The Demon Prosecutor

50: [Flounce]

2008-06-23T00:12:41Z

In a community which harbors megalomaniacs, murderers, and thieves - a place in which people's personal lives are regularly trotted out without consent - for this to have prompted calumny is nothing short of hypocrisy.

My personal life was never intended to be made public. Yet had the choice been made freely it would still have been within my rights to make mention of my preferences and activities in my own journal. As for those preferences, such choices have absolutely no bearing on any member of this community. Whatever connection some of you may believe exists between us, you have no rights where my life is concerned.

Think what you will about me. I was entirely truthful when I said external opinions on this particular subject mean nothing to me. Your righteous indignation would have been better spent on the more damaging results of this virus. I imagine the plague victims might have been more appreciative of the attention.

Once again this place has proven to be far more trouble than it's worth.

((OOC: Consider this Edgeworth's flounce post. Drama queen.

From here on in he won't be commenting anywhere until the final case of Trials and Tribulations, which will take place July 7th or 8th. Please feel free to comment and tell him what an ass he was or tease him about the hookers, etc., but no responses are going to be given. Comments on any prior posts will be backdated to before the virus' end. Edgey will see you guys in a couple of weeks. ♥))

49: Memento vivere

2008-06-21T05:40:21Z

Notre Dame was as beautiful as I remembered. There's a calm in grand cathedrals which can't be duplicated, a sanctity that has nothing to do with religion and everything to do with faith. There is something to be said for a self-contained realm which can turn the thoughts of even the most stoic of atheists to questions of an almost spiritual nature.

Tomorrow I shall visit the Paris Opera House. It's one of the few landmarks of the city I never experienced during my prior stay, and I'm looking forward to it.

During the ride back to the apartment I was treated to Rubinstein's rendition of Liszt's Liebesträume no. 3. The stations in Los Angeles play that particular recording only infrequently, so it was a small pleasure to catch it. Rubinstein's interpretation has always been my favorite. My father's, as well. Work on his most difficult cases usually involved him hiding in his study, with Liebesträume no. 3 spilling from the half-open door. I suppose it helped to calm his mind.

I rarely entered his study. It was...his space, and only his. I was always welcomed, of course; we spent most of our time together yet he always seemed glad to see me when we'd been apart for even a short time. The study was his, though, and almost sacrosanct. Intruding while he was in there felt improper and I had no desire to be an annoyance. (Not then, at least. I'm sure I made the typical nuisance of myself at other times.)

Still, there were a few times when it was necessary to interrupt Rubinstein. He always gave me his attention, but it was never quite immediate; he had to pull his gaze away from the photograph of my mother. Do you remember it, Phoenix? The one in the brass frame that rested on the bookshelf against the far wall? The picture Larry almost broke one of the many times he goaded us into the study while my father was in another part of the house. For that matter, do you remember when he broke father's globe? That piece was an antique, a family heirloom. It was a miracle he still allowed you two to stay the weekend.

...Perhaps not. He always was far more forgiving than any of us deserved. Especially Larry.

My father was a great man. I'm glad that you knew him. That you're able to remember him with me. It struck me as odd, this afternoon: it was almost twenty years ago. In that time I've felt his absence keenly, more so when I hear this song, as memory connected to sensory input is so much stronger than what the mind can conjure on its own. Yet when I heard it today I remembered him, and his study... It was such a good memory. It's always been a good memory. I wonder why it never seemed that way before.

((OOC: Oh dear God why?))

48: Mmm.

2008-06-19T08:14:10Z

Parisien men are delectable.

((OOC: Takes place the morning after this RL. 10:08am Paris time, Thursday morning.))

[RLs 20 and 21: Sex at the Chateau Marmont/Sex in Paris]

2008-06-19T07:30:57Z

Now that I have your attention...

So, ages ago I planned and started an Edgeworth-only RL in which Edgeworth gets laid. Whoo! Unfortunately I never finished it, but when this new, somewhat related RL came up I decided to finish up the other and post them together for some heavy contrast. The first took place during Phoenix's vacation in February, the weekend before Phoenix returned home. As such, Edgeworth was still wearing his cast at the time, and was just beginning to realize the attraction he was developing toward his friend.

The second took place starting at about 1pm comm time, or 10pm Paris time. Because of the time the Hakuna Matata virus began I had to flub a few details, namely saying that the cafe Edgeworth frequents stays open very late, and that an exponentially increasing tourist trade prompted the Paris of the future to keep many of the tourist attractions open much later than usual.

Rating is equivalent to R, and RLs contain mansex. You have been warned. ♥

Sex at the Chateau Marmont
He was young; shy of too young, but just barely. A lithe body, more lean than Miles preferred, and he moved with an eager sort of grace that would have made him seem even younger.

Though his eyes made up for it. Older and more experienced than the rest of him (or, at least, than the rest of him appeared to be), they offset his flaws. Miles felt an answering flare of heat when the man gave him that look accompanied by that challenging cock of one perfectly sculpted eyebrow.

Miles led him into the bedroom, where the man (he had introduced himself as Damien, a name Edgeworth had immediately determined was too ridiculously stage to utter) wasted no time in crawling onto the bed and leaning back languidly against the covers (thick and richly embroidered down comforters - along with the soundproof walls and the discretion of the staff, the luxuriant beds were one of the main reasons he continued to use this as one of his specific-purpose hotels.)

There was no hurry in Miles' manner as he carefully removed his jabot (a drawn-out task when done one-handed) and laid it across one of the chairs in the room's small seating area. He took his time removing his sling, his jacket, his vest, hanging what needed to be hung; slowly divesting himself of his clothes until the man on his bed was positively pouting.

Miles gave him a self-satisfied smirk as he settled himself gently on the bed. The man looked him over and returned an appreciative smirk of his own; Miles wondered how genuine it was. He was well aware of his own attractiveness (perfection to be strived for in all things). Yet he guessed the gesture was mostly for his benefit, the sort of response learned by all those whose livelihood depends on their client's ego; a look born of little-to-no real lust and practiced by all such professionals, from pórnoi to geisha. Its effect was undeniable, and the man held his eyes for a few moments before Miles pulled his gaze down to his chest, which was still covered by a tight, black Armani shirt.

"You're falling behind. Do try to keep up." The tone wasn't gentle or teasing, and the man blinked owlishly then grinned.

"In a hurry?"

"Yes."

A wider grin, and laughter danced in his dark blue eyes. "Well, I'm not. I prefer a job done well to one done fast. You get the best results that way." His eyes traveled up Miles' body again, openly appraising. "You look like a man who's used to the best, and you're damn well paying for the best, so how about we do this right?"

"Do you advise all your clients of their preferences?"

"...The customer is always right," he conceded genially, though anger hid in his dark eyes and subtly tensed muscles. Edgeworth ignored the reaction in favor of grabbing a condom from the nightstand and tossing it on the bed beside his 'guest.'

He indicated his cast with a terse nod. "You'll have to put it on." The man complied silently, stripping off his clothes and applying the condom after Edgeworth obliged him with a few pumps of his good hand. Finally satisfied, Edgeworth laid back against the luxuriant pillows and looked up at the man expectantly.

The escort prepped him quickly, efficiently. His dextrous fingers worked at the tight ring of muscle while he took Mile's member in and tongued the shaft diligently. He was talented, that couldn't be argued; trained through experience or naturally skilled, perhaps both. His intentions were clear and Edgeworth gave a mental nod of approval before closing his eyes and allowing him to do what he was being paid for, as quickly as he was capable of.

Miles was silent as the man entered him, quiet as he rocked in and out with increasing speed, and the escort followed his cue. The only sounds in the room were deep, ragged panting and the steady squeaking of the bed. Miles listened to it idly, some distracted part of his mind tracking the mounting frequency and correlating it with the growing tingling in the small of his back. He was getting close but it wasn't enough.

"I paid for soundproofing. Use it," he finally declared, his voice gravelly and harsh. To his credit the escort responded as bid, filling the room with moaning and an occasional desperate whimper that raised gooseflesh on Miles' skin. Miles drank it in, pressing harder into his thrusts, but found shortly that it still wasn't enough. That last peak was out of reach.

Eventually he let his eyes slip shut again and resorted to fantasizing. The likenesses of actors, co-workers, even several members of that damned community floated before his mind's eye, one at a time. Their faces were all twisted with lust, eyes closed and mouths open, skin glistening with sweat, and he could feel his release approaching.

When Wright's face appeared, his expressive eyes dark with need and his voice keening hungrily in Miles' ear, his heart quite literally stopped. Before he could banish the image his climax slammed into him, harder than he could ever recall. It stole his breath and drew a choked cry from his dry throat, and the escort followed him with an almost surprised look on his features.

After it was over Edgeworth gave them only a few minutes to lay there. Once he'd recovered enough to move he rose from the bed. "You may use the facilities. Be quick about it." The escort obediently retrieved his clothes and entered the bathroom, and by the time he emerged Edgeworth was wearing briefs and holding out a roll of cash from the room safe. The man accepted it politely, though he gave Edgeworth a questioning glance before he left.

Edgeworth cleaned up hurriedly once he was gone, then retreated to the hotel bar until closing time.

Sex in Paris
He really was exquisite. That fact hadn't escaped Edgeworth's notice over the past weeks, but tonight, as he again met those striking blue eyes for a few, brief moments, it was made abundantly clear. Edgeworth leaned back in his chair; the uncomfortable wrought iron served to heighten the restlessness that had been building in him all evening, and the stranger's sharp gaze and broad shoulders weren't helping matters.

So, despite being years out of practice (aside from a few clumsy acts of desperation early on, Edgeworth's prior encounters had been the sort that one only needed money to obtain) he flirted openly, radiating his customary air of confidence as he sipped slowly at his cabernet and cast appraising glances at the stranger at the next table. The prospect of making a fool of himself never crossed his mind, and the man's fixed gaze spoke of nothing but approval.

As Edgeworth's empty wine glass clinked softly on the bistro table the stranger slid casually into the seat across from him.

"Good evening." His voice was soft, his accent almost lilting. He began the conversation in English; Edgeworth didn't bother to correct him, simply responded with a polite nod. A small, eager smile broke over the man's thin lips. "You've been here several weeks now?"

"Over a month, actually."

"Yes? How I missed you those first weeks, it's a mystery." Edgeworth smirked at that, amusement clear in his eyes, and said nothing. His companion's pale cheeks flushed slightly and he continued in a less assured tone, "You've seen the sights, non? The Tower, the Louvre... Jardin du Luxembourg is nearby, you must have seen that one."

"I have," Edgeworth replied. His eyes traced the strong line of the man's jaw, down his throat, to where his neck met his shoulder and disappeared under his finely knit navy shirt. He finally raised his gaze to the man's eyes, again admiring their deep blue hue. His companion met the stare.

"Then you know the beauty of the gardens. I take my evening stroll there. I was on my way there, once I leave here." A pause, and an enticing uncertainty in his eyes. "You would like to join me, Monsieur?"

There was no hesitation. "I would."

--

The gardens were beautiful, as always. Despite his interest in his companion's loping gait and perfect waist Miles mustered enough attention to listen dutifully to Henri's excited discourse on the statues they came across. By the time they'd reached the lake, though, Edgeworth's interest was rapidly waning, diverted to more immediate concerns. As Henri watched couples stroll along the lake's edge, Edgeworth watched Henri.

A minute later he leaned in, shoulder barely touching shoulder and his lips mere inches from the man's ear. "Your apartment is close?" He punctuated the question with a sharp nip at the skin of his neck, below the earlobe. Henri started, made a confused and wholly intoxicating sound, and finally nodded.

--

The walk was short and silent. The building was a high-rent one. They took the elevator up to a studio apartment, larger than Edgeworth expected and with undoubtedly thick walls. As they entered he smirked at the setting. 'Studio' obviously held a double meaning in this case: numerous paintings were scattered throughout the apartment in various stages of completion. Most were male portraits, though a few were abstracts or landscapes in pastels. Henri skirted them expertly as he made his way across the room, and Edgeworth followed, joining him as he lowered himself onto the bed.

Henri reached for a small remote on the night stand and pointed it at a complex sound system on the far wall, but Miles didn't give him the chance to use it. With one hand he pulled it from the man's suddenly slack grip; the other hand he slid under the man's shirt, teasing his side until the remote was discarded on the floor and both hands could be devoted to the urgent task of tugging the navy shirt over his head.

The body that was revealed was more than suitable. Edgeworth paused to admire the man's broad chest and tight abdomen. A thin trail of dark hair circled his navel and continued down to dip promisingly below his waistband, and the long hair that had framed his face was now in wisps around his head.

After allowing him time for frank admiration, Henri reciprocated, eagerly pulling Miles' shirt off. They reached for each other's belts simultaneously, began to crawl toward the headboard as they removed pants, briefs, their mouths exploring each other's skin while their hands were pleasantly busy.

Eventually Henri fumbled blindly in the nightstand, finally coming up with a condom and a white tube. Miles decided the roles for him, snatching the condom from him and working his way down the man's belly, his mouth preempting any protests while he slipped the condom on. The man was already hard and hot in his hands, and Miles grinned against his salty skin.

Their preparation was quick, Henri's thick fingers spreading him easily, and the position was decided without words. By the time his companion pressed smoothly into him and began a slow pace, they were reduced to loud, labored panting, punctuated by even louder moans. Miles curled over him, alternating nips and a bruising grip with licking and light, teasing tweaks of his nipples. He rode his hips roughly, drawing desperate groaning from the man's throat with every stroke, and was rewarded with fingers roaming down his back, around his waist, closing tightly over his shaft.

It wasn't long before they were both close. Their pace quickened; Miles breathed deeply of the heady musk of sex, lost himself in the burn of friction and the pressure building at the base of his spine and eyes that seemed all too familiar. One stroke went impossibly deep and he moaned wantonly, "Right there, right..." Another stroke, and he pressed down onto it with all the force he could manage, "...right, keep right th-"

That was it. He squeezed his eyes shut as every muscle in his body clenched, and as lust-clouded blue eyes flashed through his mind a choked, "Oh god Wright," was ripped from his throat.

Henri came moments after. Still trembling spasmodically, Miles lifted himself off of him then rolled onto the bed, lying bonelessly beside him. Henri watched him, his face wearing the expression of a man attempting to decipher a phrase of slang from a language he's not fluent in.

Miles only smirked in response.

47 [Private; hackable] (He tried.)

2008-06-16T00:04:30Z

They'd been...difficult lately, but that...

...I'm sorry.

((OOC: 2:04a Paris time, night of 6-15-08/morning of 6-16-08.))

[OOC: MASH!]

2008-06-13T01:13:23Z

I couldn't help myself...



		I will marry Cuddy.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Belgium in our fabulous Apartment.
		We will have 99 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a crimson Corvette.
		I will spend my days as a prosecutor, and live happily ever after.

♥

Choices were:
People - Wright, Zelos, Cuddy, Bourne, Maraich
Cars - Benz, BMW, Corvette, Porsche, MINI (XD)
Colors - magenta, crimson, scarlet, burgundy, pink
Places - London, Belgium, New York City, Paris, Los Angeles
Jobs - defense attorney, prosecutor, pirate, race car driver, movie director

...Dear Tallest, I can't wait for the secrets.

[OOC: iPersonic Personality Test]

2008-06-06T06:53:28Z

Since he won't be posting this for himself, heh. This is ridiculously accurate. O_o

[OOC] In Character Question Meme

2008-06-02T23:30:50Z

10 Questions ★ in Character Meme

[RL 19: He Was Right; Edgeworth only][Backdated]

2008-06-02T04:17:54Z

((Taking place at around 10:00pm on the evening of 5-28-08, Paris time (around 1pm 5-28-08 comm time) - about 15 hours after this fight that resulted from the Alignment Virus.))

The café was busy; he'd opted to eat on the patio, which was less occupied thanks to the slight chill of the night. Throughout his dinner his eyes traced the movements of the crowds filling the sidewalks, while his mind traced the same words, over and over.

The food hadn't seemed up to the brasserie's usual standards. Edgeworth pulled his wallet out of his jacket pocket and dug out a few bills - enough to cover the meal and a marginal tip - with a quick, calculated movement and dropped them on the table, almost stood to leave-

He settled back into the steel bistro chair, his eyes fixed on the hint of color laying innocuously in his wallet. It was a recent addition, still crisp; he pulled the photo out slowly and studied it for a drawn-out moment. The edges were lined in a thin, white fray, the result of being cut to size. It was already bowed slightly but otherwise intact, vibrant as the day it was taken. Familiar faces captured in a joyful tableau: Larry, a ridiculous expression on his face; Detective Gumshoe, flinging confetti as if they'd just won some sports event or other; Maya, holding a banner that seemed so presumptuous only minutes prior and wearing a grin that was almost infectious. And Wright...

Miles' gaze softened the longer he stared. The addition of the photo had been a whim, a moment of inexcusable sentimentalism...a mistake. One of far too many impulses indulged, moments that left him vulnerable, too open to people and all the frustrations and pain that they bring.

Wright's words were true. They...hurt, so much more than he would admit. If the source had been different, if it wasn't Wright who said them...

Brows furrowed, Edgeworth slid the photo back into his wallet. A reminder, still, though what it was meant to remind him of had changed. He saw what was necessary now, realized how badly he'd slipped. The lapse would be corrected, as all mistakes should be, where possible.

Edgeworth glanced up into a startling pair of blue eyes. Something seemed to flutter in his chest, panicked, before the rest of the man's face came into focus: a strong jaw, sharp nose, high cheekbones. He wore the casually chic style typical of the more successful artists in the area, and appeared to be the only diner at the table across from his.

He'd been watching Edgeworth. Upon being caught, instead of looking away in embarrassment he continued to stare, with a mildly interested quirk to one thin brow. Edgeworth flashed him a glare. The man's eyes widened in response; the slight smile that had turned up the corners of his lips fell away, but he continued to hold Edgeworth's gaze for a long time after.

When the man nodded politely at him and finally returned his attention to the colorful magazine in his left hand, Edgeworth rose immediately from his table and left.

[OOC: Dating Persona Quiz]

2008-05-13T05:18:47Z

Because all the cool kids are doing it!

Also, forgive my fail over the weekend, as we were busy doing many things that included cleaning up the bedroom a bit and spending Mother's Day with Idgie's family. I'll still be tagging the threads I left hanging! Hopefully before I pass out again tonight...

The Bachelor

Deliberate Gentle Sex Master (DGSM)

Straight-up. Studly. Congratulations, you are The Bachelor.

You're an honest, good-thinking guy, and though you're very sexually active, people don't perceive you as a male-slut or man-whore or guy-dick-putter-inner or whatever. You have a sterling reputation.

You're a careful person, perhaps too much so for your friends' tastes, but guys like that in you. You probably don't kiss & tell. And you definitely don't brag. You know you don't have to prove anything to anyone. It's as if you believe in monogamy, so long as it's with lots of different people.

Our guess is that you've got some kind of word-of-mouth going with the boys out there, and that in the future, your sex partners will get even more plentiful, and more attractive, too.

You will settle down eventually, and make an excellent husband. You seem like the type who is into the idea of making copies of yourself, so you'll probably adopt kids. Bear in mind, meanwhile, this can get expensive.

ALTERNATE ENDING: You will die broke and alone. Vermin will feast on your ragged body for five days before the groundskeeper notices. The thing is, when somebody dies in a public restroom, the natural odor of his decomposing flesh is often masked by the feces smell.

Your exact male opposite:

The Manchild

Random Brutal Love Dreamer

Always avoid: The Manchild (RBLD)

Consider: The Bachelor (DGSM), The Backrubber (DGSD)

Link: The Online Dating Persona Test | OkCupid - free online dating | Dating

--

Okay, went ahead and made some educated guesses at what his answers would be once he was able to ~~open his fucking eyes~~ find someone to love and had been in the relationship long-term.

The Gentleman

Deliberate Gentle Love Master (DGLM)

Steady & mature. You are The Gentleman.

For anyone looking for an even-keeled, considerate lover, you're their man. You're sophisticated. You know what you want both in a relationship and outside of it. You have a substantial romantic side, and you're experienced enough sexually to handle yourself in that arena, too. Your future relationships will be long-lasting; you're classic "marrying material," a prize in the eyes of many.

It's possible that behind it all, you're a bit of a male slut. Your best friends know that in relationships you're fundamentally sex-driven. You're a safe, reliable guy, who does get laid. In a lot of ways, you're like a well-worn, comfortable pair of socks. Did you ever jack off into one of those? All the time.

Your ideal mate is NOT a nut-job. He is giving and loving, like you, but also experienced.

Your exact male opposite:

The Last Man on Earth

Random Brutal Sex Dreamer

Always avoid: The False Messiah (DBLM)

Consider: The Gentleman (DGLM), someone just like you.

Link: The Online Dating Persona Test | OkCupid - personals | Dating

46: Europe

2008-05-10T10:20:54Z

I am in Europe, and will be visiting various countries for the foreseeable future. My journaling is likely to be less frequent, as I'll be devoting more time to my current work.

45: To whom it may concern, mostly Rufus ShinRa

2008-05-08T21:23:53Z

I'm home, with thanks for my return due to nothing but the timely end of another farce of a virus.

ShinRa, I have some business to attend to but I intend to discuss this at a later date. I also have some tips on hospitality to share with you, the primary one being 'Waking your guest up at gunpoint is a faux pas.'

[Locked to Gumshoe]
Detective, a word, please.

[IM Log 1] Is it a...date?

2008-05-08T05:31:30Z

ProsMEdgeworth (9:13:46 PM):	Wright?
wright2nattorney (9:14:55 PM):	Edgeworth? Is that you?
ProsMEdgeworth (9:14:59 PM):	...Yes.
wright2nattorney (9:19:06 PM):	I was worried. Are you home?
wright2nattorney (9:19:09 PM):	Are you... normal?
ProsMEdgeworth (9:19:18 PM):	I am.
wright2nattorney (9:19:43 PM):	Do you need anything?
ProsMEdgeworth (9:20:16 PM):	If I didn't need anything during the period in which I didn't have hands, I don't need anything now.
wright2nattorney (9:20:25 PM):	Er... okay.
wright2nattorney (9:20:29 PM):	Well... are you all right?
ProsMEdgeworth (9:20:39 PM):	Relatively, yes.
wright2nattorney (9:21:12 PM):	You've never IMed me before. Not that I mind, of course...
wright2nattorney (9:21:25 PM):	But I thought you might need something. If not, that's fine. I'm just glad you're back.
ProsMEdgeworth (9:22:53 PM):	I don't need anything, Wright.
wright2nattorney (9:23:10 PM):	What's wrong?
ProsMEdgeworth (9:23:27 PM):	You assume something's wrong?
wright2nattorney (9:23:43 PM):	No.
wright2nattorney (9:23:46 PM):	...Well, maybe.
ProsMEdgeworth (9:23:52 PM):	Maybe?
wright2nattorney (9:23:58 PM):	Did you want to talk about something?
wright2nattorney (9:24:07 PM):	That's usually the case when you IM someone.
wright2nattorney (9:24:21 PM):	Not that I expect you to conform to societal norms.
ProsMEdgeworth (9:25:15 PM):	That would be a foolish expectation.
ProsMEdgeworth (9:25:57 PM):	Wright...
ProsMEdgeworth (9:26:08 PM):	I spoke to the girl.
wright2nattorney (9:27:22 PM):	The girl...?
ProsMEdgeworth (9:27:32 PM):	Yes.
wright2nattorney (9:27:36 PM):	You mean Trucy.
ProsMEdgeworth (9:28:00 PM):	You're well aware she's the one I mean.
wright2nattorney (9:31:37 PM):	What about her?
ProsMEdgeworth (9:31:59 PM):	I'm sure you can figure it out.
wright2nattorney (9:32:49 PM):	Say what you want to say, Edgeworth.
ProsMEdgeworth (9:33:43 PM):	It's not what I want to say.
ProsMEdgeworth (9:33:50 PM):	Most of what she said concerned you.
wright2nattorney (9:36:36 PM):	I'm well aware of that.
ProsMEdgeworth (9:38:40 PM):	...Wright, we know nothing about this girl or her connection to you.
wright2nattorney (9:39:23 PM):	What are you trying to say? She's not who she claims to be...?
ProsMEdgeworth (9:40:05 PM):	I'm saying the information she gave you means nothing.
wright2nattorney (9:40:54 PM):	How much did she tell you?
ProsMEdgeworth (9:41:10 PM):	Most of what she told you.
wright2nattorney (9:41:20 PM):	It doesn't mean anything...
ProsMEdgeworth (9:41:28 PM):	No, it doesn't.
ProsMEdgeworth (9:42:37 PM):	This is the reason I didn't ask any questions of the other one, Gavin.
ProsMEdgeworth (9:42:53 PM):	It's all meaningless.
wright2nattorney (9:43:04 PM):	Other one? Gavin?
wright2nattorney (9:43:12 PM):	What do you know about Gavin?
ProsMEdgeworth (9:44:58 PM):	A man calling himself Klavier Gavin appeared on the community some time ago. I haven't seen him since, but through our discussion he revealed his current year.
wright2nattorney (9:45:21 PM):	...2026?
ProsMEdgeworth (9:45:26 PM):	Of course.
wright2nattorney (9:45:33 PM):	Edgeworth...
wright2nattorney (9:46:55 PM):	Ever since we joined that place, we've been faced with so many things that are unbelievable. I don't know what to think anymore. Alternate dimensions? What does that even mean?
wright2nattorney (9:47:19 PM):	Sometimes I'm content with everything that's gone on. Then things happen like last weekend and the week before... And Trucy...
wright2nattorney (9:47:35 PM):	I wish the last few months had been a dream.
ProsMEdgeworth (9:51:30 PM):	Our lives were never normal, Wright. We dealt with it. This is...no different.
wright2nattorney (9:51:50 PM):	It isn't?
wright2nattorney (9:53:28 PM):	How can you even say that? Unless there's something you aren't telling me, neither of us has ever had to deal with anything like this before.
ProsMEdgeworth (9:57:10 PM):	She means nothing. If she is from an alternate time-line, it has no bearing on us. If she... It makes no sense for her to be from our future. The very fact of her sharing such information all but negates the possibility of it happening. It's a paradox.
wright2nattorney (9:57:49 PM):	Stranger things have happened...
wright2nattorney (9:58:28 PM):	There's a lot she knows about me, Edgeworth. About where I went to college and what I majored in. If it was some kind of alternate time-line...
wright2nattorney (9:58:46 PM):	Wouldn't there be contradictions? Differences?
ProsMEdgeworth (10:00:29 PM):	Not necessarily. Alternate time-lines are different because something has changed. Even a single event can set off a chain. Perhaps that event hasn't occurred.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:00:37 PM):	Perhaps it will never occur.
wright2nattorney (10:02:21 PM):	Maybe it occurs this year.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:02:30 PM):	Maybe it doesn't.
wright2nattorney (10:04:24 PM):	I don't know what to think. Maybe I'm thinking too much...
ProsMEdgeworth (10:04:56 PM):	Wright, what will you do if the event happens?
wright2nattorney (10:05:03 PM):	What do you mean...?
ProsMEdgeworth (10:05:23 PM):	You've been forewarned. You have a chance to prepare.
wright2nattorney (10:05:32 PM):	But you just said...
wright2nattorney (10:06:16 PM):	I mean... What if it's not an alternate dimension? What if it is our future? I can't...
ProsMEdgeworth (10:07:12 PM):	What if it is? You handle it accordingly, knowing what you now know. Knowing what mistakes are made and perhaps able to correct them.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:07:32 PM):	And if it is an alternate time-line, it's a non-issue.
wright2nattorney (10:07:39 PM):	I can't do this right now. This is too much to think about.
wright2nattorney (10:08:00 PM):	It's ridiculous. I wouldn't do those things. I wouldn't... present forged evidence. How does that even happen?
wright2nattorney (10:08:36 PM):	If I lost my job, I wouldn't become a piano player. I wouldn't play poker for a living. I wouldn't make my daughter work because I can't afford the rent. I wouldn't do that.
wright2nattorney (10:08:47 PM):	There's no point in thinking about it.
wright2nattorney (10:08:50 PM):	It's not going to happen.
wright2nattorney (10:08:52 PM):	Right...?
ProsMEdgeworth (10:08:54 PM):	It isn't.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:09:07 PM):	For all the reasons you just stated, it isn't.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:09:33 PM):	You're aware of the possibility. You won't make the same mistakes, though you may make others.
wright2nattorney (10:09:46 PM):	That's an inevitability.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:10:00 PM):	And this scenario isn't.
wright2nattorney (10:10:23 PM):	Maya and Pearls...
wright2nattorney (10:10:30 PM):	She said we don't get to see them very often.
wright2nattorney (10:11:03 PM):	...They don't get to see them very often.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:11:18 PM):	They don't.
wright2nattorney (10:11:49 PM):	...She's a nice kid.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:12:12 PM):	It would seem so.
wright2nattorney (10:13:00 PM):	Anyway...
wright2nattorney (10:13:14 PM):	Sorry about that. It's been on my mind for the past few days. I guess I needed to vent.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:13:27 PM):	I intended to...speak to you earlier.
wright2nattorney (10:13:37 PM):	Yeah, a lot of stuff happened.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:13:47 PM):	That's one way of putting it.
wright2nattorney (10:16:40 PM):	Seems like it's been one thing after another the last few weeks.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:19:54 PM):	Some time in between would have been welcome. As it is my workload is backlogged.
wright2nattorney (10:20:39 PM):	...Because while a dragon was attacking a ballroom and a god was bringing down a cathedral, your workload was the only thing at stake.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:21:05 PM):	It was one of my higher priorities.
wright2nattorney (10:21:10 PM):	Clearly.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:21:43 PM):	I wouldn't have had to worry about the dragon if you hadn't dragged me to that ball.
wright2nattorney (10:21:57 PM):	Oh, it's my fault is it?
ProsMEdgeworth (10:22:04 PM):	Isn't everything?
wright2nattorney (10:22:07 PM):	If I recall correctly, Pearls was the one who convinced you.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:23:08 PM):	I'm not convinced she did it without prompting. Surely she wouldn't have asked if you hadn't been involved. Somehow.
wright2nattorney (10:23:24 PM):	I tried to talk her out of it, believe it or not.
wright2nattorney (10:23:39 PM):	I only had your best interests in mind.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:23:58 PM):	Hm. I'm afraid I must go with 'not.'
wright2nattorney (10:24:29 PM):	Hey, think what you will.
wright2nattorney (10:24:38 PM):	It was a nice time, anyway... up until the dragon part, of course.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:24:54 PM):	It had its...moments.
wright2nattorney (10:24:59 PM):	Yeah...
wright2nattorney (10:25:10 PM):	Hey, so... Did they feed you?
wright2nattorney (10:25:17 PM):	I mean... Did you end up getting some food?
ProsMEdgeworth (10:25:28 PM):	...Eventually.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:25:50 PM):	They were rather...preoccupied for much of my stay.
wright2nattorney (10:25:52 PM):	That thing didn't bother you, did it? The panther?
wright2nattorney (10:25:55 PM):	Preoccupied?
ProsMEdgeworth (10:26:02 PM):	...Preoccupied.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:26:15 PM):	The panther wasn't a problem.
wright2nattorney (10:26:31 PM):	Oh, good. I was worried about that.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:26:42 PM):	You were worried?
wright2nattorney (10:27:04 PM):	Yes...?
ProsMEdgeworth (10:27:40 PM):	You weren't the one it growled at.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:27:46 PM):	...And tasted.
wright2nattorney (10:27:49 PM):	It growled at you?
wright2nattorney (10:27:54 PM):	Tasted you!?
ProsMEdgeworth (10:28:13 PM):	It wasn't exactly friendly on first contact.
wright2nattorney (10:28:17 PM):	I thought you said it wasn't a problem! Jesus, are you okay?
ProsMEdgeworth (10:28:32 PM):	I already informed you I'm fine.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:28:46 PM):	The panther wasn't a problem. He had it under control.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:29:00 PM):	It seemed disinterested in me for most of the stay.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:29:54 PM):	I have no plans to give Sigi a new roommate, but I'm intact, at least.
wright2nattorney (10:30:08 PM):	Let's hope not... Geez...
wright2nattorney (10:30:14 PM):	Who keeps a panther as a pet, anyway?
ProsMEdgeworth (10:30:28 PM):	ShinRa does, apparently.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:31:02 PM):	As I said, the cat wasn't the problem.
wright2nattorney (10:31:16 PM):	Something else was, though. What happened?
ProsMEdgeworth (10:31:27 PM):	Aside from the abduction?
ProsMEdgeworth (10:31:45 PM):	And being spoken to as a subordinate? Treated as property?
wright2nattorney (10:32:42 PM):	I get the feeling those are rhetorical questions.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:32:55 PM):	...The gun was a bit much, I have to say.
wright2nattorney (10:33:30 PM):	What...?
ProsMEdgeworth (10:34:31 PM):	The gun he pulled on me. I think that stands out as the least endearing part of the visit.
wright2nattorney (10:35:00 PM):	He pulled a gun on you?
ProsMEdgeworth (10:35:09 PM):	He did.
wright2nattorney (10:36:41 PM):	Who the hell does he... He didn't hurt you, did he? Is there something you're not telling me?
ProsMEdgeworth (10:37:29 PM):	Apparently he's not used to finding strangers in his home. Even when the 'stranger' has been there for several days.
wright2nattorney (10:37:57 PM):	I don't understand. He forgot?
ProsMEdgeworth (10:38:42 PM):	He...hadn't seen me in that form until that point. It was on the day the virus wore off.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:40:01 PM):	It seems proper protocol when confronted with an unarmed man is to put a gun to his temple. I wasn't aware of such a protocol prior to that lesson.
wright2nattorney (10:40:30 PM):	Oh God...
wright2nattorney (10:40:46 PM):	I don't even know what to say to that. That's... reprehensible.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:40:56 PM):	It is.
wright2nattorney (10:41:45 PM):	You're... are you sure you're all right? That has to be... I mean, I know what it's like...
ProsMEdgeworth (10:42:34 PM):	...In more than the metaphorical sense?
ProsMEdgeworth (10:42:40 PM):	It was a rather rude awakening.
wright2nattorney (10:43:30 PM):	You woke up to that?
wright2nattorney (10:43:35 PM):	He can't get away with this.
wright2nattorney (10:43:54 PM):	Kidnapping? Pulling a gun on an unarmed man?
ProsMEdgeworth (10:45:31 PM):	I did.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:45:35 PM):	If Dark's father is to be believed, Dark will be punished to my specifications. ShinRa... I'm sure I can come up with something.
wright2nattorney (10:46:43 PM):	...I thought Dark's father and Rufus' father were one and the same?
ProsMEdgeworth (10:46:49 PM):	...What?
wright2nattorney (10:46:56 PM):	Er.
wright2nattorney (10:47:00 PM):	To be honest, I have no idea anymore...
ProsMEdgeworth (10:47:46 PM):	...Considering the activities they engaged in most of the time I was there...
ProsMEdgeworth (10:47:50 PM):	Hm.
wright2nattorney (10:47:55 PM):	They didn't...
ProsMEdgeworth (10:48:09 PM):	They did.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:48:18 PM):	Butterfly clips were involved, apparently.
wright2nattorney (10:48:29 PM):	That's what you meant by preoccupied?
wright2nattorney (10:48:30 PM):	Oh God.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:48:49 PM):	The panther wasn't the sole reason I slept in the Porsche.
wright2nattorney (10:48:59 PM):	I don't want to hear about it.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:49:06 PM):	I didn't want to hear it.
wright2nattorney (10:49:11 PM):	...
ProsMEdgeworth (10:49:50 PM):	At any rate, I'll be speaking with Dark's father...adopted father. Whatever the case may be.
wright2nattorney (10:50:08 PM):	Er, yeah... good idea.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:51:06 PM):	Wright...
ProsMEdgeworth (10:51:27 PM):	There was...one other thing I wished to speak with you about.
wright2nattorney (10:51:47 PM):	Oh? Uh, what is it?
ProsMEdgeworth (10:52:32 PM):	I wonder if I might...see you.
wright2nattorney (10:53:05 PM):	See me...?
ProsMEdgeworth (10:53:35 PM):	I thought perhaps dinner. Tomorrow. I'll be working until evening.
wright2nattorney (10:54:31 PM):	You want... dinner with me?
ProsMEdgeworth (10:54:50 PM):	You're busy tomorrow?
wright2nattorney (10:55:14 PM):	No, it's not that.
wright2nattorney (10:55:20 PM):	It's just... why?
ProsMEdgeworth (10:55:26 PM):	Why?
wright2nattorney (10:55:32 PM):	Yeah, why.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:55:55 PM):	...If you don't want to go you're free to say so.
wright2nattorney (10:56:21 PM):	...Okay.
wright2nattorney (10:56:28 PM):	Er, that is...
wright2nattorney (10:56:31 PM):	Tomorrow's fine.
ProsMEdgeworth (10:56:45 PM):	All right.
wright2nattorney (10:56:52 PM):	Okay.
ProsMEdgeworth (11:00:27 PM):	Do you know Bella?
wright2nattorney (11:00:31 PM):	Who?
ProsMEdgeworth (11:00:41 PM):	...It's a restaurant, Wright.
wright2nattorney (11:00:52 PM):	Ah. Uh, no. I can't say I've ever heard of it.
ProsMEdgeworth (11:04:45 PM):	Italian food, obviously. It's on Hollywood and Las Palmas.
ProsMEdgeworth (11:05:55 PM):	The atmosphere and food are both of good quality.
wright2nattorney (11:06:19 PM):	Okay. Uh, tomorrow. What time?
ProsMEdgeworth (11:07:02 PM):	If I leave from work I can be there at 7. Is that all right?
wright2nattorney (11:07:20 PM):	7 is fine.
ProsMEdgeworth (11:07:29 PM):	Good.
wright2nattorney (11:07:32 PM):	Great.
ProsMEdgeworth (11:07:52 PM):	We can...talk further.
wright2nattorney (11:08:10 PM):	Talk. Of course. There are a lot of things to talk about.
ProsMEdgeworth (11:08:19 PM):	There are.
wright2nattorney (11:08:24 PM):	Right.
ProsMEdgeworth (11:08:46 PM):	Now, however, I have work to do.
wright2nattorney (11:09:34 PM):	Sure.
wright2nattorney (11:09:40 PM):	Don't, um... work too hard.
ProsMEdgeworth (11:10:07 PM):	I make no promises.
wright2nattorney (11:10:15 PM):	Heh. I wouldn't expect you to.
ProsMEdgeworth (11:10:41 PM):	I could promise to attempt to try, if that would help.
wright2nattorney (11:11:31 PM):	Well, I suppose it's progress.
ProsMEdgeworth (11:12:00 PM):	Where are we without progress?
wright2nattorney (11:13:43 PM):	Somewhere in the Dark Ages.
wright2nattorney (11:13:46 PM):	I'd say your work habits are roughly 600 AD.
wright2nattorney (11:13:59 PM):	Let's try to work towards 700, huh?
ProsMEdgeworth (11:14:56 PM):	You're being unfair. They're too efficient for 600 AD. They're at 750 at the earliest.
wright2nattorney (11:15:26 PM):	...Of course. What was I thinking?
wright2nattorney (11:15:31 PM):	We'll aim for 850, then.
ProsMEdgeworth (11:15:47 PM):	A reasonable goal, I should think.
wright2nattorney (11:16:08 PM):	One day, I'll pull you into the modern era.
wright2nattorney (11:16:12 PM):	Just you wait.
ProsMEdgeworth (11:17:13 PM):	While we're making progress, perhaps we could develop a new backbone for you. The old one seems to disappear when you interact with certain people.
wright2nattorney (11:17:41 PM):	...Excuse me?
ProsMEdgeworth (11:18:09 PM):	You're satisfied with the one you have now?
wright2nattorney (11:18:35 PM):	Hey, hey, hey. When did this become about me?
ProsMEdgeworth (11:19:04 PM):	When you tried to make it solely about me, of course.
wright2nattorney (11:19:28 PM):	...I'm working on it.
ProsMEdgeworth (11:19:38 PM):	We'll work harder.
wright2nattorney (11:20:06 PM):	Together.
ProsMEdgeworth (11:20:16 PM):	As usual.
wright2nattorney (11:20:39 PM):	Lana knew what she was talking about, didn't she?
ProsMEdgeworth (11:20:51 PM):	You ever doubted?
ProsMEdgeworth (11:20:56 PM):	She's a brilliant woman.
wright2nattorney (11:21:07 PM):	Hey, if I recall correctly, I'm the one who reminded you.
ProsMEdgeworth (11:21:35 PM):	If you look at it more closely, I'd say we...reminded each other.
wright2nattorney (11:22:16 PM):	And proved her point in the process, I'd say.
ProsMEdgeworth (11:22:49 PM):	I'd say so...
wright2nattorney (11:23:10 PM):	We seem to be saying a lot.
ProsMEdgeworth (11:23:31 PM):	...Perhaps too much. I do have work to finish.
wright2nattorney (11:23:47 PM):	Oh, right. Of course.
ProsMEdgeworth (11:24:02 PM):	Tomorrow, then.
wright2nattorney (11:24:22 PM):	Yeah. Tomorrow.
ProsMEdgeworth (11:24:33 PM):	Good evening, Wright.
wright2nattorney (11:24:43 PM):	Goodnight, Edgeworth.

44: [Voice Post] Catnapped!

2008-05-05T19:54:45Z

((OOC: Backdating to yesterday, shortly after Daisuke's rescue attempt. All comments will be voice posts unless, you know, he starts typing funny again.))

[Edgeworth's voice, echoing strangely and slightly higher pitched than usual] For those of you making spectacularly ineffective attempts to get me out of here, rest assured that I am suffering miserably. I've taken refuge in the garage, as taking up residence in any other part of the house would mean subjecting myself to the unique auditory horror of listening to two men mimic rutting teenagers, while simultaneously enduring the attentions of a rather large and vicious-looking monstrosity he calls a pet. Sleeping on the hood of a Porsche is definitely a preferable location... Though it was a chore to drag the laptop all the way from the living room.

[pause, can virtually hear the satisfied, malicious smirk in his voice] More of a chore for the laptop, really. With his obviously considerable income I expected a much sturdier model.

[another pause, longer this time] We appear to be in Venice, though which Venice I couldn't say. His neighbors seem unfazed by both my appearance and the sounds emanating from the apartment. The ramifications of both are highly disturbing.

[one last pause, a sigh; continues with his voice slightly strained, though still tainted with irritation, and his tone resigned] If I'm ever able to reenter the apartment without my ears being assaulted, I suppose I'll have to look for the kitchen. I can only hope their taste in cuisine is equal to their taste in cars. ...And that the panther isn't overly territorial.

43: deasr bgod...

2008-05-04T09:42:09Z

apparetly the communityu bndel;ievesw i am, oden wi5h my wor4k for the3 evenitng.

would anyone care to tale cre3dkit fror this one?

((OOC: Lol, here, has an Edgey Persian. Picture blatantly traced from a Pokemon card, with a few minor Edgeworthian adjustments. ...And yes, he was transformed with his jabot on.))

42: [Private; hackable] Strange...

2008-05-04T07:08:02Z

((OOC: Backdating to last night, 5-2-08 comm time. Long-winded rambling on various subjects including Maraich and Bourne, Phoenix and how gay he is for him, ellipses-abuse and, of course, Sigi.))

Unreality surrounds us. The longer we're here, the more often we find reality peeling back; strangers in settings of normalcy and painfully normal people in strange settings.

The dragon was...a bit much.

Yet it's the human element that weighs the most heavily. The question of Maraich and Webb's respective crimes is always present, lately. Distracting, frustrating. Their different approaches should make an answer easier, should... They don't. Nothing does.

Webb...struggles. That is clear. He knows what he has done. He accepts it, though the amnesia allows him a convenient curtain to hide behind; he is no coward. He tries to make amends...and knows he can't. At least, it seems that he knows, sometimes. Though the methods of murder were different, life has taught us many of the same lessons, I think. Yet there's a hope in him, still, a belief that forgiveness might be attainable...and a fear that it is not. Telling him the truth--that the ones forgiveness must come from are no longer able to give it--isn't easy.

His victims didn't speak to him, as...mine did. I wonder what they might have said, if inspired to speak. I wonder, too...by right of law, can his actions even be considered crimes? Society determines a crime, in the form of the laws the government sets in place. When the government is the body responsible for murder...

Morally it can't be condoned. Legally there may be...leeway. A blind eye to be turned.

That I even contemplate the notion, even on a purely theoretical, intellectual level is abhorrent. Rationalization is a dangerous habit, one I have no intention of falling into. There can be no rationalizing, not with this. Not in the way that Maraich...

He pleads ignorance, makes comparisons to soldiers, to children raised into war. Supposedly the situation he himself was thrust into. He rationalizes a dozen ways, as if each one is an excuse for wanton killing. Murder is inexcusable. I refuse to believe that a moral compass could be so skewed as to prevent a person from understanding such a fundamental truth, no matter their circumstances. Soldiers have a choice. Even children have a choice, though it may be that of death and life.

Responsibility must be taken, and there is no ignorance when it comes to murder. I take responsibility for my actions. I do what's needed to improve the courts, and to find the truth in all cases. I am not forgiven, nor do I expect to be. Why does he think he's entitled?

None of us are forgiven, and I sincerely doubt that we ever will be. How can I be expected to condone...

Wright forgave them, as he forgave me. The man is too lenient. I had almost thought it was me, that I had the dubious privilege of his blind... Apparently, he simply forgives too easily. Is it a liability for a defense attorney, or a strength?

Perhaps a strength for a defense attorney, a liability for a man.

Sigi inspected the apartment after Wright left on the last day. The dog was quite thorough. I was forced to chastise him for rolling on the carpet beside Wright's...by the side of the bed Wright used. At any rate, Sigi was enthusiastic throughout the day. We spent the evening watching several Steel Samurai episodes, and he seemed to enjoy himself. Though...he's developed the odd habit of laying on my feet when I sit down in the living room. I should train him out of it, but...it does no harm. The urge seems to strike him only when there's a movie or television involved, and has some knack for differentiating the long movies or multiple episode marathons from shorter periods of news or individual program episodes. The behavior started... Hm. That evening, actually, is the first instance I can recall. He spent the rest of the evening that way, moving hurriedly whenever I needed to leave, and taking up his position as I returned. And with each neighbor passing through the hall outside he lifted his head and became tense.

Strangeness bleeding into normality. Yet the behavior seems...harmless enough.

I am somewhat looking forward to tomorrow. Not to the event itself, obviously, though I have little doubt of the outcome and the bird's probable defeat is something to anticipate.

No, it's been...far too long since I last visited France. I've almost forgotten the architecture, the landscape, the very air... It will be good to visit again. I...always intended to, though my visit would have been much more protracted.

The dreams continue. Those prompted solely by prurient interest were...easier.

41: Double standards [Backdated]

2008-04-30T21:15:41Z

A quiz, of sorts.

You are a highway patrol officer. On a sparsely occupied highway you see two vehicles exceeding the speed limit: a red sports car doing about 90mph, and a truck going at about 100mph.

Which car do you pull over?

((OOC: Backdated to 4-28-08 comm time, the evening after the home movies post and subsequent fight with Larry. Replies will be slow or non-existent until this evening ~~as I'm at work and should really be, you know, working.~~))