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03 January 2012 @ 08:57 pm
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?"
 
 
27 November 2011 @ 09:50 pm
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.
 
 
04 November 2011 @ 10:21 pm
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.
 
 
27 October 2011 @ 02:10 pm
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: goodgood
 
 
25 October 2011 @ 11:02 am
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Please let me know if you'd like to play with anyone or set up a PSL! All characters are game, so feel free to use this post to let me know about any ideas you might have. :D
 
 
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17 October 2011 @ 09:47 pm
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.
 
 
15 July 2011 @ 10:45 pm
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.

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29 June 2011 @ 08:17 pm
Who: Gamzee, Tavros
What: Voice testing for ilpromenade!
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?
 
 
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23 June 2011 @ 07:56 pm
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.
 
 
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!))
 
 
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