look the game's beginning / these entangled feelings will no longer come apart, things began to move
Who: heavendivided, mentis_reae, killswithapen
When: D-Day, June 6th, Late night. Around 11PM.
Where: Random abandoned warehouse in the Industrial district, as usual.
Summary: The final boss battle. Big Boss has finally everything he needs, including Edgeworth and Light.
Warnings: Restraints, Violence, Blood, Explosions, Character death. Big Boss being a douchebag. Misery all around.
Big Boss didn't lock the heavy metal door as it fell shut behind him with a loud and resounding bang. Instead, he checked his own watch habitually, and counted down the remaining minutes. Seven minutes to eleven. Going by his own experience, one of them should wake up by himself pretty soon; as for the other, he'd aid him a little. He'd waited such a long time - he could wait a few more minutes. In less than an hour, it would all be over anyway.
Nothing lost, nothing gained. Big Boss chewed idly on his lit cigar as he passed by a wooden table and the figure hunched over it in this large, emtpy storage hall. Getting Light here had been kind of a hassle, and had required the help of a certain grumpy immortal cat, who'd been more than just a a steady source of information in these last two weeks. She had also become an irreplacable friend; not the most trustworthy one, but that had always been a risk Big Boss had been willing to take. From her, he'd finally learned where Light kept the note -- a watch that smelled like death -- and while she good at being eyes and ears, she was even better at being his nose.
And a cat could always reach more places than the best, most skilled spy. She'd led him right out of jail and into his arms - he still wasn't entirely sure how she'd done it, what excuses and reasons she'd told him - but in the end, that didn't matter now, he'd have all the time in the world to talk to Shijima about it. Right now, he was working under a timelimit - around 5PM he'd met with Light and said hello with a dart to his head, and at 9PM he'd had a date with Edgeworth. That had been easier. Shortly before Darkness set in, the subway and its stops were always pretty abandoned, so spotting the man and knocking him out with some chloroform had been like a walk in the park. Neither had seen his face, because he didn't want to ruin the surprise. Or the happy reunion.
While he'd been busy tying up Edgeworth and tossing him into the car trunk, Triela had taken care of the set up at the warehouse. He'd given her clear instructions -- watch over this man, knock him out again if he wakes up earlier than expected, rig the building with C4 at its key structure points, then go outside and guard the front door and make sure no one enters, leave the area when I give you the signal, if you don't hear from me, make sure to leave by midnight.
She'd done well, and he'd given her plenty of praise when he came back and sent her outside, and he'd give her even more once this was over; once they had settled this between themselves once and for all. Big Boss sat down on one of the crates in the corner of the hall, behind them, Edgeworth was laying and sleeping like a baby, arms bound in his back, ankles too so he couldn't run; and his mouth was sealed with duct tape. Something someone should have done a long time ago already, now that he thought about it, considering the man.
He didn't deserve an experience like this, but frankly Jack had no idea what else he could do. Just ask him to come with him so he could expose Light? That wouldn't work, Edgeworth was far too stubborn and mistrusting for that. He knew that with this, he'd lost any sympathy the man might have had for him, but that was fine. It's always like this when it comes to the truth, it's often painful. If you wanted to spare others the hurt, you needed to lie, and the lies would end today, that much he had already decided for all three of them.
He took a long drag, his last one, before grounding the smoke out against the crate. Time to get to work. One more hour until D-Day was over, and then he'd have to apologize to Ocelot for not spending his birthday with him, because he had to finish up old business first.
Jack adjusted his coat, closed the last button and reached into a pocket to get out and remove the cork from a small bottle of smelling salts. Two minutes. He placed it right in front of Edgeworth's face, then hopped back over the wooden crate and made his way over to the table and set of chairs he had prepared. He'd given Light a nice seat, he thought, right underneath the dim ceiling light; even left him the watch, a pen in front of him, on the table where his head rested, and spared him any restraints.
Any moment now. No recordings this time, this would be a live show.
When: D-Day, June 6th, Late night. Around 11PM.
Where: Random abandoned warehouse in the Industrial district, as usual.
Summary: The final boss battle. Big Boss has finally everything he needs, including Edgeworth and Light.
Warnings: Restraints, Violence, Blood, Explosions, Character death. Big Boss being a douchebag. Misery all around.
Big Boss didn't lock the heavy metal door as it fell shut behind him with a loud and resounding bang. Instead, he checked his own watch habitually, and counted down the remaining minutes. Seven minutes to eleven. Going by his own experience, one of them should wake up by himself pretty soon; as for the other, he'd aid him a little. He'd waited such a long time - he could wait a few more minutes. In less than an hour, it would all be over anyway.
Nothing lost, nothing gained. Big Boss chewed idly on his lit cigar as he passed by a wooden table and the figure hunched over it in this large, emtpy storage hall. Getting Light here had been kind of a hassle, and had required the help of a certain grumpy immortal cat, who'd been more than just a a steady source of information in these last two weeks. She had also become an irreplacable friend; not the most trustworthy one, but that had always been a risk Big Boss had been willing to take. From her, he'd finally learned where Light kept the note -- a watch that smelled like death -- and while she good at being eyes and ears, she was even better at being his nose.
And a cat could always reach more places than the best, most skilled spy. She'd led him right out of jail and into his arms - he still wasn't entirely sure how she'd done it, what excuses and reasons she'd told him - but in the end, that didn't matter now, he'd have all the time in the world to talk to Shijima about it. Right now, he was working under a timelimit - around 5PM he'd met with Light and said hello with a dart to his head, and at 9PM he'd had a date with Edgeworth. That had been easier. Shortly before Darkness set in, the subway and its stops were always pretty abandoned, so spotting the man and knocking him out with some chloroform had been like a walk in the park. Neither had seen his face, because he didn't want to ruin the surprise. Or the happy reunion.
While he'd been busy tying up Edgeworth and tossing him into the car trunk, Triela had taken care of the set up at the warehouse. He'd given her clear instructions -- watch over this man, knock him out again if he wakes up earlier than expected, rig the building with C4 at its key structure points, then go outside and guard the front door and make sure no one enters, leave the area when I give you the signal, if you don't hear from me, make sure to leave by midnight.
She'd done well, and he'd given her plenty of praise when he came back and sent her outside, and he'd give her even more once this was over; once they had settled this between themselves once and for all. Big Boss sat down on one of the crates in the corner of the hall, behind them, Edgeworth was laying and sleeping like a baby, arms bound in his back, ankles too so he couldn't run; and his mouth was sealed with duct tape. Something someone should have done a long time ago already, now that he thought about it, considering the man.
He didn't deserve an experience like this, but frankly Jack had no idea what else he could do. Just ask him to come with him so he could expose Light? That wouldn't work, Edgeworth was far too stubborn and mistrusting for that. He knew that with this, he'd lost any sympathy the man might have had for him, but that was fine. It's always like this when it comes to the truth, it's often painful. If you wanted to spare others the hurt, you needed to lie, and the lies would end today, that much he had already decided for all three of them.
He took a long drag, his last one, before grounding the smoke out against the crate. Time to get to work. One more hour until D-Day was over, and then he'd have to apologize to Ocelot for not spending his birthday with him, because he had to finish up old business first.
Jack adjusted his coat, closed the last button and reached into a pocket to get out and remove the cork from a small bottle of smelling salts. Two minutes. He placed it right in front of Edgeworth's face, then hopped back over the wooden crate and made his way over to the table and set of chairs he had prepared. He'd given Light a nice seat, he thought, right underneath the dim ceiling light; even left him the watch, a pen in front of him, on the table where his head rested, and spared him any restraints.
Any moment now. No recordings this time, this would be a live show.