[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 suspect as a Persona-user he'd fall under "some people", so...

[truthsnomiracle]

Wh-what...?!

[The glowing eyes were mildly surprising, but the vague feeling of... intrusion?... was much more unsettling. Akira gets a glimpse of ponderings of what could possibly have harmed a boy with such power so thoroughly and where those responsible could be now, why he was attacked in the first place, how disturbing this unfamiliar intrusive feeling is, and how much of a pain it's going to be to have blood cleaned off of the floor of his office again, all unfolding in a rather orderly and sprawling mind, before a blue devilfish suddenly cuts in.

Wait, what?]

(Hey! This is our head, kid! Beat it!)

Actually, one of the ones who figure it out is just a normal kid, but! Yes.

[flowing_kinetics]

[The devilfish thing is very much unexpected and Akira recoils in surprise, both physically and mentally -- his eyes fade back to normal and he looks very much unsettled.]

What the hell was THAT?!

[truthsnomiracle]

[It takes a few seconds for Edgeworth to make sense of what he just experienced, but he's quick to level a steely glare at Akira once he does. There's a vague glimmer of royal blue in the depths of his pupils as he does so, too...]

I could ask the same of you!

[flowing_kinetics]

You're the one with some damn weird fish thing in your head!

[Akira stands, still seeming a bit off balance. He's dived down into quite a few minds, some of them deep, but that...]

[truthsnomiracle]

That is Forneus, my Persona.

So you were, in fact, somehow "in my head"?

[flowing_kinetics]

The hell's a Persona?

[Oh, a question he can answer. Alright.]

Well, yeah. I'm a psychic, ain't 'xactly hard.

[truthsnomiracle]

A summonable self-aspect possessed of some power. ...Which, I suppose, might place me in a similar category as you.

[flowing_kinetics]

Dunno 'bout that. Ain't got somethin' creeping around in my head.

[Now that the initial shock is over, however, Akira seems a bit calmer. The layout of your mind, orderly as it was, tipped him off that you're not all that bad a guy, Edgeworth. He doesn't quite feel the need to be completely defensive right now.]

[truthsnomiracle]

I would explain further, but there are more important matters at hand. As I was saying before you saw the need to invade my privacy, I wish to discuss your situation once I've set a janitor to work on the mess you tracked in.

[flowing_kinetics]

Sure.

[He doesn't know why you're all that interested, but he's a bit too drained to go out fighting again, so he'll play along. He pulls off his jacket, using it as a sort of makeshift towel to try and clean himself off. Topless is better than bloody, right?]

[truthsnomiracle]

[Toplessness gets you side-eyed, but under the circumstances not much else. In any case, the prosecutor walks over to his desk and dials a four-digit number on his phone.]

Yes, this is Edgeworth in room 1202.

...

I'm aware of that. However, there's a large amount of it in my office.

...

Then find someone before the stain sets, unless you want your next salary evaluation to be highly unfavorable!

...

[Edgeworth sets the handle back down roughly.]

Don't have a picture of it, but Akira's back and arms are pretty heavily scarred, if Edgey'd care.

[flowing_kinetics]

[Akira's giving you a bit of a look. He's not exactly clean, but the wounds have sealed so they're no longer bleeding. It'll take a while for them to completely heal, but they've sealed over, so at least there won't be any more stains.

Which is good, because he's flopping onto your couch, topless, scarred, and all.]

[truthsnomiracle]

NNNGGGHHHOOOOOOOOHHH! My couch! Do you have any idea what I'll have to pay to clean that?!

[Apparently flopping down anywhere while still filthy isn't such a good idea, Akira.]

[flowing_kinetics]

[Oh wow, Akira didn't expect him to freak out.]

Not a clue!

[Yes, that's delivered completely seriously. He asked, didn't he? Maybe if you guys had a shower around here this wouldn't happen.]

[truthsnomiracle]

Then don't touch anything! ...We should head for one of the restrooms. You can be cleaned up there.

[With that, he carefully heads for the door, trying not to step in any of the bloody areas along the way.]

[flowing_kinetics]

[Akira shrugs, standing up and snagging his jacket from off the floor, tossing it over his shoulder to follow.]

Ain't like it's gonna poison you or anythin'.

[truthsnomiracle]

No, but it's both slippery and difficult to clean off of fabric.

[The two pass a rather intimidated-looking janitor as they enter the hall, then Edgeworth leads the way to the men's room. Once inside, the prosecutor rolls up the sleeves of his white shirt, pulls some paper towels from a dispenser, and begins wetting said paper towels down.]

[flowing_kinetics]

[He gets a quizzical look as Akira just goes straight to the sink, washing off his arms with practiced ease. Yeah, he's had to improvise quite a bit, but he's not arguing with getting clean.

Of course, he's inspecting a part of his arm as he cleans it.]

Shit. Went deeper than I thought. Ain't gonna be able to move it too well for a while...

[He seems to be talking to himself rather than Edgeworth.]

[truthsnomiracle]

Shall I clean your back with these?

[...and that comment earns a frown.] (So that capability of his has limits similar to those of the Dia spells.)

[flowing_kinetics]

[Again with the weird looks, Edgeworth. But he shrugs a little.]

Sure, can't get it myself. [And as an afterthought, though strangely awkward:] Thanks.

[truthsnomiracle]

[Not too strange, as he's never been that comfortable with thank yous as anything but an expected formality himself. Edgeworth nods in response, then gently scrubs as best he can given all the scars he's having to take into account.]

You mentioned something about "crusaders" upon your arrival. Can you elaborate?

[flowing_kinetics]

Crusaders. Big bad gang, used to work freelance for the government. Ain't 'xactly nice guys -- kidnappin' people to use in experiments and sacrifices to a god. 'bout ten thousand total, I think...

[He goes a bit quieter when he talks, as if the memory itself is painful.]

...anyway. Came here lookin' for somethin' to help Kaori. Bastards followed me, tried to take me out. Didn't work, but I couldn't fight 'em all off myself. Saw this place, ran in to hide 'til I could heal up.

[truthsnomiracle]

(If they once possessed government sanction, particularly if their loss of such status was recent, that would explain how I've never heard of a gang so allegedly large and dangerous -- those who sanctioned them would have taken steps to cover up their activities. Yet to think that anyone involved with the law would stoop so low...!)

Who is Kaori? [Edgeworth sounds inappropriately firm and serious thanks to his train of thought.]

[flowing_kinetics]

My little sister.

[And Akira sounds defensive and on edge because of it. There's also an odd aggressiveness to his tone underneath it.]

Sick. Ain't doin' good. Dyin' 'cause no one'll help her.

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth drops the now-bloodied and used paper towels into a trash can, now that the cleaning is done. His tone as he continues to question Akira is reduced to more normal levels of seriousness for him.]

Your parents can't afford medical treatment? Or do they yet live?