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samuraiprosecutor) wrote2007-12-20 10:51 am
samuraiprosecutor) wrote2007-12-20 10:51 am
Entry tags:
- event,
- ic,
- quatre winner,
- wemo
[RL 8: Zero-Sum - Quatre, Edgeworth][Futuredated]
((OOC: Starting this early. Futuredating to 12-20-07. Event planned in this entry.))
He set the silver-grey teapot on the stove, turned the fire up, and went back into the living room. It was spotless, as usual; he'd had the maid service over just that morning...one of several preparations he'd made in anticipation of the visit.
He'd planned what he wanted to ask, though he knew the subjects would most likely lead to others and was ready for a difficult interrogation. The morning had been spent on the mental exercises he practiced before every trial, honing his thoughts. He and Sigi had returned from a walk not long ago, so there shouldn't be any interruptions of that nature.
The pot now whistling on the stove had been the final preparation; he realized he must have been standing in the doorway and staring at the living room for several minutes, and chastised himself for the lapse. This battle was going to be difficult enough, he couldn't afford such a distracted state of mind. He returned to the kitchen to finish the tea, listening carefully for a knocking at the door.
He set the silver-grey teapot on the stove, turned the fire up, and went back into the living room. It was spotless, as usual; he'd had the maid service over just that morning...one of several preparations he'd made in anticipation of the visit.
He'd planned what he wanted to ask, though he knew the subjects would most likely lead to others and was ready for a difficult interrogation. The morning had been spent on the mental exercises he practiced before every trial, honing his thoughts. He and Sigi had returned from a walk not long ago, so there shouldn't be any interruptions of that nature.
The pot now whistling on the stove had been the final preparation; he realized he must have been standing in the doorway and staring at the living room for several minutes, and chastised himself for the lapse. This battle was going to be difficult enough, he couldn't afford such a distracted state of mind. He returned to the kitchen to finish the tea, listening carefully for a knocking at the door.
no subject
no subject
Still, being disowned was not the only truth Quatre hid. Edgeworth didn't need his years of experience in interrogation to sense that. And uncovering the truth was what they were there to do. Weighing his words carefully, he finally replied, "And you never reconciled."