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[ March's voicemail message will be the standard sort for a while, and expect replies from him to be slow/strange as he tries to understand this Modern Age.

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[Ah, gossip. Surely that's all this is, yes. Mister March is nothing more than an ambitious hotel owner who likes to be in the know. How could it be anything other than gossip? Words that will never get back to the spoken-of parties, words that will never become more than notes to keep in mind and help fill out his own impressions of people. Definitely a safe thing, that gossip.

His response is curious without being too curious, a man who knows very little coming to a man with great knowledge, eager to learn whatever he's given and not a thing more.]

Do you know a man by the name of Miles Edgeworth? If you do, I'd be delighted to hear your thoughts on him.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I am, in fact -- Mr. Edgeworth and I regularly meet.

[He's a patient. Morse Code, if "Morse" was replaced with "Douche".]

He is a dedicated man, some might even argue that he is obstinate. You know how the True Believers latch onto justice -- or rather, Justice capitalized. That would be Miles Edgeworth. [A beat.] He has suffered in his time here, you know. It is something of a tragedy.

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[Douche Code is the only code March knows, keep it up.]

I see. [Yes, he knows those Justice sorts. But he doesn't know of tragedy, so with a level, near cautious tone he follows with:] What is his tragedy? Something more than being taken from his world and dropped here, I assume.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Ooh, Mr. March, ooh.]

Hmm. [Chilton's dilemma, of course, was that he really wanted March's attention. That alone weighed against his professional ethics like a bar of gold snapping a twig.]

Have you heard of Jonathan Crane? Doctor Crane, as he likes people to call him. Scarecrow as he loves people to call him.

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I have! [Which is all he's going to say on Crane for the moment, simple confirmation.] Something happened between the two of them?

[Note to self: find his new masked buddy later and ask about Miles.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

You could say that, yes. [A beat.] A few of us have been victimized by Jonathan Crane. His sole expertise is fear -- you can imagine how someone with a one-track mind and a severe lack of empathy could hurt people.

That's what he did to Miles.

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[A few of us—that's curious, very curious. Is he using "us" in a general sense or something personal? He wants to know, damn it! But Chilton isn't readily offering, so he'll just store it away. For a rainy, bloody day in the future.]

That is tragic. [Low, morose tones befitting a man who finds the suffering of others absolutely The Worst. It's an easy card to play.] More so for him to be confined to the same world as his tormentor who isn't confined at all, wouldn't you think? Back in my day we didn't have any of these lengthy imprisonments or probation or reduced sentences for good behavior. If you were found guilty for a major crime, you were hanged.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I doubt many would protest Crane being hanged, but as you've rightly pointed out -- such wouldn't do. And not merely because we can be resurrected from death. You'd think that a lifelong sentence would do just as well for the man, but I imagine our government hosts see more value in active imPorts.

No matter the costs.

[Hope the NSA isn't listening.]

Miles hasn't had the easiest time coping with the post-traumatic stress of his torture, no.

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[The NSA is always listening, Nickelback says so.]

You say we can be resurrected from death. So then is there no certain guarantee of the process? This resurrection does not always happen? I must admit when I first heard of it, I thought it unbelievable! Too good to be true.

[Too awful to be true, in his case, but eh. Tomato tomahto. Pardon him taking a side road off Miles but this is stuff a monstrous serial killer needs to know...and fortunately it's just weird and unheard of enough to appeal to anyone who's from a world where the dead stay dead.

Unless they're in a crazy evil hotel, of course. Tomato tomahto.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

I have known individuals who have died and were not resurrected, yes. Typically they were murdered.

[More a correlation than a causation, but the gory detail added contextual spectacle.]

But I suppose most imPorts die violently. Once even Dorian Gray was killed by a toilet.

[Still funny.]

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[Oho, that's some good information there. Yes sirree that is good news for ~the first serial killer~ God bless Frederick Chilton. But then he goes and says that, which draws March up short for a few, confused seconds. Cautiously, trying to make sense of this:]

...a toilet given sentience?

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More or less. It was a magical experience.

[Quite literally, it was Billy Kaplan's magic in flux. Surely not foreshadow for anything else, no indeed.]

Gave Gray more than a mere flush, I can say that.

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[Another pause follows.]

I've heard of many unpleasant deaths in my day, but never one so shitty. Pardon my French.

[Pardon his French and not his horrible joke, yes, priorities are in order with this man.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Chilton, of course, is delighted.]

I'm shocked he hasn't mentioned this to you.

[So shocked.]

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Dorian and I usually have lighter discussion. [Other people suffering = lighter discussion. Your own suffering = dark and terrible times. Though something almost dreamy floats into March's tone when he says Dorian's name. That Dorian, sure is a charmer, wonder who he's taking to the school dance, he could have anyone he wanted, oh that Dorian...] Are the two of you friends? Will you be attending his wedding?

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[A beat. He took note of that enamored tone.]

I haven't decided yet, actually. I do like his soon-to-be spouse, however.

[Tobias. A patient.]

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Tobias is a sweet boy. [Perhaps to balance out Dorian's salt??] If you attend, you attend, and I'd be delighted. If not, I'll see you for Lord Baelish's affair. We've a busy month ahead of us, you and I.

[slightlyoffchilt]

We do indeed.

I look forward to speaking with you again, James.

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And I you, Frederick. I'll set aside a bottle of wine until then.

[Because drinking alone is just sad and drinking together makes eventual murder bonds easier to accomplish. Everyone wins here. But especially the Frederick Chilton of the future.]