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ACE ATTORNEY SCRAPBOOK
Chapter 7: Baggage
Case Tag: 6-5 (Turnabout Revolution)
Quote:
EDGEWORTH:
I'm afraid she employed the old "Let's Stow Away in Mr. Edgeworth's Suitcase" trick.
APOLLO:
Whaaaaat?!
EDGEWORTH:
Though it certainly explained why my suitcase was so heavy.
NICK:
Tell me you at least noticed it was heavier than usual.
May 18, 2028, 7:30pm
Tehm'pul Hoh'tel Hotel
He had not been designed for physical labor. Chief Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth clenched his jaw tightly as he lugged his suitcase into his hotel room. He, of course, would be staying at a local Khura'inese hotel, Tehm'pul Hoh'tel, while Phoenix Wright, Apollo Justice, Athena Cykes and Dhurke Sahdmadhi would be ruffing it in some less than high class hotel (though, knowing his good friend, Phoenix, that probably meant sleeping bags on the cold stone floors of Tehm'pul Temple since he hadn't made arrangements prior to arriving in Khura'in like Edgeworth did).
That being said, the hotels in this land, apparently, didn't have bellhops at the ready like back in the States, forcing Edgeworth to have to bring his own bags up to his room. He was only on the second floor of the hotel, though, by the time he reached his room, it seemed like he was on the 99th floor. His suitcase felt so heavy and, after bringing it up the stairwell, Edgeworth's arms were sore and wobbly like gelatin. But he made it.
The hotel room was clean and quaint. It had a rustic feel, though that seemed to be the common theme throughout the entire country. It reminded Edgeworth of the décor and style of cultures in Asia, with the Asian country of Zheng Fa being one of the many locations that he visited during his work abroad. Dropping his carry-on bag consisting of toiletries and other necessities into the in-suite restroom, Edgeworth then dragged his large suitcase full of his suits, vests, cravats and other clothing essentials, through the intimate living room and into the adjoining bedroom. It took some additional effort on his part, but Edgeworth successfully picked the suitcase up and dropped it on the bed.
Letting out an exhausted breath, Edgeworth sat down on the bed and removed his ebony colored, custom made straight-from-Italy and obviously expensive dress shoes, and placed them neatly next to the cherry oak wood nightstand to the right of the bed. There wasn't much more that they could do that evening, save for preparing for the trial the next day. It was no use gallivanting around Khura'in all evening and then coming into court the next day completely exhausted and unable to execute a proper defense. That wouldn't do any good for anyone, especially not with the Defense Culpability Act in place. So, following a light dinner, the group bid each other good night and retired to their respective resting places for the evening.
After an hours long flight, the stress of the incident with Maya and his concerns about the impending trial, needless to say, Edgeworth was exhausted. Normally not one to ever sleep in his day clothes, he considered making an exception to this personal preference and just taking off his glasses and curling up under the covers as is. However, it appeared that his pajamas had other plans.
Zzzzipp...
Edgeworth immediately lifted his head from the pillow he was resting on and looked down at his suitcase. He could have sworn he just heard the zipper move, though that would be an impossibility. I must be overly tired, Edgeworth reasoned with himself. That's probably why I think I heard the zipper move. A staunch supporter of logic, that was a very reasonable explanation for hearing the zipper on his suitcase move. Then again, being friends with someone like Phoenix Wright had taught Edgeworth that there wasn't always a logical answer to everything.
Zzzzzzzzzziiippppp...
This time, Edgeworth knew that it wasn't his mind playing tricks on him in a fog of exhaustion. He clearly heard the zipper move. Sitting up, Edgeworth scrutinized the part of the suitcase that was facing him and found, much to his dismay, that the zipper had, in fact, moved, as part of the suitcase was now opened.
"What in the world?" he muttered to himself.
Edgeworth sat quietly on the bed, his eyes completely focused on the suitcase in an attempt to catch the zipper in the act. That thought caused the prosecutor to frown. I'm sitting here waiting to see if the zipper on my luggage moves,he considered. I've been spending too much time with Wri-
Before he could even finish his thought, right before his eyes, the zipper moved again. Edgeworth lunged forward and grabbed a hold of the pull tab, holding it tightly in its position.
"Hey!" a muffled voice retorted.
Edgeworth blinked. Did an inanimate object just...talk?
"Let me out, Uncle Miles!" the muffled voice continued.
Uncle Miles?! There was only one person that referred to him in such a manner. Releasing the zipper tab, the suitcase fully unzipped itself and the cover flipped open, revealing a very unexpected stowaway.
"Ta-da!" Trucy announced cheerily as she popped up from the suitcase.
"Trucy!" Edgeworth gasped in disbelief. "What?!"
Trucy unfolded herself from the suitcase and stretched out on the bed.
"Sorry, Uncle Miles, but I just had to come to Khura-in!" she explained nonchalantly. "Daddy wanted me to stay home but I couldn't. I had to come to help Polly with Dhurke and Daddy with Miss Maya!"
"Right, but why, pray tell, did you stuff yourself into my suitcase?!"
"Well, Daddy's suitcase is kind of old and lumpy. I figured yours would be nice and comfortable and I was right! Plus, your suits and your cravats make nice pillows."
Edgeworth closed his eyes and removed his glasses, rubbing his temples slowly. He suddenly had a headache. Even though she was adopted, Trucy was definitely Wright's daughter.