[i'm so tired of using they that i will default to he for this thread and this thread only. so anyway, he's still in his pajamas with his hood up but he doesn't reply immediately until she settles down next to him.]
To be perfectly honest with you, I felt much better when we woke up this morning. And I don't think I could properly rest knowing that I had a trial today in the first place.
[sometimes you are a workaholic and do not know how to or care to stop it.]
She pulls her knees up and puts her head on them before looking at him. ]
You could, if someone knocked you out.
[ She's just saying. ]
Are you tired of answering questions about what happened to you? I left you alone for a couple of days because I thought it'd be better if you weren't bombarded while healing.
[ but he went to trial, so now she's just here to be annoying during nice week. ]
Believe me, that was an option they were debating and I veto'd it. [it was a terrible option. nevertheless he turns a little and gently rests an arm over his eyes as if to shield them further.]
...would you believe me if I said you're the only person who has asked? Wrath aside.
What? [ Huh? She lifts her head in surprise. ] Has no one asked the other three Avatars yet either? [ She's baffled. ] Maybe they wanted to give you time, too.
You and everyone else. [he sounds faintly amused, at least, because he's well aware he's a stubborn asshole. but he hears the surprise and there's a slight shrug.]
They may have asked the others, but I'm unsure of how much has been said. I believe Pride has spoken to a few of you, and Gluttony likely has as well. Envy might be still recovering emotionally.
[or whatever.]
I can only assume people felt it would be best to wait so I could read what their texts said. [...] ...how much would you like to know?
[because even when it's fairly traumatic, miles edgeworth will politely (?) withhold a bunch of information that isn't necessary to share.]
[hilariously, it's because she's aligned with him that he begins to think of where to start.]
We had been trying to find an answer for some time now. After the first group disappeared without warning, Gluttony and myself began to research what we could in order to find out why. When people disappear, it's to a place even we can't see them. It appears that was the case with us as well, as the other Avatars could not contact us.
The four of us were purposefully looking for a way in, but we were caught off-guard anyhow. We were brought to a house, but our mistake was entering one at a time. That was how we were split up.
When I regained my bearings, I found myself in a long hallway in a house I didn't recognize. The troubling part, of course, was that there were things I recognized anyhow. Photographs from old newspapers, a radio with news I've heard long ago, mementoes I thought I had lost when I was a child...things I wanted to leave behind. All of it was there.
The hallway seemed to loop around continually. Despite choosing different doors to look through, I always found myself at the start of the hall. But eventually, at the very end, there stood someone...waiting for me to notice him.
...I wanted to follow him. Even knowing he was an illusion, that I wouldn't be able to catch up to him, I began to follow. And every time the house would begin its loop again, putting him further and further away. The house began to rot away, lights flickering and bugs crawling from the floorboards. But it didn't matter. I had become consumed with the idea that I couldn't let the others obtain their desires without obtaining my own. It simply wasn't fair. Why should theirs matter than my own?
It was that desire that left me chasing after him time and time again. And every moment I was nearly close enough to reach, the loop would start again and he'd be further away.
[there's more to it than that, but he's framing it in bits and pieces so he doesn't overwhelm her.]
[ She thinks over all that for a moment. When people are taken away, they can't be seen, Avatar to Avatar, or Avatar to participant. That's dangerous and foreboding. ]
That sounds like the beginning of a lot.
[ Of a traumatic ordeal, but it's kind of rude to just call it that? So she isn't because it's still kindness week this thread. ]
It sounds like whatever that place was preyed on your memories and on your aspect. Was that someone important to you?
[smashcut to miles being Very Unpleased when medb disappears in the next few days. also thank you for not calling it traumatic because he might not be able to cope with that. instead, there's another pause.]
Likely. That's how it usually starts out. Being taken to an unfamiliar place and being challenged by your own memories. Though I would argue that the aspect was actually Envy's, if anything. That sort of bitterness of not accomplishing things isn't mine.
[...there's a nod though.] An ally. [and then, he reconsiders, thinking of what he had said once before.] ...an indispensable and dear friend.
[because the history with phoenix wright is still complicated for miles edgeworth so it's easy enough to brush past it.]
For every door I went through and every time I started in the hall again, the details of the house changed as well. Photos began to soak up spots of dirt and blood. The telephone wouldn't stop ringing, though every time I answered it I never received anything useful. The radio's static became so unbearable I could hardly stand it. And all the while, I followed this man not knowing what other puzzle to solve.
Picking up the gun on the table was only instinct, despite how much I resisted upon entering the house in the first place. But that seemed to be a key component in the puzzle. Wright disappeared entirely, and the phone rang once more.
This time, however, the voice on the other end of the line was familiar to me.
[ Sometimes, things just happen? She didn't ask to disappear, but thanks for caring, Greed.
Hmm... she nods. Envy makes sense for the aspect. Really glad Miles got to be gay about Phoenix in all that trauma, too.
She wrinkles her nose the more he describes. She doesn't like the sound of any of that? Terrible. ]
That sounds like a terrible horror movie in the making. Sorry you had to go through that and solve a puzzle at the same time. What did the voice you know say?
it happens. sometimes you just get consistently attacked with the knowledge that you and your childhood friend have had a turbulent relationship and now that person will be left behind thanks to false evidence destroying their reputation. sometimes that is just a thing.]
As Wrath called it, it was "horror movie bullshit", yes. [not a fan! actually terrible! but he eyeballs the sky briefly before he continues.]
"Miles Edgeworth, I'll see you in hell."
It was almost poetic the way the lights went out and the line went dead after that.
[ how much of his eyeballs does he have to eyeball the ceiling with? just wondering (I'M KIDDING YOU DON'T HAVE TO ANSWER THIS)
Miles, have you considered talking about this with someone? Medb is not great for that, as sweet as she can be when she wants to be, but someone? Anyone? Talk about your unresolved feelings with someone! ]
Yeah, horror movie bullshit is right. That's so cliché.
[STOP it's saturday his eyeballs are there they're just weak by this point.
also haha! no! why would miles ever talk about this with anyone. honestly medb was actually smart to ask him today instead of another day since he's already feeling like garbage. it means he's more prone to explaining.]
Incredibly. [and yet.] I wasn't sure what to think. It wasn't...
[...well no, here he pauses because he's very well aware this next piece sounds foolish and he's expecting medb to judge the hell out of him. he would also judge the hell out of him in this weak moment?]
Illusion or not, considering it's likely that man really is in hell by now it was worth the consideration. At the time I suppose I rationalized it as my mentor coming back from the grave to try and finish what he had started.
Without a light source, it was increasingly difficult to see. I could hear footsteps ahead, and somehow I had convinced myself it was Wright. So I followed. By then, I began to wonder if I should simply abandon the other three and pursue my desires. I could feel myself thinking it wasn't fair that they had a chance, and likely an easier one, at obtaining their greatest desire.
Nothing mattered to me but finding my own way out of that damn house and getting what I came for...whatever that may be. Every now and then there was a flash of light allowing me to see the damage the house had taken. Broken glass, blood splatters, bullet holes through photographs on the wall. But there wasn't enough light. I could hear footsteps behind me and I could feel something winding its way around me.
There wasn't much of a warning before my right eye was removed, followed by my left. I could hear the sound of consumption right before I passed out. So naturally, when I awoke on the concrete sometime later my only thought was that I had to find the exit before von Karma found me.
[he's saying names that don't even mean anything to her, but it's easier to compartmentalize his experience if he lists things out.]
Without my eyesight and with the darkness of the house, navigating was even worse than before. I believe I slipped on my own blood a few times, and running into the corners of the hall was the only way I could feel around at first. I had the gun still, but it didn't matter. Sounds were thrown off, and even hearing him goading me to follow through in the house I didn't act fast enough. I had failed to obtain my goals.
A gun to the back, two bullets through the chest. That was the last thing I remembered before we were thrown out near Simulations.
[ There are a lot of things she could say in response to this. There is a lot to judge, but even Medb isn't infallible. How much Medb likes someone doesn't always correlate to how much Medb cares for someone. How she perceives weakness is mostly straightforward, and as heartless as she can be, she is someone driven by her emotions more often than not.
She isn't unmovable, and that's very heavy for anyone to experience. She's come to like Greed enough that she does care.
There's much she can say even if she doesn't know every name he's listed, but instead of saying too much, she shifts closer to him and reaches over to hold his hand.
She'd hug him, but he's laying down? That's awkward. ]
Anyone would be foolish in that situation, but I don't think that makes you stupid.
[oh. handholding. he allows it if only because it seems like a more appropriate response than immediately pulling away after explaining all of that, so even if it's loose it's acceptable.
also a hug would somehow maybe be worse at the moment. once again medb is making wise choices.]
Perhaps not...even knowing it wasn't real, we had to see it through to fully understand how these circumstances occur. I have reason to believe the entire point was to kill us, but it was drawn out just to toy with us. [as if to prove they also aren't infallible.]
I haven't spoken to the others at length about what they witnessed, but even what I've heard so far...it was exactly the things necessary to attempt to disorient us.
[please consider who edgeworth usually surrounds himself with.]
That's the conclusion I came to as well. As for who or what...we're looking into that as well. I've been informed some of you have found case files about some of us that we weren't aware of.
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[ She comes over and sits next to him on the mat. ]
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To be perfectly honest with you, I felt much better when we woke up this morning. And I don't think I could properly rest knowing that I had a trial today in the first place.
[sometimes you are a workaholic and do not know how to or care to stop it.]
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She pulls her knees up and puts her head on them before looking at him. ]
You could, if someone knocked you out.
[ She's just saying. ]
Are you tired of answering questions about what happened to you? I left you alone for a couple of days because I thought it'd be better if you weren't bombarded while healing.
[ but he went to trial, so now she's just here to be annoying during nice week. ]
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...would you believe me if I said you're the only person who has asked? Wrath aside.
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[ Greed, please.
But... ]
What? [ Huh? She lifts her head in surprise. ] Has no one asked the other three Avatars yet either? [ She's baffled. ] Maybe they wanted to give you time, too.
Will you tell me what happened?
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They may have asked the others, but I'm unsure of how much has been said. I believe Pride has spoken to a few of you, and Gluttony likely has as well. Envy might be still recovering emotionally.
[or whatever.]
I can only assume people felt it would be best to wait so I could read what their texts said. [...] ...how much would you like to know?
[because even when it's fairly traumatic, miles edgeworth will politely (?) withhold a bunch of information that isn't necessary to share.]
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[ But she can tell it's a losing battle, considering he already attended trial.
"or whatever"? ENVY DESERVES LOVE. ]
Greed, I am aligned to you. I want to know everything.
[ But she isn't going to assume he'll tell her everything, so she'll take whatever she can get. ]
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[hilariously, it's because she's aligned with him that he begins to think of where to start.]
We had been trying to find an answer for some time now. After the first group disappeared without warning, Gluttony and myself began to research what we could in order to find out why. When people disappear, it's to a place even we can't see them. It appears that was the case with us as well, as the other Avatars could not contact us.
The four of us were purposefully looking for a way in, but we were caught off-guard anyhow. We were brought to a house, but our mistake was entering one at a time. That was how we were split up.
When I regained my bearings, I found myself in a long hallway in a house I didn't recognize. The troubling part, of course, was that there were things I recognized anyhow. Photographs from old newspapers, a radio with news I've heard long ago, mementoes I thought I had lost when I was a child...things I wanted to leave behind. All of it was there.
The hallway seemed to loop around continually. Despite choosing different doors to look through, I always found myself at the start of the hall. But eventually, at the very end, there stood someone...waiting for me to notice him.
...I wanted to follow him. Even knowing he was an illusion, that I wouldn't be able to catch up to him, I began to follow. And every time the house would begin its loop again, putting him further and further away. The house began to rot away, lights flickering and bugs crawling from the floorboards. But it didn't matter. I had become consumed with the idea that I couldn't let the others obtain their desires without obtaining my own. It simply wasn't fair. Why should theirs matter than my own?
It was that desire that left me chasing after him time and time again. And every moment I was nearly close enough to reach, the loop would start again and he'd be further away.
[there's more to it than that, but he's framing it in bits and pieces so he doesn't overwhelm her.]
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That sounds like the beginning of a lot.
[ Of a traumatic ordeal, but it's kind of rude to just call it that? So she isn't because it's still kindness week this thread. ]
It sounds like whatever that place was preyed on your memories and on your aspect. Was that someone important to you?
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Likely. That's how it usually starts out. Being taken to an unfamiliar place and being challenged by your own memories. Though I would argue that the aspect was actually Envy's, if anything. That sort of bitterness of not accomplishing things isn't mine.
[...there's a nod though.] An ally. [and then, he reconsiders, thinking of what he had said once before.] ...an indispensable and dear friend.
[because the history with phoenix wright is still complicated for miles edgeworth so it's easy enough to brush past it.]
For every door I went through and every time I started in the hall again, the details of the house changed as well. Photos began to soak up spots of dirt and blood. The telephone wouldn't stop ringing, though every time I answered it I never received anything useful. The radio's static became so unbearable I could hardly stand it. And all the while, I followed this man not knowing what other puzzle to solve.
Picking up the gun on the table was only instinct, despite how much I resisted upon entering the house in the first place. But that seemed to be a key component in the puzzle. Wright disappeared entirely, and the phone rang once more.
This time, however, the voice on the other end of the line was familiar to me.
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Hmm... she nods. Envy makes sense for the aspect. Really glad Miles got to be gay about Phoenix in all that trauma, too.
She wrinkles her nose the more he describes. She doesn't like the sound of any of that? Terrible. ]
That sounds like a terrible horror movie in the making. Sorry you had to go through that and solve a puzzle at the same time. What did the voice you know say?
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it happens. sometimes you just get consistently attacked with the knowledge that you and your childhood friend have had a turbulent relationship and now that person will be left behind thanks to false evidence destroying their reputation. sometimes that is just a thing.]
As Wrath called it, it was "horror movie bullshit", yes. [not a fan! actually terrible! but he eyeballs the sky briefly before he continues.]
"Miles Edgeworth, I'll see you in hell."
It was almost poetic the way the lights went out and the line went dead after that.
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Miles, have you considered talking about this with someone? Medb is not great for that, as sweet as she can be when she wants to be, but someone? Anyone? Talk about your unresolved feelings with someone! ]
Yeah, horror movie bullshit is right. That's so cliché.
[ Distasteful. ]
You thought that was stupid, right?
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also haha! no! why would miles ever talk about this with anyone. honestly medb was actually smart to ask him today instead of another day since he's already feeling like garbage. it means he's more prone to explaining.]
Incredibly. [and yet.] I wasn't sure what to think. It wasn't...
[...well no, here he pauses because he's very well aware this next piece sounds foolish and he's expecting medb to judge the hell out of him. he would also judge the hell out of him in this weak moment?]
Illusion or not, considering it's likely that man really is in hell by now it was worth the consideration. At the time I suppose I rationalized it as my mentor coming back from the grave to try and finish what he had started.
Without a light source, it was increasingly difficult to see. I could hear footsteps ahead, and somehow I had convinced myself it was Wright. So I followed. By then, I began to wonder if I should simply abandon the other three and pursue my desires. I could feel myself thinking it wasn't fair that they had a chance, and likely an easier one, at obtaining their greatest desire.
Nothing mattered to me but finding my own way out of that damn house and getting what I came for...whatever that may be. Every now and then there was a flash of light allowing me to see the damage the house had taken. Broken glass, blood splatters, bullet holes through photographs on the wall. But there wasn't enough light. I could hear footsteps behind me and I could feel something winding its way around me.
There wasn't much of a warning before my right eye was removed, followed by my left. I could hear the sound of consumption right before I passed out. So naturally, when I awoke on the concrete sometime later my only thought was that I had to find the exit before von Karma found me.
[he's saying names that don't even mean anything to her, but it's easier to compartmentalize his experience if he lists things out.]
Without my eyesight and with the darkness of the house, navigating was even worse than before. I believe I slipped on my own blood a few times, and running into the corners of the hall was the only way I could feel around at first. I had the gun still, but it didn't matter. Sounds were thrown off, and even hearing him goading me to follow through in the house I didn't act fast enough. I had failed to obtain my goals.
A gun to the back, two bullets through the chest. That was the last thing I remembered before we were thrown out near Simulations.
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She isn't unmovable, and that's very heavy for anyone to experience. She's come to like Greed enough that she does care.
There's much she can say even if she doesn't know every name he's listed, but instead of saying too much, she shifts closer to him and reaches over to hold his hand.
She'd hug him, but he's laying down? That's awkward. ]
Anyone would be foolish in that situation, but I don't think that makes you stupid.
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also a hug would somehow maybe be worse at the moment. once again medb is making wise choices.]
Perhaps not...even knowing it wasn't real, we had to see it through to fully understand how these circumstances occur. I have reason to believe the entire point was to kill us, but it was drawn out just to toy with us. [as if to prove they also aren't infallible.]
I haven't spoken to the others at length about what they witnessed, but even what I've heard so far...it was exactly the things necessary to attempt to disorient us.
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She frowns. ]
Okay, but who or what is trying to toy with you? Kill you? Disorient you?
[ All of them? If they're all randomly being taken like that and messed with? Why are they being put through it? ]
That means they're trying to keep you from finding anything out.
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That's the conclusion I came to as well. As for who or what...we're looking into that as well. I've been informed some of you have found case files about some of us that we weren't aware of.
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GET USED TO AFFECTION, EDGEWORTH. ]
It's foreboding, isn't it?
[ Medb can be bright and positive, but she isn't necessarily optimistic. ]
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Incredibly. My least favorite thing to do is wait, but it feels as though we've now been told we must do the same. [there's a pause.]
My apologies for failing as well. It wasn't my intention.
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[ She flicks him on.... his arm. She feels like that's a sort of safe place to flick him. ]
This just means you'll have to be understanding if I suddenly get whisked away like you did, okay?
[ Haha. ]
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I don't know if understanding is the word I would use, Medb. But if that happens I can only hope it isn't as terrible.
[he's going to ascend into space upon realizing she's gone.]
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If it happens, I'll come out as beautiful and lovely as ever, don't worry.
[ She flashes a victory sign even if Greed can't really see it. ]
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I've no doubt about that, but nevertheless I think...[...no. no niceness right now.]
My point stands.
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She smiles. ]
Maybe your hope will carry me through the experience.
[ Actually, the fact that he told her so much is legitimately helping her through the CYOA. Very funny. ]
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