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behappyhere2014-09-17 06:05 pm
frilliance) wrote in behappyhere2014-09-17 06:05 pm
The only time a lawyer can cry is when it's all over. (2 prompts, open to all)
House – Open to those who are rude enough to burst into his home or teleport into it.
[It had been a long day and now Edgeworth was heading back home, after a year and nearly five months of being away from it.
Still, Edgeworth could not help but feel that this was so surreal. A year and nearly five months ago, his world was destroyed. He spent all that time trapped in a fake body, in a tower full of nightmares beyond his imagination. Despite not giving up, the prosecutor was very doubtful that his world could be restored. He accepted the real possibility that he could die for real in that tower.
……And yet he really seemed to be back in Los Angeles. And the building he was now standing in front of really seemed to be his house.
Edgeworth took a deep breath and turned the door handle.
Pess gave an excited yap and dashed inside. In fact, she started to trot about the house, sniffing everything that looked familiar to her and wagging her tail. She turned to her master with an animated as if to say, “Look, we’re back home! I’m happy now! Aren’t you happy too?”
This was too much even for the stoic Edgeworth.]
I’d…..better get some tea.
[That was the only thing he could think of doing, to keep himself in control. Clutching his arm, he stepped inside. Everything in the house was there as he had left it when he came here. There was the polished wooden staircase going up, there was the closet to the left of him to hang his coat and there was the kitchen across the hallway. Was this truly real?
Edgeworth closed the door behind him, trying not to dwell on it. He had things to do. He had to get on with his life, despite everything that happened. Now was the time to brew himself a cup, contact his work colleagues and think about what to do next. After all, he was going to go back to his old life – investigate crime scenes, bring his findings to court and fight for the truth. All of that was part of his job and role in life as a prosecutor.
He took some tea leaves out of the cupboard. It had been a while since he had tea; real tea, not glamour-flavoured water. Suddenly, something nudged Edgeworth’s leg, making him gasp. He turned around to see Pess, sitting there contently with a piece of cloth in her mouth while wagging her tail. Edgeworth recognised the cloth immediately; it was one of his old cravats that Pess had stolen from her master when she was a puppy and she had kept it ever since. She would often use it as a comfort toy when her master went out to work. Finally, she was reunited with it.
Edgeworth felt a lump in his throat. He turned away.]
Please, Pess. I can’t….
[He needed to get a cup and saucer. And heat the water up.
Pess nudged him again and gave a whine. The prosecutor turned to her. Pess lifted he head as if to say, “Look, here is my white thing. It’s my favourite toy in the world and I finally see it again!”
In Pess’s eyes, she was home where she belonged. Zo had sacrificed himself so that everyone could go home. And now Edgeworth was home. He did not expect to see it again but here he was. The evidence was there.
All that the prosecutor had been through, his world being destroyed, the glamour, the unbearable ordeals he suffered in Animus and now the shock, disbelief of being back in his house mixed in with relief and sadness…..no matter how hard he tried, no matter how badly he wanted to, he could no longer hold it in.
The prosecutor fell to his knees, wrapped his arms around Pess and buried his face in her fur. A sob escaped his throat. Pess, in response, tucked her tail between her legs and kept nudging at her master. Whether or not she understood how he was feeling, Edgeworth did not know.
Feel free to knock on the door or teleport into the house accidentally.]
Japanifornia City Los Angeles Prosecutor’s Office. Two months after the Tower Incident.
[The Prosecutor’s Office. Floor 12. Room 1202. Room of Miles Edgeworth, High Prosecutor.
You may have had an appointment with Edgeworth or for whatever reason, he gave you his business card in case you visited his world and faced, well……legal problems. Don’t worry, he is working on a rather serious case and preparing for a trial tomorrow and plans to be in his office until very late at night.
Actually, that’s a lie. He’s planning to stay up working so late that there will be no harm in sleeping in his office tonight. The Chief Prosecutor knows as does his neighbour, who has promised to look after Pess for the night.
If you come in during the day, it’s best to knock on the door. Instead of bursting in or teleporting inside. Otherwise you will get a very grumpy prosecutor on your case.
Or, you could teleport inside the office during about 3.00-5.00 in the morning. And find Edgeworth sleeping rather contently on his sofa with his jacket draped around him. You could wake him up but, again, you will get a very grumpy prosecutor.
As well as a lecture about trespassing.]
[It had been a long day and now Edgeworth was heading back home, after a year and nearly five months of being away from it.
Still, Edgeworth could not help but feel that this was so surreal. A year and nearly five months ago, his world was destroyed. He spent all that time trapped in a fake body, in a tower full of nightmares beyond his imagination. Despite not giving up, the prosecutor was very doubtful that his world could be restored. He accepted the real possibility that he could die for real in that tower.
……And yet he really seemed to be back in Los Angeles. And the building he was now standing in front of really seemed to be his house.
Edgeworth took a deep breath and turned the door handle.
Pess gave an excited yap and dashed inside. In fact, she started to trot about the house, sniffing everything that looked familiar to her and wagging her tail. She turned to her master with an animated as if to say, “Look, we’re back home! I’m happy now! Aren’t you happy too?”
This was too much even for the stoic Edgeworth.]
I’d…..better get some tea.
[That was the only thing he could think of doing, to keep himself in control. Clutching his arm, he stepped inside. Everything in the house was there as he had left it when he came here. There was the polished wooden staircase going up, there was the closet to the left of him to hang his coat and there was the kitchen across the hallway. Was this truly real?
Edgeworth closed the door behind him, trying not to dwell on it. He had things to do. He had to get on with his life, despite everything that happened. Now was the time to brew himself a cup, contact his work colleagues and think about what to do next. After all, he was going to go back to his old life – investigate crime scenes, bring his findings to court and fight for the truth. All of that was part of his job and role in life as a prosecutor.
He took some tea leaves out of the cupboard. It had been a while since he had tea; real tea, not glamour-flavoured water. Suddenly, something nudged Edgeworth’s leg, making him gasp. He turned around to see Pess, sitting there contently with a piece of cloth in her mouth while wagging her tail. Edgeworth recognised the cloth immediately; it was one of his old cravats that Pess had stolen from her master when she was a puppy and she had kept it ever since. She would often use it as a comfort toy when her master went out to work. Finally, she was reunited with it.
Edgeworth felt a lump in his throat. He turned away.]
Please, Pess. I can’t….
[He needed to get a cup and saucer. And heat the water up.
Pess nudged him again and gave a whine. The prosecutor turned to her. Pess lifted he head as if to say, “Look, here is my white thing. It’s my favourite toy in the world and I finally see it again!”
In Pess’s eyes, she was home where she belonged. Zo had sacrificed himself so that everyone could go home. And now Edgeworth was home. He did not expect to see it again but here he was. The evidence was there.
All that the prosecutor had been through, his world being destroyed, the glamour, the unbearable ordeals he suffered in Animus and now the shock, disbelief of being back in his house mixed in with relief and sadness…..no matter how hard he tried, no matter how badly he wanted to, he could no longer hold it in.
The prosecutor fell to his knees, wrapped his arms around Pess and buried his face in her fur. A sob escaped his throat. Pess, in response, tucked her tail between her legs and kept nudging at her master. Whether or not she understood how he was feeling, Edgeworth did not know.
Feel free to knock on the door or teleport into the house accidentally.]
[The Prosecutor’s Office. Floor 12. Room 1202. Room of Miles Edgeworth, High Prosecutor.
You may have had an appointment with Edgeworth or for whatever reason, he gave you his business card in case you visited his world and faced, well……legal problems. Don’t worry, he is working on a rather serious case and preparing for a trial tomorrow and plans to be in his office until very late at night.
Actually, that’s a lie. He’s planning to stay up working so late that there will be no harm in sleeping in his office tonight. The Chief Prosecutor knows as does his neighbour, who has promised to look after Pess for the night.
If you come in during the day, it’s best to knock on the door. Instead of bursting in or teleporting inside. Otherwise you will get a very grumpy prosecutor on your case.
Or, you could teleport inside the office during about 3.00-5.00 in the morning. And find Edgeworth sleeping rather contently on his sofa with his jacket draped around him. You could wake him up but, again, you will get a very grumpy prosecutor.
As well as a lecture about trespassing.]
house because yolo
She knew that Edgeworth was in the same situation as her, but she had a huge gap in her memory, she didn't know what happened between leaving the tower and showing up back home. And she couldn't just tell the others, they wouldn't believe her!
If the prosecutor doesn't open the door within five seconds, though, Maya's going to attempt to burst it open.
Oops. ]
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
He wiped a tear away. He couldn't be seen like this. He could not be seen in this pathetic state. So, Edgeworth decides to do what is totally the appropriate and mature thing to do.
Not answer the door and not make a noise, hoping that whoever had knocked would just assume that nobody was home would just go away.
....Which kinda doesn't work when Pess starts barking at the door.]
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[ Maya's voice resounds as she knocks even harder this time. It wasn't like she was going to give up that easily; it just wasn't like her to do so, considering what happened. ]
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Was Maya all right? Did she remember anything? Edgeworth was about to go and open the door when he remembered his state. No, he could not let her see him just yet - she'd know right away that something was wrong. Perhaps he could go upstairs and see her through the window?
Unfortunately, Pess was still barking.]
Shhhhh!
[Whether or not Maya hears that is up to her.]
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And that something is to sneak inside through the dog door.
..... Now she's stuck halfway. ]
Uh, I might need a little help here...
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She's inside his house? And, from the noise, it sounded like she tried to enter through...]
Gnnnrk! [This was not happening to him. Immediately, Edgeworth started to make his way downstairs and to the laundry room. The fact that he was crying just moments ago was now briefly forgotten and what was going through his mind was that his friend had just trespassed into his house and could very well break Pess' door down.
He makes his way to the laundry room and glares at Maya the moment he sees her.]
Just what do you think you are doing?! [Hello, Maya. This is how your friend is greeting you after not seeing you for nearly a year. Great to see you again and all that.]
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Trying to sneak in, I guess? I haven't seen you since I was in the Tower, after all.
[ She's still stuck though, unable to wriggle herself free as she stretches her arms, sounding rather nonchalant as she speaks. ]
So how've you been doing?
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[ She's done it once, she'll do it again. It's not like she got into huge trouble for it before... ]
And uh, I can probably try. No promises though! Since the other half of my body is kind of... Floating off the ground.
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Ugh, forget about that for the moment. Give me your arms. [And he holds his for her to grab onto.]
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On three?
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1.....2.......3! [And he starts pulling.
Disaster or no disaster?]
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Say goodbye to part of that door as she's freed. ... Uh. ]
Ahaha, sorry about that. I'll pay you back for it! Juuuust not right now.
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Wait, he probably shouldn't worry about that for the moment. Maya could be hurt.]
I'll......send the bill to Wright later. You're not, er....
[And he stops. He should say 'Are you all right?' but finds that it's really difficult to. After all, he has not seen Maya for nearly a year. She was back in their destroyed world.
Edgeworth is really speechless right now.]
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[ She laughs rather awkwardly but she returns a smile, looking rather sheepish before replying yet again. ]
And I'm fine!
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And now they are reunited. How can he express that without looking very foolish?]
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[ Maya's only asking because he doesn't seem to want to finish his sentence. ]
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Ngh....no, that's not quite it. Um....
[Hey, at least he's trying.]