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2 ~ Where are you going? Where are you going? Can you take me with you?

May 31, 2010 15:07

Characters: Miles Edgeworth and whomever he runs into while out on the prowl on his search.
Location: The streets of Vatheon; he's wandering all over, so the location can vary!
Time: Whenever! He'll be wandering all day and into the night.
Style: Let's get some more third person logs going! I tend to get really into writing so don't let me tl;dr ( Read more... )

kay faraday, miles edgeworth

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never really done 3rd person, bear with me girlpowertouka May 31 2010, 21:57:56 UTC

Touka is also running around, running errands. She wants to pick up a meal for when she goes to visit Alice-san, because he can't be in a condition to cook. She's also thinking deeply about the situation with Ao-chan. The only thing she can think of to do is to leave a trail of sweets and headbands throughout the city, and hope Ao finds it and it leads her to Touka. Oh, and she has to call Akina-san!

Touka's not really concerned with the whole evil-person-on-the-loose thing, because that's kind of daily life where she's from. She's not going to let something like that get her down. She's pulling out her SFC to call Akina-san when she accidentally bumps into someone, because Touka's not really big on paying attention to where she's going.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry......"

No worries! : D I'm just excited you replied! iusferendum June 2 2010, 21:39:47 UTC

Since his starting point at Wright’s apartment had turned up no clues as to the other man's possible whereabouts, Edgeworth now moves along in no particular hurry. With no leads to work off of, there really isn’t much for him to do at this point besides search, wandering until he happens upon something that will give him some sense of direction. Despite his desire to find Wright as quickly as possible, he forces himself to take his time, knowing that he’s liable to miss something if he moves along too hastily. His slow pace doesn’t prevent his mind from working mile-a-minute, however, and it doesn’t take Edgeworth long to lose himself in his thoughts entirely. While ever-vigilant eyes skirt the vicinity for anything that spark some idea of where to turn next, he mentally reviews everything he knows about Vatheon and the other disappearances that have occurred; sadly, concrete facts are severely lacking ( ... )

girlpowertouka June 2 2010, 23:24:35 UTC

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Are -- are you okay?" she asks with great concern. She really hopes she didn't hurt him. Although her powers have been greatly decreased since she got here (because Touka is not going anywhere NEAR that coral thing. She doesn't care how tired she is), her strength is still nothing to mess with.

I am really, really, really going to start watching where I'm going! she thinks to herself determinedly. Of course, this resolution will last about two seconds with Touka. She observes the man carefully -- he is a very serious-looking, focused-type guy. Kind of like a grown-up, male Hime-chan. And...he's wearing some kind of ruffly thing around his neck. And a fancy-coat thing. She doesn't really understand, but it actually looks kind of stylish, for some reason.

askldjflas sorry so late! D: iusferendum June 8 2010, 18:53:35 UTC

“Yes, I’m fine,” he replies with a nod, giving himself the once-over and brushing some invisible lint from the sleeve of his wine-colored jacket. The girl had given him quite a jolt, and he’d been quite surprised to find that one so small had managed to knock him nearly off his feet. Then again, he had been thoroughly distracted with his thoughts; perhaps his surprise had simply made the collision seem more extreme than it had been in reality ( ... )

scaresplants May 31 2010, 22:21:41 UTC

There was a certain demon lurking in the nightime shadows of a nearby alleyway. To say the least, Crowley couldn't lurk as well as his fellow demons, but he could certainly try. At the moment, he was failing spectacularly at it, due to the fact that he looked more like a well-dressed gang member than a demonic influence sent to taint the souls of human beings ( ... )

iusferendum June 2 2010, 23:08:25 UTC

As the day wore on and twilight gradually faded to leave the city in complete darkness, so Edgeworth’s thoughts followed their own natural progression. At first, he simply worried, his silent distress being the closest thing to an actual panic attack the prosecutor would allow himself. His worry soon gave way to anger, absolute fury driving him onward as he cursed the damnable people of the city, those people who would knowingly force innocents into the nightmare-world of Vatheon without a second thought.

Once he’d exhausted all the colorful phases he could think of to thoroughly condemn the Vatheonites to hell and back, he finally found himself in a more suitable mental state to assess the situation at hand: though he had little in the way of certainties to consider, he did have the advantage of having “disappeared” once himself. If, in the end, Wright did prove to be missing and not simply hiding himself away somewhere (lord help him if he was, for Edgeworth did not appreciate being made to worry himself into a frenzy like this - ( ... )

ravenkey June 1 2010, 06:35:58 UTC

She had heard of a murder over SFC transmissions, hushed conversations in restaurants and even from passerby gossip. And where there was a murder, there was the truth to be uncovered. Besides, a killer could be lurking somewhere in this city, and it was up to the Yatagarasu to uncover this mystery!

But of course, she needed some help. Luckily for her, help was just around the corner.

"Mr. Edgeworth!" she cried. "Are you investigating too?"

iusferendum June 2 2010, 23:42:44 UTC

He started as the all-too-cheerful voice roused him so abruptly from his brooding. He knew the voice immediately, of course - leave it to Kay Faraday to be the one to scare him out of his wits when there was a murderer lurking about. As he turned to face his self-proclaimed “assistant,” he couldn’t help but sigh, carefully keeping his immense agitation from showing on his face.

“I certainly hope you don’t mean to imply that you’re out here on your own investigating the recent murder,” he replied wearily, as if he didn’t already know that was most likely exactly what Kay was up to. How he had ended up the designated chaperone for a seventeen-year-old aspiring investigator was beyond him; wasn’t Wright supposed to be the one with the gaggle of pesky teen sidekicks?

“It’s dangerous to wander alone in this city, Kay,” he added in what he hoped was a parental tone, giving Kay the best Stern Look that he could muster. “People have been disappearing right and left, you know.”

ravenkey June 5 2010, 02:32:13 UTC

"I'm not on my own now, aren't I?" Kay quipped, winking. "Now we can investigate together - like last time!" Ah, good times, good times. At least now she was staying put, standing in front of Edgeworth as if awaiting the next plan of action. She probably was; she didn't have one besides look around for anything that would lead her to the truth.

But at the Stern Look, her smile faded, and was replaced by a more no-nonsense expression. She decided to save any comments about Edgeworth speaking and acting like her father for later; this was serious.

"All right...wait, there are disappearances too?"

All in a day's work for any investigator, it seemed.

Late response is late. orz I promise I'll tag faster! iusferendum June 8 2010, 19:21:23 UTC

And just like that, he’d already lost. He sighed, wondering privately just when it was he’d become the sort of man to give in without a fight. Arguing with Kay was always a futile endeavor, though; he’d learned that much within an hour of knowing her, and was there really any point in making a case where he knew no logic or reason would apply?

“A number of them, it would seem,” he answered finally, crossing his arms and surrendering to his fate with the small amount of dignity he still had left. “What’s more, a small percentage of those who’ve disappeared return-” Here, he pauses a bit for emphasis. “-with no memory of where they’ve been or what happened to them.”

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/bothabothabotha first_scorned June 2 2010, 05:32:45 UTC

Probably one of the more suspicious types around, Naoya tended to keep to himself. But he recognized Edgeworth. Oh, how he recognized Edgeworth. A man with a brain, sure, but a skeptical man of the LAW. Men who claimed to care or carry out the law were nothing more than tyrants who enforced their own rules upon others, in his mind; nothing more than God's little pawns, to be played with and chosen selectively for whom he would oppress.

As such, of course, he couldn't stand to leave things as they were, especially not when his own personal senses felt this man was as interested in the 'murder' they'd had of late as he was. After all, Naoya would know ALL about murders... oh, how he knew. Far too well. Something of a ghost himself, his appearance was only announced by the time he'd found himself directly behind the worried prosecutor. The only noise that was made was a single clack from his wooden geta.

"Why, don't you look worried," he said, red eyes flickering with amusement. "Lose someone, prosecutor?"

/latelatelate orz iusferendum June 8 2010, 19:54:55 UTC

The sudden presence of a voice behind him made him start, one hand automatically reaching for the spot on his hip where a gun might have been, had he actually been carrying one. Sadly, Edgeworth was rarely armed unless he was on a particularly dangerous investigation. He might have been taking what precautions he could with a murderer on the loose in Vatheon, but even if he’d managed to procure some form of firearm to carry with him on his search for Wright, his poor reflexes clearly would have left him dead already, considering how quietly the intruder had managed to sneak up on him.

He whirled around, leveling an indignant scowl on the man who had the gall to scare him like that, his look only growing darker as he recognized a face he hadn’t seen in weeks.

“You,” he growled, hands balling into fists at his sides. “What do you want?”

He didn't remember the man's name - if he'd ever gotten the man's name - but he did remember the look the man had given him when they'd briefly spoken over a month proir. It was the same look he'd ( ... )

it's okay but gosh your prose one-ups my lazy prose first_scorned June 12 2010, 14:38:41 UTC

Naoya watches Edgeworth's reaction with vague amusement, ever the enigmatic sort. He isn't about to say he was doing anything in particular, after all. But Naoya's memory was quite unmatched--after all, he couldn't forget anything. One wouldn't exactly call it the same or similar to an eidetic memory, but it was really quite close. In particular when it came to faces and names... and twice more when the person behind said name and face happened to be related to the one thing he despised the most: law.

Chaotic born and raised, and well-represented by his unsettling red eyes, his gaze falls upon the startled prosecutor's scowling face. His answer isn't slow, but it isn't very quick, either.

"My, you seem to be in quite the hurry. I take it the inordinate amount of trouble around of late has got you all kinds of riled up, Mr. Edgeworth?" He said, quiet amusement as he moved, a clack or two from his geta the only noise otherwise. "If I had to guess, I'd say you seem concerned about something. Our murder, perhaps?" In truth, he was just ( ... )