[RL] Shadowtiems~

[samuraiprosecutor]

Who: Miles Edgeworth, Shadow!Bourne (David Webb's shadow)
What: David Webb has fallen victim to a lingering remnant of the Persona world's Shadow-creating fog, and the community has randomly decided his shadow should pay the AA world a visit.
Where: The streets of LA, a couple of blocks from Edgeworth's destination.
When: Late evening, mid-week. Sometime after the Shadow event. (non-canon DDD-verse)
Warnings: Shadow!Bourne, which should be enough of a warning in and of itself.



The foot traffic had lessened considerably by the time Edgeworth finally headed out for dinner. It had been sparse when he'd taken Sigi out for his walk nearly an hour earlier. Now, late on a weekday evening and with only work to look forward to the following morning, most of the pedestrians had already made their way home. Which suited Edgeworth quite well--he always disliked crowds, and he relished the prospect of having the restaurant mostly to himself. The staff at his favorite Italian place were always attentive, of course, but they were even more so when they only had to divide their considerable resources and talents between a few customers.

Edgeworth quickened his pace at the thought, eager to finally eat the first substantial food he'd had all day. Vending machine wares were hardly enough to sustain a man, especially one who'd been working himself even more than usual that week in an effort to stay on top of a complicated case.

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[alwaysbeakiller.livejournal.com]

"He was pretty clear about it a few days ago," Bourne said casually, gauging the prosecutor's reaction as he followed. Deflecting to the nightmare was smart. But would Edgeworth be able to maintain that composure much longer?

Shame Edgeworth didn't have more worldhoppers on this contacts list.

[samuraiprosecutor]

Edgeworth shrugged as he continued towards the beacon of dim light on the other side of the street. His shoulders were tense, his back straight, but he struggled to keep his voice even and free of any telltale signs of nervousness.

"The Doctor, perhaps?"

[alwaysbeakiller.livejournal.com]

He had known the Doctor was a bad idea.

"Maybe," he said, noncommitaly. Maybe he could fake calling the Doctor. Would Edgeworth check?

[samuraiprosecutor]

They'd reached the restaurant; the door was closed, but the light inside and out and the sign hanging on the front left no doubts as to whether the place was open at this hour. Edgeworth stopped before the door and slipped his hands into his pockets.

"If you're going to call him, do it now. This establishment prides itself on its atmosphere and its food; they frown on cell phone use in the building." It came out easily, even more so because it was the truth (as Edgeworth had found out the hard way).

[alwaysbeakiller.livejournal.com]

"Of course." He could run the risk of calling. The computer hadn't worked, it was possible this wouldn't. If Bourne didn't call someone, it increasingly looked like the lawyer would find a way to. And if Bourne faked the call, Edgeworth was likely to find out by checking the phone's history.

He'd take the risk.

Bourne pressed the button and called the Doctor. "...Busy signal."

[samuraiprosecutor]

Edgeworth's jaw clenched. He kept his eyes trained steadily on the shadow, simply watching him, no challenge in his gaze.

"I'm afraid I don't have any other suggestions to offer. Between the two of them, I never have a problem finding transportation, and the few others I've used left the community long ago." He turned his head to glance casually down the street again, buying himself a few moments for planning.

"It's possible the busy signal was the community's doing. If it's trying to keep you here, obviously letting you call for a ride would be counterproductive." He turned back to 'Webb', cocking his brow gently. "Perhaps I should try."

[alwaysbeakiller.livejournal.com]

"You might have better luck," Bourne said politely, handing the phone back to its owner.

[samuraiprosecutor]

Edgeworth was all too aware he hadn't been entirely subtle in his realization of the shadow's identity. Sure that he'd already been found out, he hadn't expected the phone to be relinquished quite so readily, and he tried not to let that fact show. Hesitating only a moment, he reached out and retrieved the phone. A few practiced keystrokes brought up the Doctor's number in his address book, and with one final glance at his companion, he hit the talk button and lifted the phone to his ear.

[alwaysbeakiller.livejournal.com]

If Edgeworth got through, Bourne could always run. The crowd was sparse, but it would still be easy enough to loose the lawyer. There were others in this world who were members of the community. And that Larry Butz, for one, would probably forget any warning Edgeworth might put out there.

[samuraiprosecutor]

The shadow needn't have worried. There was indeed a busy signal on the Doctor's line. Edgeworth's downcast eyes shot up toward his companion, saying as much without words, and he pulled the phone away from his ear and pushed the off button.

"If it's the community's doing, it's not letting me through either. Or perhaps he's actually unavailable, difficult as that is to believe." Brows furrowing, he darted a look down the street. "It seems the Corinthian may be your only option. Unless you'd prefer me to post a request on the community for you?" As he said it he was pulling up the phone's browser, already composing in his mind the call for help he'd be posting in place of the shadow's world-hop request.