Jan. 3rd, 2012

tobeproud: (and this one's for you)
[personal profile] tobeproud
Who: Quatre, Edgeworth
What: A virus strikes! Quatre and Edgeworth are forced to stay within proximity of each other, lest they become terribly ill.
Where: The Maganac's village and base of operations.
When: Some random point in time.
Warnings: None!

The sun peaked through the curtains of the window, slowly bathing the small bedroom in light. It was a quiet morning; the only sounds that could be heard were those of men and women setting up shops at the market down the hill, and those were only faint echos at best.

It was a day to sleep in--not that Quatre normally did. There was something about this place, though, something peaceful and safe. Everyone knew who he was, just as they did nearly everywhere he went these days, but the Maganac Corps were like family, and so was everyone in the village by proxy. He could forget about politics and disarmament, at least for a moment, which was why--when a sliver of sunlight positioned itself directly over his face--the young man simply winced and rolled over with nothing more than a groan.

He could afford a moment more.
samuraiprosecutor: (Dear God...)
[personal profile] samuraiprosecutor
Who: Edgeworth, Lucky Luciano
What: An interrogation is interrupted in the worst best way possible
Where: Down at the precinct
When: Evening


Edgeworth couldn't have said what this quake was on the Richter scale. He couldn't have said much of anything at first. Even a minor quake was enough to turn him into a quivering, pathetic pile on the floor; something of this magnitude was enough to leave him all but catatonic.

By the time he started to come back to his senses, the interrogation room had been completely transformed. For starters, it was no longer a room to speak of. Edgeworth was curled up in one corner of a misshapen, cramped chamber that looked more like a cave than the spare room he had 'left' minutes before. The darkness felt tight around him, and his breathing, already far too quick, sped up even further, filling his lungs with thick, dusty air.

"God... Oh God..." The room seemed to smother his words. He pushed himself up on one elbow and raised his voice. "Miller? ...Detective?"