[It's not the more disinterested tone imaginable, but it is the perfect 'secretary' voice looking to redirect his call if she doesn't like the answer. She's had years of practice in that role, at least. ]
Miles Edgeworth. I'm calling in regards to the imPort Support Fund. [That's...that's the name of Mandrake's charity, right? He just realizes that he never got the exact name] She works there, correct?
[ It's knee-jerk, even though she knows how porting in and out works. But she'll bite her tongue before saying sorry or it, even if he has no memories. See how the new guy feels out that whole porter issue.]
[Nobody said anything about explosions! And-wait a minute, did he just admit to being a fraud? He chokes and sputters, and continues to yell into the phone]
I mean-he's not...I'm not... there is no fake Edgeworth!
Look, I'm going to say this, and I'm going to say this once. I am the real Miles Edgeworth. There was another Edgeworth a few months ago, and no, he did not blow up, he just...disappeared. I am not impersonating, nor do I have any idea why anyone would wish to! Do you understand now?!
[And that's when everything clicks. First comes clarity, the moment where his mind goes blank as the pieces fall into place. That's why Ludgate acted as if he was some kind of foreign invader, why she demanded proof of identity, and why she's now foisting her calls onto him - whatever his previous self's role in this strange new world was, he had something to do with this charity. And Mandrake...
He grips his hand around the phone, while a quiet fury bubbles underneath his skin, evaporating his previous calm. The next time he sees that brat, he's going to wring him by his scrawny little neck.]
Don't.
[He stops, realizing his anger is seeping into his voice, and takes a deep breath. When he speaks again, his voice is calmer, smoother, and quieter.]
Why don't you fill me in on what I missed, instead? It, ah, seems like I have much to catch up on on around here.
[ Having no idea the conclusions, he's reached or the anger he's feeling, April can only slide deeper into her seat and, in the same dry voice, carry on. ]
You were a DA like person. I was your assistant. We had a torrid affair and I don't know what to name the baby. Is that enough?
The government. The one that pays me. You need to start tossing people in jail for having bad taste in tattoos or whatever. The DAing thing. The charity is number 2.
[Okay, he. Might have misunderstood a few things, or jumped to some hasty conclusions. Maybe he shouldn't have gotten so angry with Mandrake, after all. But he's not ready to admit he's wrong, even to himself, so it's time for a topic change]
Wait a moment - shouldn't you have been assigned to a different prosecutor?
[He's not ready to admit to his demotion, either. It's humiliating enough to go from high profile murders to traffic cases and the most banal misdemeanors the state of Florida can throw at him. The last thing he needs is for her to find out about it, too]
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Date: 2014-12-09 05:01 am (UTC)[It's not the more disinterested tone imaginable, but it is the perfect 'secretary' voice looking to redirect his call if she doesn't like the answer. She's had years of practice in that role, at least. ]
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Date: 2014-12-09 05:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-12-09 05:10 am (UTC)[ It's knee-jerk, even though she knows how porting in and out works. But she'll bite her tongue before saying sorry or it, even if he has no memories. See how the new guy feels out that whole porter issue.]
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Date: 2014-12-09 05:18 am (UTC)I beg your pardon?!
[Why on earth would he be lying about that?!]
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Date: 2014-12-09 06:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-12-09 11:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-12-13 12:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-12-13 02:59 am (UTC)[Nobody said anything about explosions! And-wait a minute, did he just admit to being a fraud? He chokes and sputters, and continues to yell into the phone]
I mean-he's not...I'm not... there is no fake Edgeworth!
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Date: 2014-12-19 01:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-12-22 09:30 pm (UTC)[...okay, this is getting out of hand. Edgeworth takes a deep breath to compose himself, calming down]
Look, I believe that there's been a... misunderstanding of sorts. Let's-let's go back to the beginning, shall we?
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Date: 2014-12-25 01:39 am (UTC)But then you'll just have to prove it all over again.
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Date: 2014-12-25 02:07 am (UTC)Look, I'm going to say this, and I'm going to say this once. I am the real Miles Edgeworth. There was another Edgeworth a few months ago, and no, he did not blow up, he just...disappeared. I am not impersonating, nor do I have any idea why anyone would wish to! Do you understand now?!
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Date: 2014-12-25 08:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-12-26 02:30 am (UTC)[What on earth is going on here?]
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Date: 2014-12-26 02:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-12-26 02:56 am (UTC)He grips his hand around the phone, while a quiet fury bubbles underneath his skin, evaporating his previous calm. The next time he sees that brat, he's going to wring him by his scrawny little neck.]
Don't.
[He stops, realizing his anger is seeping into his voice, and takes a deep breath. When he speaks again, his voice is calmer, smoother, and quieter.]
Why don't you fill me in on what I missed, instead? It, ah, seems like I have much to catch up on on around here.
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Date: 2014-12-26 03:08 am (UTC)You were a DA like person. I was your assistant. We had a torrid affair and I don't know what to name the baby. Is that enough?
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Date: 2014-12-26 03:29 am (UTC)[Okay, she's obviously not serious. But that's nothing to joke about!]
I'd like to think I have enough sense - and enough taste! - not to do anything so...so... so monumentally stupid!
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Date: 2014-12-26 03:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-12-26 03:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-12-26 03:52 am (UTC)But, seriously. Are you going to start layering at people or what?
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Date: 2014-12-26 03:57 am (UTC)[Throws his free hand up in exasperation]
I don't even know what my job at the charity is supposed to be - you are referring to my duties at the charity, correct?
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Date: 2014-12-26 04:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-12-26 04:12 am (UTC)Wait a moment - shouldn't you have been assigned to a different prosecutor?
[He's not ready to admit to his demotion, either. It's humiliating enough to go from high profile murders to traffic cases and the most banal misdemeanors the state of Florida can throw at him. The last thing he needs is for her to find out about it, too]
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