Voice Mail

[perfektioniert]

You have reached the voice mail of the genius prosecutor, Franziska von Karma. Leave a short message after the beep with your name if you wish to get my attention.

I will not tolerate any foolish wastes of time.

Comments

[chose_death]

[There's weariness, solemnity and hint of revulsion in his tone for needing to contact Franziska in such a manner. After this many months, could you blame him?]

Mlle. von Karma, there is an urgent matter we must discuss. You will send for Inspector Javert immediately.

[perfektioniert]

[She calls back quickly. There's no reason for her to waste more time than she already has on this man.]

What is it?

[chose_death]

There has been a certain... [he grimaces] change of circumstance.

[perfektioniert]

What of it?

[chose_death]

[Abruptly asks]

Did you check your registry list to-day?

[perfektioniert]

No, I haven't. Get to your point.

[chose_death]

[Mutters] As expected.

[The corner of his mouth twitches, his nose wrinkling.]

Monsieur Edgeworth has been removed.

[perfektioniert]

[Her expression darkens.]

What does that mean? Removed?

[chose_death]

From the city. And the village. And, I imagine, the desert beyond the city limits.

[He taps something metallic - a pen? - against the surface of his desk.]

You will not find a trace. Don't waste your time searching for him.

1/3

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What?! [Though it is what she suspected, hearing the man say the words aloud confirms her fear.]

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*CRACK!*

3/3

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Only a foolish-looking fool would be fooled by such a foolish imaginary illness!!

[chose_death]

[Javert retorts sharply,]

Yes, the timing is inconvenient, isn't it.

[perfektioniert]

Yes, it certainly is.

[And she quiets down for the moment, considering everything.]

If I had not seen the paperwork with my own two eyes, I would believe it all to be lies, but-...

Humph. What will you do with his office?

[chose_death]

[Javert had been expecting a much less rational response. After all, if he had been in her place, he might have exploded at her. Javert does have quite the temper when his patience runs low.

It takes him a moment to process her surprisingly calm question, his face slackening to a blank slate. He says offhandedly,]

I don't have the time to redecorate, if that is how you meant it.

[perfektioniert]

No, not that I would trust your taste anyway.

[There's another pause as she glances away from the screen.]

I'll do it.