There's a robot on your lawn [OPEN]

[prosecutory]

Who: Miles Edgeworth, Integra Hellsing, and "Iris" | Miles Edgeworth, YOU, and maybe some robots if you wish.
When: All throughout the event; see prompts for dates. OOC: 04/20-04/30
Where: A small restaurant-slash café at the Shopping District, and later, every which where.
What: Catch-all for fun robot "killing" times and other things you want to do with Edgeworth that do not involve robots in any way. Edgeworth doesn't have a double, thank the cereal gods.
Rating/Warning: PG for potential violence?

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[CLOSED] SWEET DREAMS (Integra and Irisbot); IC: 06/25

[Edgeworth has had no word regarding the robot doppelgangers beginning to take over the lives of their real counterparts so far. His day is normal, and he has yet to encounter any robots today. Right now he's sitting at an outdoor table at one of his favorite little restaurants, awaiting a nice cup of tea to round off his lunch. He's just there, occasionally peering into the window or at the door to see if the waiter is already bringing him his tea. Ah, there he is. The prosecutor sits a little straighter, eager to try their newest blend.

He doesn't suspect that a robot already has morbid designs for the rest of his day, although they'll turn out a lot less morbid.]

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[OPEN] ENOUGH WITH THE ROBOTS ALREADY; IC: 06/26-06/30

[After the encounter with Iris' robot, Edgeworth is more vigilant now, and still mentally beating himself up over letting his guard down despite all his suspicions. But he isn't locking himself up in his apartment till this boils over. He goes about his usual business, only armed with not only his trusty saber but also a pistol.

Anyone (and/or their robot) will find him in the following places:
- The police station, no duh, that's where he works.
- The gym, in the mornings. Training.
- Possibly jogging in the streets in the early morning. Like, a little after dawn.
- Walking his dog in the gardens.
- Around the Shopping District, buying stuff and looking for his favorite cafés.

Select a location and give me all you've got, yo!]

Comments

[prosecutory]

[Pess sniffs the notebook before Chibi can pick it up, and then proceeds to sniff Chibi's uninjured hand instead.

Meanwhile, Edgeworth nods, scrutinizing Chibi from head to foot - noting that Chibi was reaching with one hand, only to switch to the other. The guy seems to act normal and innocuous enough, but the robot of Iris had been like that, too...so, the prosecutor is still on guard despite his dog being very okay with this.]

Good afternoon, Chibi. [OR ARE YOU WHO I THINK YOU ARE???] I apologize for Pess knocking your notebook over.

[manolia]

[Chibi lets Pess sniff his fingers for a moment - they smell a bit like antiseptic and a bit like black oil - then moves to scritch the dog behind the ears. What a well-behaved boy!]

No worries; it was a bit precarious there, in any case. [He'd hold it in place, usually, but, well.] I trust you have been well, with all of... This, with the robots and such?

[prosecutory]

[Pess gives a whine at the scent he picks up, but otherwise lets Chibi scratch him behind the ears, panting with satisfaction.]

As well as one can be, yes. I shouldn't be surprised that something like this happened.

[Edgeworth doesn't sit; he remains standing with his arms folded across his chest. His sword and his gun are still at his belt.]

[manolia]

[With a laugh, folding the notebook back and putting it on the bench:] I am surprised by nothing at this point... Arthur told me that you didn't activate yours, so I will assume you are the original.

[He doesn't say 'real one'; reality is not coherent enough here to be precise. Is not the robot, too, real in its own way? The thought sends a thought of its windpipe real artificial real cracking under his hand, and he does not dwell on it.]

[(And maybe the gun at Edgeworth's hip is freaking him out a little, but if he has to, he'll show that - unlike the robot - he can bleed red. Still, he'd prefer not to cut himself open to prove his identity...)]

Truthfully, I was expecting more information out of the damned things than I got... Not that I am finished dismantling them yet, but you know.

[prosecutory]

You assume correctly.

[He nods. At least his hands aren't on his weapons - not that he would be totally defenseless without them.

Meanwhile, Pess raises his head onto the bench and starts sniffing at the notebook.]

What did you find out so far?

[Hmm, perhaps this IS the real Chibi...]

[manolia]

Frustration - that is what I found. [He sighs and presses the fingers of his left hand, poking out of the splint as they are, to his forehead for a moment. How to put this...]

I wanted to find out how their learning algorithm was structured, but it seems it is written in not one, but two languages I do not understand. That is fine, I suppose, it is not as though I expected much, but... It seems their mechanical internals are just as impossible.

[prosecutory]

Two languages native to this world, perhaps?

[Edgeworth strokes his chin in thought.]

You might want to hold on to the robot you dismantled. We may find out information relevant to it in the future.

[manolia]

Perhaps. Well, one of them, perhaps; the other looked a bit similar to... English, I think the language is? Arthur's language. It had a similar alphabet, in any case. [Spoiler: it was English.]

[But the other thing Edgeworth says just makes him chuckle.] Ah, but what do you think I would do, dump them somewhere? Of course I am holding on to them. Both of them - the one I dismantled, and the one I left intact.

[prosecutory]

[It could be another language with a similar alphabet, which means it might be a language from Earth. A language Edgeworth may be familiar with. Or it could indeed be a cryptic English.]

Point taken. You say you have two; who previously owned the other?

[manolia]

I do not know that she is so keen to have her name spread, but it was Grell Sutcliffe's. [Chibi stretches, spreading out on the bench a bit. If Edgeworth isn't going to sit down, he might as well...]

She also put a little glyph on my workshop door, so the robot couldn't come in. Or anyone else - I wonder if I should ask her to take that off? Hmm.

[prosecutory]

[Finally, Edgeworth does take a seat, watching Pess decide to just curl up at his feet, no longer interested in probing Chibi's notebook.]

You do need a place to continue working on these robots...and to store them.

[A glyph? Like...a magical symbol of sorts?]

I've figured out - although it was a little too late - how to tell robots from their counterparts, by the way.