video; an attached image {a psa of sorts}

[aceordisgraced]

Well hello there everyone. Welcome to the newer faces, how are you doing to both the new and old. In case you don't recognize this face or the hat, I'm Phoenix Wright, and I've got an announcement for you guys.

As of a few days ago, it seems like we've got a missing child on our hands. His name is Miles and he's about - oh - five feet eleven inches? I don't know how much he weighs, he's got grey hair and he was last seen wearing a red suit and a really intense cravat. He's... 24 years old, I think.

He hasn't been in his room and hasn't been coming in to work, either. His family is very worried about him. So.

[There is a few seconds' pause here, where Phoenix's rather playful expression sobers up. He keeps the smile, but he's definitely more serious now. A little sad, even.]

That is to say, it doesn't seem like Miles Edgeworth is here anymore. Haven't been able to reach his tablet or anything. I don't know if he'll come back like he did last time, but like last time, if you had any business with him I recommend contacting Miss Franziska von Karma. She might be able to help you out some.

[Another little silence. He's looking away from the camera. He mumbles some words like "They're all going somewhere." "How many is this now?" "I guess it's better they're not here, but." "It's starting to get kind of lonely." "I hope he's okay."

Then he turns back to the screen again, the first wide smile back on his face.]

Now, in case you don't know what he looks like! I drew a picture. I'm pretty confident in the likeness, if I do say so myself. I think the dog's still around...

Comments

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[whatsupcroc]

I think he might be older than that! Like ancient!

Sorry that he's gone, now.

[aceordisgraced]

All things considered, he might be eighty in his poor poor heart. Yelling at people to get off his lawn and stuff.

Thanks. I'm a little sorry, too. Did you like him, Collette?

[whatsupcroc]

Shaking his cane at them, even if the cane isn't real...

Yeah. I still do, you know! I like him very much.

[aceordisgraced]

Knowing Edgeworth, his cane would have a cravat on it.

Good! It's always good to know Edgeworth is making friends. He's a good guy even if he's the picture next to the dictionary entry for "cranky."

[whatsupcroc]

His cane would have cravat storing compartments!

Eh, he's not so bad. I know way crankier! And he listens when he's not too preoccupied by something else. He's a smart guy! Semi-smart. Not so much about people to people things, but definitely about others!

[aceordisgraced]

Haha. I guess that's true. Edgeworth really helped me out on a lot of occasions...

He tries though, you know? At least later or something. He would come to our parties for a bit.

[whatsupcroc]

He's a good guy. You were good friends? Or "friends," I bet Big Red would object to the f-word for a long time. What'd he help you out with?

I'm going to miss him.

[aceordisgraced]

When he's a little older, he'll call me a friend. At least as far as my experience goes. To me he's always been a friend.

I'll miss him too. You want a delivery of hot chocolate?

[whatsupcroc]

Does that delivery come with company attached?

[aceordisgraced]

If that's what you want. Free of charge, no shipping costs. What do you say?

[whatsupcroc]

I say can I get me one of those shipped same day?

[aceordisgraced]

Maybe within the hour! You at your room?

[whatsupcroc]

Yep! Door'll be unlocked.

[aceordisgraced]

I'll be there in just a few minutes.

[It's about ten! Phoenix will knock on Collette's door before he enters, a small bag of marshmallows and two travel mugs of hot chocolate in hand.]

Delivery!

[whatsupcroc]

Door's open!

( She wheels out into the main area by the door, looking at it curiously. Phoenix comes in and she smiles, lifting a hand to wave without waving. )

Hey! Delivery, my favorite kind of company and surprise. Whatcha got?

( She asks as she wheels back, angling for the table. )

[aceordisgraced]

[he follows her inside, closing the door behind him and holding up his hands.] Hot chocolate for two and marshmallows! I hope you like marshmallows.

[whatsupcroc]

Wow, real ones? Not those freeze dried things you usually find?

( She sounds excited. It's usually a decent indication of her liking some idea! )

[aceordisgraced]

Hmm, I don't think so? I kept it room temperature and I made sure it wasn't rotten before I brought it.

[whatsupcroc]

Then not one objection from this corner of the table!

( One she'll be claiming now, kthnx. )

Come sit down.

[aceordisgraced]

As you wish, madam. [He smiles and finds a seat adjacent to hers, placing a mug down in front of her with the bag of marshmallows.]

How're you doing? I know I asked earlier.

[whatsupcroc]

I'm here. So I'm doing really good, most things considering.

( She smiles, looking down at her hands, resting on the table's surface. )

It's like the weirdest out patient hospital in the world, wiht how fast people move through here sometimes. You know?

[aceordisgraced]

[He leans on the table, matching her smile as he wraps his hands around his mug.]

You've got that right. You never know who's coming or leaving -- not even the patients know when they'll be released.

[whatsupcroc]

That part -- ( she says, laughing ) -- might not be as weird as you think!

( But she hums under her breath, considering where they are, and what they've all been through. )

Hey, Phoenix? Have you ever had to kill someone before?

[aceordisgraced]

Ha. Well, I guess.

[He raises his eyes to Collette at the question.]

... Here? Or in general?

[whatsupcroc]

Anywhere. Here, at home, it doesn't matter so much.