[WayBacklog~]
· WHO: Miles Edgeworth (iusferendum) and Phoenix Wright (imwrightalways)
· WHAT: Phoenix makes a second attempt to kill Edgeworth, and this time, he succeeds.
· WHERE: Rooming area, the balcony
· WHEN: Remember way back when, during the haunt? November 25th, Night
· HOW: Backlog, closed.
He still couldn’t quite believe it had actually happened.
Phoenix Wright - his childhood friend, who had dedicated his life to becoming an attorney just to find him after they’d been separated, who had persistently written him letters despite their going unanswered for years, who had been his rival, his savior, and his partner in the courtroom as they’d searched together for the ultimate truth - had attacked him. His head still throbbed where the cold steel of the nunchuk had hit him hard enough to make him bleed. He now had a lovely, purple bruise that swelled at his temple and over the side of his head, and his vision still swam when he stood up too quickly.
Since the attack, he’d mostly kept to his room, venturing out only every now and then for a cup of tea or a bit of ice to soothe his aching head. He’d been jumpy, fearing only somewhat unrealistically that Wright or some other nameless attacker would be lurking around every corner, just waiting for him to turn his back and allow an opening for another attack. He was ashamed of his excessive paranoia, but the shock of being attacked by someone he’d thought of as a close friend (despite their recent years apart) had thrown him so completely he was having quite the time getting back his usual self-assurance.
Today had been much the same as the day before: he’d stolen out into the hallway only when he became desperate for the tea that would soothe at least part of his headache, glared at the dismal rain clouds that never let up, and returned to his hovel as quickly as possible. There he sat, staring at the wall, sipping his tea and attempting to keep the unwanted anxieties at bay.
((Omg you guys...Mab actually didn't write a novel this time! :OOO))
· WHAT: Phoenix makes a second attempt to kill Edgeworth, and this time, he succeeds.
· WHERE: Rooming area, the balcony
· WHEN: Remember way back when, during the haunt? November 25th, Night
· HOW: Backlog, closed.
He still couldn’t quite believe it had actually happened.
Phoenix Wright - his childhood friend, who had dedicated his life to becoming an attorney just to find him after they’d been separated, who had persistently written him letters despite their going unanswered for years, who had been his rival, his savior, and his partner in the courtroom as they’d searched together for the ultimate truth - had attacked him. His head still throbbed where the cold steel of the nunchuk had hit him hard enough to make him bleed. He now had a lovely, purple bruise that swelled at his temple and over the side of his head, and his vision still swam when he stood up too quickly.
Since the attack, he’d mostly kept to his room, venturing out only every now and then for a cup of tea or a bit of ice to soothe his aching head. He’d been jumpy, fearing only somewhat unrealistically that Wright or some other nameless attacker would be lurking around every corner, just waiting for him to turn his back and allow an opening for another attack. He was ashamed of his excessive paranoia, but the shock of being attacked by someone he’d thought of as a close friend (despite their recent years apart) had thrown him so completely he was having quite the time getting back his usual self-assurance.
Today had been much the same as the day before: he’d stolen out into the hallway only when he became desperate for the tea that would soothe at least part of his headache, glared at the dismal rain clouds that never let up, and returned to his hovel as quickly as possible. There he sat, staring at the wall, sipping his tea and attempting to keep the unwanted anxieties at bay.
((Omg you guys...Mab actually didn't write a novel this time! :OOO))