It's Raining Knives and Daggers Run For Your Life;
Who: Yazoo, Kadaj, Miles Edgeworth.
When: Forward dated to the night of the 13th
Where: Edgeworth's Office >D
Summary: Edgeworth learns exactly what happens when you catch the attention of a rather spiteful Remnant.
Warnings: Torture, just a little bit.
It's not quite time for the Darkness to set yet, still far enough away from the time the siren's went off that people were still about. Cutting it close, perhaps, to the deadline when the shadows would come to life. But it was all expected, normal to the people here perhaps, closing up for the night.
For the last few days they had scoped the place out, Yazoo more than his brother, more willing to not to step into the arena and just take him out now. No, they needed a little bit of time to plan.
But that was was now over. With the faintest of smirks catching his face, Yazoo nudged the kickstand of the bike down into place before dismounting, glancing over at his brother for a brief moment. They knew the plan already, something simple and easy. With most of the people already gone, they would take out who was left in their way--quietly, if at all possible-- then head up to the office that the Prosecutor kept as his own, usually staying as late as he possibly could to... Well, 'meet' the man as Kadaj wanted.
Yazoo had his own words for the man, as it was.
There was little need to wait for Kadaj's call for go, the other just as eager as he. The short walk around the corner and inside they never broke their stride for anyone, not even when the security moved to step into their way. If anything, Yazoo moved faster, until he had suddenly jumped up to flip behind the men, merely pausing for a second before a well delivered kick sent the one on the left sprawling to the floor.
When: Forward dated to the night of the 13th
Where: Edgeworth's Office >D
Summary: Edgeworth learns exactly what happens when you catch the attention of a rather spiteful Remnant.
Warnings: Torture, just a little bit.
It's not quite time for the Darkness to set yet, still far enough away from the time the siren's went off that people were still about. Cutting it close, perhaps, to the deadline when the shadows would come to life. But it was all expected, normal to the people here perhaps, closing up for the night.
For the last few days they had scoped the place out, Yazoo more than his brother, more willing to not to step into the arena and just take him out now. No, they needed a little bit of time to plan.
But that was was now over. With the faintest of smirks catching his face, Yazoo nudged the kickstand of the bike down into place before dismounting, glancing over at his brother for a brief moment. They knew the plan already, something simple and easy. With most of the people already gone, they would take out who was left in their way--quietly, if at all possible-- then head up to the office that the Prosecutor kept as his own, usually staying as late as he possibly could to... Well, 'meet' the man as Kadaj wanted.
Yazoo had his own words for the man, as it was.
There was little need to wait for Kadaj's call for go, the other just as eager as he. The short walk around the corner and inside they never broke their stride for anyone, not even when the security moved to step into their way. If anything, Yazoo moved faster, until he had suddenly jumped up to flip behind the men, merely pausing for a second before a well delivered kick sent the one on the left sprawling to the floor.