a legal question. of sorts.

[nicevampireguy]

[ private to Miles Edgeworth ]

Okay. I know you were a lawyer in your world--reality--whatever, and I have no fucking idea if you are a certified lawyer here, but I need some fucking help.

Despite, you know, being dead and all, this place thinks I can inherit property. Specifically, the Nancing Phony, where I was the only employee other than this hulking mammoth called Varric--one of the "lucky" ones who was "released".

Here's the deal. Owning the bar? Whatever--not my first choice, but whatever. The whole reason I started bartending in the first place is it's boring being awake all night with nothing to do, so like, okay, cool, a legitimate job, what the fuck ever.

What is a fucking problem is the shit this guy owes on the place. I can't fucking pay it, and there are bill collectors breathing down my neck almost daily now, and no explanation works! Not "I don't own the bar" not "I don't have the fucking money" not even "I'm actually dead, can you please stop calling".

So... what are my options? There has to be some way to get out of this mess that doesn't involve me signing away the rest of my life because of someone else's fucking debt.

Comments

[milestoturn.livejournal.com]

I suppose there's nothing better for me to do.

We'll start with the most obvious question, Mr. Achenleck. Do you want to keep the bar?

[nicevampireguy]

You think I get to choose?

[milestoturn.livejournal.com]

Since you've already decided you're in need of my services, I believe it's a logical first step.

[nicevampireguy]

I. Oh. Well. Er

[nicevampireguy]

Well there's really nothing better to do with my afterlife, so yeah, I guess I'd like to keep it if it wouldn't put me into debt for like, 30 years.

[milestoturn.livejournal.com]

You don't intend to waste my time, do you?

[nicevampireguy]

Hey! This is a big life decision! I have to think about things, asshole! I can't just be like, hey, I want a fucking bar, hooray for never being able to make ends meet!

[milestoturn.livejournal.com]

There's no need to be vulgar.

My job is to assure that your wishes are met, so first we must evaluate what those are.

[milestoturn.livejournal.com]

Perhaps something can be arranged.

[nicevampireguy]

Gurk. Fine. Whatever.

[nicevampireguy]

... What do you have in mind?

[milestoturn.livejournal.com]

I have a few things in mind. First, speaking to a few choice government agencies, as well as the bank that holds your debt.

If you would bring your information to me as soon as possible, I can see what I can do.

[nicevampireguy]

Er. Sure. Do y'have an office? Or should I just bring all the threatening letters to your apartment?

[milestoturn.livejournal.com]

I haven't found the need.

Bringing them to North 103, and I'll look over them. Include the bank papers, won't you?

[nicevampireguy]

Wait, what bank papers? If it's something that Varric had-- the bar's offices are a little, uh. Untidy?

[milestoturn.livejournal.com]

They will be needed if I'm to extend my services.

[nicevampireguy]

Uh, I'll look, but I'm not entirely sure what I'm looking for here.

[milestoturn.livejournal.com]

Bank statements, notices, anything of that sort.