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!]

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[croibhristeoir]

[Whoooosa good puppy~]

All I had with me when I d--got here was my armor and this lance. I can't say I'm surprised the latter of the two didn't come with me, that would have complicated matters somewhat.

[truthsnomiracle]

Rather a lot, one would think.

[Pess is of course blind to the gallows humor flying about, and looks extremely happy with Diarmuid's dog-cuddling skills.]

[croibhristeoir]

[He actually laughed at that, seeming to have no problem with a little humor regarding his own death.]

I'd have looked terribly silly, at least.

[truthsnomiracle]

[Pess yips in response to the laughter.]

I'd imagine it to be highly uncomfortable as well even if you were otherwise healthy.

[croibhristeoir]

Considerably so, yes.

[truthsnomiracle]

What do you suppose any doctors asked to aid in its removal would have made of it?

[Edgeworth may not actually be laughing audibly, but it's apparent enough in his eyes, and he is grinning.]

[croibhristeoir]

I'd probably have to make up a story about how it got there. I wonder if 'I tripped' would be a valid excuse.

[truthsnomiracle]

OBJECTION!

[In contrast to his usual serious look when shouting that, he's continuing to smirk.]

No matter how one were stabbed, evidence of it passing through flesh would be apparent! Clearly something far more atypical than a mere accident occurred.

[croibhristeoir]

[Okay, he can't even pretend to take this seriously anymore. Don't mind him just over here laughing.]

[truthsnomiracle]

[And that laughter is contagious enough that even Edgeworth is chuckling in his throat. Diarmuid is now the fourth person ever to have heard such a thing at least once in their lifetimes.]

[croibhristeoir]

[~FLAWLESS VICTORY~]

At any rate, it's an immeasurable relief to have it again. With any luck I may yet see my second lance again, or perhaps one of my swords.

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth's chuckling finally dies down, though Pess has been barking excitedly since it began and is continuing to do so.]

I rather doubt that it's luck. This is more likely a matter of cause and effect.

[croibhristeoir]

[Welp, that just means more ear scritches.]

Perhaps. I can't say I ever had much good fortune to begin with.

[truthsnomiracle]

Nor I. That being said, my thoughts are based on something more substantive than that. Many of us no longer trust the network with sensitive information due to the suspicious voice posts that occasionally occur and their rather villainous tone. More recently, those who are technically inclined made an encrypted post of some sort, which makes our distrust more blatantly obvious. I suspect that this offering of gifts by request through the phone is intended to regain our trust.

[croibhristeoir]

Sound logic, as usual. I can't say it will work to that effect, but we could still use it to our advantage.

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth reaches over to run his fingers through Pess's fur again, now that she's finally calmed down.]

Indeed. I don't have anything as useful in our predicament as a weapon that could be brought from home, but I can think of other things that would be of use to me regardless.

[croibhristeoir]

I'm sure everyone has a fair amount of things like that. Personally, I'd be quite happy to see both lances or both swords again.

[truthsnomiracle]

What I most want, I cannot merely wish for -- only pursue as best I'm able. I can only hope that no more of the pillars supporting the path forward collapse before others can be erected.

[croibhristeoir]

I have faith that things will be alright. I wish you wouldn't worry so much.

[truthsnomiracle]

Never before have I faced a situation as dire as this, Diarmuid -- and having left the folly of my youth behind, I realize that I'm dwarfed by the scope of our problems as a community. I'm... not a hero... nor a king, nor even a politician -- I'm only a lawyer caught in a lawless situation.

[croibhristeoir]

I have been through a great deal of problems, both when I was still alive and when I was a Servant. I admit, however, that this predicament is trying its hardest to match all of that.

No one's requiring you to be anything save for what you are. Rely on those of us you trust for support, and things will surely work out in the end.

[truthsnomiracle]

I intend to do no less.

[croibhristeoir]

[He smiled at that, just slightly.]

It will be alright. Trust me on this--even if things should prove difficult, I believe we will all manage to get through it.

[truthsnomiracle]

We must -- and precisely because we must, I can't afford to let such weakness continue to slow me down.

[croibhristeoir]

And if it does, I'm more than willing to help support you if I can.