[4th wall]

[miniworth]

[ 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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[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

... Johto? Where in the world is that?

[miniworth]

Not Earth. That I can say...

[ he lets a few beats go by. ] My name is Miles.

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[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

[........

WHAT.]

I-I've missed you, you know ;;

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

[... Oh, the kid said something else.]

Ah, er, a pleasure to meet you. My name is...

[Pause.] John Doe.

/pulls into a hug...? ;; I think you missed my friend cut plurk and.. ._.

[miniworth]

...

[ He stares long and hard at this man, and something seems to finally click. He frowns. ]

That's not your real name.

*h-hug* Honestly, I haven't even been on Plurk in ages... i-it's not really the medium for me.

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly, his posture stiffens.]

W... What?

It's a weird bugger.. D: I don't use it all that much anymore either. ;; /clings to you here

[miniworth]

You're [ younger and scarless but he recognizes that face now. ] Shelly de Killer.

Don't you have AIM? ;;

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

[It's clear from the look on his face that there are several things going through his head all at once - namely, "Keep your voice down," "Not yet," "how do you know that?"

It all just comes out as a single, vague "Uhh" though.]

I do! ;; it's scarfandjackets

[miniworth]

...No police force here will come arrest you yet.

\o/!

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

[Focus. Deep breaths. Relax. Looking calm is a good enough first step.]

... I don't believe I have introduced myself to you.

♥

[miniworth]

[ Your initial "uhh" may have ruined that effect, but Miles regards him calmly back. ]

My father was a lawyer, and I knew a few people here who knew of you.

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

[Yes, well, he's got a few details to work on, admittedly...]

... I am famous... outside of Earth?

[miniworth]

No, no. [ He shakes his head. ] I am from Earth. I was brought here, like you.

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

... Oh.

[It really wouldn't surprise him right now to realise he's dreaming.]

[miniworth]

You are here too, though older.

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

... O-Oh?

[He wants to know more!]

[miniworth]

He's been here for almost a year now... he's a lot older, and I suppose he's more skilled than you are now. [ He's calmer, scarred. ]

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

...

[He smiles. Deep down, it's comforting to know he'll stay alive for so long.]

[miniworth]

[ Miles just eyes him, curious about this younger version of the old man he'd - admittedly - come to like. ]

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

...

What do you think of him, if I may ask?

[miniworth]

He's a criminal. I despise criminals.

... But Mr. de Killer is fine. I can respect him for now.

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

... I am glad to hear that.

[And then he adds, quiet and unsure:] The Mr. de Killer that I know is the most honourable man I have ever met.

[miniworth]

... What's he like?

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

He is a kind, honest man.

[And deadly, too.]

[miniworth]

[ What a description about an assassin, but. ]

... And you are like that as well. [ You came when you thought I fell down a well, and you don't lie. You just don't. ]