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Precisely. There was hardly any guarantee that you would awaken quickly, after all. Given that you say you awoke "last night", however, I presume that you did at the very least awaken well before dawn and have, in all likelihood, been investigating Hatheril ever since?

[Not that there's a lot to investigate in the middle of the night. Hatheril, after all, is basically just a small hub for farmers and transportation. One would have to think to look closely at the everbright lanterns to realize that they weren't any Earthly sort of streetlight, the crests of some of the dragonmarked houses around would mean less to him than the absence of the logos of any familiar corporations, and even now the local population is still waking up and opening shop, so any chances to observe anything strange about them would have been limited. The biggest thing out of place to find would have been the line of blue, runed pyramids cutting through the center of town that constituted the lightning rail track.

As for the paper, its contents are written in German:

Your dog's name is Pess. This cannot be considered common knowledge because you don't discuss your personal life unnecessarily. You suspect that Kay Faraday does not so much wish to be a thief as a ninja. Among the various shows of the Steel Samurai franchise, your least favorite is Nickel Samurai because of the lead actor. You know how to play Aria of Roses and Steel, which was first introduced on Pink Princess, on your flute. Ultimately, you value the truth over the letter of the law as recorded by fallible human hands.]

Correct. Hatheril...is that the name of that...that medieval fair I somehow found myself in? I had no idea those events were already beginning.

[Edgeworth unfolds the paper as he speaks.]

[His eyes progressively widen as he reads the notes. They were in good, conversational German. For a moment he looks as if he's ready to throw down the page, or avert his gaze lest he be hypnotized or led astray.]

Th...this is...

[Exactly right.]

Hatheril is the name of this village you've somehow found yourself in.

I presume we'll be burning that note before the day is through, if not within the hour. After all, it's as invasive and personal to me as it is to you.

(And while I haven't taught German to anyone during my time here, that won't deter a sufficiently motivated spellcaster.)

Hatheril? I've never heard of it. Not in all my years of traveling.

And, why go through the trouble of burning the note, when I'm certain that I can safely keep any evidence that finds its way into my hands? [If it's indeed invasive and personal, then shouldn't keeping it on his person be sufficient, as long as he didn't lose track of it?]

You wouldn't have, given that not only is this a relatively minor location, but until yesterday you'd only traveled on Earth. [This Edgeworth pauses and sighs, rubbing his temple.] But then, I suppose you dismissed this planet's ring in the night sky as some sort of holography show for the purposes of this so-called "fair". (I'm beginning to appreciate how difficult Althea found me when we first met.)

If you're certain that this evidence will be of later use, I certainly won't demand that you destroy it -- merely keep in mind that not knowing German won't necessarily prevent someone from reading it.

...

[This Edgeworth is looking even more skeptical now.]

"Until yesterday you'd only traveled on Earth"...

[And I'm aware that a note, even though written in another language, can still be used against me!]

While given the timeframe of your investigation it's entirely possible that you haven't heard any of the natives speak, certainly you've had the opportunity to take note of the prevalence of an unfamiliar alphabet to the exclusion of all familiar ones. You'll find as you continue that this is no mere matter of decoration; any book you find will likewise be written in such a script.

Furthermore, there is the matter of the natives themselves. I assure you that the vast majority of them are precisely what they appear to be. As for those few who are not... there is a reason why I said it was racist to speak of "unwanted doppelgangers", and why I dusted one of your credit cards for prints.

...On that note, it is not merely because this is a rural location that you've been unable to find an ATM. For one thing, plastic hasn't yet been invented on Eberron.

...

[Edgeworth opens his mouth, but closes it to grit his teeth. He folds the page savagely and inserts it into his organizer. This was far too much fantastical information to take in.]

Hold it! Before you weave your fantasy tale further, give me a reason to believe that you are not the one behind this...this farce, and further proof of your identity!

[Sure, the page had accurate information, but...he just had to be 100% sure at this point that he wasn't dreaming and that this was...truly another Miles Edgeworth, magical powers and all.]

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If I had any indication as to who or what is responsible for our presence so far from where each of us ought to be, I assure you that I'd offer it. However, I can provide further proof both of my identity and of the fact that this is not a farce of any kind.

[As he makes his second statement, this Edgeworth fishes out his own wallet, as well as his badge, and offers them to his double.]

It's only fair that you should have your turn, is it not?

[The wallet still includes paper money from Earth, as well as credit cards whose numbers exactly match the other Edgeworth's, complete with holographic foils and the faint horizontal scuff marks that come of regular swiping. However, its coin pouch is stuffed with coins the other Edgeworth wouldn't recognize, and in amongst the Earth paper money are a few folded items that look like small notarized legal documents in the same script he's seen around the village, whose stationary includes a strange line-art crest matching the color one that hangs on a flag above the door of a small, secure stone building near the center of town.]

Edited (Extra detail) 2013-05-15 00:56 (UTC)

[He takes the evidence with a glowering expression, and shifts through it, his face changing from skepticism to disbelief, to reluctant resignation. Then he returns the items.

"Our" presence? Still, this other Edgeworth could be trying to trip him up.]

If you can't offer proof that you were not involved, then you remain a suspect.

[This Edgeworth accepts his badge and wallet back and repockets them, satisfied with his double's reaction.]

That, too, is only fair. Unfortunately, the best advice that immediately comes to mind concerns how to prove that my spellcasting ability is far too basic to allow me to have called you here personally, and not only would that not entirely clear my name, but I doubt that you're quite ready to consider every sort of evidence that applies here so soon in the first place.

[That's...er...he honestly has no idea what to make of all that.]

And what of the glowing magatama I picked up? What does that have to do with all this?

Magatama?... Ah, I suppose you must mean the shard of manifest devotion. It's a recent invention by one of my allies that indicates through its glow whether the holder is a conduit for either of two particular subsets of those additional forces I mentioned earlier. I simply placed it in your path to pick up in order to test whether you too possess expanded potential in this world. If you weren't a deipotent, it wouldn't have reacted -- and given that we are clearly one and the same, one can infer that you in particular have such potential because you believe deeply in the truth's value, as is the case for myself. That you reacted to the the note I gave you as though I'd read your mind further suggests this possibility, given the nature of the final point I wrote.

...

This only further suggests the possibility of a migraine.

Can you at least believe that I found the concept just as ridiculous when I arrived? I suppose that it will take an accident happening for you to even regard the possibility as worth consideration.

No, because you are now part of this ridiculous concept, but it looks like I don't have much of a choice.

Indeed, I could not in good conscience look away from this truth; given that you are apparently the same man I was upon my own arrival, I expect the same to be true of you. But I must warn you, one cannot follow this path and be left entirely unchanged.

However, while it may be the only viable choice should you stay, I haven't yet eliminated the possibility of leaving this world. I've merely come to the conclusion that I have things of vital importance to do here.

I'm certain one of those "things of vital importance" should include waking me up from this medieval nightmare.

[No, he knows this is no dream, but it may as well be a nightmare to him.]

I seek to cause this to no longer be a nightmare in the long term. There is, after all, more hope for this world to grasp its own truth than it may appear at first glance. Still, if you wish to retreat to familiar paths, I entirely sympathize and can inquire with House Orien about the expense involved.

[...Are you being condescended to by yourself?]

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