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tvk2012-01-25 10:39 pm
truthsnomiracle) wrote in tvk2012-01-25 10:39 pm
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04: [Accidental Video, backdated to the afternoon of the 25th]
[The feed that starts is at a strange angle. It's looking up at two men sitting on a bench outdoors, though the one in a black trenchcoat and burgundy pants is more clearly visible than the the one in a similarly black coat and green scarf. The former man looks rather irritated and pulls his hand up from the bench as he begins to speak to the latter. Maybe what jostled the phone loose was him striking the bench?]
Damn this Trey Matre! I've never known anyone so thoroughly committed to the erasure of evidence!
Patience, Miles. Don't let yourself get too worked up over it -- just take things slowly and you'll work it out.
[Edgeworth crosses his arms.] You speak as though I'm the one in control of the pace, Father. It is, presumably, by his hand that it's taken two months to simply learn his name. If not by his, then by that of another who stands above him in this scheme.
Perhaps so, yes. But I have faith that you'll outwit him and any other above him.
[Edgeworth glances away.] If it is to take this long, then I fear that the truth may be lost before I have the chance. It is not merely for the sake of swift justice that trials where I'm from can last no longer than three days, after all -- it also ensures that there is no time for evidence to simply disappear as it has here.
You're worrying far too much. Relax and trust me; we'll work out the truth sooner or later.
[Edgeworth turns his head back to Diarmuid and peers at him.] 'We'? You speak as though anyone other kidnappee sees value in anything more than literally chasing Shadows! Recall that it took my arrival for anyone to even consider investigating the hotel's ownership.
There were no fools amongst the Fianna, Miles. But I can not claim to be clever in the same way that you are. Together, I think we can outwit who or whatever is in control of this place given enough time.
[Edgeworth lowers his arms, frowning in unease rather than irritation now.] Time is the one thing we may not have, Father.
I've been here since summer, with little indication that we have anything but time.
[Edgeworth looks grim.] Which means that they've had since summer to take steps to undermine a proper investigation, as proven by the difficulty thereof.
...It may never cease to amaze me how seriously you take everything.
One cannot succeed in any form of law by taking it lightly.
You're not in a courtroom. Just try for ten minutes to relax.
[Edgeworth furrows his brow.] I'm on the trail of criminals. The difference is negligible.
You're missing the point entirely. Relax for a while or you'll work yourself to death.
[Edgeworth rubs his temple.] Would I have agreed to this walk if I failed to see the value of such a thing?
You're not relaxing. [Diarmuid puts his arm over Edgeworth's shoulders. Strangely, the prosecutor doesn't so much as flinch.] Stop thinking about it for a while or you'll drive yourself insane.
You were the one to ask how I was doing to begin with, Father.
Details. Lighten up for a while, Miles.
...
[As Edgeworth runs out of words, Diarmuid pulls his "son" into a hug. Edgeworth looks awkward for a moment, then raises his arms to at least attempt to embrace his "father" in return. Shortly after that, the feed cuts out.]
[[OOC: Joint accidental post! Either Edgeworth or Diarmuid may reply or threadjack.]]
Damn this Trey Matre! I've never known anyone so thoroughly committed to the erasure of evidence!
Patience, Miles. Don't let yourself get too worked up over it -- just take things slowly and you'll work it out.
[Edgeworth crosses his arms.] You speak as though I'm the one in control of the pace, Father. It is, presumably, by his hand that it's taken two months to simply learn his name. If not by his, then by that of another who stands above him in this scheme.
Perhaps so, yes. But I have faith that you'll outwit him and any other above him.
[Edgeworth glances away.] If it is to take this long, then I fear that the truth may be lost before I have the chance. It is not merely for the sake of swift justice that trials where I'm from can last no longer than three days, after all -- it also ensures that there is no time for evidence to simply disappear as it has here.
You're worrying far too much. Relax and trust me; we'll work out the truth sooner or later.
[Edgeworth turns his head back to Diarmuid and peers at him.] 'We'? You speak as though anyone other kidnappee sees value in anything more than literally chasing Shadows! Recall that it took my arrival for anyone to even consider investigating the hotel's ownership.
There were no fools amongst the Fianna, Miles. But I can not claim to be clever in the same way that you are. Together, I think we can outwit who or whatever is in control of this place given enough time.
[Edgeworth lowers his arms, frowning in unease rather than irritation now.] Time is the one thing we may not have, Father.
I've been here since summer, with little indication that we have anything but time.
[Edgeworth looks grim.] Which means that they've had since summer to take steps to undermine a proper investigation, as proven by the difficulty thereof.
...It may never cease to amaze me how seriously you take everything.
One cannot succeed in any form of law by taking it lightly.
You're not in a courtroom. Just try for ten minutes to relax.
[Edgeworth furrows his brow.] I'm on the trail of criminals. The difference is negligible.
You're missing the point entirely. Relax for a while or you'll work yourself to death.
[Edgeworth rubs his temple.] Would I have agreed to this walk if I failed to see the value of such a thing?
You're not relaxing. [Diarmuid puts his arm over Edgeworth's shoulders. Strangely, the prosecutor doesn't so much as flinch.] Stop thinking about it for a while or you'll drive yourself insane.
You were the one to ask how I was doing to begin with, Father.
Details. Lighten up for a while, Miles.
...
[As Edgeworth runs out of words, Diarmuid pulls his "son" into a hug. Edgeworth looks awkward for a moment, then raises his arms to at least attempt to embrace his "father" in return. Shortly after that, the feed cuts out.]
[[OOC: Joint accidental post! Either Edgeworth or Diarmuid may reply or threadjack.]]