Day 42: Main Street [evening]

[high_prosecutor]

The sun was starting to set, and it was with a heavy sigh that Edgeworth stepped out of Twin Pines and out onto the street. The tea had helped, but there was still a sense of worry that he couldn't shake. There was, of course, the entire situation with Franziska, but now both Javert and this new person calling themselves 'Justice' were in the

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[damned_doctors]

Doyleton was normally such a quiet, quaint little town, quite a change from the kind of life that Makiko had known back in Japan. Almost boring, really, when the place was small enough that everyone knew everyone else and she had to watch her step with unaccustomed and exacting care.

And then the Institute had seen fit to provide her with some measure of amusement on her day off, by flooding the town with all sorts of fascinating people. She'd passed among them unnoticed and unremarked-on; when not dressed as a doctor or calling attention to herself she could make note of those patients who seemed promising, those she might have interest in potentially having in her office at some point.

But in her quest for the new and interesting, she happened upon the familiar and yet still potentially entertaining: Oliver Riedel. Her session with the redhead a few days ago had been quite interesting, even if she'd been forced to show her hand rather sooner than she'd intended. And now she owed him (or rather he, her, for the mess he'd caused)

[tender_cruelty]

"I can deal with grave robbing," Allelujah replied cheerfully as Badou proceeded to drag him back along the street, presumably towards the bar that he'd mentioned. He didn't really care much where they went. He doubted that they could get hold of anything useful while there were there, not without the nurses finding out.

Huh, he'd heard rumours and stuff about what had happened on one trip. "Druken townspeople zombies?" he added to Badou's list with a grin. "Maybe if it was flesh flavoured rum..."

[cigarettes_plz]

Stealing from dead people. Huh. There should be something morally objectionable about that, right? Badou didn't have much to do with seminaries beyond helping to increase their population every now and again.

Drunken townspeople zombies? "You say that like we'd be able to tell the difference." Badou replied, laughing. "And that's disgusting. Zombies should at least be drinking flesh-flavoured bourbon. And they'd better shamble like real fucking zombies. I saw this one movie where they were running after the guy. Not even a fast shamble. This was serious marathon shit." Badou was, unconsciously, gesturing with his free hand as he spoke. "What kind of fucking zombie runs? It's like an insult to zombie kind. If you're leg isn't falling off from a quick hobble you should be back in the grave rotting like a man, am I right