tonight I celebrate my love for you // it seems the natural thing to do

[barebacking]

Who: Godot and Yaha. (Black Mask, Day II. Mia Fey and Harry Dresden, Day III). Eventually, Phoenix Wright, Maya Fey, and Sam Merlotte (Rescue). Daedalus Yumeno and Death (ER).
When: Friday - Monday.
Where: Sector 1.
Summary: Yaha has kidnapped someone who is on medication that he doesn't know about to stop him from dying horribly. This can only

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DAY I

[barebacking]

[barebacking]

[His fingertips lightly touch the side of Godot's head where he hit him. It does not appear to be bleeding, but he can tell that it is tender and bruised. But really, Yaha is so happy that the man acted just as he thought that he would

[beenwaitinglong]

[It was at the subway stop near the offices when he'd seen the woman being mugged. Of course, it never occurred to him to walk by somebody in need. Even if it got him a whack in the side of the head for his troubles.

His head is killing him as he slowly stirs out of unconsciousness, feeling dizzy and sick to his stomach. And then he notices somebody's weight on him, and a calm, soft voice in his ear, and somebody's fingers touching him...

And his hands are tied behind his back, and his visor is gone, so even when he opens his eyes he can't see a damn thing.

Shit.]

Th... the hell?

[barebacking]

No. This is a paradise for the two of us.

[His hands pull away from Godot's face so that he may gesture to the entire room. He reaches out so that he can touch the scar across the man's nose with mild interest.]

That's pretty. You even have a scar upon your face as he does. Hidden from view unless you take off your little mask.

[Yaha allows his gaze to become unfocused as he rests his head against the man's forehead, sighing softly. He cannot be cruel to him in all the time that they are together. Has to see if he can make someone love him. Care for him without his charms.]

You fought against Phoenis beautifully. Did I tell you as much, Godot?

DAY II

[barebacking]

[ebony_mask]

[Having donned the disguise of a slumping, drably dressed elderly man, and having texted Yaha informing the elf of his arrival (as well as the need for a fake name), Roman is more than ready to see Yaha's success. He is excited, even, but remembers to keep a shuffling gait as he descends the stairs into the basement dungeon he helped furnish. As he enters the basement, he immediately notices Godot's sightless eyes and is thrilled. He lets out a wheezing cough, then waves at Yaha. His disguised voice is raspy, aged.]

Good afternoon, my friend.

[barebacking]

Toubei.

[Yaha sets the teddy bear down as he slides off the bed to greet Roman proper. He wishes to draw close so that he may lick his face, but notices the make-up and pulls away instead. His head gives a little sad tilt but is fine with it.

The name he chose took so much time for him to actually choose. He wanted it to be perfect and so he sat since he received the text until this moment thinking. Eventually, he remembered all the conversations he had with Shinji about Kamen Rider and chose the name of the mentor -- as that is how he sees Roman.]

Darling, we have a guest...

Godot, this is Toubei. Toubei, this is Godot.

[beenwaitinglong]

Hey. Fuck you.

[Okay, it's been almost a full day now, punctuated by periods of sharp pain and restless sleep, and absolutely no coffee. Godot is in even worse a mood than one would expect.]

DAY III

[barebacking]

[acementor]

[It had been a torturous night for Mia. Not knowing was worse than knowing, in a way. She'd barely slept, and kept waking ViVi up. Eventually the cat had simply given up on her and crawled away. Now she was tense, alert, standing in the kitchen trying not to fidget too much with all of Diego's coffeemakers as she waited for Harry.]

[dresden4hire]

[Harry had actually been able to accomplish more than he thought he would that night, since the Darkness monsters seemed to be transfixed by the super moon. In the end though, he'd needed to head home and catch a few hours sleep before he went to talk to Mia about what he'd learned. Knocking on the door to the apartment, he waited for Mia to answer.]

[acementor]

[ViVi poked his head out of the bedroom and padded over to the couch. Mia gathered him up to her breast before opening the door. She'd tried to sleep, at least, so she likewise tried to smile.]

Good morning.

DAY IV

[barebacking]

[barebacking]

[Yaha feels the smile fade from his lips, fading into a dark rage. He walks over toward one of the benches to grab onto one of the knives. His shoulders slump as he lets out a sigh, before walking back to cut Godot free.]

Why did you do that, Diego? Why did you? I could have been so cruel. I could have given you to Toubei to play with your insides until all you could think was loving me to ease the pain, but you decided to break my heart instead.

[Grabbing onto his shoulder, he shoves the man forward toward the ground.]

You want freedom? Crawl for it.

[He continues to stare at him. His tone of voice has not changed -- still light and friendly and conversational. Shame that Godot cannot see to see the fury that has taken his usual smiling face.]

I'll give you the count of ten to get to the stairs. If you can get there, I'll let you go. If you can't, then, you will accept your punishment.

[A beat.]

One.

[beenwaitinglong]

[Four days. Four days of blindness, utter darkness, harsh words whispered in silky smooth voices. Four days without medication, four days where he felt himself beginning to slow and stammer without the chemical intervention to keep his poisoned body in good working order. He was soaked with sweat by now, limbs trembling and burning with a pain like fire all the way into his bones. He had not eaten. He'd throw up anything he tried to eat anyway, and he wasn't even hungry. His entire body felt numb and disconnected and utterly weak, as though his mind were only partially attached to it.

He could feel himself slipping.

Godot hits the floor with a thud, Yaha's words echoing in his ears as he tries to get his body to comply. Get up and run. Fight. Crawl, if he must. Do anything but shake and tremble and hurt. His arms shake as he tries to prop himself up, and his breath comes in heavy, gasping rasps.

Slowly, he tries pulling himself along, but his arms and legs seem unwilling to cooperate. Everything is clumsy and numb.]

[barebacking]

Two.

[He watches those slow movements. His head gives a little tilt as he watches it, but his smile has yet to return. Pivoting on his heel, he believes that he need not watch him as he walks back to the bed. Taking hold of the stun baton once more, he sighs to himself as he steels himself for hurting something that is akin to Urick's insides.

It hurts him to have to do so, but this person cannot keep hurting his heart and expect he will be granted the same forgiveness as his love. The visor is taken off his head and tossed onto the bed. No longer wishing to wear it as his own little trophy.

Walking back toward the chair that Godot just was, he sets the baton there to rest. Getting everything ready.]

Three.

[He walks to the cabinet to pull it open, looking inside until he finds what it is that he is looking for. Idly, he gazes at all the items in a bored manner, wondering which one he should grab. But there is a voice calling in his head telling him that he will go too far. The little voice of reason that was set there by Light

The Rescue

[deservesabone]

[Sam's out the door and shifting soon enough, leaving a pile of clothing on the doorstep for Edgeworth to find as he takes to the skies. He'd changed his mind at the last minute, going owl instead of dragon, but thanks to a collar that let him speak in morph, Maya and Phoenix were still able to recognize the bird as Sam (and without him having to flash them, which was a bonus).

He switched into a bloodhound form to take in the strong scent of "Godot's blend" (which was really just a strong, if unique, coffee odor). From there it was out the door and back into the streets, following his nose to track down the missing prosecutor.

If Sam bayed along the way, a bloodhound's deep-throated howl distracting passerbys on the sidewalk, the blame fell to the thrill of the hunt.]

[lawyerific]

[After the argument with Mia, his disagreement with Edgeworth and the ensuing investigation, Phoenix was glad to be feeling like he was doing something, even if in some small way he considered this to be breaking the rules. He wasn't taking care of himself and not rushing in headfirst, he wasn't protecting Maya the way he'd assured Mia he would--this was in fact downright reckless. But Sam had said he could transform into a giant dragon, right? It didn't seem like they were too unsafe. No, it'd be fine. They just had to follow the smell.

The big bloodhound was nothing like Missile, but following it felt like investigating, especially with Maya at his side. They were actually doing something about finding Godot, and while it might not be much, and it was getting dark so they'd have to stop soon... Well it felt right.

In fact he was almost forgetting himself.]

Good dog.

[acemedium]

[After the argument with Mia - and hearing the resulting argument between Mia and Phoenix - Maya really felt about two inches tall right now. And when Phoenix had went "We're leaving." firmly, she nodded and followed along quietly. She'd remained mostly quiet as they walked, but Sam's shapeshifting was pretty amazing to witness in person]

[She mostly just ended up watching in awe - and not saying much, until Phoenix did. Then, she echoed him:]

Good boy.

[deservesabone]

[wag wag wag goes his tail, because even with a human brain for a pilot, there are just some things a dog can't help but respond to, and praise is one of them. He can't help but wonder how deserved it is though, when they've been searching without any leads for some time now. If Darkness falls -

- That's the scent.

The big bloodhound stops without any warning, and he lifts his tail high in the air and howls. A digitized voice seeps quickly from the collar's speaker:] That's it, I've got it, I've got it, got it, got it, got it -

[and then he breaks off at a trot, following the invisible trail]