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atrumcanis in sirenspull_logs

I'd sooner put some joy back--

Oct 04, 2010 00:28

Who: atrumcanis & mentis_reae
When: uh I guess this is backdated to October 1, the afternoon.
Where: outside the government office!
Summary: The mystery of flight solved! Is it fairy dust or is it happy little thoughts, like toys at Christmas? Sleigh bells? Sno-- oh shiiiiiit it's a flying motorbike!
Warnings: reckless driving!

( --in this town called malice! )

sirius black, miles edgeworth

Comments 18

mentis_reae October 4 2010, 05:44:06 UTC

Edgeworth had, in point of fact, begun to go back inside. It was, of course, an inconvenience to come out here and then return back into the office; being as he was on the fourth floor, he had to spend far too much time on the stairs - time which could be spent in more productive pursuits. Yet returning back inside was amply worth it to prove to Black that Edgeworth did not stand for being kept waiting and that, if Black were to make an appointment again, he'd keep it ( ... )

aww man that first comment A++++ atrumcanis October 4 2010, 06:00:46 UTC

The touchdown of the bike twisted the front tire against the pavement, as usual--that was entirely to be expected by now, and Sirius made sure to keep as good a hold on it as possible. The first time he'd tried out the motorbike, back at home, he'd fallen straight off and scraped his entire left leg raw. It had been disgusting, like raw meat--patched up very quickly, of course--but he still grinned just thinking about it.

Oh, there was Edgeworth, making his approach. He was wearing that familiar expression, the one he seemed so fond of wearing when Sirius was about. It was almost familiar by now ( ... )

One day I'll have the balls to actually do something like that. I swear. mentis_reae October 4 2010, 06:22:23 UTC

How could Edgeworth even begin? Black wasn't wearing a helmet. He wasn't wearing a helmet in spite of the fact that the motorbike went into midair. There was the fact that the bike was clearly spewing pollutants into the air, and there was the fact that it was a motorbike, of all things - the single most dangerous mode of transportation there was ( ... )

I can only hope to be a part of that beautiful day. Or at least be there to lol. atrumcanis October 4 2010, 14:13:55 UTC

He could hear Edgeworth perfectly well, of course. Even if he hadn't been speaking loudly, Sirius would have been able to hear him, or at least would have been able to discern his meaning. He had been listening to people shout at him over the sound of the motor for some months now, and had trained his ear accordingly. Still, he made a great show of listening, leaning forward.

Not that he would have turned the bike off if he hadn't been able to hear. It would stay on for as long as possible, just to make a point--or at least, for as long as he himself could stand the sound--which might be rather a long time. The growling of the engine was a good clear sound, almost comforting.

"No one ever really needed a helmet--at least, not on this motorbike." He patted the side of it fondly as if it were a horse. It was an effort not to show how pleased he was that Edgeworth was looking at the bike--really looking, too, if the expression on his face was correct--it would be too much to assume that he was digging on it, but at least there was ( ... )

If I ever start an RP, the overarching plot will be "Rocks fall, you all die." mentis_reae October 4 2010, 16:11:07 UTC

Edgeworth cocked a slight eyebrow at the "especially girls' hands" - meaning that he enjoyed all hands to a lesser degree? - but let it pass altogether without comment, as that was a joke that would lead into a quagmire of a conversation with which he would under no circumstances wish to be associated. Instead, he huffed a sigh, crossed his arms, and narrowed his eyes.

"I am not comfortable with that analogy, nor with the general dismissal of magic. Indeed, this is precisely why I object to the word magic in the first place; you simply wave all questions of ambiguity or requests for explanations aside." He raised his chin slightly. "What, precisely, keeps it from falling out of the air. Are there updrafts of air? Does 'magic' create invisible wings? Are there any instances of this 'magic' failing? If you were to fall unconscious, would it fail so that the bike would crash to the ground? Likewise, would it do so if you were to come under attack and the bike were to be damaged?" He wished for a moment that there were a table upon which ( ... )

How avant-garde! How esoteric! You could be the Sarte of the RP world! atrumcanis October 4 2010, 17:03:45 UTC

Sirius sighed hugely and shut off the motorbike--but only so he could put the kickstand in place and climb off of it. And he only climbed off of it to let himself melodramatically flop over the seat, stomach first. His hands trailed on the ground and he left them there, crumpled, useless against the pavement. With a long-suffering sigh, he raised an imploring look up to Edgeworth ( ... )