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[Crowley has been on the ship for hours.

The whole business was rather unpleasant, as is being branded like some kind of animal, but all in all, the demon is rather unruffled. Transport into another universe was something of another day's work, though it was an alarming coincidence that it occurred so closely to his greatest victory. Was this his punishment for his involvement with defeating the Leviathan?

Unlikely, the demon decides, and so he goes about his business.

First, it is a matter of discovering his locker, of removing his things, and of disappearing. He has little interest in socializing immediately and, as a result, Crowley vanishes into the shadows to dwell and think -- and, most importantly, learn. Within the hour, Crowley has all he needs to know at his fingertips, and with a flick of his fingers, his comm turns on to broadcast his soft accented English to the Tranquility.]

I'm afraid I require a bit of explanation as to why, exactly, someone thought it would be humorous to shove a Hellhound into a test tube.

[There's an artful pause.]

And also the location of the nearest groomer. This filth is absolutely disgusting.

[There's another three second pause before his own transmission ends.

Let's see who decides to come forward with information about why he, the demon King, is here.]

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That's not uncommon. People often return with no recollection of having been here - and I assume that is what you mean to say? That you've none at all?

I never mean to say anything.

[Crowley says what he says and it is up to other people to worry about interpretation.]

I take it we've met.

I met the prior version of Mr. Crowley, yes. Whether you consider that having met you is altogether up to you.

[A good point, Crowley muses, and he lets it go.]

The pleasure is mine, then.

Quite. Miles Edgeworth; I'm a member of Security.

[Ohhhhhhh, great.]

I suppose this would be the point where I plead my innocence and promise that my dog isn't going to do anything bad.

Why would you feel the need to do that?

It tends to be par for the course with knights in shining armor.

Hmph.

[Edgeworth crosses his arms and tries very, very hard not to feel pleased by that comparison.]

I'm no sort of "knight," sir - merely someone trying to help keep order on this ship. And I'm already acquainted with your dog.

With that dog, not this dog. There's quite a difference.

[With a smirk in his tone.]

How is it one keeps order on this ship?

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