07: [Action]

[truthsnomiracle]

March 26, 5:59 PM
Bay View Hotel
Room 212
NNNGGGHHHOOOOOOOH!

[That was probably audible throughout half the hotel.]


March 27, ??:03 ?M
Outside Bay View Hotel
[Anyone on their way in or out from fighting will probably find a prosecutor in a new-looking, stiff burgundy trenchcoat with a glaive across his back... hugging a black and white, collie-like dog while sobbing pitifully.]

[OOC: Please specify your prompt!]

Comments

[want_a_vacation]

It's possible. Maybe it would be a good idea to do a poll to see what spells are out there aside from the basic attacks.

[truthsnomiracle]

I must agree. If I weren't already carrying enough burdens, I would conduct such an investigation myself.

[want_a_vacation]

I'll take care of it. I actually have a decent computer to store the results on now, too.

*He unhooks a device from his waist and hits a button, prompting it to pop up a holographic screen and keyboard.*

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth looks mildly impressed. It wasn't Little Thief-level projection, but on the other hand, Little Thief couldn't make anything as tangible as that keyboard had to be.]

I see. I'll leave it in your capable hands, then.

[want_a_vacation]

*It's pretty obviously tangible now, since he's hitting a few keys, bringing up something on the screen. A couple taps to the screen, which changes it again, and he hits the same button to shut it off, seemingly satisfied with whatever he was doing.*

Alright. But what about you? Are you going to be alright now?

(It would figure if he was just pretending to have calmed down...)

[truthsnomiracle]

...I don't know. But I have an idea of what may help.

[want_a_vacation]

*He nods.*

Give me a call if you need anything, even just someone to talk to. I'll...probably be up pretty late tonight.

*He's going to need some time to pull himself completely together, himself.*

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth simply nods in response.]

Your offer is noted.

[want_a_vacation]

Take care of yourself.

*And with that parting expression of concern, he's backing off from the doorway and turning to leave.*