Rescuing Ema [UNFINISHED]
Who: Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright, Matt Engarde, Ema Skye
Where: Between the first and second floors of the first tenant building.
When: After this log between Miles and Phoenix and this log between Matt and Ema. Late morning the next day.
What: Edgeworth receives word that Ema is with Engarde and now seeks to beat the stuffing out of him.
Miles slept in a lot later than he did the night before. Perhaps it was because he actually slept for once, overly fatigued and tipsy from alcohol. Perhaps it was because he wasn't sleeping alone and had the warmth and protection of another next to him. Because his internal clock was now next to rendered useless, seeing the thin sliver of sunlight did not help to awaken him, and only made him want to fall back to sleep. Begrudgingly he pulled himself from bed, and made it to the kitchen, stopping only to grab a bottle of water on the way.
A pot was found, set on the stove, and had close to the whole bottle poured into it. He needed tea. He had a headache, and he was in tea withdrawal. A few failed attempts and then the stove finally flickered under the pot. Since it was only water, Miles moved back into the bedroom, flicking on his computer to see if anyone else was coming to the exploration of the stairs.
His eyes skimmed down a few pages, before he stopped. For a moment, he forgot to breathe.
Ema. Ema was in danger. Ema needed his help. Ema was.. with a demented sociopath who hired someone to kill his rival.
The stove was forgotten as he ran to get clothes, grabbing a fuschia polo shirt and khakis from the bag and ran to the bathroom. It only took him a few moments to get ready; he didn't even stop to fix his hair.
"Wright! Wake up!" Urgency was in his voice as he shook Phoenix as hard as he could.
Where: Between the first and second floors of the first tenant building.
When: After this log between Miles and Phoenix and this log between Matt and Ema. Late morning the next day.
What: Edgeworth receives word that Ema is with Engarde and now seeks to beat the stuffing out of him.
Miles slept in a lot later than he did the night before. Perhaps it was because he actually slept for once, overly fatigued and tipsy from alcohol. Perhaps it was because he wasn't sleeping alone and had the warmth and protection of another next to him. Because his internal clock was now next to rendered useless, seeing the thin sliver of sunlight did not help to awaken him, and only made him want to fall back to sleep. Begrudgingly he pulled himself from bed, and made it to the kitchen, stopping only to grab a bottle of water on the way.
A pot was found, set on the stove, and had close to the whole bottle poured into it. He needed tea. He had a headache, and he was in tea withdrawal. A few failed attempts and then the stove finally flickered under the pot. Since it was only water, Miles moved back into the bedroom, flicking on his computer to see if anyone else was coming to the exploration of the stairs.
His eyes skimmed down a few pages, before he stopped. For a moment, he forgot to breathe.
Ema. Ema was in danger. Ema needed his help. Ema was.. with a demented sociopath who hired someone to kill his rival.
The stove was forgotten as he ran to get clothes, grabbing a fuschia polo shirt and khakis from the bag and ran to the bathroom. It only took him a few moments to get ready; he didn't even stop to fix his hair.
"Wright! Wake up!" Urgency was in his voice as he shook Phoenix as hard as he could.