[But surprisingly, he doesn't try to pull himself away from the hug. Edgeworth just sighs as if resigned to his fate of being hugged, and gives Maya a couple of pats on the back.
Thank goodness she's okay. Even if she had to put him through the ringer of proving that he isn't a ghostie.]
[ Tieria frowns, knowing just what kind of organization would disregard such an important thing. Those that needs intervention... Looks like he has to look deeper into CERES to determine his next course of action. ]
That's ridiculous. This colony is large enough to be a city, it certainly need to establish a working law system. Those robots are poor replacement for law enforcement.
[He frowns thoughtfully and glances back at the crowd, or what's left of it; the photographers had probably spotted their next target or targets and were quick to move on. Edgeworth doesn't care; in fact, he welcomes it.]
What is the last thing you remember before blacking out? [Okay, stay calm. Ask the logical questions. Figure out what's happened. At least Mia only seemed dazed, not seriously injured or anything.]
[She takes it graciously and gets to her feet, dusting herself off once she's on her feet and looking around her curiously.]
Someone who's doing something they definitely shouldn't.
[She can't help herself, she shudders slightly as she tries to get rid of the weird, hollow feeling the ordeal's left her with. It's an oddly uncomfortable sensation.]
There's something fishy about those photographers.
It's good to see you. [This is nothing. At least she only got snacks out of him. It could be worse.]
[The hug is short, but weirdly genuine. And even a little tight, for two people who weren't all that close. Almost like she thought she'd never see him again? Weird.]
[She breaks away pretty quickly, with a grin, after his sad little pats.]
...Wow. It looks like you've made some real progress, Mr. Edgeworth.
Hopefully. [He sighs, then thinks of something. What if...what if the same glitches that tossed Edgeworth into this ocean could finally be used in their favor? Has this ocean and whatever was in it changed, just a little bit, maybe, since Yang got here? She mentioned the eel-like creatures, but if he can keep away from their range, he could investigate a bit...
Edgeworth closes his eyes and breathes in and out, not believing what he's about to do next.] Yang, I need a favor - watch my back. I'm going to dive down and see if any new landmarks have appeared since you arrived.
[Well, this is bad if even ViViD-savvy Athena is clueless. He stares at the Tonberries, armed and yet not exactly that dangerous, because they weren't charging toward two very confused humans stuck in a video game.]
Maybe we should change our strategy! [a.k.a. show no mercy and actually kill the things.]
[He experimentally moves his arm when Mabel is done with it and nods in approval and thanks. His mood significantly improves, too. But while potions would be useful, there's one kind of loot Edgeworth would really like to get his hands on.]
The only "treasure" I'm looking for is the exit. [And there isn't anything around them that looks like a door or a gate or a passageway to the real world.]
Yes; we should continue our investigation. [They should continue forward and keep their eyes and ears open. It really isn't much of a plan, but they don't really know much about their surroundings at the moment.
Suddenly, the walls, floor and ceiling all begin to ripple as if they were all made of water. Edgeworth stands his ground, keeping his feet firmly on it...and yet, despite what he sees, the ground remains solid.
Soon, several open doorways open all around them - eight in all, for each direction.]
I was having my lunch break. [No commonality between their circumstances prior to their unwanted trip to ViViD.] Thankfully ViViD was kind enough to let us know we're playing a game, at the very least. [Sarcastic.]
[Edgeworth scans the whole room, looking for familiar faces, and faces he can't quite put names to but are nonetheless identified as others pulled into Cerealia.]
I recognize some of our fellow captives; they aren't native to this colony. As for our captors...they are probably disguised.
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