IC Contact

[makethemguilty]

 

[A pleasant-sounding woman's voice will answer your call, telling you who you had the misfortune of dialing. "Hello, you have reached (and there his own demonic voice will be heard): «Manfred von Karma». Please leave a message after the tone."]

 

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[makethemguilty]

[Certainly, once he found that out he might've been disinclined to hand out his name so readily. But he has nothing to fear, regardless. He would not hold back his name simply on the account of paranoia. Edgeworth already knew that he was here, after all.]

Proof? If this virus didn't stem from your device then how did it originate?

Manfred von Karma.

[shifting]

From whoever sent it through me in the first place. I don't know. I don't know computer things.

[that last name sounds familiar]

...Do you know Franziska?

[makethemguilty]

[A suspect answer from a questionable individual. He supposed that he would have to accept that given this wasn't a perfect means of communication.]

Very well...

Why? Of what concern is that to you?

[shifting]

Well you both have the same last name

[makethemguilty]

And?

[shifting]

And I know her.

[makethemguilty]

I am her father. I would've thought that an obvious conclusion by now.

[So he'll spoonfeed him instead. He doesn't owe an explanation of their connection but this is tiresome. Guess not everyone's the brightest crayon in the box.]

[shifting]

I'm supposed to tell that through a surname and a text message?

[makethemguilty]

Merely logic. Which you appear to lack.

[shifting]

Are you always this big a jackass?

[makethemguilty]

Evidently you need to learn manners, as well.

[shifting]

I could say the same.

Have a great night, jerkoff.

[makethemguilty]

Ha! My manners are perfect.

Petty insults are unbecoming, Mister Merlotte.

But have it your way. I have no more time to waste.