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[soldiershin]

Who: mentis_reae and soldiershin
When: Jan. 27th-ish (backdated horribly)
Where: In front of Skye? Around the area? Those whereabouts.
Summary: Jomy's released from the hospital, runs into Edgeworth. They talk. Shenanigans.
Warnings: None, probably. Action log!

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[mentis_reae]

[Edgeworth has his collar turned up to the cold, his hands in his pockets, and his shoulders hunched. For once, it's not a Newcomer he's going to visit at Skye; rather, it's someone who was injured in a completely unrelated case. And yet, given the number of casualties among them - he has no doubt that he'll run into someone he knows. Perhaps someone he didn't even know was here. That was the way things worked.

He walked with his head down, shoulders squared, pace quick - and he nearly walked right into Jomy Marquis Shin.

He looked up to apologize, and then blinked.]

Ah - Mr. Shin...?

[soldiershin]

[ He's gotten to the point of committing the necessary directions to memory and putting his NV away when Edgeworth seems to show up in his sphere of awareness. Crushing the instinct to take a step backward, he holds his ground, forcing his eyes upward. There's really no mistaking who that mind belongs to, but there's still enough surprise left over for him to blink back in a way of response. ]

Edgeworth. Hello. [ A beat. ] I'm sorry, am I in your way?

[mentis_reae]

Ah - no.

[Well. That is not altogether truthful. Edgeworth grimaces self-consciously and corrects himself:]

Ah, that is...After a manner of speaking, but - do not concern yourself. Are you all right?

[soldiershin]

Yes, I'm fine.

[ He's getting there. Though, that's a question he wants to ask Edgeworth himself. People came to Skye for only one reason. Usually. ]

And yourself? Were you - are you - ill? [ Sliding a step to the side, making way into the building. Not going to hold him up if that's the case. ]

[mentis_reae]

[He shakes his head.]

No, certainly not. I'm...

[His speech slows as his NV in his pocket vibrates. He pulls it out - and then his jaw tightens, just a bit, and his brow furrows. The witness is apparently already at AGI. Anger boils within him.]

Headed nowhere, it seems.

[soldiershin]

[ It's a dull throb, poking at him from the back of his mind. It doesn't feel as sharp he's used to it feeling, but if there are a few things he can ascertain even through this haze, it's anger. (Anger, fear, and hate, most likely. But this was definitely anger.)

His brows also furrow.

Is everything alright? is a stupid question. ]

. . . let's step inside.

[mentis_reae]

[He clenches his teeth and tries to force his anger away.]

Are you not headed somewhere?

[soldiershin]

[ That seems to do the trick, and that makes him blink. Huh. He's turning to eye Edgeworth's expression instead- carefully, not as sure as he'd like to be. ]

I was heading home. Though I wouldn't be adverse to some food, if you wouldn't mind joining me.

[mentis_reae]

Ah -

[A burst of awkward uncertainty, but...He nods.]

All right.

[soldiershin]

Ah- really? [ A blink. Unexpected. ]

Are you in the mood for anything in particular?

[mentis_reae]

[He shakes his head, then suggests,]

Soup, perhaps.

[soldiershin]

[ An incline of head, he adjusts his clothing a little in hopes of better trapping heat. ]

There's a small cafe near here, I believe. Would that be alright?

[mentis_reae]

Indeed. Can you lead the way, or shall I look it up on my NV?

[soldiershin]

Er. [ A beat. ] If you could look. . .?

[mentis_reae]

[Edgeworth nods, and then pulls out his NV to look it up. He types slowly, painstakingly, and exclusively with his right hand; in time he looks up and nods.]

This way, it seems.

[soldiershin]

[ That's a detail that catches his attention, if only because it's so peculiar. Eyes swinging down at Edgeworth's left hand, he only looks up when the man speaks. ]

Alright. Lead the way.