When you've run into a wall with no place to go

[The feed turns on this fine Tuesday afternoon from a Gear that hasn't posted in quite a while. The camera adjusts, focuses, and then shows a disgruntled looking child sitting - legs crossed, leaning back in the chair, with a serious line face - at a table in what looks like the café at the Goldenrod Hotel. A newspaper held in one hand, the other holding....

.....a cup of tea. That he drinks out of.

Good afternoon, residents of Johto, Miles Edgeworth has woken up and he snuck out of the Pokémon Center last night, too, but that's another story.]

Plus!

[The sudden voice is accompanied by the invasion of Remus the Plusle, who hops onto his trainer's lap and takes the cup of tea from him, sitting down and cheerily gulping down the warm drink. His moody expression brightening slightly into that of amusement, Miles gives a soft chuckle and lowers the paper, turning his full attention to the Gear that Remus must have turned on earlier.

First, he sighs. And then he glares at the camera.]
[Oh boy, is he pissed.]

Upon my waking up just last night, I was informed of your ill-mannered conduct upon your arrival in Johto. You acted rudely and immaturely, and - surely - as one who aspires to succeed that perfect Manfred von Karma, being able to civilly interact with those you meet would be an important skill?

First of all, I have done nothing to be called a coward by you.

Secondly, yelling my name into the network was an over-the-top, yet sufficient way of getting in contact with me. However, I was indeed asleep for the last few days, and refusing to believe the tale when told so was foolish of you. Proceeding then to snap at these people and antagonizing them is even worse.

[A pause, as he takes a breath and rubs his temple.]

As your older brother, and the reason why you ended up acting so disrespectfully to those who simply wanted to help you, I suggest that you rethink your actions carefully and apologize to them soon. Your father stressed the importance of perfection in every aspect of life - and if you are still aspring to fulfill that perfection, it would do you good to start by acting, at least, like you know how to speak without angering every face you see.

[Another pause, and then he looks away from the camera looking a bit squicked out.]

... I don't think I'll ever perfect imitating Mr. von Karma's way of talking.

[He reaches over to drink the tea, but the cup must have been emptied by Remus. He stops, sighs, and sends the camera another look.]

I'll be waiting for your call, Fran. That is all.

... I hope you're doing all right.

( In which Miles doesn't act his age and is a general depressfail aka TL;DR TO YOUR HEART'S CONTENT. )

[Forward dated to Monday morning.]

....Wright.

[The video turns on and shows that the boy is standing in a hotel room. The lights are on, and... it looks like the room was in use until just recently. The camera - held in trembling hands - captures the sulking figures of three Pokémon sitting on the messily made bed.]

---Wright.... he's gone.



[[ooc; -- With permission from our dear Gumshoe-mun, who dropped (SOB), Miles will be taking care of Missile from now on... but Gummy also had two other characters and y'all should ask Officer so the poor babes can have homes. ;A; ]

[Backdated to this morning. ALSO GUYS. FOURTH WALL EVENT? BEST. EVER. also backtagging for the rest of ever.]

[The Gear flickers onto video early this morning, but all that's visible is a worm's eye view of a Edgeworth curled up in the corner of Goldenrod's Pokémon Center, with a big blue pillow held tightly against his che--

no, that was a Quagsire. Phoenix's Butch. Sprawled across the boy's body and snoring away like nobody's business. 170 pounds of reptile blubber, right on top of a boy who was only a few inches taller than the Pokémon. Edgeworth doesn't seem so comfortable, either.]

Uh... can't-- breathe.

[With a small groan, Edgeworth wakes up... then he stares in wonder at the sight that greets him.

----This wasn't Violet anymore.]

......Where am I--smack!-- Ow! Butch, if you're going to sleep on me, please don't slap my face. [ D:< ]

Quaaaaag!

.....Uuuugh. Please wake up soon. I can't even reach my Gear...

[The boy gives the camera a helpless look, and then a small wave.] H-hello, everyone, um...it's recording, isn't it?

....Has everyone ended up where they weren't at before, as well? I--I think I'm in Goldenrod..

[Backdated to earlier Sunday afternoon.]

.......Um. Mr. Apollo?

[Good evening Johto, you get to see Edgeworth actually talking to his Pokégear! And he's looking rather awkward today as he does so.]

Uh...

[Ahem.]

I was going to go gather berries to feed my Pokémon when we start traveling, so I went to open my bag. I hadn't used it since earlier in our stay at Violet, but when I went near it, Sirius and Pess suddenly seemed a bit.. protective of it.

[......Uh.]

I convinced them to let me open it, and I found... these.

[And with a sigh, Edgeworth turns the camera to his bag, where, nestled inside on Edgeworth's change of clothes, is a small group of orange eggs.]

.........What should I do with these, Mr. Apollo? _{I don't mind keeping them with me, but we - I - can't possibly take care of... eight Growlithes.}

[[ooc; Yes Ellie I was very serious about this. :3c So..... uh!

Hey Route, Edgey's discovered that his and Apollo's Pokémon have been chummy with each other (not that he knows how babies are made, mind you), and he has no idea what to do with these six Growlithe eggs.

Pess might have some objections to her babies being given away to anyone but Phoenix any strangers, but s'long as Apollo/his mun justicepuns is all right with it, Edgeworth would like to see if any of his friends are interested in getting a pup? (For Pess' sake, he's going to keep one with him, though! ;; ) ]]

[Forward-dated to late Saturday morning, around 10:00 AM.]

[Good morning, Route! It's been a while since Edgeworth's last post to the network, and this time, too, it doesn't seem like he's the one making the actual post, because the kid's Pokémon seem to be more enthusiastic about the camera thing than he is.

Today, despite not having hands, Tadpole the Poliwag has figured out a way to use his trainer's Pokégear -- using his tail. Tadpole now is carrying the gear atop his head in what looks like a room in the Violet Pokémon Center. The camera keeps moving around and around at a dizzy pace because the creature is, well, pacing. Rather anxiously. On occasion, he would stop and cry up at his trainer, who is sitting on his bed, knees drawn up and a blanket tossed over his body.

Every once in a while, Edgeworth would cough or sneeze, then shiver and pull the blanket around himself tighter. Only a few people may realize why, but it seems the boy caught a... pretty bad cold while stalking Phoenix and Dahlia, but SHH THEY DON'T KNOW. Maybe.

The Poliwag continues to call out. ]


Waag!

---I'm all right, Tadpole, just keep it down, all right?

[With a tired, dreary sigh, Edgeworth raises his head and looks down at the camera. He's a real mess, though he does have a tiny shine of accomplishment in his eyes.]

It seems that my jacket wasn't sufficient enough in keeping me warm for the whole time, but...at least no harm came to him, right, Miss Iris? [And he gives a tired but rather triumphant smile. Phoenix apparently got through his rendezvous with Dahlia physically unharmed!]