All your life you live so close to truth it becomes a permanent blur in the corner of your eye.
Day: 26
Characters: Miles Edgeworth mentis_reae, Jack Kelly cowboy_newsie, Yuffie Kisaragi wutaian_rose and Reeve Tuesti felis_fidelis
Summary: The Three Wise Men (by which I mean one wise man and two temperamental kids) come to celebrate Christworth's resurrection.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Late night
Status: closed/incomplete
Edgeworth still didn't know how long he'd been gone. Several days, he supposed, from the sound of things. It had been difficult for him, in that time, having to lay there and listen to all of them in their misery, in their grief - but he supposed it had been worse by far for them. At least he'd known how each of them were. He'd known they were still alive. They, though - they'd had no idea. They hadn't known in the least.
He lay back, his eyes closed, the pain quiet for the moment. Swan still wasn't back yet. That was for the best. The room was empty save him, and the intercom was quiet. The four of them would have time to speak, and good; they rather needed it.
It would be better to face them sooner rather than later. Of that he was certain. They would have questions, after all, some of which he would want to answer, others of which he would not. Getting his answers straight at this point in time would be a boon. Further, they would have to coordinate their stories so as to avoid later contradictions which would alert the staff to the actions Kelly had taken. Such a meeting would be useful and beneficial.
And - he wanted to see them. As well. He'd missed them.
Characters: Miles Edgeworth mentis_reae, Jack Kelly cowboy_newsie, Yuffie Kisaragi wutaian_rose and Reeve Tuesti felis_fidelis
Summary: The Three Wise Men (by which I mean one wise man and two temperamental kids) come to celebrate Christworth's resurrection.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Late night
Status: closed/incomplete
Edgeworth still didn't know how long he'd been gone. Several days, he supposed, from the sound of things. It had been difficult for him, in that time, having to lay there and listen to all of them in their misery, in their grief - but he supposed it had been worse by far for them. At least he'd known how each of them were. He'd known they were still alive. They, though - they'd had no idea. They hadn't known in the least.
He lay back, his eyes closed, the pain quiet for the moment. Swan still wasn't back yet. That was for the best. The room was empty save him, and the intercom was quiet. The four of them would have time to speak, and good; they rather needed it.
It would be better to face them sooner rather than later. Of that he was certain. They would have questions, after all, some of which he would want to answer, others of which he would not. Getting his answers straight at this point in time would be a boon. Further, they would have to coordinate their stories so as to avoid later contradictions which would alert the staff to the actions Kelly had taken. Such a meeting would be useful and beneficial.
And - he wanted to see them. As well. He'd missed them.