Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth [UNFINISHED]
Who: Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth [CLOSED]
Where: Apartment 105 in the Tenements, then out into the city.
When: After this log between Harry Potter and Miles Edgeworth
What: Phoenix freaks out about Miles' sudden disappearance. Plans to search for a way out turn to a discussion about the Church and a mission to find clothes and other essentials.
Phoenix had woken up when the soft light of morning had filtered in through his window. God. He really needed to find a way to pin something up over that. How the hell could there be no blinds at all?
Groaning, he rubbed his eyes. His whole body felt stiff. Where the hell was he? Why was he sleeping on the couch?
Then it hit him. Edgeworth.
Phoenix sat up fast, the ratty blanket he'd been using falling to the floor. The bedroom door was wide open, and yet...
Phoenix came to a stand faster than he'd expected, almost tripping over himself and falling. He grabbed the couch arm for support, then, once he'd managed to regain some balance, rushed into the bedroom.
...It was like nobody had ever been there. The bed was made up, pristinely, even. Phoenix stared at it for a long time, trying to make a connection in his brain. There had to be an explanation. There had to.
He felt suddenly nauseous.
Don't tell me... don't tell me he did this to me again!!
Whirling around, Phoenix surveyed the rest of the apartment. The bathroom door was open and empty. The living room and kitchen were empty as well.
After they'd made plans to explore the night before... how could Edgeworth turn around and abandon Phoenix like this?
How could he pull this disappearing act again?
Where: Apartment 105 in the Tenements, then out into the city.
When: After this log between Harry Potter and Miles Edgeworth
What: Phoenix freaks out about Miles' sudden disappearance. Plans to search for a way out turn to a discussion about the Church and a mission to find clothes and other essentials.
Phoenix had woken up when the soft light of morning had filtered in through his window. God. He really needed to find a way to pin something up over that. How the hell could there be no blinds at all?
Groaning, he rubbed his eyes. His whole body felt stiff. Where the hell was he? Why was he sleeping on the couch?
Then it hit him. Edgeworth.
Phoenix sat up fast, the ratty blanket he'd been using falling to the floor. The bedroom door was wide open, and yet...
Phoenix came to a stand faster than he'd expected, almost tripping over himself and falling. He grabbed the couch arm for support, then, once he'd managed to regain some balance, rushed into the bedroom.
...It was like nobody had ever been there. The bed was made up, pristinely, even. Phoenix stared at it for a long time, trying to make a connection in his brain. There had to be an explanation. There had to.
He felt suddenly nauseous.
Don't tell me... don't tell me he did this to me again!!
Whirling around, Phoenix surveyed the rest of the apartment. The bathroom door was open and empty. The living room and kitchen were empty as well.
After they'd made plans to explore the night before... how could Edgeworth turn around and abandon Phoenix like this?
How could he pull this disappearing act again?