire. However, I do find him appropriate for me regardless. (Despite the irony of his form's origin.)

[temptestament]

It reminds me a bit of something a couple of the other Testaments do when they need to fight...

[truthsnomiracle]

Really?

[temptestament]

Yeah. It's not as flashy, but they summon...I guess you could call it their potential Gnosis. A separate form that reflects what they might be like as a Gnosis that they can direct with their hostile intent.

[truthsnomiracle]

Huh. Directing our Personas doesn't inherently involve hostility. My own has yet to develop any offensive skills at all, in fact; I'm only capable of analyzing Shadows and dismissing unnatural alterations of emotion through him.

[temptestament]

Gnosis are pretty much made of hostility. And those two...they're not exactly the friendliest of people.

[truthsnomiracle]

Nor the sanest, I presume. As you describe these "potential Gnosis", they sound remarkably dangerous to make any sort of use of.

[temptestament]

That's one way of putting it. Virgil just has trouble with the concept of self-restraint, but Voyager...even Albedo thinks he's a nutjob.

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth's eyes grow wide at that. After having seen what Albedo is capable of at his worst, the idea of someone that much worse is disturbing.]