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

[ Today's is a rare intentional post! Though he doesn't talk immediately. He frowns at the camera for a few seconds, then sighs. ]

Challenging the Goldenrod gym was a bit of a nightmare when it happened. The gym leader in Violet was less...unique... and I guess I'm glad he didn't to put me in a dress, but I take back my words from when I said to someone that a gym leader qualifies if they do their job right.

[ He reaches for something placed next to the gear, and--voila! Guess who won the Zephyr badge just a short while ago? He looks at it, then looks even more disgruntled. Forced into a dress, fake bottomless pits, self-confidence issues and the threat of being Earthquake'd.

And then there had been Falkner.

... Siiiigh. ]

It would be hypocritical of me to say that all he talked about was his father, I suppose.

[ beat. ]

On a different note, in less than a month I'd have been in this world for a year. I've been to a lot of cities, but the only school I've seen teaches only on topics related to Pokémon. How do the people here learn anything else?

[ ooc: the Zephyr Badge is mod-approved! and as it is 2a.m. before school, replies will come tomorrow, uh, afternoon. ]

 Y-You meanie...! 

[ Oh, it's that oddly familiar crying. Need I state why you're hearing this sound again, Johto? Probably not--those white sneakers on the screen definitely belong to the crybaby gym leader of Goldenrod, and there are only so many situations in which she cries. As the camera keeps rolling, Miles' voice speaks up, sounding more impatient than usual. ]

Miss, there's no use crying. I won, can I please just--

You meanie, you bully--!

You'll have to wait a little until she stops crying to get your badge, honey, she always gets like this.

I know that. [ Miles sounds so upset right now, it's actually a bit funny. Jason, who's holding the camera, turns around while the shota keeps talking. There's Remus over by Ken (who looks like he's trying hard not to laugh--maybe at Miles troubling over the crying Whitney), having a celebratory party with Romulus and their baby, Perseus, and Pess and Pip are nearby, too. He turns back around to Miles just as he finishes talking. ] I know she cries, and I'll wait for my badge, but this is beyond the-- I want my clothes back.

Oh, but you look so cute right now! [ The girls from the gym are all speaking up and arguing about giving Miles back his clothes, but Miles is just as adamant 8( You can't blame him, though--

Jason raises the camera to show more than just Miles' feet. If your'e watching this feed, you'll see that Miles is wearing a dress.

Yes. A dress. The lasses and ladies at the gym thought he was a girl. 8( ]

You should totally keep wearing it! You'll be a perfect match with that little girl we put the tiara on and--

I want my clothes. Now. [ and a click! as Jason decides THIS IS BORING and turns off the camera to go play with Nemesis-- ]



[ EXTRA BROADCAST: from later in the evening. ]

[ Now it is time for Remus to be a proud papa. You know those parents that like to take videos of their babies? Of their babies doing absolutely nothing at all? Remus is like that, and since his trainer is sulking anyway, he's gotten his hands on the Gear and is recording his and Romulus' baby.

Percy the Minun is rolling around the hotel room, poking Nemesis and Growling, getting dragged away from Castor while Growling, running at Pip and Kirby and Growling, hugging Romulus and Growling at Cara who is nearby. He even Growls at the monster-looking thing created by a pile of pillows. And a lamp. And eventually coming to a stop near the Great Orange Wall named Pess, he Growls at her, too.

And all he does is Growl at her. For fifteen minutes. ]

Isn't he great?? [ 8DDDD Remus is a Proud Papa. ]

[ ooc: the Plain Badge was acquired with mod approval. ♥ ]

[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.

[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..

[The feed turns on at past one o'clock in the morning, a deliberate post from our ever-insomniac future-prosecutor as he and his Pokémon wander aimlessly down Route 31 on the night of the attempt on Phoenix's life. At first, Edgeworth doesn't do much other than hold his Gear, the camera focused instead on Pess's concerned face as her trainer stood there, silently, before her.

After a while, Pess whines softly, jolting him out of his thoughts, and the boy finally speaks, turning the camera towards himself and -- huh, what is with that depressed-looking face?]

.....This is a message for everyone who saw Phoenix Wright's video earlier today:

He'll be all right, now. Help came early, and he was able to be properly treated. He won't be at his best, but at the very least, he should be able to move around a little by this weekend, although I don't think having him travel would be a good idea. If only Pess could evolve without a Fire Stone; those stones are so expensive..

In any case, his life won't be in immediate danger anymore...

[It is here that he pauses, seeming to hesitate. And a flash of guilt flits across his face right before that forced calm of his crumbled. Whatever it is that's on his mind, it's clearly a big deal to him, and his frown deepens, eyebrows knitting together. His eyes almost look like their watering.. After almost a whole minute, Edgeworth pulls a Pokéball out of his pocket.]

I caught an Spinarak here, earlier.. I've been here all night searching for Pokémon, since I don't want something like this to happen again. I have to be stronger, so that I don't cause everyone trouble... Besides, what happened today was--

[And his voice breaks off as he averts his eyes. He raises his hand to his mouth and struggles with the words, managing to choke out: ]

.....What happened today was all my fault. I could have stopped it.

[And then there's a strange sound, like someone starting to cry out loud, as Edgeworth abruptly ends the feed. At least he was able to send out the message about Phoenix. He himself had a couple of messages to send, but because he was crying now, he resorts to sending texts:]



( Private Text to Merlin )

( Private Text to Detective Gumshoe )

[The feed opens to show a very hyper, very happy Growlithe grinning at the camera, and then she looks up and spins in a circle, trotting off-screen before the camera turns and shows Miles Edgeworth with a Poliwag jumping up and down next to him. Pess and Tadpole are back in action, guys! Littleworth, although he wasn't grinning like a retard or dogpiling with his Pokémon like some others, is almost radiating happiness and relief and--

-- what is that sad, lost smile on his face?

He's definitely trying to shrug off whatever's eating him, though, and he picks up Pess, showing her off to the camera.]

She and Tadpole are back to normal, everyone-- I hope your Pokémon are, too.

[There's a small pause as he gives the camera a contemplative frown, as if he's debating something, and then--]

Miss Hawthorne, you're probably still confused by everything, but things are back to 'normal' now, at least for now. Please be careful on your journey, though. [He's genuinely concerned about Dahlia, really, but he's not sure how to approach anyone in this world anymore.

Pess squirms around and jumps out of Edgeworth's hold, onto his lap. But the boy barely acknowledges her as he still stares at his Gear, a frown on his face.

A few, long seconds of silence later, he reaches over. And the feed cuts off.]

( ALSO. Private text to Laaaaarry Butz! )

 [The screen flickers on to show a sunny blue sky framed by the branches of trees. On occasion a bird or two or a flock of them fly past, but there is no sign of the boy who owns the Pokégear. In the corner of the screen, something orange flits in and out of view before there is the sound of panting and bounding feet, followed by--]

Ugh. [--the sound of someone groaning, as if something heavy had been dropped on his stomach. The screen turns blurry, as if the Pokégear was being shaken around. The sound of struggling and excited barks could be heard.] Stop, you silly dog, stop, you can't use this-- this contraption as a toy! .....No, you can't chew on my bowtie either but-- ugh, fine you can lick my face. [There is a soft sigh as the screen stops moving. It moves again as the happy-looking face of a young Growlithe comes into view, then, finally the camera swerves again to show the slightly disgruntled, slobber-covered face of a young boy lying on the grass. So that's where he was!]

.....My name is Miles Edgeworth. [The boy seems absolutely squicked out - apparently he's never talked to electronics before. The Growlithe, on the other hand, looks nothing less than deliriously happy as it sits by the boy's head and smiles up at the camera.] I woke up... this morning and found myself in a house that wasn't mine, with a woman that wasn't my mother -- and then I got kicked out. I'm not sure how this happened, or what will happen from now on, but... [Miles averts his eyes momentarily, then turns his head as if staring at the sky and the trees, glancing at the Growlithe before turning back to the camera.] I think the best choice I could make now is to keep moving along down the road. Perhaps I'll meet someone who can give me some hints on.. what's going on. -- ugh. Stop that! [There is a beep, as if Miles had pressed a button, and the screen goes blank, but not before it catches the Growlithe finding a small butterfly on Miles' shirt and pouncing at it.]