( apping at exsilum )

[bratworth]

We're not a range of dolls sold at some chain budget department store, you know. You are entirely too pleased with the thought of finally completing your 'collection'. Fine people as my mentor and his daughter are... do you think that your plans are really advisable, especially for someone of your capabilities?

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[guardian_chimera]

[Oh hey, someone going to the same place! The Chimera approaches cautiously and curiously.]

[bratworth]

[What... is this thing. He casts it an abject look, but makes no move to speak just of yet.]

[guardian_chimera]

[The creature just stares at Miles curiously.]

I'm too lazy to fix my other account (swisstroll)

[swissroll]

...You wear fancier clothes than any of my dolls, mister.

hsglsdj yes good

[bratworth]

[Oh, it's Mr. Faraday's daughter. He wonders what she's doing here.]

It is my firm belief that one should always dress appropriately for one's profession.

[At least, that was his mentor had always taught him. He couldn't say he disagreed, however.]

YOU'LL NEVER GET RID OF ME

[swissroll]

[She nods.]

Mmm-hmm, Daddy does the same, but he never liked dressing up too much.

[mistakencoward]

When does that ever stop them?

[How does your skeptisim stand up to this, Edgey?]

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[bratworth]

[It doesn't, really.

He'd been warned that he could talk to all types of people in this place, but this was a little more than he had been expecting.]

[bratworth]

What... are you?

[Tactful.]

/gigglefit

[mistakencoward]

[Oh dear. Azrael chuckles a bit apologetically.]

I'm sorry. This form is the closest I have to looking -- well, naturally human, so I thought it'd be best. I guess not.

[You are the most tactful, Edgey. However, Azrael doesn't mind the question.]

As for what I am... well, that's a two part question.

My kind is a Digimon. A creature whose flesh and blood is made from lines of data rather than DNA strings, to put it simply.

My specific species is a Baalmon. I'm currently one of perhaps two or three in existence, so you won't see many others like me.

[classiest]

Well, I suppose this proves me right all along.

[bratworth]

[What a mysterious message.]

... And to what, precisely, would you be referring?

[perfectionisms]

Indeed. Dolls are at least supposed to be appealing to children and you're not appealing at all.

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[bratworth]

[He'd been warned, but...

Little sister, you've grown.]

[bratworth]

Franziska... seven years might have passed, but you really haven't changed a bit, have you?

[makethemguilty]

....Dolls, Miles? What a ridiculous notion.

[bratworth]

... Of course, sir. It was not my idea, but my mundane's. Her head is filled with many similar 'ridiculous notions'.

[acemedium]

Mr. Edgeworth! I had no idea you were into that kind of thing!

[bratworth]

[What kind of 'thing', he wants to ask, but he keeps his cool for now --]

Have we...met?

[lunchmoney]

I like the way you talk--it makes you sound very intelligent.

[Which he's also trying to do now.]

[bratworth]

[However much he had been warned, this type of encounter was still...disconcerting.]

I've had a lot of experience. It is quite necessary, as many people will evaluate and judge you based on the way you speak.

ALWAYS ASKING FOR IT

[promisecutor]

Maybe not, but our mundanes like to think we're a collection.

Mine prefers to collect me and my daughter. Or rather, daughters.

[He seems...lightly amused.]

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[bratworth]

[ ... What.

Yes, again, he had been warned of the nature of this place...]

[bratworth]

[ But Prosecutor Faraday is dead. ]

[bratworth]

[... Wait, daughters? He tries to recollect himself. ]

You have another daughter?