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samuraiprosecutor) wrote2007-12-02 08:22 pm
samuraiprosecutor) wrote2007-12-02 08:22 pm
[RL 6: We are the Champions - Edgeworth only][Backdated]
((OOC: Taking place after the AKC/Eukanuba Championship on Sunday.))
The apartment was dark when he arrived home that evening. They had left the AKC Championship late in the afternoon, and the drive had been a long one. Edgeworth flicked on the light in the foyer and let Sigi's leash fall from his fingers. A small smile spread across his face as he watched the dog bounce eagerly out of the ring of light and into the living room.
The curtains over the balcony door were still closed; Edgeworth crossed the room to open them, opened the door and stepped out into the crisp air. Sigi followed, nuzzling his hand gently with a cold, wet nose. It felt surprisingly good on his warm skin; the fever had returned while he was at the show, a frustrating (and somewhat worrying) development considering how long he had already been ill.
It was getting colder as the last of the daylight faded. The air drew a chill up his spine, even as it soothed the fever's heat. It was detrimental to be standing out there, he knew, but he couldn't quite tear himself away from the refreshing breeze until Sigi nudged his hand again, demanding. Edgeworth allowed himself one last look at the newly awakening stars over the rooftops before patting the dog's head and returning to the warmth of the living room.
"Sigi, komm," he called as he sat on the couch, and his pet (well-trained and always eager to please) plopped to the floor in front of him, his ears perked forward and tail wagging across the thick carpet.
"You did well today, but you can always do better. Next time I expect Best in Class." He pointed and Sigi stilled immediately, intense brown eyes focusing on his face. Edgeworth regarded him sternly for a moment, then allowed another small smile to break through.
"Still, you behaved as a champion behaves, and for that you are to be rewarded." A small box was drawn from the depths of one of his coat pockets, and a dog biscuit from the other. He set the biscuit on the couch (Sigi eyed it intently, but didn't move) and opened the box. Inside was a collar, a thick one of gleaming brown leather, edged in black. It almost resembled fine saddle leather, and the name 'Sieghard' was etched into a brushed bronze plate on the top.
Sigi remained still as Edgeworth put the collar on and attached the old tags to it, but wagged his tail again as soon as Miles leaned back.
Pampering the dog was a habit Edgeworth never meant to fall into. He was, in fact, perfectly aware of how ridiculous it was; Sigi didn't care what sort of collar he had, or how expensive his toys were. But Edgeworth had found himself in too many upscale pet stores, eying too many items that would be perfect... Sigi did seem to enjoy the attention, at any rate. And any pet of Miles Edgeworth's should be a pet with a certain style.
'Lovers or pets. The two things in the world most likely to turn an otherwise reasonable man into a fool.' Miles shook his head and examined the collar critically. "It was only supposed to be for special occasions," he mused aloud, "but one must always look his best." Edgeworth set the old collar on the coffee table and grabbed the biscuit from the couch. "Sigi, gib fuß."
A perfectly executed 'Shake' was the response, and Sigi accepted his treat eagerly, crunching it quietly while Edgeworth rose, hung his coat, and walked down the hall to his office, turning on lights as he went.
The screen was in standby mode, but he knew exactly how many windows would be there when he turned it back on. His time at home over the past week had at least given him the opportunity to catch up on his backlog, but only a relentless pace had allowed him to make significant headway. And while he'd never admit it to Wright or any of the others, it was taking its toll.
Flu headaches and muscle pains were multiplied by the time spent at his computer, so much so that he'd begun to do what he could on his laptop, propped up in bed on numerous pillows. (Several times he'd started this way, only to be woken up several hours later by the laptop shutting off as its battery died, erasing any work he'd managed to complete. It only took two instances before he stopped working in bed altogether, except when the aches made his computer chair unbearable.)
It was almost done, though. He was close to the end, perhaps a day or two if he maintained his pace and worked through most of tonight.
'Whatever does not kill you...'
Edgeworth froze, already halfway to the computer. The thought sent ice creeping down his spine. It had been one of the unspoken, understood rules of the von Karma household; strive, and strive, and if you survive, perfection will be forged through the process.
If you don't survive, you weren't worthy to begin with.
Edgeworth licked suddenly dry lips, made it to his desk. One slender-fingered hand rested on the chair's leather and he stared at the screen. He wondered if Quatre was on, or Maraich...or Wright, maybe, waiting for him to post just so he could nag him to leave, to get some sleep.
I'm not doing this because I think you're incapable. I'm doing it because you're my friend and I CARE about you!
They had been mere words on a screen, but he could almost hear Wright saying them. Frustration welled up, a dull burning in his chest that was quickly smothered by the overwhelming aches of every limb, every muscle, suddenly making themselves collectively known.
God, he was just...so tired.
A soft whine at the door. Sigi was watching him, head cocked quizzically in that way that only dogs have. He whined again, quietly, and turned his long head back toward the kitchen, then toward the bedroom. Edgeworth closed his eyes and ran a hand shakily through his hair. Even the bedroom seemed far away.
Finally, utterly defeated, he left the office.
The apartment was dark when he arrived home that evening. They had left the AKC Championship late in the afternoon, and the drive had been a long one. Edgeworth flicked on the light in the foyer and let Sigi's leash fall from his fingers. A small smile spread across his face as he watched the dog bounce eagerly out of the ring of light and into the living room.
The curtains over the balcony door were still closed; Edgeworth crossed the room to open them, opened the door and stepped out into the crisp air. Sigi followed, nuzzling his hand gently with a cold, wet nose. It felt surprisingly good on his warm skin; the fever had returned while he was at the show, a frustrating (and somewhat worrying) development considering how long he had already been ill.
It was getting colder as the last of the daylight faded. The air drew a chill up his spine, even as it soothed the fever's heat. It was detrimental to be standing out there, he knew, but he couldn't quite tear himself away from the refreshing breeze until Sigi nudged his hand again, demanding. Edgeworth allowed himself one last look at the newly awakening stars over the rooftops before patting the dog's head and returning to the warmth of the living room.
"Sigi, komm," he called as he sat on the couch, and his pet (well-trained and always eager to please) plopped to the floor in front of him, his ears perked forward and tail wagging across the thick carpet.
"You did well today, but you can always do better. Next time I expect Best in Class." He pointed and Sigi stilled immediately, intense brown eyes focusing on his face. Edgeworth regarded him sternly for a moment, then allowed another small smile to break through.
"Still, you behaved as a champion behaves, and for that you are to be rewarded." A small box was drawn from the depths of one of his coat pockets, and a dog biscuit from the other. He set the biscuit on the couch (Sigi eyed it intently, but didn't move) and opened the box. Inside was a collar, a thick one of gleaming brown leather, edged in black. It almost resembled fine saddle leather, and the name 'Sieghard' was etched into a brushed bronze plate on the top.
Sigi remained still as Edgeworth put the collar on and attached the old tags to it, but wagged his tail again as soon as Miles leaned back.
Pampering the dog was a habit Edgeworth never meant to fall into. He was, in fact, perfectly aware of how ridiculous it was; Sigi didn't care what sort of collar he had, or how expensive his toys were. But Edgeworth had found himself in too many upscale pet stores, eying too many items that would be perfect... Sigi did seem to enjoy the attention, at any rate. And any pet of Miles Edgeworth's should be a pet with a certain style.
'Lovers or pets. The two things in the world most likely to turn an otherwise reasonable man into a fool.' Miles shook his head and examined the collar critically. "It was only supposed to be for special occasions," he mused aloud, "but one must always look his best." Edgeworth set the old collar on the coffee table and grabbed the biscuit from the couch. "Sigi, gib fuß."
A perfectly executed 'Shake' was the response, and Sigi accepted his treat eagerly, crunching it quietly while Edgeworth rose, hung his coat, and walked down the hall to his office, turning on lights as he went.
The screen was in standby mode, but he knew exactly how many windows would be there when he turned it back on. His time at home over the past week had at least given him the opportunity to catch up on his backlog, but only a relentless pace had allowed him to make significant headway. And while he'd never admit it to Wright or any of the others, it was taking its toll.
Flu headaches and muscle pains were multiplied by the time spent at his computer, so much so that he'd begun to do what he could on his laptop, propped up in bed on numerous pillows. (Several times he'd started this way, only to be woken up several hours later by the laptop shutting off as its battery died, erasing any work he'd managed to complete. It only took two instances before he stopped working in bed altogether, except when the aches made his computer chair unbearable.)
It was almost done, though. He was close to the end, perhaps a day or two if he maintained his pace and worked through most of tonight.
'Whatever does not kill you...'
Edgeworth froze, already halfway to the computer. The thought sent ice creeping down his spine. It had been one of the unspoken, understood rules of the von Karma household; strive, and strive, and if you survive, perfection will be forged through the process.
If you don't survive, you weren't worthy to begin with.
Edgeworth licked suddenly dry lips, made it to his desk. One slender-fingered hand rested on the chair's leather and he stared at the screen. He wondered if Quatre was on, or Maraich...or Wright, maybe, waiting for him to post just so he could nag him to leave, to get some sleep.
I'm not doing this because I think you're incapable. I'm doing it because you're my friend and I CARE about you!
They had been mere words on a screen, but he could almost hear Wright saying them. Frustration welled up, a dull burning in his chest that was quickly smothered by the overwhelming aches of every limb, every muscle, suddenly making themselves collectively known.
God, he was just...so tired.
A soft whine at the door. Sigi was watching him, head cocked quizzically in that way that only dogs have. He whined again, quietly, and turned his long head back toward the kitchen, then toward the bedroom. Edgeworth closed his eyes and ran a hand shakily through his hair. Even the bedroom seemed far away.
Finally, utterly defeated, he left the office.
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So the past two hours and most of my day at work weren't totally wasted yays!I'm loving how Edgeworth acts around Sigi, it's so much fun to write.Btw, Shawn? Fucking AWESOME. You make me want to buy a series I'd never even heard of before. I was in Target the other day and I was this close to doing just that.))
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For me, it actually gave a lot of depth to a character that I'd only been introduced to through the Phoniex Wright games 1, and 2. (Not to say that Edge wasn't already sweet *_*, but seriously. <3<3 But yes, sorry, ramble.
And thank you! I'm really honored to hear that. :-) You know, I'm getting the DVDs in the mail soon and I'd be happy to try and upload season one for you to download, if you like. Both seasons are actually already online at www.alluc.org. : D ]
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I'm playing him from right after game 2 actually, am I doing okay? :D And Edgeworth's hidden fangirl side and the tiny hints of the boy he once was are some of his most endearing traits. Can't forget those! <33
Oooh, I'll check that place out!! I'd probably download an ep or two to try it out, then if I liked it I'd buy the rest (partially so I don't have to spend forever downloading, and partially because I'm addicted to DVD box sets.) Thanks for the offer though, if I can't get them off that site for whatever reason I'll come bug you. :D
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Honestly, I think you play him fabulously- down to the plum color of the journal. 8D Which is great, because he's such a wonderful, interesting character.
And haha, okay! <3 Good luck, then!
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I was amazed to find this layout. XD Isn't it just HIM?
Ooh, we've got another Psych character now huh? And he seems like FUN. Damn, I'm gonna have to watch this show. XD
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Oh, so you guys are planning on P/E? XD I'll have to watch for that? <3
It really is~!
Oh, Lassiter is a peach. <3 Just wait. lol
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YES. We are most definitely planning on it. Watch for our Christmas thread, there will be TINY hints. But we're going to take it very slowly, like, nothing major's going to happen until we're a bit into next year, at the earliest. And it's going to be a very slow process. XD But Zelos and Quatre are going to be conspiring, too. <3
Edgeworth replied to him. He's interested in the law enforcement-type people on the community, obviously. :D We'll see where that goes! He seems like fun so far, considering his conversations with other people.
PINEAPPLE!
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And Quatremun conspiring on this doesn't surprise me, lulz.Fun is one way to put it.
ZOMG You pinged the muse. xD
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I have no idea what you're talking about~~Re: OOC
I think you do ;ORe: OOC
I think I don't~Re: OOC
Okay, maybe I don't. That was fast, though~! Are you using thunder bird? : ORe: OOC
Do you ever? ♥
No~. I just happened to refresh the page two minutes later. Because I'm that good. 8D
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Sometimes? ;o;
Oh.~~~~~ JK then. xD
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I find that hard to believe. (ilu rly)
I might get it though since I've been forgetting about a lot of threads.
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Shawn is LOVE, btw. Great post today, ha ha!
[ping!]
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:D
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Yes, I had to make a pointless comment.Do you actually know German? o:
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I love pointless comments! :DHell no. I WISH I knew German, this is the second character that's made me want to learn it. XD Though if I were to finally buckle down and learn another language, Japanese will take top priority. I actually just looked up dog commands in German.
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Oh, good. :D♥Tch, good luck if you take it. Completely different and overall difficult to grasp once you step out of simple sentence structures.
But god, I hope by the time we rp the meeting my paragraph-RPing will be as awesome and in-depth as yours is again. It's hard to get back into the habit and keep it so interesting. j j
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I said it already, but this made me squee. <3 And I'm sure you'll be AWESOME. Edgeworth loves Quatre bunches and bunches already. :D It'll be a wonderful bonding experience for them. XD
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Aw, thanks for the reassurance. ♥ But ahaha, a wonderful bonding experience indeed. (After all the angst and "ohgod, my chest hurts." XD) But srsly, I'm so excited about it~~ ♥
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Hahaha, YES, that's exactly what it will be. A wonderful, painful and ridiculously wemo bonding experience. At least there'll be tea. Tea makes everything better, right?
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Of course! (But I'm pretty sure Quatre's hands will shake so much half-way through he won't be able to enjoy the tea. At least he'll have tea in the beginning though.)
Aha, what an upper class douche way to pick someone's brain apart. Over tea. XDRe: [ ooc ]
Poor Quatre. If it's any consolation, Edgey isn't going to be enjoying himself at all. XD (Your strike made me LOL btw.)
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sdlkfa Maybe I should get that Thunder Bird because I keep forgetting to comment to certain threads. j j
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What is this Thunder Bird? I saw you guys talking about it.
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I want to learn German, I really do. You learned it? Do you remember much?
Can I bug you for short phrases if I ever feel the need to use them here? :DGlad it was enjoyable! Edgeworth doesn't know HOW to let people care. D: He needs some sense slapped into him.))
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"He can be a little stiff. Kurt usually helps him out with that." /X-Men: Evo geek moment
He probably wouldn't. D: That's why it's such a sad icon to have, but it was too cute to pass up.))