miniworth | [4th wall]

Current Location: Olivine City

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!fourth wall,
!ic

[4th wall]

[ The feed sputters on to one Miles Edgeworth giving the network the most confused face. ]

I woke up this morning and went outside for a walk... did the hotel in Olivine always have this wriggling piece of plywood outside its doors?

[ He pans the camera around to show a ragged-looking mascot dancing pitifully, on and on. ]

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Every day, since the day I was born. [ Which is true. He grew up hearing his name all the time, after all. ]

[That's...uh...

...

What. This situation is becoming less and less preposterous because he really does see himself in this kid...]

My name is Miles Edgeworth. My father's name was Gregory Edgeworth.

I live with Manfred von Karma now.

[ The significance of those names... even Miles knows this, even at this age. ]

...

That...that cannot be possible. []

How do you figure? [ THIS IS YOU. FROM SIXTEEN YEARS OR SOMETHING AGO. CHALLENGING YOU. ]

Because I, as you yourself have mentioned earlier, am Miles Edgeworth. I am an only child, and I have long since left Manfred von Karma to pursue my career on my own. ["Left" in more ways than one.

Then he digs into his pocket for his wallet, and pulls out his driver's license.]

We cannot possess the exact same identity.

Not simultaneously. But it was 2002 where I came from... time doesn't matter here. [ Though he does wonder why they could exist here at the same time, as well. ]

[You're not the only one. Bigworth is confused and is trying his best not to show it.]

...

Evidence. If you are truly...rather, surely you know the significance of evidence.

[ He has the saddest look. ] I lost everything I had before I was brought here. Even if I had anything... they're not here.

[Hmmmm.]

In that case, testimony will suffice.

When did you win your first essay contest, and what was the theme?

Edited 2011-06-01 04:33 (UTC)

It was in third grade, on [ INSERT TOPIC HERE. ]

[He's right.]

What did Father give you [DARN IT I TYPED "US"] following your accomplishment?

A book on law.

...

That...is correct...and I finished that book in three days.

And read it over and over, but took care of it so that the pages never fell out and the spine was never damaged.

It has been eighteen years, and that book remains in my personal library. Not a single page has been torn or lost.

[ ... It makes him smile a little sadly. ] It's one of the few things I kept.

[That book is one of the things he doesn't usually bring up in conversation. He's sure not even Phoenix Wright would know of it. Or even Franziska von Karma.]

Then...then you are...

[His eyes grow wide, yet they have a nostalgic look in them. It's almost...sad, too.]

I told you.

I'm Miles Edgeworth. [ The look, minus the nostalgia, is mirrored in his eyes. ]

[He just looks down at his...younger self. There's no more doubt. And everything falls into place. His other recent escapades in Johto were briefly forgotten with this encounter, but they're rushing back.]

You are also acquainted with Mr. Seta and Ken, correct?

[ The mentioning of those names surprise him, but he nods! ]

They're-- friends. [ a pause, and then firmly. ] Ken Amada is my best friend.

I encountered them...when I was brought here. They claimed to have known me in my youth, but it seems they were both referring to you.

And yes, Ken said the same about you.

No matter what. [ He disregards any other part of this conversation to press this one point. ] No matter what you or Phoenix or Mr. von Karma of Franziska say-- he's my best friend!

[ There had been a quarrel about this before, with his sister. Now he will make this clear to himself. ]

[Well, your older self is quite unruffled (pun intended). He simply blinks, nods and crosses his arms.]

I never said anything to the contrary...although I suppose I owe them an apology for my confusion. [He really WAS just confused, anyway. Besides, Ken seemed like a decent kid, all confusion aside.]

[ "Miles Edgeworth would never be friends with a person like you" had been Franziska's words, and they hurt more than Miles would ever admit to anybody...Right now, if he were a dog he'd be growling. ]

I don't care if you're stuffy or anti-social or sour-faced. He's my-- [ He'll soon realize how ridiculous he's being. ]

Edited 2011-06-01 07:46 (UTC)

BUT. BUT THE SPARKLY LOGIC.

...time paradoxes are beyond his sparkly logic, sob

ffffff poor Bigworth.

WHY HIM. WHY ALWAYS HIM.

Because he makes the best reactions. |D

...man I feel like replaying AAI just to memorize all the noises he makes

MRRRRPH. NGOOOOOH. GAH.

I don't even use them all because I feel weird typing them out

Seconded! ;;

AHAHAHA INORITE excuse me I has lunch /slinks away to have tea - I MEAN LUNCH

FFF YOU ARE EXCUSED

AND I KNOW I'M SORRY I'M INTERROGATING YOU wait let's try a different question

...OBVS THEY HAVE A COLLECTION OF BOWTIES

WE SHOULD GET TO THAT.

WE SHOULD.

EVENTUALLY. WHEN BIGWORTH IS 100% CONVINCED YOU'RE HIM.

/WORKS ON THAT

OH HE WILL BE IN DUE TIME~

AWWWYEEEEE ♥

I AM GOING TO GO BAWWWWW AGAIN

I'LL BAWWW WITH YOU AS I FURIOUSLY WORK ON PROJECTS ;A;

HEY WORK ON YOUR PROJECTS FIRST

IT'S OKAY. I'M WAITING FOR THAT GLUE TO DRY.

/BLOWS ON DAT GLUE

/JOINS