[Here is one Miles Edgeworth, finding himself immediately thrust upon the deck of said ship, somehow. He is alone for the time being... that is, if you don't count the somewhat canine companion he's accompanied with (the less-discerning may confuse it to be a tiger from afar). With a cup of tea in one hand, an open book - The Moral Landscape, by Sam Harris - in the other, he turns his gaze upwards from his book to notice the vast expanse of ocean that was...not there before.
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Oh well.
He leans against the railing and takes a sip, resigning himself to the presumption that he was somehow transported to the same ship that brought him, and all other residents, to Castelia City a week back, and that he's now on his way, returning to the castle. Though, one must admit, it's quite, unnervingly quiet in comparison to the last trip...]
/HORRENDOUSLY late. My apologies!
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Oh well.
He leans against the railing and takes a sip, resigning himself to the presumption that he was somehow transported to the same ship that brought him, and all other residents, to Castelia City a week back, and that he's now on his way, returning to the castle. Though, one must admit, it's quite, unnervingly quiet in comparison to the last trip...]