[The prosecutor's face appears, blinking irritably down at the tiny screen. He seems ruffled, with his hair messy and his cravat wrinkled, and slightly out of sorts.]
This is Miles Edgeworth, prosecuting attorney for the Los Angeles County Court System. The time is--
[He scowls, squinting at the screen and turning the device over in his hands
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[ Red eyes are looking out into your screen, Edgey. If you follow the image up, you'll see a pair of glasses, white hair, and... long, white ears.
Yes, rabbit ears. They're even flattened against his head because he's not very pleased at the moment, but when he realizes what Edgeworth says, he stops, and smiles. ]
Oh, why don't you just kill them? Has anyone tried that? It's not as though it's a problem, after all.
[ This is said with a tone of complete nonchalance and as though it's... normal, for him. Which it is. ]
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Violence is entirely unnecessary. [Oh, so he's responded via video so he can glare at you better; of course.] We were brought here relatively unharmed, and I for one fully plan on trying to solve this like the a civilized person.
[His eyes narrow suspiciously.] What do you mean by, "it's not a problem," anyway?
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Why, you don't have a gun? Inconvenience is the only reason not to be violent, or unless Alice asks you not to be, of course.
[ ... djkfhjg Did that watch just turn into a pistol? Peter tilts his head a bit once more; it's clear he doesn't understand. ] It's not hard. Besides, everything can be replaced, after all, can it not?
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I'm sorry, what did you say your name was?
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... Peter White, Prime Minister at the Castle of Hearts. You deal with law, you said...? The Queen's law is absolute, you know, there's really no point holding trials.
[ Pause. Something occurs to him... ] You even have a face. Are you a replacement, perhaps? For whom?
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I'm...certain that I do have a face, yes. [Blink.] Ought I not to have one?
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Hm... no, you ought not. Only important people have faces in Wonderland, you see.
[ Blink, blink... wait. He hesitates, trying to think how to ask this. ] What sort of heart do you possess? As in, the thing in your chest, not in a metaphorical sense.
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"What kind of heart?" [He rubs his forehead, sighing. This line of questioning was going to get him nowhere, and yet he couldn't help but to respond to such an outlandish question.] Why, the beating kind, of course, made of flesh and blood, just like the rest of me.
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[ Just smiling~ An outsider, ooh. On the one hand, he's interested. On the other, he's not going to give you too much more information. ]
Come now, is there a NEED to be so sarcastic~? It's quite different where I'm from. "Tick, tock".
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Who's being sarcastic? You asked. [He doesn't mean to sound so short - not really, anyway - it's just...turning into a rather long day, and talking to this particular man is making his head ache even more than it already did.]
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My, you sound tired. If you really work with the law, you should know there isn't one here anyway.
[ Headtilt. This has been bothering him... ] ... And what is "Los Angeles"?
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