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Beeeeeeeeeeeep.
The number you have dialed is no longer in service.


[ It's been awhile since this message reached Miles Edgeworth's ear. But while he was now very much aware that this was a frequent occurrence, he never expected to hear it from this gear.

... A sick feeling settling in his stomach - but you can't be gone you just went to go get that Pearl girl before you both went quiet you can't be gone - he tries again. ]



Beeeeeeeeeeeep.
The number you have dialed is no longer in service.


[ And the feeling is heavy as he closes his gear for just a moment. Lifting himself up from the chair he was sitting on, Miles begins to walk... outside of the hotel room, down the hall and out of the hotel, through the city.

He comes to a stop at the railing overlooking the ocean before, opening his gear again, he sends out a message to the network. ]



Phoenix Wright has gone home.
miniworth: ([♠] Jason)


[ Johto's weather is simply atrociously bipolar. Very, terribly bipolar.

Which is probably why today is forty degrees (Fahrenheit) hotter than it was yesterday and Miles Edgeworth is not wearing his usual shirt-and-jacket attire. No. He's rather comfortable in this weather wearing a short-sleeved shirt and sitting outside on the Goldenrod street without a hat, just lazying on the bench.

It's really nice that those bugs are gone - he faired better than some, but a certain Growlithe had thrown one of those Pinecos in his face, and that darn bug had detonated, so Miles has a bandaid on his forehead as well a gauze against his burned cheek. Gdmit Pip. 8|

But Pip doesn't really care about that because hey, Miles is alive and he was well enough to drag Pip back to the Pokémon center after that WHY SHOULD HE BE WORRIED. So he's frolicking about, chasing his own tail and... looking pretty refreshed. Because spring has come, and Miles had taken Pip and Pess to get a trimming. Pip's got short hair now, and he's pretty darn happy about this. Fuck yeaaahhhhhh.

But his mom? Oh. Oh. Oh Pess isn't very happy about this. She was so proud of her fur, Miles, sure it was really warm but SHE WAS SO PROUD. And the trimming is fine, she's sure she'll grow to like it... but still. So she's sulking, a very, very sulky Arcanine lying next to the bench Miles is sitting on, sending him sulky glares every now and then.

In the meanwhile, as Miles fiddles with his Gear and keeps turning on and off the text option, Remus the Plusle, Nanako's old Squirtle, Jason the Cubone and Cara the Charmander are enjoying ice cream.

It's... really nice that there are no exploding bugs anymore. But there are some important, serious things Miles has been thinking about since those Pokémon started causing trouble. A certain pair of videos had caught his attention, and though Miles didn't particularly respond to one, Miles Edgeworth can't leave certain things alone.

Certain things.. like criminals that get away with their crimes. With a sigh, he opens up his Gear and types in a few words. ]


Here is a text. )

001 [video]

Oct. 4th, 2010 04:18 am
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 [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.]

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