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It's Raining Knives and Daggers Run For Your Life;

Jul 13, 2010 17:11

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 always the quiet ones who are stranger than fiction. )

miles edgeworth, kadaj, yazoo

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argentcruelty July 14 2010, 00:24:17 UTC

Kadaj had been restless, champing at the bit since they had been given the location of Edgeworth's workplace. Plans were something he'd never really had the patience for, but he was immature, not stupid. There could be no complications this time. Nobody would get in their way.

The Remnants were silent as they moved, an exchange of words unnecessary and inefficient compared to the link they shared as part of one mind. They didn't need to tell, they simply knew. Kadaj had already begun to draw Souba as Yazoo jumped over the security guards who stood in their way, cutting one down a fraction of a second before Yazoo's kick took down the second ( ... )

mentis_reae July 14 2010, 03:41:40 UTC

He'd been absorbed in the case before him. That was the only legitimate excuse he had for the fact that he did not hear the noises beyond his office door, the noises which he damned well should have heard; he'd been absorbed in the case before him, and the tea in his kettle had been on the point of boiling, and he'd had Mahler going softly in the background. That was it.

Later, he still felt ashamed.

Still, for all that he'd been absorbed in documents and music, he still reacted quickly. The crunch and shriek of the wood stripping from the doorframe sent him surging to his feet, and Kadaj had not even yet spoken before Edgeworth had lifted the phone from his desk, calling the police. He recognized Kadaj in the time that the phone was ringing, recognized who he was and remembered how many he had killed, the unrestrained violence of his acts - remembered too the threats he'd leveled against them...

The fruits of hubris, then."There's been a break-in at the government offices - " he snarled as soon as he heard a voice on the other end ( ... )

argentallure July 14 2010, 14:51:10 UTC

Only a brief moment to make sure that the men were not getting back up again before turning to the staircase, climbing the stairs as he had before, when most were gone and the darkness had already fallen. Even without ever giving the numbers or floor to Kadaj, the other would know exactly to where they were going. Words, directions were secondary and near useless when they could share with mere feeling and thought ( ... )

argentcruelty July 14 2010, 18:26:25 UTC

Kadaj didn't even so much as blink at the gunshot right next to his ear- as though he had been expecting it. No, of course he had. He couldn't have expected it more if it was his own hand holding the gun.

"Oh, but that won't do," there was an odd sing-song quality to his voice, so reminiscent of a child engaged in harmless playground games. His smile, though just as child-like, spoke enough of murderous insanity to break any such illusion. "We can't have you spoiling the fun before it's even started."

As he had spoken, he'd strode across the room, jumping up on to Edgeworth's desk with a easy, feline grace, rather than going around it. Papers and other paraphernalia scattered across the floor as a spiteful kick flung the remains of the broken telephone base at the prosecutor's face.

"Maybe we should break his arms. What do you think, brother?"

mentis_reae July 14 2010, 18:56:22 UTC

The gunshot in the office was loud enough to leave him reeling, his ears ringing from the sharpness and closeness of it. Kadaj did not so much as wince, but Edgeworth took a step backwards, pain lancing through his eardrums, that old panic rising through him -

Calm. Remain calm. You don’t have time to freeze.

He came back to his senses in time to register Kadaj on his desk, trampling on his files, drawing back his leg for that kick. His free hand came up immediately to twist in the cord between the telephone and the receiver, so that the machine flew on a short tether rather than freely; he twisted his face out of the way, so that it just grazed his cheek and stopped short on its cord, clattering noisily back onto the desk before him before falling to the ground. The action threw him off-balance, and he staggered back, nearly tripping over his chair before hitting the wall behind him.

Can I run? Through the window was impossible; he was too high up. Even if he didn’t kill himself in the fall, he’d break a leg and would be an easy ( ... )