all-purpose overflow log

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AND EVERY LAST INCH OF ME IS COVERED IN FRILLS I don't know how to do overflow posts correctly or seriously

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It seems like you've been away for a few months.

[He nods slowly, taking that bit of information in.]

My name is Miles Edgeworth, by the way. I was among the newcomers who were accused of crimes we didn't commit. [He frowns in irritation. That's still not a very nice memory to relive.]

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I do remember that, at least.

[ It means he at least hasn't been gone for a ridiculous amount of time.. A few months he can live with, but if it had been a few years, it would just have been.. well, weird. On so many levels.

And hey, at least Edgeworth can be happy that Shinpachi doesn't remember just what crime in particular they accused Edgeworth of! A little less embarrassment for free. ]

Oh! And.. I'm Shinpachi. Shinpachi Nagakura. [ Western order since this other guy's name sure sounds western as hell.. ] Good to meet someone who at least remembers some of the stuff I remember.

[ So he doesn't have to feel like he's slowly going crazy. ]

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A pleasure, Mr. Nagakura. [He inclines his head, acknowledging the other man.] You'd be surprised; there are still many of us who have been here for far too long.

[Thank goodness he doesn't remember the crime. Inflammatory remarks on message boards for children's TV shows? Really??]

Can you please cut that deer and bring it here?

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Of course. [ As Edgeworth says it, he's already cutting the deer.. It might be a gross task to a lot of people, sure, but Shinpachi's whole job description is filled with spilling blood. Compared to the number of people he's cut down for that, cutting up a deer to eat doesn't mean much.

Since he had already started on it a little (after making sure there was nothing lurking in the bushes, waiting to ambush them), it doesn't take too long before he's handing the first piece of meat over to Edgeworth. ]

Well, at least it looks normal enough.

[ The meat, that is. Don't.. ask him what he expected, okay, this place is so weird that the deer could have been filled with just about anything. ]

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[He skewers the piece of meat on a stick and props it up in the dirt to cook over the fire, nodding his agreement as he squints at the said meat.

Looks like nothing crazy is happening while it roasts.]

I don't recall seeing a deer like this in the jungle we fell into, though.

[nostatus]

[ There's another slightly wary look over at the half cut up deer at that statement.. Just making sure it's not really something weird in disguise, okay! Edgeworth's words sure aren't giving him a whole lot of faith. ]

What did you see there then?

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Flaming deer. Strange fish with very sharp teeth. Rhinoceroses that look as if they're covered in moss.

[Yup. He rattles them all off in a matter-of-fact tone.]

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[ ...

Look, Shinpachi has seen some weirdass animals in his jamjar life. But all of that? That's definitely ranking high up there on the list despite not seeing them himself. He blinks away the surprise for a moment before the first thing that comes to mind just comes straight out of his mouth.. ]

Y'know, if you'd kill a flaming deer, you'd just have instantly done meat. You wouldn't even have to cook it. [ LOOK, THE CONVENIENCE JUST.. STRUCK HIM, OKAY. ]

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...Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

[Sorry, Shinpachi. Edgeworth inspects the meat and plucks the stick out, holding up the smoking piece and giving it to Shinpachi.]

The meat was...ordinary.

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[ What a disappointment. And here Shinpachi thought he found the perfect way to skip on cooking and not have to do his part of the chores... ]

What a bummer. [ But he does grab the piece of meat from the other - already biting in it too. You know, as if it wouldn't be hot. He does wince a little because of it, but he's just chomping down on the meat further anyway.. like a true man... a true idiot man who's going to burn his mouth later. ]

Maybe it was only an illusion or whatever. That they only looked like they were on fire, but weren't really.

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Perhaps. They didn't burn their surroundings, after all.

[That's still some strange deer, though. Edgeworth has no comment on the guy not even blowing on the hot deer meat.]