"You are aware smoking can kill you, are you not?" Edgeworth asked, smelling the foul stench of the cigarette.
"I am," Godot said. "And now I have to go."
"Farewell," Edgeworth said, brushing his fringe out of his eyes. He stood up and was about to leave People Park when he heard a commotion. He turned around and saw a group of people lying unconscious on the ground. His first order of business was to figure out what had happened, so he walked over to someone, an old man leaning over, clutching a walking stick.
"Did you see what happened?" Edgeworth asked.
"Well I jolly well did! Those folks on the ground just appeared outta nowhere, yes they did's! If ya ask me, all these magic tricks that these young folks pull off are enough to give me dat bloody cardiac arrest an' kill me!" the old man complained, and a prod to Edgeworth's chest from the man's walking stick had the prosecutor moving away.
He moved over to where the unconscious people were lying, and only then did he notice how odd their clothes were. A few of them were in armour, and a lot of them were wearing insane hats, a few of them pointy. Edgeworth laid a hand on one of the unconscious teenager's shoulder and shook him.
"Huh? Al- holy crap you're not Alph!" the boy woke up and jumped to his feet. Edgeworth stood up from his crouching position.
"My name is Miles Edgeworth," Edgeworth introduced himself.
"What do I care? You stay right where you are, pinky!" the boy snapped, and he reached to his back and pulled out a massive sword. Edgeworth gasped at seeing how the boy could easily handle it with one hand - that sword was CERTAINLY a great sword. It was about the height of an average man!
"Put the sword down," Edgeworth said.
"You and your pink suit can stay right where you are. Nobody move, or Pinky here gets it!" the boy shouted.
"My suit is not pink, it is magenta!" Edgeworth protested, but when he felt cold metal against his neck he shut up.
"Don't even try to move. I've killed many," the boy snapped. He moved the sword back to his side and looked around, then took notice of the bodies. "Oh Zehaal! Alph?"
Another boy sat up, shaking his head. He was wearing a strange sort of armour, and he had a rifle and a normal-looking sword.
"Leon? Who are these people?" the boy asked.
"Don't ask me, Alph! I just woke up," the other boy, apparently called Leon, snapped.
"Great. Hey, could you wake Vanessa up? Um, they're showing again," the boy called Alph said, turning red.
Leon laughed and shook a woman awake. She sat up and Edgeworth's jaw dropped. She was the type of person that appeared in sex movies, not in real life! Edgeworth looked away from her very exposed breasts.
"I've fascinated everyone already!" she laughed, and stood up. "Well... wake Mavi up. Then Claire. Then just wake the rest of them, but wake Heath up quickly, alright? I'm not good at social interaction."
The two males spent a few minutes waking the rest of their group up.
"Oh great, people are looking at us again!" a girl who wore the most bizarre dress, who was called Lucia, snapped.
"Now Lucia! Be nice!" a woman dressed in purple and had purple hair snapped.
"But Lady Claire-" Lucia began, but she sighed.
"Excuse me?" Edgeworth asked.
"Yes?" the woman called Mavi, who was dressed in green and had a bizarre glove that was made of tree bark, extremely thick and went up to her shoulder.
"What is going on?" Edgeworth asked.
"Why is your suit magenta?" Mavi asked.
"You're the first person who has actually recognised its colour," Edgeworth smiled.
"Hmm. Of course I am," Mavi said, and she outstretched her ungloved arm. A rose appeared in her hand and she gave it to Edgeworth.
"Thank you. Now-" Edgeworth began, but he was interrupted by the wail of sirens. The police. Around five or six police cars rolled into People Park, ruining the grass. The policemen threw the doors open and exited.
"NOBODY MOVE!" one of them shouted.
"Alright, guys! Let's go get 'em!" a young girl by the name of Mel declared. The party of mysteriously appearing people pulled out weapons, and the crowd moved backwards, including Edgeworth. They watched in awe as the party took down the police.
"Salvation~!" the little girl, Mel said and raised her lily. It began raining and the rain seemed to heal people of their ailments. The man with the walking stick snapped the walking stick in half and stood up straight, looking proud and strong. A woman in a wheelchair stood up and spun around, kicking her wheelchair away. A woman with glasses took them off and snapped them.
Mavi picked up a young child who was crying at the sight of blood and soothed them.
"You are very admirable, Ms Mavi. Would you mind working with me?" Edgeworth asked.
"And what do you do?" Mavi asked, putting the child back down and letting the little boy run off.
"I prosecute," Edgeworth said.
"Fine," Mavi said, and followed Edgeworth as he led her away.
"Well, I guess we'd better try to fit in," Claire said softly.
At the detention center, Mavi was invited to an interrogation with Edgeworth. She was interrogating a screaming female who wouldn't give anyone a straight answer, until Mavi lay a hand on her shoulder. The woman instantly gave them an alibi for herself.
The next interrogation was the same - Mavi saved it. As there were no interrogations left, and Mavi had no place to live, Edgeworth took her to his house.
Edgeworth, luckily, lived in a mansion, so he had a spare room for Mavi. He gave her a tour and his dog, Pesu, followed Mavi around everywhere until she sternly told him to go to sleep, which he did.
That night, Mavi was returning from the bathroom after having had a shower, a towel wrapped around her body. Her hair was still wet and she was heading back to her room when Miles Edgeworth bumped into her.
"Oh, s-sorry," he said, blushing.
"That's alright," Mavi said, her face completely red.
They parted ways and Mavi sat in her room for a few hours contemplating things. She locked the door and it took her a few hours before she dropped into dark, dreamless sleep.