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...This is a general post for Paradisa residents, should anyone wish to harass visit or contact Edgeworth ICly. If you are not from Paradisa (I.E., from another game/dressing room, etc), you are welcome to interact with Edgeworth via ~~his Hotel Room~~.

LOLNOPE. Edgey has a new inbox now. Go there.

Room at various angles.

...Because Edgeworth is very well-off, there will be no question that he will request as much from the castle as he can to feel 'at home.' Therefore, his room will be inspired by a room of one of his favourite hotel suites - the Hazlitts in Soho, London. The hotel room is a bit smaller than it appears in the picture, but is extremely richly furnished and decorated. However, with opulence comes a price, as usual, and because of Edgeworth's fastidious tastes, the castle will inflict upon him at least one temporary loss per month. Unbeknownst to Edgeworth, of course.

At any given time, there will be a book or two on the bed, and others placed sporadically at various crevasses within the room. There is another, smaller partition of the room containing a couch, small table, and chair. There are a pair of small speakers, a heated blanket, a small fridge with at least two wine bottles, and a heating apparatus that doesn't emit microwaves. There's also a burgundy/blue chess set. There's no television, no futon, and of course, no Oldbag . There is a black box on the desk that requires not only a key to be opened, but a sliding puzzle to be solved. There's also a medium-sized kitchen. The bathroom is nothing particularly fascinating, as he doesn't spend enough time in there to feel the need to expend too much effort in decorating it, and it is much smaller than one may expect after seeing the room. There is, however, a clean bathtub lined with a few red/gold, unused candles.

See the chess piece? Definitely Edgeworth's room.

The kitchen is similar to this, but quite smaller:

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Current Location: Hotel Room

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Very well, then. What if...

...Hm... [pauses to think on it for a second]

...What if I were to - [he snorts] - What if I were to - [he snorts again, because this is possibly the most ridiculous thing he could ever think up] - What if, perhaps in the most apocalyptic event, I were to fall in love with you...? [Snerks majorly] ...I mean, become completely smitten? Would that frighten you off, then?

[He laughs because this is totally laughable, right? Right??]

Nah... I mean, if you suddenly turned into this oozing mass of romance and gushing, I'd probably be scared, but not scared away, no.

[~~Leave the gushing to Phoenix ;D~~]

Even I were the type to fall in love, I do not think in would include 'gushing,' and...etcetera. In any case, I don't believe you for one moment that you wouldn't be frightened off.

Why do you have such a hard time believing that I'm stubborn? I'm too stubborn to be scared off. Plain and simple.

It is indeed because I believe you to be too stubborn. You speak so confidently about experiences you've yet to face. If such things were to actually happen, your attitude may very well change.

What I have a hard time understanding is why. Why are you so stubborn? Could you not live to do away with me and find new friends? Why did you expend so much effort in trying to locate and help me, even I did not care for it?

[This is really not something Phoenix has ever bothered to think about before. Sure, he's been asked--by Maya, at least ~~and that bro he can't remember~~--but he's always shrugged it off with a laugh and a "that's just how I am" or "I just went with my gut instinct." But that's never really been the full extent of the answer, and it's only just now dawning on him that there's more to it than the surface level would lead him to believe.

What it all boils down to, he supposes, is impressions. Edgeworth had made such a lasting impression in Phoenix's mind, way back when they were in grade school together, that he'd never been able to let go of the mental image of that fiery spirit who stood up for him when the rest of his nine-year-old world was against him. He'd wanted so badly to have the chance to befriend that version of Miles Edgeworth, that when he found him again years later--all grown up and hiding sorrow behind a mask of emotionlessness--he knew he had his work cut out for him to uncover that little boy he knew was still in there, somewhere.

Of course, he's not going to say all that to Edgeworth and risk his innermost thoughts and feelings being snorted at and mocked. He sighs and adjusts his head a little, still unmoving from the shoulder he's claimed for the time being, and forces himself to answer as best as he can manage.]

You were kind to me, a long time ago. You showed me that I wasn't alone no matter how miserable I felt, and you showed me that you cared. I've just always wanted the opportunity to repay that... to do the same for you.

[At this time, if he had not lost memories of his father, he would have said that such an action was inspired almost wholly by his father's influence and his desire to become a defense attorney. Therefore, at that time, he drew a silent blank - he recalled doing it as a sort of 'practice,' feeling as though he would be obliged to do so should he deem himself worthy of following in - wait, whose? - footsteps...? Was it Manfred's? Certainly not, he had a disdain for defense attorneys. Was it some television hero that he had idolized as a child? Perhaps a hero from one of his favourite books - Atticus Finch, perhaps? In any case, he knew that someone had inspired him, but ...who?]

...That made such an impact on you?

...I would have been most happy if you had told me that back then.

To be fair, back then, I didn't really have the words to tell you how much what you did meant to me. I thought thanking you and then proceeding to hang out with you forever would be enough to show it, instead.

[It's a distant smile he wears now, staring at the bowl of fruit on the table but seeing in his mind scenes much older than any he might be witnessing today.]

I've never been as talented with words as you are, anyhow. Showing you what I'm feeling and thinking is probably still the better option even now.

I had no idea.

[He pauses and exhales.]

You know, it was such a long time ago...I suppose I should have you know that when we were children, I---...

...

...Hmph....

-- actually, never mind that.

What? No, come on, you started. Finish what you start.

[Snerk. And have a little jab in the ribs too.]

[On second thought, perhaps this is indeed something that he should keep to himself.. So, instead, he attempts to steer into a slightly different, albeit true, direction.]

...At the time, I had already known who stole the money. Actually, I did not know, as I did not have sufficient proof, but I had my strong suspicions which turned out to be true, as we found out later. In any case, I defended you that day already knowing that it was not you.

[Nice save--Phoenix doesn't catch it.]

Then you were the only person who had the sense to pay attention to the facts. So, again, I owe you, and thank you, and it doesn't change how much that meant to me.