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[shroudedinsecrecy]

 

"This is Iris.  I'm so sorry I missed your call.  As soon as I'm able, I promise to get back to you."

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voice.

[pollygrapher]

Iris? This is Apollo Justice. Were you able to find some place to stay after we left the game?

voice.

[shroudedinsecrecy]

Hello, Mr. Justice.

And, actually...yes, I was able to find an apartment not too long after. Why do you ask?

voice.

[pollygrapher]

Just wanted to make sure. Someone else I met the first day had some trouble.

[A pause, and then he adds:] I'm checking up on everyone from our world.

Voice

[cresthopes]

Iris-san? Are you there?

Remember when you said you would teach me how to meditate? I think I could really use it right now.

Voice

[shroudedinsecrecy]

[The way his voice sounded...]

Of course I'm here, Takeru. You can come over whenever you like.

What's wrong?

text;

[stagewright]

[ on a mission of her own creation ]

Hey, Iris! How are you today?

text;

[shroudedinsecrecy]

[She is obviously none the wiser.]

Hello, Trucy! I'm doing well. Thank you for asking.

What about you? How are you doing?

text.

[psycholawgy]

SOS!!!

text.

[shroudedinsecrecy]

[GASP!]

Athena? What is it? What's wrong?

Voice

[cresthopes]

Iris-san? Are you there?

Guess what happened? I think we can get our story published on the newspaper!

Voice

[shroudedinsecrecy]

The...newspaper?

[That was unexpected!]

Text / on her birthday

[bewrightback]

[Sometime before lunch on her birthday, Phoenix shoots her a text.]

Hello Iris. : )

How are you feeling today? Are you hungry right now?

[shroudedinsecrecy]

Hello Feenie! : )

I'm doing well. And no, I haven't eaten yet. I was just getting ready to make lunch, actually.

anon text during the festival.

[psycholawgy]

My dearest Iris, do you want a boyfriend?
Here is a picture of a charming young man. Perhaps you're interested in him?

anon, why

[shroudedinsecrecy]

[There was a long, long delay in response. Not because she was busy or had been kidnapped or was out on a date or anything like that. Oh, no.]

[She just couldn't figure out how to stop blushing long enough to come up with an adequate response.]

No, thank you.

[Perfect.]

Action/day of the festival

[bewrightback]

[At some point late in the festival, Phoenix searches the entire area looking for Iris, armed with a bouquet of her favorite flowers. He's hoping to find her soon! While he's still riding the adrenaline rush from that texting episode!]

[shroudedinsecrecy]

[All things considered, Iris was genuinely enjoying herself.]

[Most of the initial paranoia had passed. She was no longer worried about being kidnapped and sold off as a prize, or frightening monsters popping out at her, or anything more than attempting to defeat the current enemy standing before her now.]

[It was a racing game. Sort of. At the sound of the bell, she and a few others were meant to aim their respective water guns at a small target with the intention of getting their dolphin over to the other size of the "ocean" as quickly as possible. It involved toy guns, yes, but so long as they weren't firing actual bullets or weren't meant to cause any harm, Iris didn't mind wielding one.]

[Besides that...she was actually fairly good, in that her hands were steady and her focus was intense and she hardly blinked once throughout the entire race. As such, it was of little surprise that, at the end, her dolphin was able to cross the finish line first, earning her a small light that went off at the top of her station, and having the vender pass over her prize: a cute dolphin hat, which she was surprisingly willing to put on the moment she received it. With a bright smile and only the slightest hint of blush at the attention.]

Not here; Casually digging her own grave tbh. Set after Iris's network post...

[fairbrook]

( Late in the afternoon, whenever Iris returns home, she will find a curious parcel at the door. Inside, she will find a boxed collection of Jane Auten novels, and a handwritten note which reads: )

Miss Iris,

There are instances I feel I might come across as rather harsh. Believe me when I say that when I state my criticisms, it is because I believe you may benefit from them as a result. If you feel I have been at all, cruel, it was unintentionally done. Please accept this gift as an apology. They seemed like something you would enjoy.

Sir Hellsing

( She's trying so hard, okay. )

[shroudedinsecrecy]

[Personal feelings aside, Iris wouldn't have thought that such an interaction were in need of such a gift, yet..]

[...]

[...she would accept Sir Hellsing's anyway, and even crack open the first book on top of the pile. And, because the universe was apparently conspiring against everyone involved...the novel she chose was Emma.]

action; post... iris' and phoenix's posts combined!

[sortileges]

[ Really it started with birthday gift shopping for a bunch of people, but he's finding that having time and money here means he's spending more time going out of his way to have more stuff. There are other reasons that contribute, of course, but it's partly why he's gone shopping for himself today as well. (It's also because he spilled coffee down himself and ruined his t-shirt, but Iris doesn't need to know that!!)

When he sees her walking down the street in the opposite direction he doesn't hesitate to wave at her, calling out at the same time. ]

Iris! [ Well, at least he has a name to use now. ] I wasn't expecting to see you out and about here. [ At the shopping district? Maybe. He's loaded up with a few bags, but it could be worse. ]

action;

[shroudedinsecrecy]

[At the sound of her name, Iris turned. Surprised, at first--she hadn't planned on encountering anyone while she was out shopping--which soon melted into a warm smile. Once she realized who it was.]

Hello, Merlin. [Yes, this whole knowing his name thing was much easier. Highly recommended.] I suppose I could say the same.

[She glanced down at his few bags, compared to the single paper one hanging off her arm.]

I was just out looking for a new dress.

right after the interlude

[bewrightback]

[Once Phoenix was free and regained his bearings, he was quickly trying to check up on others and make sure that they weren't taken away as well.

One of the first numbers he called was Iris's, of course, and he tried to make his way to her apartment at the same time.]

Iris? Iris, are you there? [Please pick up. Please...!]

[shroudedinsecrecy]

[It will...actually take a bit of time before Iris can properly respond. Not too long. A few minutes' difference, but in moments like those, minutes can feel like hours...]

[More noteably, when she does pick up, the faint sounds of people in the background could be heard. Like she were outdoors. Her voice, though a bit shaken, sounded steady and lacking in physical pain.]

F...feenie?

I'm...I'm here.

event; at the gym...I write quality starters

[prosecutory]

[Believe it or not, Iris, but that man in red shorts lifting himself out of the swimming pool right now is...

Yes. It's who you think it is, gray hair and all. His body is slightly muscled from all the training and self-defense he's learned, and strangely, he has a scar on his stomach. If...one ever focused on that.

There's a ghostly, malnourished cat nearby giving the pool a wide berth, not that anyone could see it.

Pushing wet hair away from his face, Edgeworth notices her first.]

...Iris?

A++ quality

[shroudedinsecrecy]

[She didn't notice at first, because she hadn't been looking.]

[Iris was well aware that there were some who used the pool. More than once, she'd contemplated it herself. During a time in which there weren't so many around. So she could have privacy without embarrassment. Though she had yet to purchase a swimsuit, her eyes still drifted towards the area on her way to work every so often.]

[And on that particular day...]

[Iris?]

[Someone was calling her name. She turned to see who it was. And froze. Staring for several long seconds in a slight slack-jawed shock. Until she realized she was staring. And what she was staring at. And whom.]

I...Mr. Edgeworth...

[Her face turned about as red as his shorts, and she averted her eyes.]

F-forgive me. I...didn't know...you were...um...