[It's a nice day today, or nice enough at least for Maya to prefer working outside with the other new villagers who are helping to get Merain set up like a home. She still has time, of course, to tend to her old friend... But only if he's up for it.]
Mr. Edgeworth! If you're feeling any better today, I can answer more questions about Ryslig (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑
If you need me I'll be right outside near the lake. -Maya
[And as promised, whether he chooses to respond to her message or not, the still-wolfed-out attorney's assistant can be found by the lake staring puzzledly at plantlife or talking to the other villagers, occasionally raising a curious head to see if Edgeworth appears.
[No, Miles is not feeling better. He doesn't think he'll ever feel 'better' again. But there's nothing to be done about that right now. This isn't a sort of feeling sick that any medicine could cure. Not unless they'd invented something that could cure existential dread, anyway.
He stares at the emoticon Maya has sent, not comprehending it for a moment, before sending a perfunctory reply and getting dressed to go outside. It's not bad here. If not for the fact that Maya's a dog-person and her boyfriend (which is still kind of weird) is a big dolphin right now, it could even, theoretically, be a decent vacation.
If only.
When he finds her, it's by the lake.] Maya. Good morning.
[It's really lucky for them both that Maya's only stuck as a giant dog at night— a privilege she won't have when she's mer again she knows, and so she tries to enjoy it as much as she can now. It means it's a lot easier to chat with Edgeworth and help out rhe members of the village.]
Hey! Mister Edgeworth.
[She can't help but grin at the sight of him despite what an awful mood he must be in.]
It's gonna take some getting used to seeing you here, [she tells him, pushing her too-fluffy hair out of her face to see him better.]
[The dark circles under his eyes are always there, but they're a little darker than usual.]
I slept...adequately. [So...about four hours.] And it's going to take some getting used to being here. [Killing people, he doesn't say. Becoming a monster.]
[As promised, the morning after this conversation occurred on the network, Edgeworth will find a package addressed to him at Nai'a Nights. It is wrapped in plain brown paper and tied in twine. A plain white envelope is attached to it with a note inside, written in sharp, precise quill-script.]
M. 'Signal-Red,'
Enclosed you will find the tracts of local Bavanite law. These guidelines are how humans ought to order themselves. I have found them quite enlightening throughout my time in Ryslig. None of it pertains to explicitly to monsters, though you will find there are some that are perfectly adaptable for our kind.
[Miles reads the note twice, then takes the business card he was given back on Brasa out of his pocket.
Ah. Why am I not surprised.
The same person who confronted him in the destroyed gift shop, the prison administrator; it would only make sense. He folds the note back up and puts it in the envelope before tucking the package under his arm. He has a lot of reading to do.]
Probably something not murder related. No giving him ideas. Maybe a few actually decent books on psychology that lean towards self-help?
He def seems to think he's "not worthy" of affection or some bullshit. I want to shake him for that. I may be pissed at all the dumb choices he has made, but I don't think he's past helping.
Coloring books would be hysterical if I wanted to troll him and you're a perfect person for suggesting that. <3
Unrelated: I only want a police uniform because my horrible ex got put through the lens of Ryslig in that horrible AU. I almost married that monster. He was going to the police academy.
Interest? No. But I have service to complete, and services I will do.
And I possess a decent library courtesy of Madame Fog on the laws, customs, history, and mythologies of Ryslig, as well as a rough catalogue of monsters and our ilk throughout the years. If it is relevant to your course. I mean to speak on the purposes of La Forteresse, and make it clear what it is erected to do.
[The way things have gone with Makoto, Maya's fairly sure that waiting to tell her closest friends that she's joining the fog isn't a good idea. So even though she's dreading these conversations, she tells herself she has to. Tells herself that Miles will understand; after all, he usually does. Never considering his apprehension of the supernatural— after all, they're monsters.
[Edgeworth has to stare at this message for a long, long time, trying to figure out what to say. Eventually, all he's got is this:]
I have not.
[But...]
I am familiar with that "anxiety spiral", however. Especially when it comes to what happened last month, and the possibility of losing people. I think that it's reasonable to want to keep someone close, and I understand that it would still feel like a big step to stay with that person, especially if you're...involved.
[Nghooh. Keep it together, Miles, do NOT dump your weird problems onto her. Telling Maya had been hard enough, and he's still been too chicken to tell Wright. (Again.) Bawk, bawk.]
Maybe less than a whole month? Which in retrospect sounds bad but we hadalso been in the "It's complicated" stage since February.
It didn't help things that most of that involved us being both way too stubborn. I guess once he realized I wasn't just living alone but off in the woods near Lake Dala that he considered this.
[ She knows that they've shifted towards serious but Annie still has doubts. No way is Miles going to hear all about how she still isn't sure about this.
[At around midnight, a human woman on her way to her shift at a burlesque house slips a wax-sealed letter into Edgeworth's post-box. It is addressed to MILES EDGEWORTH, ESQ. The letter smells of sweet smoke and blood, and the seal is stamped to resemble the likeness of the Fog's flowing silhouette.
Inside, the letter, written in the sharp quill-script of a very severe vampire, reads:]
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June 11
Mr. Edgeworth!
If you're feeling any better today, I can answer more questions about Ryslig (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑
If you need me I'll be right outside near the lake.
-Maya
[And as promised, whether he chooses to respond to her message or not, the still-wolfed-out attorney's assistant can be found by the lake staring puzzledly at plantlife or talking to the other villagers, occasionally raising a curious head to see if Edgeworth appears.
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He stares at the emoticon Maya has sent, not comprehending it for a moment, before sending a perfunctory reply and getting dressed to go outside. It's not bad here. If not for the fact that Maya's a dog-person and her boyfriend (which is still kind of weird) is a big dolphin right now, it could even, theoretically, be a decent vacation.
If only.
When he finds her, it's by the lake.] Maya. Good morning.
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Hey! Mister Edgeworth.
[She can't help but grin at the sight of him despite what an awful mood he must be in.]
It's gonna take some getting used to seeing you here, [she tells him, pushing her too-fluffy hair out of her face to see him better.]
Did you sleep okay?
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I slept...adequately. [So...about four hours.] And it's going to take some getting used to being here. [Killing people, he doesn't say. Becoming a monster.]
How are you?
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M. 'Signal-Red,'
Enclosed you will find the tracts of local Bavanite law. These guidelines are how humans ought to order themselves. I have found them quite enlightening throughout my time in Ryslig. None of it pertains to explicitly to monsters, though you will find there are some that are perfectly adaptable for our kind.
Study them well.
-Javert
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Ah. Why am I not surprised.
The same person who confronted him in the destroyed gift shop, the prison administrator; it would only make sense. He folds the note back up and puts it in the envelope before tucking the package under his arm. He has a lot of reading to do.]
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pardon the line dropped out of the blue
but got a couple questions for you if you've got the time
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What sort of questions?
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that true or were you blowing smoke up the asses in question?
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I have an early Christmas gift for you. Please tell me you like Christmas sweaters.
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I think I should send him books. The kind of books that would actually help him maybe not go crazy?
Good idea or bad?
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He def seems to think he's "not worthy" of affection or some bullshit. I want to shake him for that. I may be pissed at all the dumb choices he has made, but I don't think he's past helping.
Coloring books would be hysterical if I wanted to troll him and you're a perfect person for suggesting that. <3
Unrelated: I only want a police uniform because my horrible ex got put through the lens of Ryslig in that horrible AU. I almost married that monster. He was going to the police academy.
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Doctor Pierce sent me to you.
For sharing in your teaching duties.
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<PasUnPolicier> Wow this got lost in my inbox
And I possess a decent library courtesy of Madame Fog on the laws, customs, history, and mythologies of Ryslig, as well as a rough catalogue of monsters and our ilk throughout the years. If it is relevant to your course. I mean to speak on the purposes of La Forteresse, and make it clear what it is erected to do.
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Aug 14, before the event
So when she can catch him, she does.]
Hey, Miles?
Do you have a second?
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[No, he's still not addressing it. Replace his eagle wings with chicken wings. Bawk, bawk.]
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How's that going, by the way?
[Maya asks, eager to delay the matter at hand by any means, as usual.]
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He asked me to move in because he got worried about me being by myself. Separate bedrooms because I need that. It still feels like a lot.
I'm trying not to, like, give myself an anxiety spiral. You're at least 12 years older than me. Have you ever had to navigate something like this?
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I have not.
[But...]
I am familiar with that "anxiety spiral", however. Especially when it comes to what happened last month, and the possibility of losing people. I think that it's reasonable to want to keep someone close, and I understand that it would still feel like a big step to stay with that person, especially if you're...involved.
[Nghooh. Keep it together, Miles, do NOT dump your weird problems onto her. Telling Maya had been hard enough, and he's still been too chicken to tell Wright. (Again.) Bawk, bawk.]
How long have you been "serious"?
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It didn't help things that most of that involved us being both way too stubborn. I guess once he realized I wasn't just living alone but off in the woods near Lake Dala that he considered this.
[ She knows that they've shifted towards serious but Annie still has doubts. No way is Miles going to hear all about how she still isn't sure about this.
It's just aniexty. ]
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Inside, the letter, written in the sharp quill-script of a very severe vampire, reads:]
𝑴. 𝑬𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉,
𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕, 𝑰 𝒖𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒚, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏.
𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅, 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒕, 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔 “𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒓,” 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑵𝒂𝒈𝒂-𝒄𝒖𝒎-𝑵𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒂, 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔 “𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓.” 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒈-𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑯𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒂𝒍, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰, 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒈.
𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒚 𝑭𝒐𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒔.
𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓.
𝑰 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑨𝒏𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆.
𝑹𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔,
𝑱𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒕
𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒂 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆