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[paridelicto]

Characters: Xelloss, Edgeworth, Grif and Sion.
Setting/Location: Some lucky inn!
Date & Time: Day 0, dawn.
Warnings: This is filthy, perverted stuff.
Summary: I have no idea how to summarize this!

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[bytheking]

Pain. It was the first thing Sion acknowledged and, for a few excruciating seconds, the only thing he acknowledged. It was deep, throbbing, numbing, and blinding all at once - an extremely unpleasant combination. However, even though all that was true (and though it robbed Sion of his senses for one brief moment), he made no noise. His mind knew nothing of his situation, but his body was trained: it knew better than to show weakness. Once whatever it was that agitated his injury removed itself, his breath returned and the pain subsided enough for him to think. That was then he realized his horrors were only just beginning.

And, no, those "horrors" didn't include the fact that two men were lying on top of him, thankyouverymuch. Maybe it did. Just a little.Under normal circumstances Sion's first thoughts would have been about Kazuki. His safety, his well-being, whether he'd eaten or not, or any other everyday (and not-so-everyday) necessity. Right now, unfortunately, he didn't have that luxury. Much as he wanted it, much as it was hard

[paridelicto]

The back of Edgeworth's head connected with the floor--wood, quite solid, and dusty enough to knock his thoughts loose for a moment. For too long a moment, in fact, so that as the other men spoke, all he could hear was a faint hummm, words distant and faraway and completely unrealized. They were words he recognized and should have been able to comprehend, though there was something off about them; the voices and the faces, swimming into focus, were not recognizable. He did not know them. Strangers in a strange room, his head still reeling.

Then, his eyes sharpened, shaking his head slightly to clear it and restore his equilibrium of thought. This unidentified stranger was holding him down, demanding information. His eyes narrowed, body stiffening.

Where was he?

And: Who were these people?

Most importantly: How had been caught so off-guard by their aggressive actions?This was not his area of expertise; such dangerous positions were often delegated to those best equipped to handle them, and Edgeworth himself excelled in dealing

HAY GUISE WHAT'S GOIN ON THIS THRED.....

[wheelwork]

Right at that perfect moment, the door creaked open and an orange helmeted head stuck itself inside. "Hey, can--whoa."

It wasn't his fault he was tired, achey, and lost. Why did he have to be punished like this? All he wanted was to find that helpful maybe-local he had just run in to. Grif thought the guy had ducked in to one of these rooms, but apparently the one he decided to barge in to was not the correct choice.

This was obviously the awkward threesome room, starring either Three Dudes or Two Chicks and a Dude. He hadn't decided yet. "Whoa," he repeated, taking a step back, leaving the door hanging open. "Uh, can't you put a hat on the knob or something? Seriously."

WELL U C SISTER WAS HERE SO..............

[bytheking]

He patiently waited for his captor-turned-captive's response. Now that he wasn't stacked beneath two bodies, it was far easier to get a handle on what was happening - and to remain composed. ... yes, admittedly, he had been a bit unraveled when he woke up. Not to mention a little hasty, a little sloppy, and a little reckless given the stab wound in his side. All the same, he thought back, retracing the steps he took up until this point

[paridelicto]

Now was not the time for idle conversation. Then again, when was? But this was rather more urgent than normal circumstances, as their need to escape was rather more pressing. Still, the dull throbbing at the back of Edgeworth's head made each thought come to him disconnected, essentially useless, questions tangled and without answer. Why had this person attacked him? For what purpose? What had distracted him from the attack, and would it be enough to maintain his distraction so that Edgeworth--and the man beside him--would be able to make their escape? What kind of armor was that?

And why was the man beside him talking to him as though they were companionable? That had not been pre-established; and even on the best of days Edgeworth was not the sort of man who greased any wheels. Unnecessary pleasantries were exactly that: unnecessary. He did not even find them particularly pleasant.

To begin with, he had to start with what he could establish

[wheelwork]

Well, shit. The one (girl? guy? both? who knew anymore) doing the pinning turned her--his--its attention towards him. Grif wasn't sure how to feel about that, and he had all but a handful of seconds to figure it out before the stranger would complete the trip across the room. Whoever it was, they looked kind of... almost-pissed. Angry that Grif had ruined their bump and tumble time, no doubt. The real question was, did the guygirlthing plan on trying to hurt him (ppffff), or trying to throw him in to the manpile?

He wasn't sure. What he was sure of, though, was that any decision made by an androgynous loony stalking around in what appeared to be a hospital gown couldn't possibly be a good one.

"Yea, I don't think so," he insisted while quickly snatching the knob once more and yanking the door shut. Anything to stall his pursuer for a few seconds, right? From there, Grif turned and hightailed it in a show of true bravado.

[bytheking]

Pfff yourself, armorbo - er. Ahem.

He... almost saw that coming - if "almost" meant "not at all." Maybe he should have, and maybe he normally would have, but the important thing was that right now Sion had to stop else he run into that door. Once his foot hit the ground, he used it as an "anchor" point (of sorts) to do a half-turn and half-stop. From there he pressed his back up against the wall nearest to the door. He carefully threw said door open, looked out it (one side then the other. Sort of like crossing the street!), and moved partially into the hall once he felt it was clear. From this position he could see the armored man still making his escape; it was half-reassuring to know that if he left now, he could catch up - however the problem was his worried half. He wasn't in any condition to give chase. Sure, the armor seemed to slow the yellow orange man down, however that meant nothing. Neither did his poor running form. Even if Sion caught up, he'd have lost energy in the run. A lack of energy against an armored, armed