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Who: Edgeworth, the Corinthian (II)
What: The Corinthian wants to introduce his boyfriendo to a new method of relaxation~
Where: The Corinthian's citadel
When: Late evening
Warnings: Kinkiness and sexy tiems.

The evening began with a film at Mann's Chinese Theater, continued with dinner and drinking at a quiet, out of the way place in Tuscany, and ended in the Corinthian's cavernous bedroom. With his mood well lubricated by glass after glass of fine red wine, Edgeworth was more eager than usual to follow the natural progression of events. His willingness to demonstrate that fact was even more uncharacteristic; as soon as the large, black bed was in sight, he sauntered toward it, untying his jabot as he walked.

"You did say you won't be needed again until tomorrow evening?"

Current Mood: horny

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Who: Methos, Rachel
What: A random meeting, different worlds and time periods be damned. Mostly an excuse to test out the muses.
Where: Some bar somewhere, circa I don't know. 8D
When: Mid-evening
Warnings: None

[The bar is dark and small. There are barely enough people in it to make the evening worthwhile for either the neatly dressed bartender or the singer crooning old standards from the miniature stage in the corner.]

[Methos surveys the clientele briefly before slipping his lanky form into a booth in the back, one whose tall cushions ensure that his back is guarded. He nods to the bartender; there’s no response, but a few moments later a girl appears from the back and comes over to take his order. She smiles, he smiles back, languidly, crookedly, and the process of taking down a drink order somehow takes several minutes.]

[She returns a short while later, carrying a frosty glass topped with a head of foam and a slip of paper with numbers jotted down. Once she’s gone he sits alone, sipping his Guinness and listening to the singer’s sultry voice, and keeping a discreet eye on the entrance.]

Current Mood: tired

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Who: Edgeworth, the Corinthian (II)
What: A celebration is interrupted by an old favorite virus.
Where: Edgeworth's apartment
When: Mid-evening
Warnings: None

Sieghard was waiting by the door long before the jangling of keys preceded their entrance into the apartment. Edgeworth greeted the dog with a few gentle pats, leading him out of the doorway to allow their guest room to enter.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked, for once mindful of his duties as host. "There should still be a few beers left from the last time you were here."

Sieghard moved on to the Corinthian, planting himself at the nightmare's side and sniffing curiously at his hand before greeting him with a lick.

Current Mood: excited
Current Location: Los Angeles, CA

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Rachel had become accustomed to the dangers that involved working as an information broker, especially having spent so much time watching the mafia. Bloodshed and death weren't uncommon occurrences, and tonight, as she sat in on a Gandor party in a downtown hotel, was no exception.

The minute the ballroom doors burst open, Rachel had slunk out onto the balcony and perched on the ledge. There she remained, poised and ready to climb the side of the building if she needed to, listening to the commotion inside.

Current Mood: working

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Who: Cyril, Tyki, Edgworth
What: TEA TIME AT CYRIL'S~
Where: Cyril's lovely estate
When: Afternoon
Warnings: NSFW-ness and gratuitous smut? :3

It was a lovely day to spend time in the garden. The sky was clear, the air was fresh, and there was a cool breeze to offset the heat of the sun overhead. Honestly, it couldn't have been any more perfect if Cyril had planned it. Smiling to himself, the Noah withdrew a pocket watch from his vest and checked the time, giving a brief nod to one of his servents as she set a teapot on the table.

"Thank you, dear." Tucking the watch back into his vest, he looked up and flashed a brilliant smile at Tyki, who was sitting across from him. "It's ten to three," he said, watching the servant from the corner of his eye as she continued to set the table with three saucers, three tea cups, a bowl of sugar, and some biscuits. "He should be arriving any minute."

Current Mood: devious

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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.

Current Mood: hungry
Current Location: Los Angeles

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Who: Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth
What: Non-canon AU; Edgeworth doesn't know how to guard his drinks at a club. This is pretty much the only way we can think of to finally get them in the sack together.
Where: Some random hotel somewhere
When: Late evening, after a trip to the hotel's lounge
Warnings: NSFW-ness and gratuitous smut

By the time they'd reached their floor (which was, mercifully, only four flights up) it had become clear to him that something wasn't right. He wasn't certain just how wrong the situation was—he'd lost the capacity to judge that somewhere between the hotel bar and the service stairs—but the hot, aching instability that had finally begun to overwhelm him was setting off all the alarms he possessed.

Edgeworth picked up his pace as his room number came into view, eager to get away from his companion so he could endure in privacy whatever negative and potentially unpleasant symptoms were coming. His skin crawled with every scratch and caress of his clothing, and the other man's presence only exacerbated the sensation, leaving him feeling exposed and stifled at once. He focused his attention on the door, trying to block out everything else long enough to get inside, but Wright's presence was there behind him, like a buzz at the back of his consciousness, unavoidable. If he could only make it a few more feet...

Current Mood: naughty

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Who: Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth
What: Non-canon AU; Edgeworth mourns the loss of his friend, Phoenix Wright, who died several weeks ago. (OR DID HE?)
Where: Edgeworth's home, deep in the south
When: Night time, late 19th Century

- - -

Phoenix was well aware that he shouldn't be there. He'd been told several times--warned, even--to forget the life he'd had before, that even if he sought the people who once knew him, nothing would or could ever be the same. What they didn't understand, however, was that Miles Edgeworth was not a man one could so easily forget.

It started three nights ago. Phoenix had stood outside the other man's window, trying to drum up the courage to face him, even at the risk of being reviled, possibly pursued. Such a gamble, he reasoned, was as much for Edgeworth's benefit as Phoenix's own, selfish desire to see his old friend again. Edgeworth had had one too many people unexpectedly ripped from his life with little to no closure; Phoenix decided he would not be another.

So it was now, on the fourth night, that the once defense attorney stood outside Edgworth's window, staring at the drawn curtains on the other side of the glass. He didn't know if the window was locked, and he didn't intend to find out through any underhanded means. Instead, he lifted his hand and knocked four times at a very practiced, specific tempo. Hopefully, Edgeworth would remember the code from their younger days.

Current Mood: anxious

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Who: Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright
What: The No Consequences virus turns out to be conveniently timed.
Where: Edgeworth's Apartment
When: Non-canon DDD, Christmas Eve 2020

Under these circumstances, the view was surprisingly enjoyable. With his third glass in hand, it was easy enough to let his vision lose focus as he stared down at the city below, blurring the scene just enough so that the street, festooned with garlands and covered in gaudy decorations, became only a painting of lights, brilliant and non-specific.

Edgeworth glanced over at his companion; Wright had far more reason to enjoy the sight, and his gentle smile testified that he was doing just that. Edgeworth's lips quirked in return, the smallest flash of movement on his pale, otherwise impassive face, then he turned back to the view, leaning more heavily on the railing and taking a sip of his wine.

This did seem to be well on the way to becoming a tradition.

Current Mood: content
Current Location: Edgeworth's Apartment - Balcony

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Who: Miles Edgeworth, Tyki Mikk
What: Tyki decides to finally teach Edgeworth that lesson.
Where: Edgeworth's Apartment
When: AU/non-canon DDD, after Tyki finds out his friendship with Phoenix is beyond repair

( May or may not turn into a lesson of the naughty kind. You have been warned. )

Current Mood: naughty
Current Location: Edgeworth's Apartment - Bedroom
Current Music: Precious and few are the moments we two can share~

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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.

Current Mood: shocked
Current Location: Campsite in the middle of nowhere~

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[swings the door open]

Welcome to the Wright Talent Agency!

Current Location: Wright Talent Agency

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Who: Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright
What: Personal virus affecting Edgeworth.
Where: Edgeworth and Phoenix's home.
When: Saturday morning.

He awakened slowly, as he usually did on the weekends. He drifted lazily out of sleep, allowed himself those precious minutes of half-consciousness, and then, finally, spared a few more moments on the simple pleasure of a soft bed below him and a warm comfor--

A warm limb, stretched casually across his chest... When peripheral vision showed him the vague, somewhat flattened outline of dark spikes beside him Edgeworth was lost in a few panicked seconds of deja vu. He tensed and turned his head to stare at the (unfortunately familiar) form huddled beside (and, dear god, on top of) him.

Current Mood: shocked
Current Location: Bedroom

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