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[samuraiprosecutor]

Who: Miles Edgeworth, Sokka
What: The community decides Edgeworth could use a short vacation.
Where: Avatar-verse
When: Random date, pre-The Library episode of Avatar: the Last Airbender.

Since Edgeworth joined the community, waking up in strange locations (or strange company) had become an all too common occurrence. The last two times he’d suddenly found himself in a forest had resulted in a (recurring) case of Typhoid and a short, terrifying stay on Jurassic Park, so it's with a healthy measure of trepidation that he pushes himself into a sitting position and stares around the moonlit campsite he’d been dropped into, struggling to make out details in the limited light.

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[nobendinghere.livejournal.com]

[sleeping soundly as visions of meat and girls dance in his head~ he smiles contentedly, burrowing a little further into his blankets, and begins to snore.

unfortunately, the happy images don't last; they're washed away in a sudden, violent deluge that causes him to jerk awake. catching his breath, he warily glances around but finds nothing out of the ordinary, so he relaxes against his pillow with a sigh. it's only when he's drifting back to sleep that he realizes the reason he actually woke up.]

Nngh...

[rolling onto his side elicits a soft groan, as his bladder is caught uncomfortably between the ground and his weight, and trying to ignore it doesn't seem to be working.

he frowns petulantly and, after a few moments, slowly pushes himself up, getting to his feet to waddle toward the trees, grunting all the way; he was having a really good dream, dang it...]

[samuraiprosecutor]

[Edgeworth hears the newcomer before he sees him. gritting his teeth over the pajamas he’s still wearing, he quickly pushes himself to his feet, nervously eyeing the small tent, uncertain of who to expect. he doesn’t relax until the boy comes into view; apparently in his early teens, he’s short, slim, and sporting his own, unusual sleeping clothes. not very intimidating, to say the least. he isn’t familiar from the community, but considering the number of members, that doesn’t mean anything.

crossing his arms over his chest, Edgeworth stays still and waits for the boy to notice his presence.]

[nobendinghere.livejournal.com]

[completely oblivious to the man standing not more than five feet away, Sokka turns--thankfully away from his undetected visitor--and begins relieving himself with a contented sigh~

where are those warrior instincts, again?]

[samuraiprosecutor]

[stares in surprise for a few long moments, his still sleep-fogged mind registering the situation, then rolls his eyes and turns his head away with a distinct clearing of his throat that echoes through the clearing.]

It’s been a long time since I’ve been camping, but if I recall correctly, thoroughly checking your surroundings before...relieving yourself is one of the cardinal rules.

[nobendinghere.livejournal.com]

[as soon as the intruder clears his throat, Sokka is all but jumping out of his skin; forgoing all modesty (though, fortunately, his tunic falls back into place as soon as he releases it), he whirls around, his eyes impossibly wide and his mouth agape as he stares at the man in red.

the color, of course, doesn't escape him.

not one to be caught completely off-guard, however, he quickly scans the area for some kind of weapon and reaches for the nearest thing he finds: a fallen tree branch beside him]

[wielding the branch offensively, he demands:] Who are you?! What do you want?!

[samuraiprosecutor]

[the reaction is more violent than he expected. Edgeworth turns back to the boy, determinedly keeping his gaze raised—not a difficult task when he can focus instead on the large tree branch the boy’s brandishing. tensing, he keeps his arms crossed protectively over his chest, answers in a measured, even tone:]

My own bed in my own apartment...but for the moment I’d settle for some assurance that you aren’t going to take any unnecessary steps with that thing.

[nobendinghere.livejournal.com]

Hey, I'm not the one sneaking up on people in the middle of the night, pal! I'll take any unnecessary steps that are necessary!

[brandishes the branch about for good measure, hoping it comes off as threatening; his grip tightens with every move the man makes, and he keeps a close, suspicious eye on him]

Are you Fire Nation?

[samuraiprosecutor]

[doesn’t feel as threatened as the boy probably hopes. just by looking at him Edgeworth can tell he’s got quite a few inches and pounds on the boy; he doesn’t hesitate in pointing the fact out by giving him a very deliberate, obviously skeptical once-over, but the effect is diminished when the survey is curtailed as soon as his gaze dips to the bare legs Edgeworth had forgotten about.]

[...not to mention Edgeworth’s surreptitious step back as the branch comes a bit too close for comfort. he cocks an eyebrow, answering dryly:]

‘Any unnecessary steps that are necessary?’ I’m not the one swinging around a weapon. And as the...silk pajamas should make fairly clear, I’m not carrying one, either.

[spreads his arms slightly to demonstrate.]

[pause; genuinely questioning] Fire Nation?