The Sink Hole

[noctaere]

At dusk, a trembling rumbled through the land

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[VOICE: Police Filter]

[chose_death]

Check in with me now. [The customarily calm and collected Inspector has rarely sounded so urgent, even when this exhausted.] Those who were stationed at the desert and lake! How many are accounted for? Speak!

[Voice; Locked]

[chose_death]

[Javert should not have been surprised so easily by this message from his superior. But considering the severity of the situation, the number of lives that might have been lost in little more than a few seconds, and his lack of solid sleep, Edgeworth receives a startled, dumb silence for a good several seconds.]

--Occasionally. Yes. An hour or two, [Javert admits eventually... and very honestly. It's as if he's struggling to remember when he last gave himself some time.] Here and there, Monsieur. When I am not so necessary.

[Voice; Locked]

[chose_death]

[Javert gives an ironic little snort. Edgeworth can say that again. The Inspector has been stretched in so many directions in the past week, it was beginning to become difficult to tell right from left these days. In a straight tone,]

Then I will rest happily when the catastrophes quit their terrible sense of timing.

[Voice; Locked]

[chose_death]

[Javert blinks at that response. He actually hadn't quite meant to sound so ironic; chalk it up to his lack of sleep talking. And so, for a rare moment in Javert's life, he backpedals slightly.]

Monsieur, forgive me; I had meant no offense by what I said. It has been some time since I've rested myself. You are right.

I will do what I can.

[phantomfenton]

I'm okay--I was in the Fourth District.

Is anyone hurt?

[chose_death]

[Javert won't answer your question directly yet, Danny.]

Who is with you?

[phantomfenton]

No one, I was on my own.