[VIDEO/ACTION] First Dawn

[smothersome]

[Waking up in a strange place was one thing. It was a place that was filled with the oddest of scents, so much so that the air itself felt different. The people around him were dressed in gaudy, revealing outfits, or clothes that constricted the body fiercely. He was lucky that so far, he had not come across any cars. Instead, his curious poking at the phone in his hands had caused the video to turn on. He was crouching on the ground, knees tucked up to his chest as he tosses the phone from hand to hand, seeing what the buttons do. So far, a few things have appeared on the screen.

The feed twirls a little, showing first him, then people around him - a woman in green; a small boy. There are the faint sounds of voices-

Mom, what's he doing?
I think he's from some fair or other. Probably a street performer.
Maybe he's escaped from an asylum!

For his part, Aengus paid it no heed, and when the dizzying twirl stopped, he had it set on his knees. Ah. This looks like it is doing something at least. Hm... The people had scattered, leaving him alone in what appeared to be a park. Curiosity only goes so far, after all. A look of concern was set upon his brow, though he tried to mask it with his usual winning smile.]

This is a place of which mine eyes have never before gazed upon.

'tis an unusual thing enough to sleep in the Brú and awaken yet somewhere new. What dost thou require of me? It must be a matter of some importance for you to have brought me here, unknown to any, and even so to myself.

At the least, it would be expected to leave a letter before me.

...I saw a name most familiar and beloved to me upon this. If it be not lying, o Diarmuid, then tell me now.

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1/who really knows maybe 4

[croibhristeoir]

[That little vacation had been just what Diarmuid needed. Having only just returned, unpacked, and delivered several souvenirs to close friends, he was taking a moment to appreciate being back in Prospero. It was like a twisted sort of home to him, no matter who came and went.]

[croibhristeoir]

[Diarmuid's phone was halfway across the room, but the moment he heard that voice?]

[He found himself practically drowning in the half a cup of tea he immediately choked on.]

[croibhristeoir]

[Logic immediately sprouted wings and flew right out his sixth-story window, the knight in glasses immediately dropping everything he was doing or planned to do and dashing straight out the door, down the stairs, and bolting out of the hotel like a tall, dark streak of lightning.]

done~

[croibhristeoir]

[In retrospect, Diarmuid realized he probably should have checked to see where the hell he was first.]

[That way he wouldn't have been running through the city at top speed for upwards of twenty minutes before catching on to the trail of sparkles and butterflies.]

F-Father--!

[He screeched to an abrupt halt, doubled over and trying to catch his breath.]

[smothersome]

[!!!]

[ALERT 99.99- wait wrong canon

When Diarmuid's voice broke through his reverie, he whirled, almost pitching over. Catching himself, he rose to his feet and swept over to Diarmuid, leaving the phone where it lay. He swept the man into his arms and hugged him tightly to his chest.]

Diarmuid-! What is wrong? Has someone harmed thee, o Diarmuid?

[croibhristeoir]

N-no, I'm not...

[This was really happening. After everyone he'd met, everyone he'd lost, the one person he hoped to see again above all others was finally here and as clingly as ever.]

I'm not...I'm not injured.

[Sob.]

[smothersome]

[Cradling Diarmuid's face in his hands, he drew back enough to see the look on his face. It was enough. Just like that, he crushed him to his chest once more. One hand rose to stroke his hair soothingly.]

Then what has happened? Or would you prefer that I asked no questions? If it be something of which I can assist you in, then please allow me to.

[He fussed over the shaken Irishman like a mother hen, worried about what had happened in his absence. Yet, Diarmuid had not been from his sight. Yet he too was here. Such an oddity...]

[buildthatwall]

You know Diarmuid too?

[smothersome]

Indeed, I do. He is my son. And who might this lady be? One more of those that admire him?

[buildthatwall]

Oh, no, no. [She blushed a little] He was... in a really beautiful place. Like, a place that could be in a song. We talked a little.

[smothersome]

A place that could be in a song... ah, but that is a wonderful way to put it.

[He sounded pleased.]

[buildthatwall]

[She laughed a little, looking away] R-really?

A-anyway, do you need any help?

[Video]

[technologic]

[There's a curious redhead blinking a him through the phone.]

Well, I can tell you that you're now in Prospero.

... You know Diarmuid?

[Video]

[smothersome]

[Always with the ladies, Diarmuid. Ah well. He could not help it.]

I should hope so. I am his father, after all.

[Video]

[technologic]

[Of course.]

Ah, I see. It's nice to meet you, um, sir. [Social awkward is go. How does I act around fathers of friends.]

[Video]

[smothersome]

I am no lord, o lady of the red hair. I am Aengus.

[Video]

[technologic]

[She blinks a few times at the name and laughs sheepishly.]

Then, ah, it's nice to meet you, Aengus. I'm April.

[Video]

[truthsnomiracle]

You know Diarmuid?

[And now you have a man asking that question -- one who seems suspicious of you. After all, with as rough a pair of lives as Diarmuid seems to have had...]

[Video]

[smothersome]

[My. Diarmuid has been busy. But then, for him to gather many friends was an understandable thing. He smiled at the suspicious figure, entirely at ease.]

Indeed. My name is Aengus the Young. I am he who raised him through his childhood, and watched over him far longer.

[Video]

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth sets the phone down and steps back to bow at the camera.]

I see. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir. I am Miles Edgeworth.

[Video]

[smothersome]

[Aengus inclines his head a little, secretly amused.]

...ah. Should I bow also? I admit to knowing little of the requirements of this place.

[needsteaplz]

[Saori was in the park, walking Sirius when she passed by Aengus. Of course she naturally backpedals when she hears him speak. +1 to the 'Pinged by Diarmuid's name' party.]

Sorry, I didn't mean to over hear you, but you mentioned Diarmuid?

[smothersome]

[The voice drew a start from him and he half-turned to look at her.]

Why would you apologize over such a thing? My words were spoken openly, and I made no effort to conceal them from the ears of those who may yet be listening. Does that not make it clear to thee that I do not mind?

[He threw a winning smile in her direction.[

You know my son?

[needsteaplz]

[She sheepishly laughs.]

Ah well, you do have a point here.

Your son? Yes, I know him and look up to him. My name is Saori, sir.

[smothersome]

As many yet do, even in these odd times.

[His smile widens, a little softer.]

Saori... I have not yet heard a name pronounced in such a manner. My name is Aengus, he who is called 'the young', and I am indeed the one who took Diarmuid ua Diabhne as my own.