Dream ✍ 004
Warning: Javert and Romance? WTF? Blame the recent forced AU.
Effects: Contrary to the video, viewers will not feel satisfied, happy, or elated. They will not feel love. Instead they will first feel anxiety, confusion, anger, breathlessness... then a sated calm. Emotion will match italicized segments.
"Hold this."
[The video feed flickered like the reel of an old film. The image was grainy and out of focus. Two blurry shapes emerged from the haze, a hint of white frills rimming the bottom of the feed, a full moon shining high overhead.]
"Ngh--! A warning would have been nice, Officer."
[Jostle flicker rummage spin. The camera-man cast a withering lineface into the lens. Again it spun and refocused on a tall figure several feet away. The colors became clear: yellow-orange from the street lamp, red in an extended arm, lacy white of a cravat, mostly black on the sepulchral groom. The time-stamp in the corner read JUNE 07 12:18:04.]
"Nice, but unnecessary. You performed admirably. Good enough for a first baseman, Prosecutor. Or enough to avoid my woman's wrath."
[A youthful Javert was standing on a bridge in Somni City dressed in a clean suit. Behind the camera stood Miles Edgeworth, evidenced by the flash of a maroon-jacketed arm and a few well-phrased and sophisticated sarcastic remarks into the camera. The bride was late. Some feminine want and need to look primped for a silly 20 minutes of vows, no doubt. A smirk bloomed on the groom's face; he exchanged dry words with his work associate. He casually leaned over the parapet--]
A melancholic moonbeam illuminated him, dressed in a battered greatcoat and old hat. Gunshots and the remnants of a fierce battle sounded over the Seine.
[--and watched the moon glimmer high overhead. The camera jerked, and the designated recorder nearly tripped over the rail. But when she emerged on the walkway 15 minutes later, the wait was worth it. She was by no means traditional. There was not a single flicker of white on her body. She wore a sleek black dress to match his suit, more than enough for their hasty decision that day. He rose from the rail and took her arm in his.--]
Fevered writing at a desk. His signature was deep and dark, the ink staining through the paper to the wood. He left the letter there.
[--They were ready. The ceremony was swift. Prosecutor Edgeworth was the only witness, and even then, the camera jostled in the middle of the recording and abruptly shut off for several seconds during an embarrassing slip on a rock. The prosecutor wasn't certain whether to be elated for the couple's harried elope or to recommend disapprovingly against it until they have had a chance to clear their heads. But Javert's head was perfectly clear, and once he made a decision, he kept with it poised and calm; Edgeworth understood that well. The scientist woman didn't seem to mind. Perhaps it was his eccentric actions that attracted her so much. They held the rings in hand, silence stretching between them. The licensed marriage official cleared his throat.]
"And now for the exchanging of vows."
[Javert cast a quick glance to the official and bent his head skyward in supposed thoughtfulness. He began in a deep, lumbering monotone,]
"Miss Hunter, you take my breath away..."
[The bride gave him a sharp slap. Edgeworth spluttered.]
"Is he at all serious about this? What in the world was he thinking?"
[The groom took it in stride, grinning broadly. He grasped her hand in his, their gazes locked as they exchanged stolid vows. It was almost romantic, the candles beside them flickering--]
He was back on the bridge, the moon illuminating an unshadowed face. He placed his hat on the parapet beside him and in a burst of sudden motivation, climbed up.
[--The rings were exchanged, the business sealed with a soft kiss. The young newlyweds faced Edgeworth - and the camera - for the low-budget commemorative photos, arms entwined, both aglow with matching knowing, satisfied almost-smiles. Javert barely restrained a roll of his eyes. The maroon arm extended several times more, carefully setting the camcorder aside on the ground while the Polaroids and film cameras flashed--]
And the moonlight strobed until he disappeared off the wrong side of the rail, breathless as a fish out of water.
[--The newly-pronounced Mr. Eugène Javert and Mrs. Naomi Javert fled the scene. The husband mumbled a humble note of gratitude to the prosecutor and uttered an earnest debt in his name before he melted into the shadows with his wife.]
Effects: Contrary to the video, viewers will not feel satisfied, happy, or elated. They will not feel love. Instead they will first feel anxiety, confusion, anger, breathlessness... then a sated calm. Emotion will match italicized segments.
"Hold this."
[The video feed flickered like the reel of an old film. The image was grainy and out of focus. Two blurry shapes emerged from the haze, a hint of white frills rimming the bottom of the feed, a full moon shining high overhead.]
"Ngh--! A warning would have been nice, Officer."
[Jostle flicker rummage spin. The camera-man cast a withering lineface into the lens. Again it spun and refocused on a tall figure several feet away. The colors became clear: yellow-orange from the street lamp, red in an extended arm, lacy white of a cravat, mostly black on the sepulchral groom. The time-stamp in the corner read JUNE 07 12:18:04.]
"Nice, but unnecessary. You performed admirably. Good enough for a first baseman, Prosecutor. Or enough to avoid my woman's wrath."
[A youthful Javert was standing on a bridge in Somni City dressed in a clean suit. Behind the camera stood Miles Edgeworth, evidenced by the flash of a maroon-jacketed arm and a few well-phrased and sophisticated sarcastic remarks into the camera. The bride was late. Some feminine want and need to look primped for a silly 20 minutes of vows, no doubt. A smirk bloomed on the groom's face; he exchanged dry words with his work associate. He casually leaned over the parapet--]
A melancholic moonbeam illuminated him, dressed in a battered greatcoat and old hat. Gunshots and the remnants of a fierce battle sounded over the Seine.
[--and watched the moon glimmer high overhead. The camera jerked, and the designated recorder nearly tripped over the rail. But when she emerged on the walkway 15 minutes later, the wait was worth it. She was by no means traditional. There was not a single flicker of white on her body. She wore a sleek black dress to match his suit, more than enough for their hasty decision that day. He rose from the rail and took her arm in his.--]
Fevered writing at a desk. His signature was deep and dark, the ink staining through the paper to the wood. He left the letter there.
[--They were ready. The ceremony was swift. Prosecutor Edgeworth was the only witness, and even then, the camera jostled in the middle of the recording and abruptly shut off for several seconds during an embarrassing slip on a rock. The prosecutor wasn't certain whether to be elated for the couple's harried elope or to recommend disapprovingly against it until they have had a chance to clear their heads. But Javert's head was perfectly clear, and once he made a decision, he kept with it poised and calm; Edgeworth understood that well. The scientist woman didn't seem to mind. Perhaps it was his eccentric actions that attracted her so much. They held the rings in hand, silence stretching between them. The licensed marriage official cleared his throat.]
"And now for the exchanging of vows."
[Javert cast a quick glance to the official and bent his head skyward in supposed thoughtfulness. He began in a deep, lumbering monotone,]
"Miss Hunter, you take my breath away..."
[The bride gave him a sharp slap. Edgeworth spluttered.]
"Is he at all serious about this? What in the world was he thinking?"
[The groom took it in stride, grinning broadly. He grasped her hand in his, their gazes locked as they exchanged stolid vows. It was almost romantic, the candles beside them flickering--]
He was back on the bridge, the moon illuminating an unshadowed face. He placed his hat on the parapet beside him and in a burst of sudden motivation, climbed up.
[--The rings were exchanged, the business sealed with a soft kiss. The young newlyweds faced Edgeworth - and the camera - for the low-budget commemorative photos, arms entwined, both aglow with matching knowing, satisfied almost-smiles. Javert barely restrained a roll of his eyes. The maroon arm extended several times more, carefully setting the camcorder aside on the ground while the Polaroids and film cameras flashed--]
And the moonlight strobed until he disappeared off the wrong side of the rail, breathless as a fish out of water.
[--The newly-pronounced Mr. Eugène Javert and Mrs. Naomi Javert fled the scene. The husband mumbled a humble note of gratitude to the prosecutor and uttered an earnest debt in his name before he melted into the shadows with his wife.]