[open RP meme] The "pester Edgeworth in his office" post, Dreamwidth edition

[truthsnomiracle]

[Chances are, when you enter room 1202 of the Prosecutor's Office, you'll find High Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth hard at work. He learned the hard way not to be too quick to throw people out when they interrupt him, so as annoyed as he probably will be once he notices your presence, you'll more likely than not get a sufficient chance to justify yourself. Usually.]

[To help clarify the purpose of this post, this is someplace anyone can come tag me if they want -- just start a thread and specify Canonworth, TVKworth, or any other preference! Canons, AUs, OCs, and canon OCs welcome, both AA and non-AA!]

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I hope this is okay sob.

[flowing_kinetics]

[Was your life lacking in excitement, Edgeworth? I hope so, because you're sure as hell gonna get it, along with probably a pretty high cleaning bill.

Why? Because some punk teenager has just rushed into your office, turned around, and slammed the door shut, all somehow without noticing you. While this would normally be kind of stupid, a pass can probably be given from the fact that the kid is currently bleeding profusely all over your door and floor.

Yeah.]

Shit, shit... shit!

That's what the post is for! (Though here, specifying Canonworth vs. TVKworth is helpful!)

[truthsnomiracle]

What the hell?!

[Edgeworth nearly falls out of his chair at this sudden wounded new arrival. It takes him a couple of seconds for him to regain his balance enough to stand.]

Oh sorry! Haha. TVKworth is fine, if just for possible HOLY SHIT PERSONA messes.

[flowing_kinetics]

[The voice, however, registers, and Akira whirls as best he can while woozy from blood-loss.

.....oh fuck.]

Who the hell are you?!

Canonworth is fine.

[firebird_ninja]

[Your office certainly looks normal today, doesn't it, Edgeworth?

Or at least it did. You look away for one second and suddenly there is a literal ninja just there, standing on the top of your couch and pawing through what appears to be a case file fairly curiously.]

Heh, well, this is a surprise. :)

[truthsnomiracle]

[The ninja's appearance is so unobtrusive, in fact, that at first glance his presence doesn't completely register -- though it only takes a second for it to do so and prompt a double-take from the prosecutor. He nearly chokes on the sip of tea he was in the middle of swallowing.]

Oh? Why's that?

[firebird_ninja]

[He catches the choking, glancing over slightly. It's hard to tell with the mask, but he might be smiling?]

Ah, are you done, Edgeworth-san?

What the hey, canon.

[yatagarasu]

[Kay bursts into his room, clutching what looks like an old, torn map. She makes sure to shut the door behind her, at least.]

I found it, Mr. Edgeworth!

Heh, seems this has grown active this week! :)

[truthsnomiracle]

[Well, Edgeworth was typing a report, but his head shoots up and he sits up straight quickly upon Kay's unexpected arrival.]

Kay?! What are you doing here? Found what, exactly?

Long time no see. :>

[cantacquityou]

[This fine day, have one, alternate copy of yourself intending to pay a visit. He is mindful enough to time his visit carefully. This is himself after all, and he knows better than to interrupt when he least wishes to be interrupted. He attempts to time his visit precisely based on his usual patterns... at first, he thought of appearing around lunch, but at that time, his mind would be so occupied by the day's stresses that he would normally prefer to be left alone, he knew. He then thought of timing his appearance close to when he'd usually finish his work for the day, but even that is sporadic, and upon thinking on it, after a particularly stressful day of work, he'd usually like none other than to go home and relax with a cup or tea or a glass of grape juice, leaving the harrowing distractions of the day behind in the office. Clearly, very little options existed should he wish to not bother himself.

Needless to day, it called for a small, yet profound bit of self-awareness.

"Good afternoon, Mr. ...Edgeworth!? When did you-..?" greeted the receptionist of the Prosecutor's Building confusedly, "I thought I saw you walk in but ten minutes ago! I did not ...see you... leave."

Without so much as a gaze at her, Edgeworth picked up the newspaper sitting atop the receptionist's desk.

"Perhaps you should pay closer attention. Is this today's paper?"

He scanned the top of the newspaper in order to gauge the point of continuity here in relation to his current residence. Friday, April 20th, 201x. Hm. Friday. Not the best day, but generally better than a Saturday or a Sunday, in any case.

Perhaps the best way to drop by, he thought, would be to announce his intentions in advance. That afternoon (and with no explanation to the confused messenger), he has a handwritten note delivered to his own desk, one of which should read:


04.20.201x

Make time for me this evening. I'll be here at 7 p.m.

-M.E.

]

LTNS indeed; thought I recognized you in the party! :) TVKworth as ultimately requested, and 1/2

[truthsnomiracle]

[While officially Edgeworth's office was a single room on the twelfth floor in Prospero's Prosecutor's Office, between the island city's low population and sheer laziness, only floors one through six saw much use. In effect, Edgeworth has the entire twelfth floor to himself. He still uses his official office the most, though, and it's to there that the messenger delivers the note...

A note that leaves him disturbed and horrified, more due to it being in his own handwriting than due to the content.]

2/2 Done!

[truthsnomiracle]

[A few phone calls and a quick stop by the hotel later, Edgeworth has informed two allies of the anomaly and has changed outfits. Instead of his usual suit and vest, he waits in a more common-grade white shirt and burgundy pants, dark grey knee and elbow pads, a similarly dark grey bulletproof vest with his cravat tied around the neck, and a stiff, lightly-armored burgundy trenchcoat over it all. His glaive is propped up in easy reach.

Given that it doesn't directly involve the Dark Hour, he might be being paranoid, but he wasn't about to chance it after his introduction to the mysterious island and the strange world it was part of.]

TVKworth of course~

[temptestament]

*He didn't know how he'd gotten thrown thousands of years back in time, but if he did, he wouldn't be here. It had taken minimal prodding to get the names of two people to go to for information...his own and one Miles Edgeworth. It was a bit eerie to think that there was another him here, but time travel meant it wasn't impossible. Still, he was much more comfortable visiting someone else.

He planned to enter the office invisibly at first to get a small idea of the person he was dealing with, but it hadn't occurred to him that a living human might be able to tell he was there anyway. So Edgeworth would get to see a transluscent figure in an outfit remarkably similar to a recently vanished resident of Prospero-identical, in fact, except for the color-and a solid beaked mask with no eye holes simply walk in through the closed doors of his office.*

Oh boy. ;)

[truthsnomiracle]

[A living human who glances up at the movement, double-takes, drops his pen while choking back any louder reactions, and stares directly at the robed and masked figure with very wide eyes. This kind of thing is not supposed to happen outside of the Dark Hour, if at all; he's too stunned at first to think of anything more than that.]

tvk!edgeworth; 1/2

[croibhristeoir]

[Now this was....well, it was something. What that something was, now that was still up for debate. At the moment, all Diarmuid could to was take careful inventory of the situation as it stood now.]

[One: He was no longer in Prospero. Which should have been a serious problem, as leaving there should have placed him in the position he was upon arrival. That place being of course Fuyuki City, with a lance firmly planted in the vicinity of a very vital organ or two. But as it happened, 'no longer in Prospero' somehow translated to 'elsewhere and very much alive'.]

[Well. Sort of alive. That tied in to issue two: He was back to being a Servant. And as with the previous point, that should have come with a whole list of problems. Dying and being summoned again would have meant losing all his memories of the summoning before--of the Fourth War, and by extension Prospero with all that entailed. But he remembered still, clearly as ever. Another problem would be determining who his Master was. While Diarmuid felt no spiritual link or that small tug that would have told him of his Master's location, he also felt no mana deprivation a Masterless Servant would experience. He seemed to neither have an active contract nor be in danger of disappearing for it.]

[And three: Where the hell was he? That one was easily solved, simply by taking an invisible, intangible spirit form and paying attention. The agile and quick Lancer class was suited for scouting out locations, and on top of Diarmuid's usual cleverness it did not take long to determine whose world this was or how to find him.]

[croibhristeoir]

[Putting everything else aside, the immediate problem was approaching that person without startling the hell out of him. Assuming he remembered anything of Prospero at all would be the best case scenario, but literally appearing out of thin air would still be a shock. And if he didn't remember, that was going to be a problem.]

[Diarmuid stood in the office for a long time--half an hour, perhaps--intangible and unseen in spirit form trying to figure out the easiest way to make his presence known. With an increasingly annoyed look as time passed, he finally decided to just get it over with and deal with any resulting problems as they came.]

[And that was the story of how a legendary hero in full black and green armor suddenly materialized without a sound leaning on Edgeworth's bookshelf with his arms crossed.]

...okay um a day after that last thread

[yatagarasu]

[Which means this isn't at the office. Kay is instead at Edgeworth's apartment, knocking on his door, a large paper bag at her feet and files in her arms.

She looks better and is no longer spooked by what happened, and at least she had not caught a cold. But Edgeworth might be a different story...]

Heh, sorry for getting stuck on said thread...

[truthsnomiracle]

[And is. On top of one of his suits being ruined, the organizer with his notes on this case getting soaked, and a suspect having made off with the map, he had indeed caught a cold from the incident. At least the shock of it all had died down by now...

Despite that, though, the prosecutor makes his way to the door and peers through the glass peephole... but doesn't open the door.]

It would be best to leave any relevant materials here and depart. I don't want you to fall ill as well.

[Edgeworth rubs his throat. Speaking up like that in his condition was painful; he definitely wasn't going to be appearing in court soon.]

TVK where there was no drop

[unknownrival]

[Someway, somehow, Issei has figured out that it is your birthday today, Miles Edgeworth, and now he is knocking at your door.

Because why are you even in your office. Nobody should be working on their birthday, even if they are stuck in a mysterious city where they are the last, best hope for anything making sense.]

Heh, pleasant surprise! :)

[truthsnomiracle]

[Because holidays are still days, and personal holidays even more so. Of course, the fact that it even is his birthday is hardly on his mind to begin with, so Edgeworth has little reason to suspect it's anyone but one of the native employees at the door.]

Enter.

TVKworth, I have no idea how to merge post-P3 and TVK but let's just go with it.

[summum_ius]

[Paperwork. There was always paperwork, and where there was paperwork there were law students to run it back and forth. One of said law students was currently at the door, knocking on it and hoping he wasn't disturbing anything important. He had a folder in his hands, and was actually kind of excited to be delivering papers to such an impressive prosecutor.]

Just going with it is what meme threads are for, after all!

[truthsnomiracle]

[As it happened, he was. Knowing that he had very little actual work to do, Edgeworth had chanced bringing some of his own notes concerning the real investigation with him for consideration where he had assumed he wouldn't be disturbed. The prosecutor makes a mad scramble to reassemble the notes into the proper organizer, clip it closed, and pocket it before calling:]

Enter!

TVKworth

[gaveupfeeling]

[Ledah knocks on his door politely. That probably rules out a number of people who could be possible visitors to Edgeworth's office.]

Huh. At least in context I'm expecting it to avoid the awkward point.

[truthsnomiracle]

[Give him a minute, he has a thought to complete typing...]

Enter.

TVKworth

[kindofademon]

Yo~

[Yeah he totally just walked in without knocking.]

[truthsnomiracle]

[If this were anywhere else, Edgeworth would be asking how a convicted murderer could just waltz through the door of the Prosecutor's Office and up the stairs to his without anyone stopping him. But no, this is Prospero, and this is why he's come to hate Prospero.

Thus, with all the rage of not just only half-convicting this monster, but all the rest of his frustrations, Edgeworth slams his hand on his desk and leaps to his feet.]

WHY. ARE. YOU. HERE?!