Always at the top! If you have anything to say about how I'm playing Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth, please let me know! Constructive criticism is most welcome. Anonymous comments are allowed, or you can comment with your journal. Please let me know how I'm doing. I plan to take every suggestion into consideration, and the ones that I believe will improve my RPing I'll do my best to implement.

Contact Information

	Office: 323-989-6452      └Capabilities || Voicemail      └Information available to || The general public Message || You've reached the desk of Miles Edgeworth, prosecutor for the city of Los Angeles. Currently, I’m unavailable. If you're in need of immediate assistance, I may be reached on my cell at 323-777-3816. Otherwise, please leave a short message and a number and time where you can be reached, and I'll contact you at the earliest possible convenience.
	Home (Unlisted): 323-383-4817      └ Capabilities || Voicemail      └ Information available to || Co-workers; Hired service people; Close acquaintances who request the information (The request itself can be assumed. If in doubt as to whether your character falls under this category, feel free to ask.) Message || As it should already be clear, I’m unavailable to take your call. If you’ve been given my cell number, you may reach me there. Otherwise, leave a message with a number where you can be contacted and state your reason for calling. If necessary, I’ll return your call once I’m available.
	Cell: 323-777-3816      └Phone || The year 2019 version of the Nokia E Series, design based on the current Nokia E71.      └Capabilities || Voicemail, e-mail, text, picture, camera/video, document scanning, document reading      └Information available to || Co-workers; Close acquaintances who request the information (The request itself can be assumed. If in doubt as to whether your character falls under this category, feel free to ask.); Anyone with access to cell phone listings for Los Angeles in the year 2019 8D Message || You’ve reached the cell phone of Miles Edgeworth. I’m currently unavailable. At the tone, please leave a brief message detailing the reason for your call and, if you require a call back, your contact information. I’ll get back to you at the earliest possible convenience.

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AIM: ProsMEdgeworth (Actual Screenname) E-mail:      └Work || MEdgeworth @ lacity.org      └Personal || samuraiprosecutor @ gmail.com

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Emergency Contacts

Physician: Dr. Frank Forrester
     └Phone || 323-814-3692
     └Information available to || Chief Prosecutor and the Human Resources Dept. of the Los Angeles Prosecutor’s Office, those capable of hacking his phone or computer contacts lists

Therapist: Dr. James Ellison
     └Phone || 323-555-9276
     └Information available to || Chief Prosecutor and the Human Resources Dept. of the Los Angeles Prosecutor’s Office, those capable of hacking his phone or computer contacts lists. Therapist’s name was also mentioned on Edgeworth’s journal during the Freud Virus.

Dog Trainer and Handler: Milan Falcon, of Falcon Trainers
     └Cell || 323-665-1154
     └E-mail || mfalcon @ falcontrainers.com
     └Information available to || Phoenix Wright, Detective Gumshoe (n/a), Mikaela Banes, Ten, Jordan Wilde (n/a), those capable of hacking his phone or computer contacts lists

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((OOC: If you’d like to leave Edgeworth a message, please note where the message is being left and include the date and/or time, if relevant.

Aside from his AIM SN, all contact information is fake. It should go without saying, but I’ll say it anyway. Please don’t call any of these numbers or e-mail any of these addresses. XD;;))

YOU SAW NOTHING.

From: Miles Edgeworth [mailto: MEdgeworth@lacity.org]
Sent: Monday, November 16, 2020 9:02 AM
To: Phoenix Wright [mailto: pwright@wrightnco.org]
Subject: Consultation

Wright, is your work schedule currently open? An associate of mine has a relative in need of defense, and she was rather...insistent that I should point her in the direction of someone competent. As you know, I don’t make a habit of associating with other defense attorneys, so by process of elimination you’re the obvious choice.

Fall—or what passes for it here—has come to Los Angeles. The incessant false starts seem to have finally ended, the sweltering heat broken, replaced by fog-shrouded mornings and wet days. Even if there were any trees here that weren’t evergreens, it still isn’t yet cold enough for the leaves to change, but within a week we can expect a brief blaze of autumn colors scattered throughout the parks. The unending flood of tourists may flag for several weeks, until the rain peters out. The trend in crime has shifted, with the overwhelming majority of our cases now centering on larceny, burglary, and fraud.

Violent crimes will increase again later this month, of course. Tensions rise with financial stresses and forced socialization between incompatible people who’ve managed to avoid each other the rest of the year. We can expect a rise in suicide rates which will last into the new year. This annual shift is only ever a temporary reprieve.

Halloween isn’t two weeks past yet, but the shops have been filled with Christmas displays for over a month. Garish lights and cheap, tasteless decor tout slogans designed to disguise their blatant consumerism in altruistic sentiments that most people give little more than lip service to.

I’m sure this won’t be the only time I say it this season, but I really do hate this time of year.

So, it's Idgie's and my two year DDD-versary! For the occasion, we thought we'd share an ooooold RP log. Before we joined DDD, we hadn't RPed in about a year, and most of our recent experiences at that point had been in small, single fandom games. I was very nervous about being able to handle a large, multi-fandom and really doubtful as to whether I could play Edgeworth in particular, so we tried the boys out in this private log. This is unbeta-ed and two years old, but despite Idgie's loathing of the results she's given me permission to post the whole thing in case anyone's interested. 83 It's set immediately following the events of PW:AA case 4 and spoilers abound. I have absolutely no idea how many comments it will take to post the whole thing either, considering it's 24 pages. >_> And it never really...ended. We kind of stopped threading on it when we joined DDD, so there's no real conclusion. Anyway, in spite of its numerous flaws, I hope you'll get some enjoyment out of it! 8D

( Whatever happened to Christmas )

It seems the question of whether someone, somewhere is taking some perverse pleasure in this foolishness has been well and truly put to bed.

Character Relationships Meme

♦ Family – A painfully short list, which consists of people…er, beings who obtained the title officially. Currently only two of the four are alive, and one of those is a dog. :|
♦ In love with – What the title says. Edgeworth is in deep, soul searing, romantic love with this person, the only kind of romantic love he’s capable of.
♦ Friend – Also a short list, though it’s grown in his time on the community to encompass people both on and offline. These are the people he cares about, people who have earned enough of his trust for him to allow himself to care.
♦ Colleague – Speaks to fairly frequently, enough to be well acquainted with them. Enjoys their company, but doesn’t trust them on the level of a friend. May also denote co-workers he works with closely.
♦ Associate - People he knows of, maybe speaks to occasionally, but isn’t close to. Generally he hasn’t interacted with them enough to form any really strong opinions on them either way.
♦ In lust with/Finds attractive – Self-explanatory. These are people Edgeworth finds attractive in some way, either because of their physical attributes or bearing. Doesn’t necessarily indicate real attraction to all of them, just that they have some qualities he might find appealing under some circumstances. This list is short, as most of the people on the community don’t fit his type: intelligent men, his age or older, well-built but not excessively muscular, with distinguished features and a gentlemanly or aristocratic manner.
♦ Dislikes/Is mistrustful of – The people Edgeworth avoids, whether because they’re annoying, extremely poor company, or downright untrustworthy. Some may be people he suspects of crimes but has no proof against, or people he knows are criminals but who haven’t affected him in a personal enough way to earn his actual hatred.
♦ Hates – People who he feels have personally offended him or threatened or abused him or those he considers friends. Surprisingly, it’s not a very long list. Despite his occasions of raeg and his temper, he’s not a violent man and this extends to his relationships with people. He may fear people, he may distrust them, he may even despise them, but few have actually earned his true hatred. If you’re on this list, there’s a good chance you’re an unrepentant murderer and he knows it.
♦ Ties have been cut – People he’s cut ties with, whether because of their actions towards him or their actions towards others. Most of the people he knows are killers are on this list.

( If you’ve talked to Edgeworth more than once, you might be on this list. )

Updated: 9-29-09

Most of these were written from memory. Considering how long Edgeworth’s known some of these characters and how horrible my memory is, they might not be entirely accurate. XD;; If anything on here sounds off or if Edgeworth seems to know something that was never explicitly told to him or even implied, please let me know so I can research their conversations and refresh my memory. This post is also going to serve as my own ongoing reference for his relationships, so I want it to be as accurate as possible!

((OOC: Backdated to Friday evening, 8-28-09 comm time.))



By the time Edgeworth turned up at the apartment, the sun was close to setting. He stood before the door for several moments, facing away, and watched as shadows crept slowly along the courtyard, snuffing out the glittering of sunlight on the water of the fountain. In spite of the oncoming darkness, the complex was still alive with sound. Canned laughter and the obnoxious hawking voices endemic to infomercials were audible through most of the open windows that lined the second floor, but when he turned back around, the door before him was strangely silent, and the thin windows that framed it were strangely dark.

Edgeworth frowned at them a moment longer, before hesitantly reaching up and rapping his knuckles on the door, just below the brass ‘2B.’

...Thank you.



((OOC: Backdated to Friday evening, 8-28-09 comm time.))

Altruism is not your chief motivation. With every one of these debacles that’s made abundantly clear. Still...certain events, while painfully rare, do seem to indicate that the…concept of mercy isn’t entirely foreign to you. Occasionally, there have been lessons buried in the many torments you’ve inflicted on us. It’s the height of egotism for you to assume it’s your place to teach them, if that is your assumption, but the motives behind it...

Whatever lessons are intended here, many of the ones this is affecting don’t need to learn them. They’ve done nothing to earn this punishment. He has done nothing to earn this punishment.

And the one who has... I’ve learned my lessons well. This collateral damage is no longer necessary. This serves no other purpose, beyond pure and simple sadism.

...I’ve often wondered if yours has any limits. I fear you’ve already shown us the answer, many times over. That you care for nothing, save whatever childish, petty delight this brings you. Every instance that causes me to question this assumption is followed by another that cements it. If your purpose is to confuse us, to keep us guessing, you’ve done a superb job thus far. If your purpose is to play with us, to offer solace only so that it may sharpen the next torturous incident...

...Return him. Please.

Instead of the ding of the elevator, Edgeworth’s arrival at the third floor was heralded by the swish and click of the stairwell door opening and closing. The sound was followed by the soft, deliberate tread of his leather loafers on the thick carpeting as he swept down the hallway, his metal briefcase brushing against his pants as he walked and his suit jacket slung over his arm. His eyes were downcast, his expression thoughtful…until he came near enough to his apartment for the people waiting outside of it to enter his peripheral vision.

Edgeworth’s gaze shot up, and he froze in the middle of the hall, processing the presence of the three familiar figures and the reason for it. Thoughts of the quiet evening ahead—a birthday celebration that was supposed to have consisted of the two gifts he’d purchased for himself the day before, a bottle of a 100 point cabernet and a new mystery novel—fled from his mind. Only a single possibility was left; before considering the likelihood of said possibility, he found himself meeting Mikaela’s gaze and asking sharply, “Has something happened?”

((OOC: Taking place late this afternoon, after Edgeworth left work. All the details of Phoenix's apartment are Idgie's. Sorry if I got anything wrong, Babeh. ^_^;;))



By the fifth visit, the manager almost seemed to be expecting him. She gave a little wave as he stood in the door, beckoning him over, her other hand outstretched. The look she threw at him as he lifted the key from her hand was sympathetic, pitying, but she quickly returned her attention to the overblown acting splashed across the screen in front of her, sparing him from both the look and the rambling commentary that might otherwise have followed. He left the office hurriedly, taking the stairs outside two at a time, and didn’t slow his pace until he was standing in the entryway of the darkened apartment, the door closed behind him.

Somehow the emptiness he’d noted on the first visit, when the apartment had likely been unoccupied for weeks, had only deepened with the arrival and departure of a handful of police officers. The small rooms felt profoundly hollow, almost cavernous in spite of their size. For several moments he stared into the living room, assessing, planning.

( Over a minute later, when he was suddenly struck with the realization that he’d looked the entire apartment over dozens of times, that there was nowhere left to look... )

Wright, a word.



((OOC: Posted immediately on his return home from Pearl's birthday party.))

Gentlemen, I have an invitation to extend, and I assure you my ulterior motive behind doing so is a very reasonable one.

Would either of you be available this Saturday?



((OOC: Backdated to uh...Thursday, to pick a date arbitrarily. Referencing this post.))

((OOC: Backdated to last night, 6-29-09 comm time, around 9pm on the last day of the Dream Virus. References this community post. Edgeworth discovers why you shouldn’t try to outsmart the community by staying awake for four days straight.))



‘It couldn’t have been more than a few moments,’ he thinks, as he sweeps his bleary gaze around the living room. His eyes come to rest on the television screen; it’s empty and black, and it’s emitting the faintest electronic hum. ‘A few moments, hardly long enough for REM sleep, not enough for anything significant...’

...But the credits have obviously rolled, and must have ended an indeterminable time past. While he doesn’t remember falling asleep, he knows the movie itself, and not the credits, was the last thing on his mind when he did.

With a tightness growing in his chest, Edgeworth shoves his toes gently but firmly at the warm, soft weight covering his feet. Sigi’s ears twitch, and as he wakes he looks up at his master, cocking his head curiously. A snappish word is all it takes to send him shooting gracefully to his feet, and the dog stands aside to clear Edgeworth’s path then follows quickly in his wake as Edgeworth all but runs down the hall.

The office is dark, the computer screen dead. Edgeworth doesn’t bother to flick the light switch, simply crosses the room and drops into the Chesterfield so hurriedly that the chair rolls, almost overshooting the desk. His knee cracks against the wood, jarring the mouse and bringing the monitor to life. Edgeworth curses under his breath as he rights his chair and pulls out the keyboard tray.

The community is already open. A click of the mouse refreshes it, revealing his own username near the top of the page. The video box is black, giving no hint to what indignity it may contain. Something embarrassing, without question...but the dread slowly pooling in the pit of his stomach casts a frightening hint of foreshadowing over it, and he hesitates a long while before clicking the arrow on the screen.

Edgeworth watches it in darkness, the light of the monitor making his lips a tight, white line across his pale face. The dream unfurls with a horrible familiarity, each moment filling in the memory that had been nagging at the back of his mind and increasing his dread. The longer it plays the more his heart sinks, fear and dejection weighing it down.

When the video ends, Edgeworth stays exquisitely still, staring blankly at the screen with glazed eyes. Eventually he drops his head into his hands, struggling with his uneven breathing as he rubs roughly at the bridge of his nose, his temples. As he does so, Sigi pads softly across the carpet. The dog slowly lays his long head across Edgeworth’s knee, and Edgeworth finally lifts his head, runs both hands through his hair, leaving it in disarray, and, with a heavy sigh, reaches for the mouse.

Obviously deleting won’t be an option. The most he can hope for now is...damage control.

Foreshadowing? What foreshadowing?

( Cut for length, wangst, and daddy issues. )