2 ~ Where are you going? Where are you going? Can you take me with you?

[iusferendum]

Characters: Miles Edgeworth and whomever he runs into while out on the prowl on his search.
Location: The streets of Vatheon; he's wandering all over, so the location can vary!
Time: Whenever! He'll be wandering all day and into the night.
Style: Let's get some more third person logs going! I tend to get really into writing so don't let me tl;dr

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[scaresplants]

There was a certain demon lurking in the nightime shadows of a nearby alleyway. To say the least, Crowley couldn't lurk as well as his fellow demons, but he could certainly try. At the moment, he was failing spectacularly at it, due to the fact that he looked more like a well-dressed gang member than a demonic influence sent to taint the souls of human beings.

He had been thinking the last few hours. Enjin, Naoya, Nodoka, Aziraphale-all floated around his consciousness like tiny ghosts, each warranting his attention. Especially Enjin. He knew that catboy had something up his sleeve, he was sure of it. He just wasn't sure what, and that was the fact that was iritating him like nothing else. Crowley hated it when he didn't know what was going on. He liked being in control of the situation, not helplessly lost.

And a person came to life, too...that was certainly an interesting occurrence. He wondered whether Enjin had something to do with that, too. He had certainly seemed like he did, but it was entirely possible that the satori was merely toying with him. Pardon his French, but that blessed catboy was going to get what he deserved sooner or later.

Crowley looked up as he spotted someone walk past the alleyway he was lurking in. That was interesting. Maybe that was someone who knew what was going on. He walked out of the alleyway and then raised his voice to catch the guy's attention.

"Hey! You over there. What are you doing walking around so late at night?"

[iusferendum]

As the day wore on and twilight gradually faded to leave the city in complete darkness, so Edgeworth’s thoughts followed their own natural progression. At first, he simply worried, his silent distress being the closest thing to an actual panic attack the prosecutor would allow himself. His worry soon gave way to anger, absolute fury driving him onward as he cursed the damnable people of the city, those people who would knowingly force innocents into the nightmare-world of Vatheon without a second thought.

Once he’d exhausted all the colorful phases he could think of to thoroughly condemn the Vatheonites to hell and back, he finally found himself in a more suitable mental state to assess the situation at hand: though he had little in the way of certainties to consider, he did have the advantage of having “disappeared” once himself. If, in the end, Wright did prove to be missing and not simply hiding himself away somewhere (lord help him if he was, for Edgeworth did not appreciate being made to worry himself into a frenzy like this - so unbecoming for one such as himself), then perhaps the key to finding out what had happened to Wright lay in recovering those missing pieces of his memory. Were he to question the people he knew about the circumstances that had surrounded his own disappearance - and indeed, were he to question the others who had disappeared as well - then he might just be able to uncover enough pieces of the puzzle to begin to see some semblance of the bigger picture.

His steps came to an abrupt halt when a man’s voice called out to him. Due to the unsavory sorts that his line of work frequently had him crossing paths with, Miles Edgeworth was not the sort of man to be easily spooked. Perhaps it was the hour of the night, or perhaps the gloomy alleyway from which the question had come, or even the rather seedy area of the city into which he had wandered; for some reason, the voice made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

“That would depend on who’s asking,” he called, turning in the direction the voice had come from, his stance guarded as he peered into the darkness.