Sharing your win with esoterics, paranoids, hysterics--
Who: neargenius & mentis_reae
When: FOWARD DATED LIKE MAD to the evening of Friday, July 23rd.
Where: that place that everyone has to visit at least once, a.k.a. Edgeworth's apartment.
Summary: A chess game that's been several weeks in coming. Or is it six months? Well, anyways, they're going to play chess and probably talk about Important Stuff and Debate Important Stuff Like Justice and use game analogies and get irritated.
Warnings: THE USUAL EDGEWORTH WARNINGS. THE FOLLOWING MAY CONTAIN SCENES THAT WILL BE TOO INTENSE FOR YOUNG CHILDREN. ET CETERA.
It seemed relatively safe, but then again, it seemed stupid to worry about safety in the current situation.
The worst thing--Kira, knowing their names and faces--was already true. There almost wasn't a point to secrecy any more. It was like playing poker with transparent cards, only Kira's cards were silightly obstructed. And now it was a new game.
Back to making allies again; back to playing and moving pieces. Align with Edgeworth and his justice, Light had said, and all without knowing how close to the truth that was. Near didn't plan on any sort of allegiance--that was an unnecessary concept, something that he didn't apply to himself, and it wouldn't get him far with Edgeworth, anyways. There wasn't a point to allegiance. But alignment for the purposes of working together, in a looser way--that was possible. It wasn't the justice of it, though that was necessary, here. It was the same purpose as always: stopping Kira.
Being in an apartment that belong to someone else was unsettling enough as it was. He'd left his shoes beside the front door like a good guest--though really, it was more to facilitate his thought process than out of any sort of respect. Allowing Near to explore first had been a type of "good faith"--nothing to hide. It wasn't that Near thought that Edgeworth had anything to hide; more, it was a certain paranoia, and a certain need to understand as much as possible before entering the situation. And there wasn't much to explore--a relatively Spartan and simple place. But that was to be expected--though the books were slightly interesting.
When he had finished looking around--no longer than ten minutes, curiosity vaguely satisfied for the moment--Near took up a post on the floor, some distance from the door but with a clear vantage point. Mello would be outside somewhere. There was a strange sort of comfort in that knowledge--back-up, in a way. Near settled himself on the floor, hunching his shoulders and drawing his knees up to his chest. It felt strange, to be here at all, without a mask, without anything. After a moment of complete stillness, he reached into his pocket and took out one of his robots. It was carefully laid on the floor, then Near tucked his hands away again, pushing his chin forward against his knees to hide most of his face. Only his eyes were visible beneath the fringe of his bangs, and he blinked a little owlishly at the front door, waiting.
When: FOWARD DATED LIKE MAD to the evening of Friday, July 23rd.
Where: that place that everyone has to visit at least once, a.k.a. Edgeworth's apartment.
Summary: A chess game that's been several weeks in coming. Or is it six months? Well, anyways, they're going to play chess and probably talk about Important Stuff and Debate Important Stuff Like Justice and use game analogies and get irritated.
Warnings: THE USUAL EDGEWORTH WARNINGS. THE FOLLOWING MAY CONTAIN SCENES THAT WILL BE TOO INTENSE FOR YOUNG CHILDREN. ET CETERA.
It seemed relatively safe, but then again, it seemed stupid to worry about safety in the current situation.
The worst thing--Kira, knowing their names and faces--was already true. There almost wasn't a point to secrecy any more. It was like playing poker with transparent cards, only Kira's cards were silightly obstructed. And now it was a new game.
Back to making allies again; back to playing and moving pieces. Align with Edgeworth and his justice, Light had said, and all without knowing how close to the truth that was. Near didn't plan on any sort of allegiance--that was an unnecessary concept, something that he didn't apply to himself, and it wouldn't get him far with Edgeworth, anyways. There wasn't a point to allegiance. But alignment for the purposes of working together, in a looser way--that was possible. It wasn't the justice of it, though that was necessary, here. It was the same purpose as always: stopping Kira.
Being in an apartment that belong to someone else was unsettling enough as it was. He'd left his shoes beside the front door like a good guest--though really, it was more to facilitate his thought process than out of any sort of respect. Allowing Near to explore first had been a type of "good faith"--nothing to hide. It wasn't that Near thought that Edgeworth had anything to hide; more, it was a certain paranoia, and a certain need to understand as much as possible before entering the situation. And there wasn't much to explore--a relatively Spartan and simple place. But that was to be expected--though the books were slightly interesting.
When he had finished looking around--no longer than ten minutes, curiosity vaguely satisfied for the moment--Near took up a post on the floor, some distance from the door but with a clear vantage point. Mello would be outside somewhere. There was a strange sort of comfort in that knowledge--back-up, in a way. Near settled himself on the floor, hunching his shoulders and drawing his knees up to his chest. It felt strange, to be here at all, without a mask, without anything. After a moment of complete stillness, he reached into his pocket and took out one of his robots. It was carefully laid on the floor, then Near tucked his hands away again, pushing his chin forward against his knees to hide most of his face. Only his eyes were visible beneath the fringe of his bangs, and he blinked a little owlishly at the front door, waiting.