Always at the top! If you have anything to say about how I'm playing Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth, please let me know! Constructive criticism is most welcome. Anonymous comments are allowed, or you can comment with your journal. Please let me know how I'm doing. I plan to take every suggestion into consideration, and the ones that I believe will improve my RPing I'll do my best to implement.

Contact Information

	Office: 323-989-6452      └Capabilities || Voicemail      └Information available to || The general public Message || You've reached the desk of Miles Edgeworth, prosecutor for the city of Los Angeles. Currently, I’m unavailable. If you're in need of immediate assistance, I may be reached on my cell at 323-777-3816. Otherwise, please leave a short message and a number and time where you can be reached, and I'll contact you at the earliest possible convenience.
	Home (Unlisted): 323-383-4817      └ Capabilities || Voicemail      └ Information available to || Co-workers; Hired service people; Close acquaintances who request the information (The request itself can be assumed. If in doubt as to whether your character falls under this category, feel free to ask.) Message || As it should already be clear, I’m unavailable to take your call. If you’ve been given my cell number, you may reach me there. Otherwise, leave a message with a number where you can be contacted and state your reason for calling. If necessary, I’ll return your call once I’m available.
	Cell: 323-777-3816      └Phone || The year 2019 version of the Nokia E Series, design based on the current Nokia E71.      └Capabilities || Voicemail, e-mail, text, picture, camera/video, document scanning, document reading      └Information available to || Co-workers; Close acquaintances who request the information (The request itself can be assumed. If in doubt as to whether your character falls under this category, feel free to ask.); Anyone with access to cell phone listings for Los Angeles in the year 2019 8D Message || You’ve reached the cell phone of Miles Edgeworth. I’m currently unavailable. At the tone, please leave a brief message detailing the reason for your call and, if you require a call back, your contact information. I’ll get back to you at the earliest possible convenience.

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AIM: ProsMEdgeworth (Actual Screenname) E-mail:      └Work || MEdgeworth @ lacity.org      └Personal || samuraiprosecutor @ gmail.com

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Emergency Contacts

Physician: Dr. Frank Forrester
     └Phone || 323-814-3692
     └Information available to || Chief Prosecutor and the Human Resources Dept. of the Los Angeles Prosecutor’s Office, those capable of hacking his phone or computer contacts lists

Therapist: Dr. James Ellison
     └Phone || 323-555-9276
     └Information available to || Chief Prosecutor and the Human Resources Dept. of the Los Angeles Prosecutor’s Office, those capable of hacking his phone or computer contacts lists. Therapist’s name was also mentioned on Edgeworth’s journal during the Freud Virus.

Dog Trainer and Handler: Milan Falcon, of Falcon Trainers
     └Cell || 323-665-1154
     └E-mail || mfalcon @ falcontrainers.com
     └Information available to || Phoenix Wright, Detective Gumshoe (n/a), Mikaela Banes, Ten, Jordan Wilde (n/a), those capable of hacking his phone or computer contacts lists

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((OOC: If you’d like to leave Edgeworth a message, please note where the message is being left and include the date and/or time, if relevant.

Aside from his AIM SN, all contact information is fake. It should go without saying, but I’ll say it anyway. Please don’t call any of these numbers or e-mail any of these addresses. XD;;))

Wright, a word.



((OOC: Posted immediately on his return home from Pearl's birthday party.))

Gentlemen, I have an invitation to extend, and I assure you my ulterior motive behind doing so is a very reasonable one.

Would either of you be available this Saturday?



((OOC: Backdated to uh...Thursday, to pick a date arbitrarily. Referencing this post.))

((OOC: Backdated to last night, 6-29-09 comm time, around 9pm on the last day of the Dream Virus. References this community post. Edgeworth discovers why you shouldn’t try to outsmart the community by staying awake for four days straight.))



‘It couldn’t have been more than a few moments,’ he thinks, as he sweeps his bleary gaze around the living room. His eyes come to rest on the television screen; it’s empty and black, and it’s emitting the faintest electronic hum. ‘A few moments, hardly long enough for REM sleep, not enough for anything significant...’

...But the credits have obviously rolled, and must have ended an indeterminable time past. While he doesn’t remember falling asleep, he knows the movie itself, and not the credits, was the last thing on his mind when he did.

With a tightness growing in his chest, Edgeworth shoves his toes gently but firmly at the warm, soft weight covering his feet. Sigi’s ears twitch, and as he wakes he looks up at his master, cocking his head curiously. A snappish word is all it takes to send him shooting gracefully to his feet, and the dog stands aside to clear Edgeworth’s path then follows quickly in his wake as Edgeworth all but runs down the hall.

The office is dark, the computer screen dead. Edgeworth doesn’t bother to flick the light switch, simply crosses the room and drops into the Chesterfield so hurriedly that the chair rolls, almost overshooting the desk. His knee cracks against the wood, jarring the mouse and bringing the monitor to life. Edgeworth curses under his breath as he rights his chair and pulls out the keyboard tray.

The community is already open. A click of the mouse refreshes it, revealing his own username near the top of the page. The video box is black, giving no hint to what indignity it may contain. Something embarrassing, without question...but the dread slowly pooling in the pit of his stomach casts a frightening hint of foreshadowing over it, and he hesitates a long while before clicking the arrow on the screen.

Edgeworth watches it in darkness, the light of the monitor making his lips a tight, white line across his pale face. The dream unfurls with a horrible familiarity, each moment filling in the memory that had been nagging at the back of his mind and increasing his dread. The longer it plays the more his heart sinks, fear and dejection weighing it down.

When the video ends, Edgeworth stays exquisitely still, staring blankly at the screen with glazed eyes. Eventually he drops his head into his hands, struggling with his uneven breathing as he rubs roughly at the bridge of his nose, his temples. As he does so, Sigi pads softly across the carpet. The dog slowly lays his long head across Edgeworth’s knee, and Edgeworth finally lifts his head, runs both hands through his hair, leaving it in disarray, and, with a heavy sigh, reaches for the mouse.

Obviously deleting won’t be an option. The most he can hope for now is...damage control.

Foreshadowing? What foreshadowing?

( Cut for length, wangst, and daddy issues. )

Table: A
Prompt: Fantasy
DDD canon?: Oh yes.

( Cut for length and sexual content. Reader discretion is advised. )

Familiarity never seemed to lessen the pain. It made it more tolerable (generally; there were exceptions, annually and sporadically, on the heels of anniversaries and careless bouts of unchecked reminiscence), but the burn consuming his lungs was still as sharp, the soft voice was still as bitter, the scream still rang so harshly in his ears--

Edgeworth awoke with a choked cry, shot up in bed and stared, unseeing, into the darkness. A high whine sounded beside him, barely audible over the pounding pulse and phantom ring in his ears. Mechanically, Edgeworth dropped his hand off the side of the bed until his trailing fingers found thick, coarse fur. He buried his hand in it, twining his fingers tightly in Sigi's ruff, and struggled to bring his breathing under control. For a moment he was oblivious to the sick roiling building in his gut and the other presence in the room, oblivious to everything but the vice still tightening in his chest, his own ragged panting, and the burn in his throat.



((OOC: Backdated to...one of the nights of the Touchy-Feely Virus, guess it doesn't much matter which. XD))

If it hadn't been for Sigi's reaction, he might have entirely missed the knocking. The dog rose swiftly to his feet and padded out of the office, obviously eager to investigate something. When Edgeworth made it into the living room, Sigi's posture--rigid before the door, his gaze fixed firmly in the center of it--confirmed what he'd already guessed.

Edgeworth cast a lingering glance around the room, noting that everything was precisely where it belonged and wondering how long that might remain the case. After another moment's hesitation, he slipped into place between Sigi and the wall and swung open the door.



((OOC: Following this ongoing conversation in which the undeniable cuteness will get the better of him invitation will eventually be extended. Sort of. Takes place in the late afternoon/early evening, May 23, 2009 comm time.

Sorry for the crap tag, guys. T_T Posting order of Edgeworth --> Phoenix --> Pearl is okay, Fel?))

( OOC Notes on backdating. )



When he found Wright alone, sitting at one of the tables that were scattered around the room and nursing his drink, Edgeworth didn't approach him immediately. Instead he stood to the side, sipping occasionally at his own glass and watching the crowd mill about, all the while slipping stealthy, almost trepidatious glances at Wright.

Almost a minute had passed before Edgeworth moved, smoothly and surely, across the room, and came to a stop at Wright's side. He hesitated there, his brow furrowed minutely, but when he finally spoke his voice was as sure as usual. "Enjoying yourself?"

Wright, I'm afraid we're going to have to reschedule.




((OOC: Tags will be slow until this evening and/or this weekend. Please bear with me!))

((OOC: Taking place at about three this afternoon.))



A sharp knocking echoed through the living room, and in its wake, a disheveled head of grey hair popped up over the back of the sofa, followed by a pair of blearily blinking grey eyes. Edgeworth regarded the front door curiously for a moment, his brows furrowed; the dog walker (who he'd been forced to call once he realized his dismissal of the boy's services for the days he'd be home was rather...premature) wasn't due for several more hours, and he obviously wasn't expecting any company.

Edgeworth leaned his chin against the back of the sofa for a while, peering at the door through half-lidded eyes, and debated with himself over whether he should bother to chase off whatever salesman or neighbor's friend was waiting outside the door or just leave it up to them to take the blatantly obvious hint.

...But the hint wasn't blatantly obvious enough, apparently, and as the second round of loud knocking pierced his skull, aggravating his headache, Edgeworth finally stirred, untangling himself from his thick blanket and stretching gingerly to set his book on the ottoman. By the time he dragged himself unsteadily to his feet, the knocking had ceased, but Sigi's sudden appearance in the hallway (and his fixation on the door) told Edgeworth the silence didn't indicate a retreat.

Brows furrowing deeply, Edgeworth shuffled across the living room. He stood in front of the door for a few moments, wrapping his arms around himself in a vain effort to stave off his shivering, then cautiously opened it and looked out into the hall.

Nurse Thompson, it would appear your treatment wasn't as effective as you'd thought.




((OOC: So guess what condition frequently relapses? :D Posted earlier this afternoon. This is also an attempt for me to get more active and back into the swing of things, pleeeease bear with me if my tags suck or I'm slow. Thanks guys. ♥

ETA: Off to bed guys, will try to reply (slowly) during work tomorrow. Night!))

Edgey's looking even more fabulous than usual.


( Way more under the cut: Edgeworth, Phoenix, and Pearl, all looking ~*beautiful*~. )

In other news, for the past week or more (since the Oregon Trail virus started and our trip to the Queen Mary left us without internets for a couple days) I haven't had a chance to keep up with the friends page. I'm going back through everything now (LOL 340 entries back so far) but I'm not planning on commenting to anything from that period. If there's something you want Edgeworth to respond to, though, especially ongoing plot things, please let me know and I'll get on it! Love you guys~

Table A: Edgeworth and Friends Acquaintances

001.	Evidence	002.	I'm here	003.	Funeral	004.	Puppy love	005.	Gloves
006.	Blackboard	007.	Muse	008.	Magic	009.	Clean	010.	Secret
011.	Superstition	012.	Fantasy	013.	Test	014.	Tease	015.	Storm
016.	Strawberries	017.	Weapon	018.	Beach	019.	Lost	020.	Cry
021.	Aloof	022.	Blood	023.	Tower Block	024.	Taxi	025.	Search
026.	Writer's Choice	027.	Writer's Choice	028.	Writer's Choice	029.	Writer's Choice	030.	Writer's Choice

I plan to finish this...EVENTUALLY. May be drabbles, full-sized fics, threads, IC IM convos, just about anything aside from art.

I'm not sure which characters I may end up using (hell, it may be none, as I feel incredibly inadequate about handling other people's characters >_>) but if your character has any sort of regular interactions/relationship/etc. with Edgeworth and you don't mind running the risk of me butchering them, can you give permission here for me to use them in prompts? :D

Also, I have to apologize for my fail in tagging lately. I've been horribly slow and I really have no excuse for it. Hopefully the situation will improve soon, since now it's less RL issues and more catching up from the prior RL issues, I'm sorry. :(

((OOC: Back around Christmas of last year we started this thread, then stopped, then started, then stopped... Almost exactly six months later--a personal record!--we're finally done with it. We were trying for Christmas in July, but with the dream virus happening we couldn't wait that long. So...enjoy some Christmas in June? 8D?))



He ate in on Christmas Eve. His meal consisted of a thick, rich beef stew and the perfect accompaniment, a crisp, white bread, a day stale.

He drank in, as well. A glass of an Australian Syrah with dinner, another after their evening walk; he had a cup of tea while he finished up the work he'd managed to bring home, but when the work ran out he was (perhaps a bit too) quick to open a California Cab.

He stayed in all evening. Venturing out into the garishly decorated streets for anything other than absolute necessity was out of the question. Even in the half hour it took him to take Sigi on his walk he was accosted by three sets of revelers (bedecked in fuzzy red and white hats, and apparently much deeper in the bottle than he was, if their slurred, off-pitch renditions of Christmas carols were any indication) and dozens of the godawful light displays and tacky plastic decorations that made it impossible to forget the date.

( He was only too happy to escape to his apartment. )

The routine was one that had been honed over years of holidays. Through trial and error, a bit of what little luck he seemed to possess, and his own baseless, probably foolish superstitions, Edgeworth had developed several methods to ease his way through the season. None of them were particularly effective--most had to be used in conjunction with each other, and success was never a guarantee--but as difficult as the nights were, they could always be more difficult without them.

That possibility alone was enough to enforce his subconscious (and, sometimes, conscious) habits, and this year life had taken a few uncharacteristically gracious steps to make it simpler to maintain them. The annual swell in property crime had reached a new peak; busy days at the office became busy nights at the office, with only an occasional interruption by a wild-eyed and breathless co-worker to break his quick, comfortable working pace. Tea, which was normally a close friend, became his crutch, and when the Gatewater ceased deliveries for the evening, his own stash of Darjeeling and Earl Grey was always available. Late drives were followed by late dinners accompanied by late glasses of wine. When Sigi lead him on their evening stroll, the brisk, barely-winter air served to brace him for several more hours of the work he carried home with him.

When Edgeworth buried himself in his sheets and forced himself to lose focus by listening to the quiet breathing drifting up from his bedside, he was never quite able to quash the (probably vain) hope that tonight, the darkness he fell into would hold only darkness.



((OOC: Sorry I'm so late, Cori. ;o; You can start with whatever scene you want to!))