I'd sooner put some joy back--

[atrumcanis]

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!

Comments

If I ever start an RP, the overarching plot will be "Rocks fall, you all die."

[mentis_reae]

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 he might slam his hand for emphasis. The best he could do was point at Black and the bike.

"These are all questions which must be answered, and not simply dismissed!"

He crossed his arms once more, and narrowed his eyes, and drew himself up. In a slightly lower tone of voice, he added, "Besides which, Asano's been through a lot. Get her a sidecar, Black; it will be less traumatic for her."