While he hated to admit to liking anything about the Institute, Miles had always appreciated time spent alone with a good book. He would have appreciated a cup of tea to go along with the copy of The Complete Works of William Shakespeare, but at this point, he would take what he could get.
He settled in a chair towards the back of the library, and started reading, but found that he couldn't concentrate. Edgeworth closed the book and took his journal and a pen from his pocket, flipping it open to a blank page. He tapped the pen against his lower lip for a moment, before starting to write out a to-do list.
"That's...fine." The slight irritation showed in Edgeworth's tone of voice, though he shrugged it off for the most part - he'd had far worse annoyances while working. There had been that incident with the Skye girl spraying luminol all over his office after the investigation had ended, with a "Oh, come on, Mr. Edgeworth! You said yourself that I would be a good investigator, and there were these spots of blood the last time I looked!" He'd had to break the girl's heart by explaining they had been the result of an accident in which he'd broken a teacup, and not the result of a crime
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Edgeworth shrugged and took the notebook back, flipping it back to the page he'd been writing on, and watched as L marked up the book. Noticing that he was at an angle at which the staff couldn't see what he was doing, the prosecutor asked, "May I ask why it is you're writing in that?"
It was too deliberate to be a bookmark, even if he could read that fast, and it wasn't a message to anyone, unless the message was in code. That was entirely possible. There was also the possibility of it being some other kin d of marker.
"Testing? Oh, I see. Checking to see if it's there tonight or tomorrow?" That piqued his curiosity, and he gave his companion a bit of a smile as he took the pen back. "That's a clever idea."
He scribbled one last thing down on his list - a reminder to himself to see whether the pen mark was back the next day - then closed the notebook and put it away. "I don't suppose you'd like a second piece of material to test on, Mr..." He trailed off, waiting for a name to place with the face.
Rukia managed to get her nurse to leave her alone long enough that she could wheel herself to the bulletin board and post a note for L. She waited in the sun room for a while, gazing up at the windows above, before checking the board again. Apparently the person she was to meet had replied to her while she'd been daydreaming.
Pleased that he was so prompt, Rukia headed back to the library to look for the individual fitting the description given. She found him talking to a young man with dark hair. Stopping her wheelchair a few feet away, she waited for a break in their conversation before speaking. "Excuse me, I'm Rukia..."
"A pleasure to meet you, Hideki. I'm Miles Edgeworth." Edgeworth extended a hand to the younger man. "I suspect that the writing will probably disappear tomorrow morning, as much as I hate to say it. It would be far too easy for a patient to leave messages for others that way, and the staff probably wants to keep such communications as restricted as possible."
The prosecutor was just about to test that theory by underlining a passage from Hamlet when the younger lady pulled up to the table. He stood up and moved his chair out of the way so that she would be able to move closer. "Hello."
Rukia only caught the tail end of the conversation, but from from what she heard, it seemed rather one-sided. The dark-haired young man was going on about books, and the nurses accusing people of something, but Rukia couldn't really make sense of what little she heard
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"You're welcome," Edgeworth said, returning the smile as he settled back into his chair. He flipped through a few pages of the book, finally settling on Hamlet's speech to his players. "And while you do make several good points, Hideki, I still wouldn't be surprised if this wasn't there tomorrow," he added, before underlining the passage and closing the book. "You might be right, though - especially considering that the passage I marked is a rather well-known one
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Rukia knew about shaking hands, and had done it enough to respond appropriately. She did, however, still bow slightly from her seated position; she couldn't really help such an ingrained gesture. "It is nice to meet you as well, Mr. Edgeworth. Or Miles, whichever you prefer
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"I'll watch for it, and do let me know if I can be of assistance," Edgeworth replied, "though I expect what you're probably looking for are maps of the lower levels. While I've not been there myself, I have an acquaintance who may have done so, and I'll ask next time I see him."
He turned to Hideki and asked, "If you'd rather, I can move to one of the other tables and let you two continue the discussion, though given the testing you were doing a few moments ago, I must admit I'm rather curious. I won't intrude, though." He felt as if he should add something about attorney-client privilege, but chose not to, not being sure how familiar either of his companions were with such things. It wouldn't do to presume.
While he hated to admit to liking anything about the Institute, Miles had always appreciated time spent alone with a good book. He would have appreciated a cup of tea to go along with the copy of The Complete Works of William Shakespeare, but at this point, he would take what he could get.
He settled in a chair towards the back of the library, and started reading, but found that he couldn't concentrate. Edgeworth closed the book and took his journal and a pen from his pocket, flipping it open to a blank page. He tapped the pen against his lower lip for a moment, before starting to write out a to-do list.
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Edgeworth shrugged and took the notebook back, flipping it back to the page he'd been writing on, and watched as L marked up the book. Noticing that he was at an angle at which the staff couldn't see what he was doing, the prosecutor asked, "May I ask why it is you're writing in that?"
It was too deliberate to be a bookmark, even if he could read that fast, and it wasn't a message to anyone, unless the message was in code. That was entirely possible. There was also the possibility of it being some other kin d of marker.
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He scribbled one last thing down on his list - a reminder to himself to see whether the pen mark was back the next day - then closed the notebook and put it away. "I don't suppose you'd like a second piece of material to test on, Mr..." He trailed off, waiting for a name to place with the face.
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Rukia managed to get her nurse to leave her alone long enough that she could wheel herself to the bulletin board and post a note for L. She waited in the sun room for a while, gazing up at the windows above, before checking the board again. Apparently the person she was to meet had replied to her while she'd been daydreaming.
Pleased that he was so prompt, Rukia headed back to the library to look for the individual fitting the description given. She found him talking to a young man with dark hair. Stopping her wheelchair a few feet away, she waited for a break in their conversation before speaking. "Excuse me, I'm Rukia..."
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The prosecutor was just about to test that theory by underlining a passage from Hamlet when the younger lady pulled up to the table. He stood up and moved his chair out of the way so that she would be able to move closer. "Hello."
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He turned to Hideki and asked, "If you'd rather, I can move to one of the other tables and let you two continue the discussion, though given the testing you were doing a few moments ago, I must admit I'm rather curious. I won't intrude, though." He felt as if he should add something about attorney-client privilege, but chose not to, not being sure how familiar either of his companions were with such things. It wouldn't do to presume.
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