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[bratworth]

[The video feed turns on the show the face of a rather serious-looking young man wearing a very fancy suit... a very fancy suit that looks although it's been slept in for the past two days.

He's very slowly coming to terms with the fact that this isn't all some sort of absurd dream, and has decided that perhaps it's time to introduce himself. And he's prepared.]

Good morning.

To those of you who are listening to this message, my name is Miles Edgeworth and I am a prosecuting attorney. There is still much that I do not know about this world, and I would welcome all information anyone would care to provide, or directions to a place where I might uncover more about this place for myself.

After all, if am forced to remain here, then I expect to be informed of all aspects of my current situation in its entirety, from as many different sources as possible. I do not presume to speak for all of you, but I, for one, do not care to work for a cause that resorts to such underhanded dealings such as abduction and much worse to achieve its goals.

[Underhanded, but not to mention preposterous. These sort of happenings should be confined to science fiction novels where they could remain. Unread. But he continues nonetheless.]

You, as a 'transport' who has also arrived under circumstances similar to myself, are the ones most likely to understand and share this belief of mine. I can only hope that you will be willing to assist me in this matter.

That's all, and thank you for your attention.

Comments

[implying]

Do you at least recall a place called Cittagazze?

[bratworth]

No. Should I?

[implying]

Well, yes! That's quite an unfortunate case of amnesia you have there, my friend.

[bratworth]

I have not forgotten anything, and thus am suffering from no such case of amnesia. Where is this city? I've never even heard of it before.

[implying]

Ah. Of course. My apologies for the confusion, then.

[ A pause, and he switches back to audio. Even with the mask, he doesn't want to take any chances of accidentally looking sad! ]

It's— a world between worlds, I suppose. People there have stumbled into it from their own worlds, and are in turn free to venture into other worlds. That's where I met you, or— well, I suppose someone very like you.

[bratworth]

... Someone like me? Are you suggesting that there is yet another Miles Edgeworth wandering about from an alternative reality?

[Because he's certain it's not this Miles Edgeworth. Why, just two days ago he'd been in Los Angeles. Not 'Ceetagassy' or whatever this place was purportedly called.

Then again, the Initiative did have access to their memories, or so he'd heard. Was it possible that they could have made him forget? Or was it more likely that it was this strange man's idea of a foolish practical joke?]

[implying]

It certainly seems so, doesn't it? It it wasn't you I'd befriended, then the options are really very narrow.

[bratworth]

There's still another possibility that you haven't yet mentioned.

[implying]

That being?

[bratworth]

That you're pulling my leg, for whatever reason.

[implying]

[ a beat ]

Ah. No, it isn't that.

[ and after another pause, because taking his word for it probably isn't enough: ] Perhaps you might prefer I prove it? I may know a few things about you that you haven't mentioned to anyone here.

[bratworth]

Such as what?

[implying]

Well...

For a start, if I recall correctly, you speak English, German, Italian, Spanish, what was that name... ah, Russian, and... mm. Forgive me, I've forgotten the rest, if there were more.

[bratworth]

[He does have some passing knowledge of most of those languages, but he could claim a level of fluency that he would actually be comfortable conversing in them. Nonetheless, he begrudgingly grudges.]

A fine guess. Was there anything else which you cared to impart?

[implying]

I suppose there are a few things more that I might dig up for recollection. But if I haven't convinced you yet, it seems rather unlikely to me you'd care to be convinced at all.

'begrudgingly grudges' WHOOPS he's just feeling very grudgey apparently...

[bratworth]

What would I have to gain, to be convinced of the truth of such an occurrence?

i admit, i giggled at that

[implying]

Oh, nothing much, I'm sure. Certainly nothing material. But it might give a justification for my friendship, at least.

[bratworth]

And that's what you wish to offer me? Your ...friendship?

[implying]

Ah, that would be about the long and short of it, yes.

[bratworth]

Well, that's not what I'm looking for. Information only.

[implying]

No, you certainly weren't looking for it the first time, either.

[bratworth]

[ There was no first time, dammit. ]

Regardless. That is not something which I am seeking.

[implying]

Of course. And what information haven't you gotten yet?

[bratworth]

I've received quite a bit now... so unless you have some knowledge of how we can be returned to our own realities, the the information I have thus far shall suffice to start with.

[implying]

Well, I'm still harboring some hope of returning to Cittágazze, of course. Although I seem to recall that your specific window had been lost... still, I would say it's a step closer to home than here.