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towerofanimus2013-05-27 01:25 pm
frilliance) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-27 01:25 pm
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Characters: Miles Edgeworth and Kyoko Sakura for the first prompt. Other two prompts open to everyone else!
Setting: Cafeteria, the day before the event starts. Floor 4 after the whale rumour comes true. Then the 3rd floor library after the event ends!
Format: Prose but I'll match!
Summary: Edgeworth and Kyoko end up arguing about the latter's eating habits. Also, Edgeworth witnesses a whale attacking and then feels shit about the event after it ends.
Warnings: Angst and references to PTSD.
The day before the event start. Open to Kyoko only!
[While this month's meal is a welcome change from the nutrition bars in April, Edgeworth was rather bored of eating the exact same thing every day. Which was why he decided to combine some chicken and rosemary together with some zucchini on the side and grill them.
Okay, Edgeworth was still eating chicken and rosemary. And zucchini. However, he was at least able to deviate a little from the cafeteria menu, which was better than nothing. It was reasonably healthy as well.
It was, needless to say, more difficult to cook when one of your arms was in a sling but Edgeworth was determined to make the best of things so he did manage.
So now the prosecutor was sitting in a quiet corner of the cafeteria, eating his lunch and observing anyone who came in. Including a certain girl who would start hogging all the ice cream....]
After the whale rumour comes true. Open to all.
[Edgeworth was on the fourth floor trying to copy more of those maps and lists that he had to do for Diarmuid. Everything was quiet and he occasionally looked around in case there was any danger.
Suddenly, he felt a huge rumble. A rumble big enough that it hit too close to home...
Immediately, the prosecutor’s knuckles turned white. His breathing turned to shallow gasps and he gripped onto the arm of his chair as if his life depended on it. That rumbling feeling....
Oh god, not an earthquake. Not here, not now!
Edgeworth was a strong person. He had willingly put himself in dangerous situations before and was normally able to think about what to do when under pressure. Earthquakes were a huge exception, however, people like Maya and Phoenix knew, much to the prosecutor's chagrin,.
Suddenly, he heard a huge cry which seemed to be coming from outside. As Edgeworth turned towards the window, he dropped his notes instantly when he saw a giant, big blue.....whale?
Before Edgeworth could fully process this in his mind, however, the whale suddenly stopped and for some reason, bounced off something....and fell?]
Wh-what the.....?!
After the event. In the library.
[To say that Edgeworth had a pretty rough time during the whole rumour event would be an understatement. It had actually left him extremely terrified.
The whale thing aside (which occurred every hour until the event was over, much to his horror), there was the issue of all those messages on the wall. Miles Edgeworth was not normally someone who believed in things without hard-boiled facts, nor was he the type who jumped to conclusions. Edgeworth used to do the latter once upon a time and it had caused the wrong people to end up in jail. The prosecutor knew better now.
The event proved one thing, however – whoever the administrators were, they were somehow able to mess with his mind. They were able to force him to believe things, regardless of how illogical they were – even if he only heard about them via simple graffiti. How could he be so careless and let that happen to him!
Because he had allowed his mind to get warped, Miles Edgeworth automatically believed that his trunk was getting raided and even made that humiliating network post about it. He also tried to change one of the horrible rumours in order to save Maya’s life and unintentionally ended up creating another horrible one – or rather the tower changed the rumour he originally wrote. Sure, neither rumour ended up becoming true and nobody exploded, but still.....
Edgeworth felt that at some point, he needed to make an apology network post, as well as check the network for any new information. No matter how many horrible or nonsensical things happened in Animus, he was still determined to find the truth of why he, Phoenix, Maya and everyone else were here. Sitting around and moping would not achieve that goal.
For the moment, Edgeworth can be found in the library, writing more notes (again) and looking over them. This is not an unusual sight but this time, it is easy to tell that something is bothering him. Edgeworth may be tough but he is not as good at hiding things as he would like to believe. He looks even gloomier than usual, for starters. And if that was not enough proof, he suddenly breaks his pencil by accident and his reaction is bit....extreme.]
Ngooooooooooooooh......blast it!
[And his lips curl into a snarl while he takes another pencil out of his pocket. Even Edgeworth would not normally get that frustrated over a mere broken pencil.]
Setting: Cafeteria, the day before the event starts. Floor 4 after the whale rumour comes true. Then the 3rd floor library after the event ends!
Format: Prose but I'll match!
Summary: Edgeworth and Kyoko end up arguing about the latter's eating habits. Also, Edgeworth witnesses a whale attacking and then feels shit about the event after it ends.
Warnings: Angst and references to PTSD.
The day before the event start. Open to Kyoko only!
[While this month's meal is a welcome change from the nutrition bars in April, Edgeworth was rather bored of eating the exact same thing every day. Which was why he decided to combine some chicken and rosemary together with some zucchini on the side and grill them.
Okay, Edgeworth was still eating chicken and rosemary. And zucchini. However, he was at least able to deviate a little from the cafeteria menu, which was better than nothing. It was reasonably healthy as well.
It was, needless to say, more difficult to cook when one of your arms was in a sling but Edgeworth was determined to make the best of things so he did manage.
So now the prosecutor was sitting in a quiet corner of the cafeteria, eating his lunch and observing anyone who came in. Including a certain girl who would start hogging all the ice cream....]
After the whale rumour comes true. Open to all.
[Edgeworth was on the fourth floor trying to copy more of those maps and lists that he had to do for Diarmuid. Everything was quiet and he occasionally looked around in case there was any danger.
Suddenly, he felt a huge rumble. A rumble big enough that it hit too close to home...
Immediately, the prosecutor’s knuckles turned white. His breathing turned to shallow gasps and he gripped onto the arm of his chair as if his life depended on it. That rumbling feeling....
Oh god, not an earthquake. Not here, not now!
Edgeworth was a strong person. He had willingly put himself in dangerous situations before and was normally able to think about what to do when under pressure. Earthquakes were a huge exception, however, people like Maya and Phoenix knew, much to the prosecutor's chagrin,.
Suddenly, he heard a huge cry which seemed to be coming from outside. As Edgeworth turned towards the window, he dropped his notes instantly when he saw a giant, big blue.....whale?
Before Edgeworth could fully process this in his mind, however, the whale suddenly stopped and for some reason, bounced off something....and fell?]
Wh-what the.....?!
After the event. In the library.
[To say that Edgeworth had a pretty rough time during the whole rumour event would be an understatement. It had actually left him extremely terrified.
The whale thing aside (which occurred every hour until the event was over, much to his horror), there was the issue of all those messages on the wall. Miles Edgeworth was not normally someone who believed in things without hard-boiled facts, nor was he the type who jumped to conclusions. Edgeworth used to do the latter once upon a time and it had caused the wrong people to end up in jail. The prosecutor knew better now.
The event proved one thing, however – whoever the administrators were, they were somehow able to mess with his mind. They were able to force him to believe things, regardless of how illogical they were – even if he only heard about them via simple graffiti. How could he be so careless and let that happen to him!
Because he had allowed his mind to get warped, Miles Edgeworth automatically believed that his trunk was getting raided and even made that humiliating network post about it. He also tried to change one of the horrible rumours in order to save Maya’s life and unintentionally ended up creating another horrible one – or rather the tower changed the rumour he originally wrote. Sure, neither rumour ended up becoming true and nobody exploded, but still.....
Edgeworth felt that at some point, he needed to make an apology network post, as well as check the network for any new information. No matter how many horrible or nonsensical things happened in Animus, he was still determined to find the truth of why he, Phoenix, Maya and everyone else were here. Sitting around and moping would not achieve that goal.
For the moment, Edgeworth can be found in the library, writing more notes (again) and looking over them. This is not an unusual sight but this time, it is easy to tell that something is bothering him. Edgeworth may be tough but he is not as good at hiding things as he would like to believe. He looks even gloomier than usual, for starters. And if that was not enough proof, he suddenly breaks his pencil by accident and his reaction is bit....extreme.]
Ngooooooooooooooh......blast it!
[And his lips curl into a snarl while he takes another pencil out of his pocket. Even Edgeworth would not normally get that frustrated over a mere broken pencil.]
library
[...In the silver hand of what looked to be the three-dimensional silhouette of a girl in a maid uniform, constructed entirely of mercury.]
[Seems legit.]
Re: library
Oh my....]
Wh-what in the world?! [Was that...a statue made out of mercury? Whoah....!]
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[Was that supposed to be an explanation, Waver?]
Sorry this is late. XD
And Waver casually waving does not help matters.] Y-you.....! [WTF? Did you just do that?!]
s'all good
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H-how do you do that, anyway? And is that......mercury?
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No, no that way.......it doesn't seem to be on a pedestal or any moving device, nor does it seem to be suspended by any wires....Good god, the more the prosecutor hears about magic, the more this place disturbs him.]
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[Waver finally closed the book he was reading, crossing his arms.]
It's called Volumen Hydragyrum. Most accomplished magi have a Mystic Code; kind of like a personalized magical weapon. This one is mine.
I was just using it to carry some books when I noticed your apparent inability to keep a pencil in one piece, so try not to faint.
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[RUDE.] I don't think that will be a problem. Breaking pencils in half is not a habit of mine, as you might believe. And neither is fainting [Except when it comes to earthquakes but like hell he's going to bring that up.]
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[Waver made a vague hand gesture and muttered a phrase or two in Latin; the girl dissolved into simple liqui
d mercury and retreated into a simple glass vial he held.]
So if you don't make a habit of breaking innocent pencils, what brought this on?
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liberry
... It's just a pencil.
[His voice is quiet and rough, but he can't even muster up the energy to look frustrated at the moment.]
Re: liberry
Oh....[Oh hey, it’s that kid he met a few months ago. Edgeworth’s glare softens a little. Because you’re young, Ken, and he barely knows you.]
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Don't bother wasting your anger on it. Save it for the people who trapped us here.
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[Edgeworth you're getting lectured by a preteen. What do?]
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[He crosses his arms, expression cold.]
Don't call me a child. I'm almost thirteen. And I'm more of an adult than a lot of people.
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[Now you've done it. :|]
I've taken care of myself for a few years. My name is Ken, not 'child'. Unless you'd also like me to start calling you by insulting nicknames.
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[And he knows, he's just addressing all points.]
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All in all, it's the perfect recipe for diabetes. Even so, Kyoko seems happy enough with her meal, shoving one spoonful of ice cream after another into her mouth as she passes by Edgeworth's table. She slows, turns to look at him as she recognizes the familiar face, waving (or at least, giving as much of a wave as one can while holding a spoon.)]
Yo.
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However, he immediately forgets about all that when he sees all that ice cream because GEEZ HOW MANY CALORIES DOES THAT ICE CREAM HAVE?!
....Okay, he has to say something.]
....You are seriously not going to eat all that, are you?
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Kyoko takes another bite of ice cream and nods, apparently seeing nothing wrong with eating such a large amount of ice cream.]
Sure. That's why I took this much, y'know.
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Edgeworth agrees that the ice cream is nice, but still....the thought of eating that whole thing all at once...0_0]
That is quite....a lot of ice cream and cookies [Although a lot does not even cover it.
And, because he is a douche]. And a lot of calories too, I imagine.
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Yeah, so? What's your point?
[Boy, you had best not be implying that she's gonna get fat.]
Weeeelp.
so it begins
Re: so it begins
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[Yeah, she's just being a smartass now.]
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[She takes a bit bite out of her ice cream. At first she talks around the spoon, muffling her words and likely making them difficult to decipher, but by the time she's done speaking she's opted to shake it at him meaningfully.]
The amount of ice cream I took is fine. I eat this much all the time.
[Which is kind of the problem, but whatever man.]
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R-really?! [You must be joking, lady. How come you er....look the same as you do now? Because otherwise, he's going to find that very hard to believe.]
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Except she's the only one who'd think so.]Really. It's not like I have any reason to lie about something like that, y'know.
* POPCORNS *
You look rather slim for a girl who eats that much sugar regularly.
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That's 'cause I burn it all off. It's not like I just sit around all day, y'know.
Library
She had also decided to not ignore the man who cried out over a broken pencil.]
Sir, are you alright? If that was your favorite pencil or a keepsake from home, I would be more than happy to see if I could fix it up with tape..or something of the sort.
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Library
Oh, it's alright! I like helping people, so don't worry about it! You can use mine until you're done.
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Library
Alright then..but, if you don't mind my asking, where did you get all those pencils? Did the Administrators give them to you?