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[knitbadsweaters]

Characters: Iris and YOU!
Location: Shibiusen City Park
Rating: G for the moment? Nothing too bad except a bit of angst
Time: 13th January, evening
Description: Iris muses over her situation in Death City.

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[sayatakagi]

Saya was talking a walk through the park. While she too had a lot on her mind, it wasn't the same kind of worries Iris had.

As she walked by, her eyes noticed the other, but she decided not to disturb her - Saya doesn't really know who is a citizen or a guest, after all - however, when the other woman spoke out loud, Saya's attention turned to her.

The pink haired girl wasn't the kind to console others, nor she was a social butterfly, but she understood Iris' situation. With a small smile, she approached her. "You only fight if you want to."

[knitbadsweaters]

"Huh?" Iris' eyes darted upwards to find the pink-haired girl looking at her. Knowing that the girl must have heard her, she lowered her eyes and rubbed her feet together in embarassment. She did not mean for a complete stranger to hear her problems.

[sayatakagi]

Saya shook her head slightly, though she didn't allow her smile to fade. "Things are pretty difficult to get used to, at first. But after a while... well, we adapt. It's the best we can do."

[knitbadsweaters]

"Oh....I guess you must have heard what I was saying," the older woman said quietly. "I really should have paid attention to my surroundings."

[timelessummoner]

Back from a mission, Raidou was taking a stroll outside to clear his head. The weather, as chilly as it was, wasn't as bad as the one in Finland. It was actually quite pleasant in comparison.

The young lady sitting on a bench caught his attention. She seemed rather pensive - was something the matter?

"Excuse me, miss? Is everything alright?"

[knitbadsweaters]

Raidou's voice made Iris nearly jump. She turned her head to see where the voice came from. When she saw that it was a man younger than her whom she had never met, she smiled awkwardly, realising that she probably looked rather miserable.

"Oh, um....I'm sorry, I didn't notice you there, just now."

[timelessummoner]

"Ah, my apologies. I did not mean to startle you."

Raidou didn't know whether she was a guest or a local, but either way... He couldn't just leave until he was certain she wasn't in need of assistance.

"Are you alright? You seemed troubled."

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[knitbadsweaters]

[OOC: LMAO Your glorious TL;DR is much better than the crap I have just written at 11.54 pm when I need sleep!]

As Iris began to feel the cold, she started to wonder if she should return to that flat that Shibusen had given her. She rubbed her hands together for warmth and glanced around to retrace her route back to her flat. At least she had that communicator if she went the wrong way.
Right, she came from that way. The path behind that man in the blue coat who looked strangely familiar...

Wait, he was definitely familiar! The grey hair, the huge cravat, he looked very much like....

Iris gave a loud gasp of shock and disbelief. She may have had to adjust to the fact that she somehow had been transported to another world, but that last thing she expected was to run into someone she knew!

DON'T SAY THAT

[knitbadsweaters]

Was it really him? Iris could not believe it. She had to accustom to a great many things in the past few days - not only to the fact that she was now in another world but also to meeting various individuals who were also from other worlds, including a man who knew a fire demon and, well...Mickey Mouse?!

Despite all this, however, that did not mean that she expected to find someone else from her world, let alone someone she knew!

"Mr-Mr...Edgeworth?! But how...?!"

[histrionicflair]

Having just moved in with Miles Edgeworth and his horrible taste in interior design, Franziska was coming home from doing some shopping for things that would make her bedroom more tolerable. That was when she saw her.

Franziska stopped and stared for a while. Was this Iris or was this Dahlia Hawthorne? Trying to tell which soul inhibited whose body was confusing enough when spirit mediums were involved, and this particular medium had a dead twin. But there was something about this woman's general demeanor that made Franziska inclined to think that this was the twin who wasn't a murderer.

Still somewhat on guard, Franziska approaches. "Iris?"