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Who: Edgeworth, Tomoe Mami
What: Miles Edgeworth chose death, then something inhuman chose death for him. This time it won't be Phoenix Wright who comes to his rescue.
Where: Paris, France
When: Post case 1:5
Warnings: Attempted suicide

[his suicide note had been sincere. the Miles Edgeworth that left Los Angeles couldn't be allowed to survive. he would come back a new man...or he wouldn't come back.]

[for a while his resolve seemed to hold. he fled to Paris and buried himself in the comfort of the great city's libraries, surrounding himself with the touchstones that had once provided so much guidance. but the more he immersed himself in the world's greatest works on philosophy and social justice, the less meaning they held for him. he struggled to reconcile their contents with the tortuous reality he had lived, struggled to tear down everything he thought he knew, hoping against fear that he would find buried underneath it all something true; something right. he fought for it, forsaking his physical needs with the same frenzied, obsessive energy he once devoted to trials, now focused tenfold on destroying himself.]

[in the end, he failed. in the end, he found himself on the Eiffel Tower, leaning far over the railing and looking down on the glistening city he loved so dearly. the buffeting wind brought moisture to his eyes and a gruff, mocking whisper to his ears. somewhere, someone was laughing, the sound high and cruel. he shuddered as he slowly climbed over the railing to perch precariously on the wrong side. numb fingers gripped cold metal. Edgeworth leaned forward and looked down.]

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Who: Phoenix, Edgeworth
What: Edgeworth comes home from work late. Phoenix is waiting. Just a random little scene.
Where: Edgeworth's apartment
When: Some random date, nighttime.
Warnings: Possibly gratuitous sex?

[it's getting late; Phoenix used the key Edgeworth entrusted to him to get into the apartment, his trial having let out early. With nothing better to do, he made some dinner (enough for two, one plate stowed in the microwave as it got later), thumbed through some law magazines on the ottoman, and then settled on the couch to watch some mindless television. This is where Edgeworth will find him when he returns: slouched on the sofa, half asleep, with a dog curled up by his legs.]

[The image of domestic bliss.]

Current Mood: good

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Who: Phoenix, Tanyuu
What: Tanyuu visits Phoenix in Los Angeles!
Where: Starting out at the Gourd Lake woods.
When: Some random date, afternoon.
Warnings: None!

Phoenix stood at the designated location, waiting for the world-hopper to arrive with Tanyuu. It was a cool afternoon in Los Angeles--not enough to be called cold, but enough for Phoenix to be wearing a jacket and to have another draped over his arm, just in case Tanyuu got cold. (He had no idea what the weather was going to be like when he extended the invitation and hadn't had a chance to tell her since.) The place at which he chose to meet was well-secluded from the prying eyes of park goers. He figured a short walk through the woods would be a calming introduction to the city (which was chaotically busy at the best of times), not to mention a sight better than his tiny apartment.

He leaned against a tree and checked his watch. They should be arriving any minute...

Current Mood: good

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Who: Quatre, Ranka
What: Quatre. Ranka. Mistletoe. Need I say more?
Where: Some random place the community sent everybody for the holidays.
When: Christmastime
Warnings: Tooth-rotting cuteness?

[Quatre stands near the refreshments, nursing a glass of punch as he surveys the festivities; he seems blissfully unaware of the unmistakable plant hung from the ceiling above him]

Current Mood: festive

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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.

Current Mood: peaceful

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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?"

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Current Mood: good

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Who: Edgeworth, Belial
What: Crashing Edgey's self-pity party
Where: Random made up bar in LA
When: Late evening (or is that early morning?)
Warnings: None that we know of...

When he saw that the bar's few tables were already occupied, Edgeworth almost walked back out the door. At least at home he could be absolutely certain he wouldn't have to share his space with anyone...anyone human, at least. But the night outside that door was surprisingly cold, and the gleaming mahogany bar was long and empty. Surely he would be left alone long enough to fortify himself with one drink before braving the night.

He settled himself in a stool at the far end of the bar and ordered a White Russian. The familiar bartender, a dark-haired young man with slim hips and perfectly pressed clothes, frowned lightly in response to Edgeworth's appearance, but in the end, he supplied the drink without question and left the prosecutor to nurse it in private. And nurse it he did. Edgeworth's focus drifted quickly towards the subject that had preoccupied him for the past few days. After the first token sips, his drink seemed all but forgotten.

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Who: Edgeworth, Benny "Bugsy" Siegel, Lucky Luciano
What: Not exactly a dinner date...
Where: Random made up restaurant in LA
When: Late evening
Warnings: Self-righteous lawyer who doesn't know when to quit + ~~sexy~~ hot-blooded mafia boys = possible (probable?) violence, strong language

By the time Edgeworth was coming to the end of his dinner, Bel Cibo had mostly emptied. Not that it had been that crowded to begin with; the restaurant was a true hole-in-the-wall, an authentic little family-owned secret far from the trendier, more popular places he usually favored. This was one of the places he went when several long, hard work days (or weeks) in a row drove him away from most human contact and into the warm embrace of his favorite comfort foods and the polite but distant company of an expert waiter.

A bell jingled softly in the quiet restaurant, heralding the arrival of what would probably be some of the last patrons of the evening. Edgeworth sliced off another bite of his veal and took a few moments to savor it before finally glancing at the door. But the mildest of interest turned suddenly to a sharp glare as he saw the men standing in the door, framed by its leaded glass window. He had only met the one in person, but he knew all too well who both men were.

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Who: Tavros, Azula
What: Hanging out!
Where: In the Veil.
When: Some time after the trolls have settled there but before Tavros gets his robolegs.
Warnings: None!

[There's Tavros, just chillin' in his four wheel device near one of the computers. It looks like he'd been trolling someone earlier but has since given up in favor of shuffling his Fiduspawn cards. A small, white stuffed bull is set on the floor across from him, and there is a pile of host plushes nearby.

Surely he's not pitiful enough to pretend to play fiduspawn with the likeness of his dead lusus, right? Surely.

But wow, does it look like that's what he's about to do.]

Current Mood: good

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Who: Edgeworth, Belial
What: First meeting
Where: The courthouse
When: Late afternoon/early evening
Warnings: None as far as we know? :|a

Wherever Edgeworth went, he had a tendency to go with purpose. So while he may linger around the courthouse for hours after a trial, cornering witnesses or defense lawyers or performing dozens of undoubtedly crucial tasks, when he was finally ready to leave for the day he didn't waste any more time. He moved smoothly towards the exit, briefcase swinging heavily at his side and ears perked, listening for any important individual who might need to grab his attention at the last minute. That sort of interruption seemed unlikely, given how few people were left in the building at this hour, but there were a few judges who haunted the courthouse even later than him.

He made it to the exit without a hitch; there he paused before the grandiose doors, glaring at the sheets of rain pouring down on the marble steps beyond. There had been no hint of inclement weather that morning, and, being from Southern California, he was woefully unprepared.

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Who: Edgeworth, The Corinthian
What: Inspired by this post. If Tyki made good on his threats to hide Edgeworth away on his world, there may be one person who could find him.
Where: The D.Gray-Man world.
When: Several days after Edgeworth's abduction.
Warnings: The aftermath of Very Bad Things, including rape and BDSM. ~~May~~ Will contain evidence or frank discussions thereof, reader discretion is advised.

( Badness under the cut. )

Current Mood: crushed

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Who: Gamzee, Tavros
What: Voice testing for

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Where: On the computer :x
When: Whenever
Warnings: None.

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-- terminallyCapricious [TC] began trolling adiosToreador [AT] --

HeY, bRo. WhAt'S a MoThErFuCkEr AlL uP tO?

Current Mood: chill

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Who: Edgeworth, Charles Xavier, Erik Lensherr (X-Men: First Class)
What: The community thinks Edgeworth needs to get out more.
Where: Xavier Mansion
When: Mid-movie
Warnings: None.

Edgeworth had grown used to being deposited without warning in random locations. Thanks to the community's apparent sense of humor said locations were generally unpleasant. The sprawling grounds he now found himself in were exquisitely planned and perfectly manicured, so this little 'vacation' already looked like it may be a vast improvement over the rest.

At least, it might have been, if the community had seen fit to transport some proper clothes along with him. Dew-soaked pajama bottoms and an equally wet, bare chest certainly weren't appropriate to the surroundings. Cursing a bit more loudly than he intended, Edgeworth shot to his feet and cast his gaze nervously around the vast lawn and the beautiful, ivy-covered manse in the near distance, debating whether he should flee the scene or approach the residents for help. The latter seemed the most reasonable, but would require the fabrication of some story that could believably account for the absence of his clothing. He feared a lie that elaborate may be beyond his capabilities.

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It's early evening, and Cyril Kamelot is bored, so what better thing to do than host a ball? It's one of his favorite pastimes. After all, it gives him at chance to play house in front of everybody by showing off his wonderful, lovely family.

The entire multiverse is invited. There's plenty of room for everyone to get around and then some, as the Kamelot estate houses a massive mansion and acres upon acres of gardens, including an exemplary rose garden that contains a hedge maze. Feel free to wander wherever you like and speak with whomever you wish, but do try to behave yourself. Cyril has an extensive staff whose current duty is to watch out for troublemakers.

((OOC: Go wild! Post with and reply to whomever you like! Prose, action spam, A COMBINATION OF THE TWO, WHATEVER. Everything is fair game! Just remember that this is an RP post open to all and not part of any game canon.

Also feel free to take liberties in regards to Cyril's home. I intentionally left the description vague so people could do whatever they want!))

Current Mood: delighted

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Who: Devit, Tyki
What: Devit briefly returns to his world to check on Tyki.
Where: Some random mine somewhere on the DGM world...
When: A while after this.
Warnings: None.

It'd been nearly a month since Tyki left to check in with the Earl. Normally he was gone for only a few days, maybe a week or two at best. Unfortunately, as anyone on the community could tell you, the longer someone was gone, the less likely it was they'd ever return, and even if they did manage to find their way back, the chances that they'd have all memories intact were slim.

That thought bothered Devit more than he liked to admit.

After giving it some thought, the younger Noah decided to seek Tyki out. Keeping his presence hidden from the Earl would be tricky, not to mention risky as all hell, but a strong urge pushed him forward. It wasn't just his Noah goading him to return home, this time; it was almost like he needed to know, and so it wasn't long before he found himself back on his own world.

In truth, the urge he felt was a faint glimmer of hope. If the community had taken Tyki and Cyril home, then the idea that it might've done the same to Jasdero wasn't out of the realm of possibility, right? And maybe Jasdero was there, at the Ark, waiting and wondering where Devit had gone. Even if he didn't have any memories of the community, the fact that he could be there, alive and waiting, spurred Devit on.

Finding Tyki first would be easier, though. Devit had asked (well, demanded really) around one of the last mines he remembered Tyki working at and was eventually able to track the older Noah down to another mine, which was where Devit currently found himself.

He lay low behind some outside equipment, waiting. When he finally caught sight of Tyki (in all his trashy, hobo glory, of course), he threw a small rock at the man's back and hoped that got his attention.

Current Mood: uncertain

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Who: Dream (Daniel), Edgeworth
What: A chance meeting.
Where: The Dreaming palace.
When: No particular time.
Warnings: None.

Edgeworth was in trouble. It took a while for this fact to truly sink in--the Dreaming is an endless source of distractions, many of them seemingly innocuous--but once it became clear that his companion wasn't going to find him then trepidation began to set in. He knew enough about this place to know that even the residents had to watch their steps at times. For the uninitiated or unwary, the Dreaming could be very dangerous indeed.

So it was that his pace gradually slowed, as he tried to decide whether it was prudent (or safe) to stop and wait for the Corinthian to track him down. Ordinarily that might be the wisest course, but this section of the palace gave him an uneasy feeling. It seemed an inordinately long time since he last saw any--

He drew to a sudden halt and stared down the hall he'd just come through, his eyes straining to catch any sign of movement. After a frozen minute, he scowled at himself and continued down the corridor with a determined stride. He'd find a more agreeable location, preferably something at least mildly familiar, then he'd wait patiently for the chance to chastise the nightmare for allowing him to get lost in the first place.

Current Mood: nervous

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Who: Edgeworth, Luck Gandor
What: Time to schmooze.
Where: The annual policeman's ball in Los Angeles, CA
When: Middle of a winter's weekend evening, December 2021
Warnings: None.

The Policeman's Ball seemed to get more insufferable every single year. Given the way the previous year's event had ended, this didn't bode well for Edgeworth's evening.

Of course, the fact that he went into it expecting to be miserable may have had something to do with the boredom he was wallowing in thus far...or perhaps it was his aloof demeanour and those cool stares that kept all but the most determined partygoers at bay. Either way, he wasn't enjoying himself and he seemed hellbent on making the rest of the world aware of this fact.

That is, until he was cornered by his superior, who asserted that he owed the department a debt over the fiasco he had a hand in the previous year and isn't this the perfect opportunity to pay them back? Despite his vehement protests he was shuffled from one knot of people to the next and forced to 'play nice' with the department's chief benefactors under the threat of severe repercussions. By the time he thought he would be released from duty, he was a hair's breadth away from fleeing the party altogether, which was apparently just fine by his supervisor...provided he schmoozed one final guest first.

Left alone, Edgeworth discreetly watched the man from a short distance, studying the cut and quality of his clothes, his company, his grooming. He nursed his champagne (the fourth glass of the night), and once his assigned target was himself alone Edgeworth finally approached him.

A few minutes. Just a few minutes of civil conversation, then he could excuse himself and retreat to his castle and his dog and his own bottle of rich, red wine.

"Mr. Gandor?"

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Who: Quatre Raberba Winner, Miles Edgeworth
What: RANDOM EVENT
Where: RANDOM BALLROOM
When: RANDOM EVENING
Warnings: LAZINESS

[LOOK, IT IS SOME KIND OF BALLROOM EVENT

IT IS TAKING PLACE IN A BALLROOM

THERE IS MUSIC AND THERE IS FOOD

A boy of about 16 approaches the buffet table!]

Current Mood: good

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