Rule number one: Don't mess with Death when she's mad.
Who: Death (the_highcost) and Shikamaru (underachieves)
When: Friday Evening.
Where: Visitors room of police station.
Summary: Mommy is mad.
Warnings: Mentions of death, suicide, and possible drug use, language, etc.
She didn't think it would be this easy to visit him, especially from what she had heard and seen from Edgeworth's post. But it had taken a call to Re-l Mayer; one that she was fine in making, though she wasn't pleased that she had to make it in the first place. But a talk with her had yielded the right results. Shika might not want visitors, but there was one visitor that he couldn't ignore, no matter how much he might want to.
And as selfish a thought as it was to consider him firmly placed in as hers, her ward, in a sense, it had been at least a hundred years since she had decided to be more selfish then usual. So while she may be skirting the rules slightly (not just the usual rules, of course, but the rules she had set up for herself), she was fine with that. He was important to her. She didn't need to hide that.
So as she sat down at the table in the visitors room, Death made sure that she didn't feel any awkwardness at all. She would have preferred just coming to see him like she normally could, but things were different here. That didn't mean the angry energy she was feeling went away, though, and if she felt bad for the police around the area who would be feeling this, she knew it could be worse. The whole island could be feeling this. She glanced at the clock, waiting for Shika to show up.
When: Friday Evening.
Where: Visitors room of police station.
Summary: Mommy is mad.
Warnings: Mentions of death, suicide, and possible drug use, language, etc.
She didn't think it would be this easy to visit him, especially from what she had heard and seen from Edgeworth's post. But it had taken a call to Re-l Mayer; one that she was fine in making, though she wasn't pleased that she had to make it in the first place. But a talk with her had yielded the right results. Shika might not want visitors, but there was one visitor that he couldn't ignore, no matter how much he might want to.
And as selfish a thought as it was to consider him firmly placed in as hers, her ward, in a sense, it had been at least a hundred years since she had decided to be more selfish then usual. So while she may be skirting the rules slightly (not just the usual rules, of course, but the rules she had set up for herself), she was fine with that. He was important to her. She didn't need to hide that.
So as she sat down at the table in the visitors room, Death made sure that she didn't feel any awkwardness at all. She would have preferred just coming to see him like she normally could, but things were different here. That didn't mean the angry energy she was feeling went away, though, and if she felt bad for the police around the area who would be feeling this, she knew it could be worse. The whole island could be feeling this. She glanced at the clock, waiting for Shika to show up.