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[Out of the blue, in the early light of dawn, Genesis' voice comes on to the network. There's the sound of live flames crackling in very close proximity, and he sounds incredibly confused.]

Where... how did I get here? [He murmurs to himself in confusion, not sure of exactly what to say. Then he snaps out of it for a moment.]

Neji, Edgeworth-- it looks like the arsonist has struck again. And at another residential buil--

[But his message is cut short as his attention is drawn to someone crying out not too far from him:

Officer! There he is!! That's the man who set fire to this place!

Immediately, there are footsteps, many of them-- and they all are coming towards Genesis.]

I'm not who you're looking for! I couldn't have set fire to this building!!

[The witness cries out again: Lies! I saw you with my own two eyes!
An officer cut in: We'll hear your story at the station. You'll have to come with us first.

You're Genesis Rhapsodos of the Watch, aren't you? I'm disappointed. I had more faith in you guests who chose to help us with keeping the city safe. I'm confiscating your communication device for now, but I'll let you make just one call.

Then, there's a little shuffle, as if Genesis only realized that the device was still on all this time.]

Edgeworth, Near, Neji-- if any of you are listening to this: I did not do this. And if I actually did, I did not do it by my own free will. I have faith that you will believe me. I'm counting on you to find who really did this.

[That's enough, buddy. You're coming along with us now.

There is the clink of metal: handcuffs, and the feed ends, cut off by one of the officers.]

((OOC: Action threads at the city jail is an option to take!))

prosecutory

[Edgeworth's transmissions are always organized. He is always seated somewhere, be it in Fatality Condominiums or at the Agency. Today is no different, and yes, he is at the Agency right now. However, while the paperwork and books on his desk are all in order, he looks quite frustrated and a bit exhausted. He clears his throat, and starts, his voice crisp, mincing no words.]

Good afternoon. If you have been paying attention to recent events, there have been three reported arson incidents in the Shopping District this month. The last one was ten days ago, at the Creeping Crypt. Fires were previously started in the Holocaust Mall and a DeathDonalds branch. [His brow furrows, and his disdain is clear as day.] So far, no deaths have been reported, although some refugees at the Creeping Crypt were injured.

Investigations are still going on; unfortunately, very few clues have been discovered. [A weary sigh. He folds his arms across his chest and leans back in his chair.] A locked door at the Creeping Crypt, which led to the laundry room, was forced open with a large blade of some sort; I say it was locked because the doorknob was examined. A witness, who has chosen to remain anonymous, claims to have seen the shadow of a tall person near the door that had been demolished, shortly after the fire started. They only saw a shadow, nothing more.

[He turns a page of his organizer, which is open before him and filled with notes, and some diagrams.]

Unfortunately, we have yet to find anything that can point us to a possible motive. We do not know if the arsonist is targeting a particular person, or is simply fond of wanton destruction. Most of all, we do not even know if we are dealing with one arsonist, or more.

I advise everyone to be on their guard, and contact the Agency, the Watch, or the police if you find anything that can lead us to the truth.

scythegigolo

[Well, here’s a rare sight. The local Deathscythe and a witch from another world. Judging from the crosses and the strange clouds in the background, they’re in in the Death Room at Shibusen. Lily glances over at Spirit for a moment, wondering if he expects her to start off.]

I think I’ve mentioned before I can sense things from clothes when I touch them, about the folks who wore them. [She holds up a cracked white skull mask, the one worn by the former Shinigami.] And despite what I’ve been told, I’m not so sure if the owner of this mask actually died.

There was pain at first but when I concentrated more, I saw a vision. A man wrapped in scarves with a strange red eye on his forehead. He was attacking whoever was wearing this mask. Then the mask broke and I couldn’t see anything else. It fell off after that blow, I reckon. But I don’t get the sense this Shinigami died just then.

[The news of that leaves Spirit unusually serious. Which means it must be serious business because this is one guy you can barely get to pay attention if there's a good looking girl by his side.]

So, you heard the [his eyes shine briefly] beautiful [back to normal] lady. I'm pretty sure you all know what that means, right?

.....right?

Please tell me you know what that means because I'm not good at explanations.

[Lily sighs and prompts him…]

Um, wasn’t there something else you needed to tell folks about?

[He coughs loudly, spitting out his cigarette. But waste not, want not, so his hand immediately snags it out of mid-air....and he burns himself. Rather than react, he just sticks his cigarette back into his mouth and pretends that he doesn't have a spot of charred skin on his finger.]

A-Ahem. Right! You felt those rumbles, didn't you? This place is usually pretty stable, I think. Whatever it was, just prepare yourself. Some bad stuff is on the way and you want to be ready to defend your friends and all the lovely ladies.

Just a tip from me but looking cool is far more important than anything else so when things happen to blow up, keep a tough smile on your face. Hardboiled is what's in style these days.

......

Just stay safe and kick some ass.

atleast80

[Hyobu smirks at the communicator.]

It's a funny thing, isn't it? That so many of Shibusen's "guests". [He does not say 'us' because, hahaha, as if he's ever been interested in helping out.] Could fight for this war, even die for it and yet we're all still viewed as outsiders. [He doesn't even sound or look upset. Just faintly amused.] Sort of makes any sacrifices on our part seem meaningless, doesn't it?

How nostalgic. I suppose people really are the same no matter what world they're from.

[And then as if he just remembered.] Oh, I made an account so I could share my opionion on the newspaper's Twitter. I tweeted, 'Shibusen sucks'. I'm not sure if I'll ever use it for anything, but if you have an account and you want to follow me, my username is 'keroro'.

[Yeah. He totally used someone else's name to badmouth Shibusen online. (He is totally seven, okay.) Then his lackadaisical manner drops for the first time and he actually looked, dare I say, troubled for a moment.]

And I found a rabbit in Katsuragi Yako's place. I think it might be some kind of emergency ration for her dog, but he's not eating it so I'm not sure. [What was he doing at Yako's place you may ask. Who even knows with this guy. (It's totally not because he was there to take in her dog. Perish the thought.] I mean, I even tied trussed it up and put it in his bowl and everything, but it's like he's not even interested. You don't think he's waiting for me to cook it, do you? I mean, I understand if rabbit stew is a thing he's used to being fed, but there's only so much effort I'm willing to go through for a dog.

draculabackwards

*There is some momentary fumbling with the video portion of the controller and then it's steady as a man with very long blond hair and yellow eyes looks into his communicator.*

Is there a word for a sensation of being someplace before and yet, you cannot quite recall how that can be? I have never seen this...thing I am holding, nor have I seen this place before, yet I know how to use this device and this streets are familiar.

*He closes his eyes and rubs his head, as though it pains him.* Can someone enlighten me as to whether I have been here before?

cardfortress

[Good morning, Death City, you better sit tight because these two have some bad news to give you. Both Agency heads look serious, but while Near's expression remains carefully neutral as always, Edgeworth looks like he might excuse himself at any given moment to shed a few tears in private.]

Greetings, Death City.

We know that most of you are still recovering from yesterday's battle, so we will make this unpleasant announcement as brief as possible. We lost two guests during the battle with the Kishin Adachi: Yako Katsuragi and Takuto Tsunashi were killed by the Witch Medusa. The physical evidence left by the vector snakes makes that the only logical conclusion.

[Edgeworth doesn't say anything at first, but manages to rearrange his expression into something more stoic, but there's no hiding how gloomy and grim his gray eyes are. His voice is clipped.]

Her plans remain unclear at the moment, and there is no other evidence pointing to a different culprit. [His brows furrow before he adds:]

Detective Yako Katsuragi and Takuto Tsunashi fought bravely and contributed to our cause. However, if their deaths - as well as many others - are not to be in vain, we must continue the battle.

[Way to go, Edgeworth, you held up for your adoring public. See, Yako's death in particular affected him, so he leaves this final part to Near.]

Edgeworth is right: we must keep on fighting. We've lost far too many people in the past few months, at the hands of Witches, Kishin Eggs and BREW alike, so all we can do is to become stronger and more resilient.

Thank you for your time.

((ooc: Black text is Near, ~~pink~~ magenta text is Edgeworth, of course!))

timelessummoner

BREW can't seem to make up its mind as to whether it wants me here or not, but for the time being, I have returned. We can only hope my presence lasts this time.

Unfortunately, my partner is... no longer here. [Raidou's voice sounds strained.] If there are Weapons out there who require a Meister, even if only temporarily, I am available for missions at any time.

[A pause.]

...Does anyone know what happened to my cats? My old apartment is empty.

vintage_magic

[Yesterday’s Magic has closed for the day and Lily’s back at her new apartment in Death City Heights now, ruffly vintage apron tied over her equally vintage dress. Dinner is slowly simmering on the stove so it seems a good time to address the network.]

[She’s still not confident about this, lips parting slightly and then closing again, reaching out and almost turning the device off without saying anything. Or the temptation to pretend she just wants to chat about cooking. But after the other day in the foggy tunnel, maybe it’s time that she came out of the broom closet. A few of her friends are aware by now but…]

I reckon it’s time I told y’all the truth about something. [She takes a deep breath, trying to settle her nerves before she continues.]

Back home, I wasn’t just a normal shopkeeper. I could sense things from old clothes. People and buildings too. And if I concentrated, sometimes I could affect things. [She pauses in hesitation.] …I was what a lot of people called a witch.

Witch hunts went out of style centuries ago but it didn’t stop the folks in my hometown from being scared of me. They shunned me for years, nearly killed me before I left town. [There’s a frown as she recalls that day.] Some bad things happened because of my powers but I didn’t ask for those abilities. I was born with them because my father was a witch.

And I doubt the witches here asked to be born witches either. Or that they can all be bad. I think this world would be better off if more folks tried to understand them instead of just thinking of them as scary freaks to be hunted down.

topgun_textiles

[This entry's strange in that a file is included, labeled IMPORTANT. Might be handy to open it up first and take a look. But there's Kanji looking grim from the very start of the video, not looking at the camera.]

...Yo. I'm gonna make this as quick as I can, but there's some heavy shit I gotta lay down. If ya opened up the file, then ya know what I'm gonna talk about's not gonna be pretty. It's an old poster, I know, but it paints a picture for you, and lets you see what this prick looks like.

His name's Tohru Adachi. He's from the same world as Naoto n' me. Back home, he did some things we thought he regretted when he was caught n' arrested, but... we were wrong.

[The frown deepened. Maybe he was from a timeline where he'd won, but what did that matter now? He finally looked at the camera. His eyes are hard, a steelier gray than normal.]

BREW brought him here, back when it started grabbin' people from different worlds. He was free again, and it got to his head. Long story short, he ate a helluva lot of innocent souls and turned. Bastard's a full-blown Kishin!

[He scowled, ran his hand down his face. Focus... he needed to focus. From outside the frame, a smaller hand settles on his shoulder and squeezes. Kanji glances over briefly, and slowly his shoulders unhitch.]

Shibusen and agents brought in by BREW took his ass down, but then the Witches took him. Since then, he's been a pain in the ass to find, almost disappeared completely.

...'til now. Me n' Naoto found him, and we get the feeling he ain't gonna be where he is for long before he moves on and we lose him again. Shibusen's on board and we're planning a direct attack, but we need a team. We stomp his ass, and we get the information we need to start trackin' down where Medusa's hiding! We can finally bring an end this war!

[The hand at his shoulder lowers to the upper arm as Naoto enters the frame and has a seat. She nods to the taller boy before addressing the camera, far calmer than the visibly-agitated Kanji.]

Some time ago, investigations unearthed an underground tunnel system beneath the desert. Inside, there lies a lingering thin but viable amount of the yellow fog of Kishin Adachi's creation, his weapon. He will no doubt make use of it in the battle as he has before. Therefore, training in the fog in a controlled environment such as this will not only be a boon to us, but an unpleasant surprise for him. As for what the fog does...

[Now she looks warily away from the camera, but it's short-lived.]

Like Madness, it plays upon your fears and anger, but the properties of this fog functions differently. The fog is like a mirror, forcing you to face yourself in its entirety, for good and for ill. It's... something we can't properly explain without a visual.

In any case, we understand there may be hesitation to undergo such an operation, considering the strength of a Kishin. That is why we hope to answer as many questions as we can now and give it our all when the day comes.

To those of you who wish to participate in what will be your toughest mission yet, you have our utmost gratitude. We would be unable to do this without any of you.

pirateninja

[From the low lighting and the frosty pineapple-garnished drink in front of her, Morgan seems to be in a bar somewhere, probably the Bitch’s Brew.]

So, those people at the school told me I’m a [waving her hands in air and mimicking the missions desk receptionist] “two-star Meister” now after I came back from that last job the other day. Just what does that mean? Do I get paid more? Or nicer quarters? [There’s gotta be some benefits to go with it, right?]

Or do I at least get to fight vicious sheep and trees with bad breath less often? Why are so many of the mission targets farm animals, relatives of farm animals, and poisonous plants anyway? [A roll of the eyes. She’s supposed to be a Mighty Pirate Hunter^[TM], not a dairy farmer!] Do the rest of you end up with those kinds of lame targets too?

prosecutory

[It's a Saturday morning! Lovely day to walk your dog, or see the (death-themed, skull-studded) sights, or just kick back and relax before the next big invasion with a bowl of cereal and Saturday morning cartoons. Or...you can give a little public service announcement because of all the people BREW has been sending home. Those lucky ducks. Edgeworth has mixed feelings about this - relief because they're better off back home (with the exception of a few who have grown to prefer Death City, maybe), but also unease because the Agency lineup has dropped to a paltry 5-strong team. Why was BREW targeting the Agency in particular?

Oh, and he is 2 days shy of spending a full year in Death City after the rest of the folk from his home have been long gone. Lawyer pride! More like combat lawyer pride...?

His expression is pensive, and his eyes like gathering storm clouds. He exhales slowly from where he is seated at a...dining table. An immaculate dining table, mind. A thick novel is off to one side, on top of a small stack of files.]

With BREW sending home more people and summoning less, the Kuzunoha Detective Agency has suffered heavy losses. While it is generally better to be home and mind one's business than to fight another world's war, it does not bode well for the rest of us remaining.

[A beat. His brows furrow, and he folds his arms across his chest.]

The Agency, the heart of the guests' investigatory and archival efforts which closely coordinates with the Watch, presently has five members. Once again, I would like to extend an invitation toward those who have had experience in these fields - or those willing to learn. Not only are we looking for agents, we need a secretary, a janitor, guards and messengers. Contact me or Near, if you are interested, and either of us [read: usually Edgeworth] will set an interview with you.

[Yeah, the links to their inboxes are right thar. He makes a move as if to switch the communicator off at that point, but withdraws his hand.]

Lastly, a question for all of you: How long have you been here? [Many of the people who have been in Death City for much longer than a year were already gone. Despite knowing that BREW was far less predictable than a game of roulette, that did not stop Edgeworth from trying to puzzle out why it was suddenly bringing home more people in proportion to the number of newcomers they got every month. Was BREW finalizing its lineup for a final confrontation with the witches of sorts? Or was this just another day in the life of a demon tool?]

vintage_magic

[Judging from the racks of old-fashioned clothes that can be seen in the background, Lily is at Yesterday’s Magic this afternoon and she doesn’t seem to be alone. A fluffy gray Norwegian forest cat is sitting on the counter behind her and yawning.]

Has anyone seen Raidou today? [She sneezes and the picture goes wobbly for a moment as a black kitten in her lap meows and reaches a paw out to the communicator.]

I found his cats outside my shop this morning and can’t seem to get a hold of him or his partner. [Which makes her worry a bit that BREW might be at it again… That cotton-pickin’ contraption did seem to especially like sending certain folks back and forth.] If he doesn’t show up to claim them soon, I reckon I’m going to need a cat sitter. [Another sneeze.]

[And might as well ask about this too…]

I’m also looking for more help in my vintage clothes shop. I’ve rented the space next door and I’ve been working on expanding so I’d like to hire some more salespeople. Ideally, someone who wouldn’t mind also helping with the laundry.

yellowribbon

[Mami's softly smiling face appears on the network, a steaming cup of tea in her hands. Obviously she wasted no time in hunting down some tea for herself upon her arrival here.]

Ah, good evening everyone! I am Mami Tomoe, a new resident of the city. It's a pleasure to meet you all.

Mmm, I hate to be so forward so soon after my arrival, but I was hoping to find at least one of my kouhai here - just to confirm that they're alright.

[There is concern in her tone there, though she seems to be trying desperately to hide it.]

Thank you very much for your time.

[With that, the feed ends.]

rosso_fantasma

[The camera turns on to the face of a young girl who already appears to have made herself right at home in the new apartment building. Behind her are various snacks and a few discarded, empty containers, and the redhead herself has a bar of chocolate she's contentedly munching on. She's leaning her head against her hand, taking care to avoid putting any weight on the areas on her face that she has bandaged up.

She addresses the camera, looking a tiny bit bored, or perhaps just unimpressed.]

You know, it makes plenty of sense that, if you want someone around to hunt witches, you'd call in someone who specializes in it, right? [Here, she takes a bite of the chocolate bar, chewing it thoughtfully before continuing.] So, if someone, or something, went out of it's way to go through all the trouble to do just that, what's the point of taking away the abilities necessary for actually taking them down?

[She huffs, expression souring momentarily before letting out a noise of resigned irritation.]

This is the sort of thing that happens when you mess around with wishes and magic, though. It's not something to get other people involved in if you want things to go smoothly. [She's certain this isn't anything new to whoever may be listening, however, and rather than press the issue, she'd rather see what sort of information she can get.] Whatever. Who here can tell me more about the witches and... 'Kishin eggs'? I want to figure out how similar they are to what we had back home.

ritsu_kouyou

How many of you Meisters during this last attack on Death City were without a Weapon partner around when the clowns emerged? How many of you felt ineffectual - helpless - without a Weapon in your hands?

[She pauses, her blue eyes unyielding as she stares at the mirror.]

Now. How many of you haven't been properly training your Meister Abilities? Obviously, this doesn't apply to any of you with passive abilities, but if your ability is one you can control, I suggest you spend some time learning to master it so you aren't fully reliant upon a Weapon partner.

And if you think your ability can only be used with resonance, you're most likely correct. [She then holds her hand up and crimson sparks surround it for a moment.] But there's nothing that says Soul Menace is the only ability that can be used through resonating with your own wavelength.

Every day that I'm not on mission, I'm at Morning Training, ready to help my fellow Meisters learn to master their abilities. Every morning, I wait for someone who wants to learn and no one shows up to my area. I understand that I am not the most pleasant of women, but I am a resource that untapped when it comes to training, Meisters.

Now, I expect to see you at training with me, or we can set up something private. I don't really care which option you take, but if you felt like you couldn't do anything without a Weapon in hand?

Fix that.

recitings

[Since Genesis has been feeling very cheery, he's in the mood to talk to the city. Usually, he'd be a bearer of news as part of the Watch or a mouthpiece for recruitment. But today, he's in the mood to talk about something else.]

Did you ever have a feeling-- and impulse, more like, to do something dramatic? Sweep someone off their feet, or run off on an adventure? I didn't think I'd feel such a thing, but perhaps it's about time to revel in a little happiness. Do something beyond the fighting, the training, and the daily hubbub.

What I mean is...

Yako Katsuragi, would you like to go flying with me this afternoon?

[He ends his feed with a great big grin.

Oh, and if you feel like assaulting him in person or something, he'll be a sitting duck at the agency's reception area.]

sanzu_disconnect

[Now here's a face that hasn't shown up in a while. He's standing before Casualty Communal, just overseeing the preparations for the newcomers that are due to arrive shortly. Fortunately, BREW was a punctual thing. But Kid sighs in relief, standing with both hands on his hips.]

Good morning, Death City. It has been a while, and I offer my apologies. In the wake of the BREW glitch, you understand my hands have been tied in seeing the problem fixed. After a thorough examination and... [He makes a face.] ...cleaning... BREW has resumed normal functionality.

It has been reported that many of the objects brought in have been dismissed in the latest power surge from BREW, which leads us to believe that the designation swap, too, has been rectified. However, I will need feedback from all of you to confirm this. Should anyone have remained swapped, please report to me or any Shibusen faculty so that we may make the necessary arrangements.

As for the... dinosaurs... they have been taken care of. I personally apologize for any inconvenience they - and BREW's glitch - may have caused. [And no, Stein, you can't keep any. You endanger enough species.]

With that in mind, I'd like to address the matter of kishin egg souls collected during BREW's issue. Should everything be back in order - of which I hope - I can see to it that they are safely transferred to the correct individual.

Thank you.

[A tip of his head, and that's it for the public feed.]

[Private: Naoto Shirogane]

I trust this message finds you well. I've come across some information you might find very interesting.

scythegigolo

JURASSIC PARK 2 IS HAPPENING! THERE'S NO END TO THEM!

HELP, SOMEONE FIND MAKA FOR ME!

MAKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!! YOUR PAPA IS SEARCHING FOR YOU BUT HAS TO FIND BREW TOO! FORGIVE HIM FOR BEING LATE!!

[As in, dinosaurs everywhere. Please find BREW.

But find Maka first.]

timelessummoner

[Four days after he disappeared from Death City, Raidou appears on the network again, looking puzzled.]

[He's also slightly singed and covered in soot.]

...Could someone tell me how long I've been gone?

prosecutory

[This is Edgeworth sitting inside the prosecutor's lobby in a courthouse, holding his communicator up. Keeping him company on the couch is his briefcase and a few more folders. He looks rather flustered and shaken, as if something utterly unexpected had happened during his trial. With wide eyes he starts speaking, blurting out the words a bit more quickly than usual.]

How many of you were sent home and then returned to Death City...only to find yourselves the exact opposite of what BREW designated you to be, and with all your memories intact?

[He grits his teeth and massages his temple with his free hand as if to keep an impending headache at bay.]

I was sent home for barely a few minutes before BREW changed its mind and brought me back here. Not long after, while cross-examining a witness during today's trial, I had the unfortunate pleasure of -

[Someone off-screen calls him. Don't worry about trying to recognize the voice; it's just a random bailiff. The transmission shifts toward the direction of the door of the lobby, where the Random Bailiff is peeking inside.]

Prosecutor Edgeworth! Detective D. Ead wants to speak to you!

[A short, somewhat portly detective shoves past the bailiff, nervously flattening his overly gelled black hair onto his head. He is breathing hard, his eyes are about to pop out of their sockets, and he is far more flustered as well as fearful - fearful for his salary and what Edgeworth could do with it.]

S-sir! Sir! W-w-we can't -f-find the...the weapon! I swear I had the pistol with me when the trial started! I SWEEEAAAAR!

[The detective breaks down, tears streaming down his face. Edgeworth gets to his feet, his face contorting into an expression of fury. The scene shakes as his hand trembles with rage. No. He worked hard on this case to get his man, and now the detective had to lose the decisive evidence?!]

WHAT?!

[The communicator falls out of his hands and onto the floor, followed not long after by a shiny, three-foot rapier. The intricate golden basket hilt is partly covered by a cravat that is supposedly part of the Weapon. Edgeworth himself is nowhere in sight. The last thing you hear are the bailiff and detective panicking as they rush toward the sword.

OOC: Replies will ICly be delayed because obviously Edgeworth does have to get back to his work once he poofs back to his usual self.]

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