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...So hey bros feel free to board the madness. NAO WILL BE JOINING ME WITH OTACON. |D ;;
For a few days, now, I've been thinking about what would happen if I withdrew Miles from Johto and brought him back, shortly afterwards, as Edgeworth the prosecutor (post-AAI). I don't plan to do this for real, but it was something that intrigued me, and I was honestly curious about how Miles' friends here would react to it.
Thus, drabble. (F-feel free to ignore this, guys... but I kind of want to know how characters would react.. /)___(\ )
He still remembered the last time he set foot in this world.
New Bark Town had seemed much larger back then, seventeen years ago, when he was ten years old and only a little taller than four feet tall. He was nearly six feet now; the difference in perspective was almost comical, and yet it seemed, despite the years he'd spent away, nothing much had changed in this world. The woman that handed him a bag packed with travel necessities, shoving a familiar red communicator in his hand and patting his shoulder as she ushered him out the door, was the same 'mother' he met as a child. The houses looked the same, even the trees that lined the road - Route Twenty-Nine - leading to the rest of Johto seemed not to have changed color.
He idly wondered how much time had passed for this world.
The grass under his feet was a bright, healthy green, the sky a deep blue dotted with large, white clouds like cotton. The sky was somewhere overhead, shining down on the town warmly... too warmly. As he shrugged his the red jacket off his shoulders, he figured it must be spring, if not almost summertime. He raised a hand to brush a stray strand of hair out of his eyes, bundling up the jacket and holding it in the other until it was, not a minute later, snatched out of his hold. He scowled slightly, turning a frown to the tiny, neon blue crocodile that stood at his feet with a wide, toothy grin, the red jacket held tightly in its short arms.
Despite the past years of having lived apart from such a phenomenon, he found himself still unsurprised by the fact that he was accompanied by a crocodile (it wasn't just a crocodile, he knew, but a Pokémon called a Totodile). He merely narrowed his eyes at the creature, who continued to smile up at him despite the glare coming from its new trainer, and he eventually relented to the expectant, hopeful look in the Totodile's eyes. With a sigh, he crouched, giving his companion a light pat to the head.
"Be mindful not to get it dirty," was all he said to it, but the Totodile looked pleased, adjusting its hold as to make sure the fabric did not drag on the ground. He gave it an approving nod.
At least this one doesn't look like it would chew on everything in sight, he mused as he straightened to standing once again. He recalled, rather clearly, the face of a disgruntled, blond teenage girl he met as a child, Heather's drawling voice complaining about how Godzilla, her Totodile, had chewed through her boots. Perhaps, by some chance, she might still be here.
Perhaps, by some chance, she wouldn't be the only one he'd be reunited with.
Fishing the red communicator (a Pokégear, he still remembered) and flipping it open, he studied it for a moment. It was.. familiar, yet something he never thought he'd use again after leaving this world seventeen years ago. It was smaller than he recalled, just like the town he now stood in.
Shaking off the wave of nostalgia and making sure his expression was the usual calm blank that he kept it in, he turned on the machine, hitting RECORD, waiting for the camera to flicker on and focus on his face.
It felt rather silly, and he almost stopped himself, but by then it was too late. The red light was blinking at him, and he cleared his throat.
Still feeling silly, still unsure how he would react to the people he used to know, Miles Edgeworth spoke into the machine.
".....It appears I have returned to Johto."
For a few days, now, I've been thinking about what would happen if I withdrew Miles from Johto and brought him back, shortly afterwards, as Edgeworth the prosecutor (post-AAI). I don't plan to do this for real, but it was something that intrigued me, and I was honestly curious about how Miles' friends here would react to it.
Thus, drabble. (F-feel free to ignore this, guys... but I kind of want to know how characters would react.. /)___(\ )
He still remembered the last time he set foot in this world.
New Bark Town had seemed much larger back then, seventeen years ago, when he was ten years old and only a little taller than four feet tall. He was nearly six feet now; the difference in perspective was almost comical, and yet it seemed, despite the years he'd spent away, nothing much had changed in this world. The woman that handed him a bag packed with travel necessities, shoving a familiar red communicator in his hand and patting his shoulder as she ushered him out the door, was the same 'mother' he met as a child. The houses looked the same, even the trees that lined the road - Route Twenty-Nine - leading to the rest of Johto seemed not to have changed color.
He idly wondered how much time had passed for this world.
The grass under his feet was a bright, healthy green, the sky a deep blue dotted with large, white clouds like cotton. The sky was somewhere overhead, shining down on the town warmly... too warmly. As he shrugged his the red jacket off his shoulders, he figured it must be spring, if not almost summertime. He raised a hand to brush a stray strand of hair out of his eyes, bundling up the jacket and holding it in the other until it was, not a minute later, snatched out of his hold. He scowled slightly, turning a frown to the tiny, neon blue crocodile that stood at his feet with a wide, toothy grin, the red jacket held tightly in its short arms.
Despite the past years of having lived apart from such a phenomenon, he found himself still unsurprised by the fact that he was accompanied by a crocodile (it wasn't just a crocodile, he knew, but a Pokémon called a Totodile). He merely narrowed his eyes at the creature, who continued to smile up at him despite the glare coming from its new trainer, and he eventually relented to the expectant, hopeful look in the Totodile's eyes. With a sigh, he crouched, giving his companion a light pat to the head.
"Be mindful not to get it dirty," was all he said to it, but the Totodile looked pleased, adjusting its hold as to make sure the fabric did not drag on the ground. He gave it an approving nod.
At least this one doesn't look like it would chew on everything in sight, he mused as he straightened to standing once again. He recalled, rather clearly, the face of a disgruntled, blond teenage girl he met as a child, Heather's drawling voice complaining about how Godzilla, her Totodile, had chewed through her boots. Perhaps, by some chance, she might still be here.
Perhaps, by some chance, she wouldn't be the only one he'd be reunited with.
Fishing the red communicator (a Pokégear, he still remembered) and flipping it open, he studied it for a moment. It was.. familiar, yet something he never thought he'd use again after leaving this world seventeen years ago. It was smaller than he recalled, just like the town he now stood in.
Shaking off the wave of nostalgia and making sure his expression was the usual calm blank that he kept it in, he turned on the machine, hitting RECORD, waiting for the camera to flicker on and focus on his face.
It felt rather silly, and he almost stopped himself, but by then it was too late. The red light was blinking at him, and he cleared his throat.
Still feeling silly, still unsure how he would react to the people he used to know, Miles Edgeworth spoke into the machine.
".....It appears I have returned to Johto."
ICHI HERE ON A DIFFERENT ACCOUNT
/INVADED BY ICHI
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...this is also really sweet. ♥ AND I AM SECONDING ICHI WITH THE POWER OF THE THOUSAND BURNING SUNS
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I NEEDED. SOMETHING BLUE. BECAUSE MAN WE DON'T HAVE ANY BLUE BADGER POKEMONS AND IT MAKES ME SAD.
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IF THERE IS EVER A GEN 6
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