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

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

[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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[By the time Edgeworth manages to cut all the way through the rope, it's getting hard for him to focus. He drops the knife rather than bothering to put it away -- there just isn't time -- then touches down on the bottom next to his assistant, wraps one arm around her, and pushes off towards the surface, frantically paddling up with her one-handed while struggling against the urge to take a breath too soon.]

[Kay tries to focus on the surface as Edgeworth carries her upward, but it has become far more difficult. Having entered the water first, she has been under for a longer time.

She fails to fight the urge to take a breath, however - which just leads her to panic (this time not just inwardly), struggling against Edgeworth's arm.]

[Which leaves Edgeworth struggling not to drop her as he reaches the surface. Taking several deep gasps for air, kicking to stay afloat, and fighting to both keep Kay in his grasp and keep her head above the surface is no easy set of tasks to combine while lightheaded from lack of oxygen... especially when the combination of lightheadedness and someone panicking is beginning to stir memories of even less pleasant circumstances.]

[Unfortunately, by the time they break the surface, Kay has stopped moving and is limp in his arm. And of course, her wrists are still bound together, as are her ankles - since Edgeworth had only cut the rope that anchored her to the rock.]

N-no... no, Kay, don't die... n-not you too...

[Edgeworth's voice is a childish whimper, the frantic plea of a nine-year-old boy in an adult's body. The fact that he's treading water keeps him from getting entirely detached from reality, but it isn't just fear related to the here and now that's getting to him. The prosecutor has to struggle to remember that he needs to get to shore next, and looks around in a squirrel-like manner for the closest shoreline while shifting his grip on Kay to be one-armed.]

[Her head comes to rest on his shoulder as he shifts his grip on her, but her eyes remain shut and she still doesn't move. Her hair is soaked and rivulets run from it - not that it makes much of a difference.]

[Edgeworth's gaze settles on a rocky beach adjacent to trees -- probably the forest they passed through, but he's too panicked to think of details like that. Instead, the prosecutor swims for the shore as best he can one-armed. Once there, he lies Kay on her stomach and gently hits her back several times, trying to force the water out of her lungs.]

[It works, and she expels some water before she suddenly begins coughing uncontrollably, twitching and gasping as she does so. Kay stops and shudders - only for a second or two before coughing up more water.]

[Which is relief enough for Edgeworth to downgrade from primal fear and teetering on the brink of flashbacks to only fearing for Kay's life. Thinking quickly, he digs through his blazer and flips his cellphone open, trying to dial 911 and hoping it's not ruined.]

[She rolls over, still coughing quite a bit and taking several breaths. As Kay's mind clears a bit, she remembers her last memory - thrashing against Edgeworth's hold several feet below that lake - and she rolls over to lie on her back, facing him.

Her voice is small and hoarse.]

...Mr. Edgeworth...

[Meanwhile, Edgeworth finds that his phone won't even light up.]

Blast!...

[He puts the phone back in the pocket he pulled it from -- and realizes that his suit and his current organizer are probably ruined too in the process -- before turning to look at Kay. There's still too much fear in his eyes for the sternness to completely hide it.]

Kay... are there no bounds to your recklessness?!

I...

[If she hadn't run away from him, she wouldn't have run into that man, wouldn't have been captured, and wouldn't have fallen into that lake to begin with. Kay hangs her head in shame and tiredness, barely meeting Edgeworth's eyes as she manages to pull herself into a sitting position.

He had gone to - or rather, swum - great lengths to save her. If he hadn't found her after they separated, she would have been another sacrifice to this cult they were chasing.

She coughs a bit before whispering:]

I'm...I'm sorry...

...

And thank you...for saving my life...

[Edgeworth's expression softens, but more out of awkward confusion than anything. He never did come to an understanding of just how to handle situations this personal, after all.]

Um... yes, of course. ...We should find our way back to my car; you need immediate medical attention.

[That having been said, Edgeworth offers his arm for support.]

[She blinks, brushing some of her wet bangs from her eyes, and just...looks at him.]

But I'm fine now...and how am I supposed to walk back to your car if I'm still tied up?

[Kay raises her feet from the ground a bit, for emphasis. She knows her knife is several feet under the lake now.]

Er... right. My apologies; I'm still recovering from the ordeal...

[And now he's going to see if he can untie her without tying himself up in the process. Fine manipulation was really more Larry's talent...]

...sorry.

[She sits as still as she could, watching him try to untie her. If they weren't so serious, Kay would have already made fun of how Edgeworth looked right now, or made a joke.

Instead, her voice is still meek.]

Maybe you could use one of my lock picks instead?

[Kay kind of wishes Edgeworth had held on to her knife, but...never mind.]

Very well.

[Edgeworth digs through Kay's bag, soon finding the tools in question and examining them.]

(I never imagined that I'd even once make use of lockpicks as anything other than evidence.)

[After his assessment, he tries using one with a hooked end as leverage to more easily loosen the ropes with.]

[She's silent while he finds her lock picks and starts using one on the ropes. Kay watches his progress for a bit.]

...

Um...are you okay?

...I'll be all right. My notes are almost certainly ruined along with my cellphone and this suit, but enough evidence exists at this site.

[It's a topic change and he knows it, but he really should endure this on his own... right? Especially since he's not panicking anymore...]

[And he wouldn't have ruined any of it if she hadn't gotten herself captured and almost sacrificed.]

I'm really, really sorry. And I'm guessing you don't have a towel in your car.

Indeed not -- we'll both have to endure the cold.

[By this time, Edgeworth has managed to loosen the ropes around Kay's hands enough to make untying them easy, and proceeds to do so. As much as he's trying to be stoic, though, those steely eyes are still clearly haunted by what just happened...]

...What about that guy? Did you see what happened to him?

(Blast, he slipped my mind in my desperation to save Kay!)

No. I believe I heard a splash unrelated to ours, but that's all I know.

He got away?! [She perks up - and not in a good way.] I think he has our map...I saw it in his pocket, unless he dropped it before he jumped off the ledge...

Unfortunately, we're in no physical condition to pursue someone equipped to easily subdue another. You in particular still need medical attention.

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