08: [Action]

[truthsnomiracle]

[All over Prospero for the next couple of days, though primarily near the courthouse, Prosecutor's Office, and Bay View Hotel, you may encounter Miles Edgeworth looking amiss in a couple of ways.

First off, he's not wearing his usual suit. Instead, he's wearing a stiff (and lightly armored) burgundy trenchcoat over a dark grey bulletproof vest that fully covers his torso, shoulders, and neck (though the latter is less obvious since his cravat's tied around it), which in turn is over a plain white shirt. Plain burgundy pants and heavy-duty dark grey knee pads (and matching elbow pads, to judge by the way the coat is hanging) complete the ensemble.

Second, he's clearly extraordinarily fatigued, yawning with bags under his eyes and sluggish in his movements... if he hasn't already fainted, or isn't collapsing before your very eyes. There's likely a paper or styrofoam cup full of tea involved, whether he's awake and holding it in his hand or asleep and its contents have spilled nearby.

Miles Edgeworth may not be under the Devil Arcana's direct influence yet, but being one of the few sane people left on the island is taking its toll nonetheless.]

[[OOC: This post is the fun-for-all-ages stage of things! The scary parts come later.]]

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[avarice_alive]

[ Greed stands too and stretches. He shakes his head. ] Naw, the military controlled that back in Amestris. They may have had something, but... [ Greed shrugs. ] I avoided the police.

[truthsnomiracle]

(For him to see police as something to be avoided suggests that he had something to hide from them... but then again, a lack of division between the military and law enforcement suggests that the regime he speaks of had an iron fist. It's entirely possible that his "crimes" were unfairly declared so, though without more information I can't be certain.)

Suffice it to say that here, as in my own world, the police are a civilian arm of the government separate from the military and those arrested are put to trial in courts such as those in this building. A prosecutor argues the case against the accused, while a defense attorney counters these arguments. Only those found guilty face punishment.

[avarice_alive]

That doesn't sound so bad. [ A pause. ] ...So could you lie your way out of trouble?

[truthsnomiracle]

Such an attempt would have to get past the two lawyers involved.

["Try me."]

[avarice_alive]

Really now... [ Greed shrugs. ] I don't plan on getting in trouble with the law, so it doesn't matter.

[ Or at least not get caught getting in trouble. ]

[truthsnomiracle]

At times, the best-laid plans go awry.

[avarice_alive]

So can I count on you to be my defendercuter?

[truthsnomiracle]

Again, I'm not a defense attorney. I'm a prosecutor. That being said, if you happened to be a victim of a crime, I would ideally prosecute the one responsible.

[avarice_alive]

...It'd be better if you defended me. [ It's faaaar more likely that Greed will need the defending. ]

[truthsnomiracle]

N...nnggrrrrgh...

[As if Edgeworth needed someone who may or may not be a criminal to remind him both of a stressful case and of the man who's no longer here when he's already under a lot of stress to begin with.]

[avarice_alive]

...Something wrong?

[truthsnomiracle]

As of late, what isn't wrong?

[Edgeworth turns to head further into the courthouse in a huff. Well, that's one way of waking him up...]

[avarice_alive]

[ Greed follows the man in. ] Hey, I never got your name.

[truthsnomiracle]

[One of the bailiffs moves to bar Greed's path; however, Edgeworth does stop to look over his shoulder at the former homunculus.]

Miles Edgeworth.

[avarice_alive]

[ Greed frowns at the bailiff, but doesn't try to push past. He watches Edgeworth leave, eyeing him carefully. ] Edgeworth, huh? I'll remember that...