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Who: Edgeworth (bluffing_ruffle), Maya (acemedium), and Phoenix (objectiondenied)
When: July 19th. Night.
Where: Brooklyn bridge -> Edgeworth's car -> Phoenix's apartment for Maya -> burgers
Summary: Phoenix is back and needs to catch up with Maya and Edgeworth.
Warnings: Edgeworth has a pretty good right hook.
Format: Whatever works as usual.
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Things were quickly becoming clearer; as if someone had opened the doors to the memories. Faces and names hastily rushing together to form one cohesive seven year old memory of a place that shouldn't exist. He had dismissed it as a dream that day, but the nagging sense that he was forgetting something important bothered him for weeks after that trial, as if remembering it could have stopped the inevitable.
His hand tightened on the railing of the bridge as he took the time to walk down it, well aware of the time and just how long it should take Miles to get there. If he was speeding and Phoenix knew he would be. Even at that age, he was a reckless driver.
(He's going to get himself into an accident one day.)
By the time Edgeworth had arrived, Phoenix was waiting exactly where he had said he would be, hat off. The spikes were ruined and he absently tried to fixed them with one hand before giving up and tucking them both into the pockets of his sweater. It'd have to do.
When: July 19th. Night.
Where: Brooklyn bridge -> Edgeworth's car -> Phoenix's apartment for Maya -> burgers
Summary: Phoenix is back and needs to catch up with Maya and Edgeworth.
Warnings: Edgeworth has a pretty good right hook.
Format: Whatever works as usual.
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Things were quickly becoming clearer; as if someone had opened the doors to the memories. Faces and names hastily rushing together to form one cohesive seven year old memory of a place that shouldn't exist. He had dismissed it as a dream that day, but the nagging sense that he was forgetting something important bothered him for weeks after that trial, as if remembering it could have stopped the inevitable.
His hand tightened on the railing of the bridge as he took the time to walk down it, well aware of the time and just how long it should take Miles to get there. If he was speeding and Phoenix knew he would be. Even at that age, he was a reckless driver.
(He's going to get himself into an accident one day.)
By the time Edgeworth had arrived, Phoenix was waiting exactly where he had said he would be, hat off. The spikes were ruined and he absently tried to fixed them with one hand before giving up and tucking them both into the pockets of his sweater. It'd have to do.