[The mirror Iris stands in front of reflects the cozy image of 221B Baker Street, and a fan of a certain series of mystery stories might spot enough things to deduce the address. It's not exactly what's usually described, though.
In the main room is the great detective himself, Herlock Shomes. With him is a much smaller Iris, probably no more than seven, carrying a pink bear doll under one arm. She refers to him as "Daddy". He motions her to sit on the sofa, and she hops on it. He sits in the nearby armchair, and after a moment a very difficult conversation plays out.
Poor Iris is clearly quite shocked as he informs her that he's not really her father. He tries to soften the blow with additional information; he told her now because he knew she was astute enough to figure it out and he wouldn't be able to hide it from her. He also promises that when the time is right, he'll tell her about her real father.
It may be a relief when the image of her upset little face blurs, and another moment in that dwelling begins. It's later, but not by much. Perhaps it's even the same day. Sholmes speaks to her, and in her response, she now calls him "Hurley". This time you get to watch him be completely shocked, but after a bit he seems to silently accept it.
The present-day Iris looks very ashamed and guilty as she watches these scenes.]
I'm so sorry, Hurley...
I B.
[There's a ten-year-old wandering the streets of Reverein who looks awfully similar to Iris. Physically, she's identical. That's about the only similarity in their appearance, though. This child is dressed in the fanciest Victorian finery, holding a matching parasol to block the sun. Her hair is nicely styled, but much more conventionally. She walks slowly with perfectly practiced posture, and will occasionally address anyone who happens to pass by. The kindness also seems to carry over to this version of her, at least.]
Excuse me. Would you please let my mummy know where I am? We've gotten separated somehow, and I do hate to worry her.
[Meanwhile, your regularly scheduled steampunk Iris is hurrying about trying to find out what she should do about this copy. You might run into her trying to gather intel or trying to carefully trail the clone without being noticed.]
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[Want to do something else? Iris will be in Reverein, but otherwise have at it! You can contact me at kaitodoushi or on Discord @ belinsk if you'd like to discuss anything.]
Iris Wilson | The Great Ace Attorney
[The mirror Iris stands in front of reflects the cozy image of 221B Baker Street, and a fan of a certain series of mystery stories might spot enough things to deduce the address. It's not exactly what's usually described, though.
In the main room is the great detective himself, Herlock Shomes. With him is a much smaller Iris, probably no more than seven, carrying a pink bear doll under one arm. She refers to him as "Daddy". He motions her to sit on the sofa, and she hops on it. He sits in the nearby armchair, and after a moment a very difficult conversation plays out.
Poor Iris is clearly quite shocked as he informs her that he's not really her father. He tries to soften the blow with additional information; he told her now because he knew she was astute enough to figure it out and he wouldn't be able to hide it from her. He also promises that when the time is right, he'll tell her about her real father.
It may be a relief when the image of her upset little face blurs, and another moment in that dwelling begins. It's later, but not by much. Perhaps it's even the same day. Sholmes speaks to her, and in her response, she now calls him "Hurley". This time you get to watch him be completely shocked, but after a bit he seems to silently accept it.
The present-day Iris looks very ashamed and guilty as she watches these scenes.]
I'm so sorry, Hurley...
I B.
[There's a ten-year-old wandering the streets of Reverein who looks awfully similar to Iris. Physically, she's identical. That's about the only similarity in their appearance, though. This child is dressed in the fanciest Victorian finery, holding a matching parasol to block the sun. Her hair is nicely styled, but much more conventionally. She walks slowly with perfectly practiced posture, and will occasionally address anyone who happens to pass by. The kindness also seems to carry over to this version of her, at least.]
Excuse me. Would you please let my mummy know where I am? We've gotten separated somehow, and I do hate to worry her.
[Meanwhile, your regularly scheduled steampunk Iris is hurrying about trying to find out what she should do about this copy. You might run into her trying to gather intel or trying to carefully trail the clone without being noticed.]
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[Want to do something else? Iris will be in Reverein, but otherwise have at it! You can contact me at