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miniworth[Forward dated to Monday morning.]
....Wright.
[The video turns on and shows that the boy is standing in a hotel room. The lights are on, and... it looks like the room was in use until just recently. The camera - held in trembling hands - captures the sulking figures of three Pokémon sitting on the messily made bed.]
---Wright.... he's gone.
[[ooc; -- With permission from our dear Gumshoe-mun, who dropped (SOB), Miles will be taking care of Missile from now on... but Gummy also had two other characters and y'all should ask Officer so the poor babes can have homes. ;A; ]
....Wright.
[The video turns on and shows that the boy is standing in a hotel room. The lights are on, and... it looks like the room was in use until just recently. The camera - held in trembling hands - captures the sulking figures of three Pokémon sitting on the messily made bed.]
---Wright.... he's gone.
[[ooc; -- With permission from our dear Gumshoe-mun, who dropped (SOB), Miles will be taking care of Missile from now on... but Gummy also had two other characters and y'all should ask Officer so the poor babes can have homes. ;A; ]
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Date: 2010-12-14 12:56 am (UTC)Alright. I'll see you in a few minutes.
[--and, sure enough, about ten minutes later there's the sound of footsteps speeding down the hall. But before you can see Phoenix, Lady bounds into the room, making distressed crooning sounds and immediately worming her way over to Edgeworth, tilting her head up at him with concern.
Phoenix follows a few seconds later, flanked by Butch and Mia. And looking quite out of breath.]
S-sorry I took so long. [Huff, huff. He leans forward with his hands on his knees, catching his breath.]
[action.]
Date: 2010-12-14 01:59 am (UTC)The bed looked newly remade, and the floor picked up, presumably the boy's doing. And - perhaps because Phoenix was coming? - there was a fresh cup of coffee sitting on the table by the couch.
Edgeworth looks up when Phoenix comes in, rubbing Lady's head.]
It's fine... are you all right? You look cold...
[action.]
Date: 2010-12-14 03:01 am (UTC)He sinks into the bed with a weary sigh, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. His hair is in total disarray -- sticking out at odd spots, the little creases between his spikes tinged with white from the snow outside. They quickly melt in the heat of the hotel room, and Phoenix shakes his head like a dog to rid his hair of the moisture.
...I'm fine. [He shrugs. His arms are folded across his knees, and overall, he just looks...tired.
Is it possible that you haven't seen him since yesterday afternoon, Miles? Since he was probably dozing when you got back, and he went right off to work this morning...which may also strike you as rather odd.
There's a heavy pause, in which Phoenix is quiet but for steady breathing, before he asks, quietly;] ...did you just find out?
[action.]
Date: 2010-12-14 03:14 am (UTC)The thought sent a shiver down his body, and he draws his knees up, hugging them and burying his face in his arms.]
He called me this morning. It was our day off, and he asked if I wanted to go buy things for Christmas with him.. that was two hours ago, and-- and we were going to meet up at the lobby.
But he didn't show up, so I came up to see what happened..
[action.]
Date: 2010-12-14 03:43 am (UTC)He swallows, not sure how to handle a crumbling Edgeworth. He lifts his head, eying the boy with a look that was part exhaustion and all worry, leaning sideways a bit to rest a hand on Edgeworth's shoulder. It's s small gesture, but...given that the Edgeworth he knew would flinch away at ANY physical contact, he still wasn't sure where the child version's boundaries were.]
...I see.
[He's quiet, glancing around at the room that used to house the bumbling Detective. Lady curls herself around Edgeworth's small body, snuggling against his knees and making soft sounds of comfort. Mia tries to jump on the bed in between the two trainers, only to scramble at the sheets and plop back down when she couldn't quite reach. She settles for plopping down on Phoenix's feet, while Butch rests his large head next to Edgeworth.]
[action; so.. any plans I mentioned for over the break? Just... forget it.]
Date: 2010-12-14 03:49 am (UTC)He was just... so sick of having people disappear like this. Being powerless, without a choice, just watching them disappear without warning... it was even worse knowing that he wasn't exactly innocent, either..
Moving away suddenly, without a word, with no intention of returning, disappearing for years...
He looks up at Phoenix now, frowning deeply.]
I'm sorry...
[The apology is a quiet whisper, barely audible, but still there.]
[action; Uh oh...parents being difficult? >: ]
Date: 2010-12-14 03:54 am (UTC)He blinks, barely hearing Edgeworth's words, lifting the hand from his shoulder and blinking owlishly.] I...what?
...for what, Edgeworth?
[action; You could say that. :I Won't listen to me at all, I tell you. ]
Date: 2010-12-14 03:58 am (UTC)[He looks away again, his hands clutching the sleeves of his jacket.
--He'd had a choice. His mother was willing to wait, to let him go see his friends and tell them the truth. Or just a simple good-bye, even.. but he declined, willfully pushing them away. It was worse than people like the detective, who probably had no choice in coming to or leaving this world..]
I'm sorry.
[action; That's 'rents for you :T Stick it out, man! Maybe they'll relent later?]
Date: 2010-12-14 04:10 am (UTC)...yeah, I, uh...I guess it was. Don't worry about it though, I mean, it was a long time ago.
[A pause.]
Well, it was a long time ago for me, in any case. [A bit of a laugh, dry and strained. What you're not telling him is how DL-6 had brought everything he'd worried about during those initial months back to the surface, didn't they? Or how his disappearance after the SL-9 resolution had been exactly the damn same, how he'd grown to loathe the man in those short few months? No, not loathe...he could never hate Edgeworth, not even as riled as he was. Ashamed, maybe. And always sad.
...he thought he'd settled that before, with the old Edgeworth.
But how are you supposed to tell a kid that, no, he never does learn?]
Don't be. [He's vehement on that point, though, because he believes that this little Worth did nothing wrong. He breaks in his brooding to give Edgeworth a look of sincerity, of determination, to back up his words.] It's not as if it was your fault or anything.
[action; I wanted to get an answer by this week, but mom told me stfu, basically, so. ;; ]
Date: 2010-12-14 04:21 am (UTC)[ "I didn't ever want to see you" would have been the honest answer, but he stops himself from saying it. That was the truth when he moved, but that definitely wasn't the truth now... it wouldn't do either of them good for him to say it.]
[action; I see. D: Bug her again next week and see what she says, I guess. ]
Date: 2010-12-14 04:29 am (UTC)Really, Edgeworth. It's alright. Sure, for a while, I...I was actually pretty mad at you. [He chuckles, rubbing the back of his head.] When you never replied to my letters...I figured you either didn't get them, or you really didn't want to talk to me.
Either way, I was mad. But I didn't stop writing, and I didn't stop trying to find you. I mean... [When he smiles this time, it's genuine, still with that hint of nostalgia.] After all, I did find you again. It took me fifteen years, but...
[action; She says this about almost everything I do, recently. D: ]
Date: 2010-12-14 04:35 am (UTC)...Letters? [He vaguely remembered the familiar scrawl of his old classmate on those envelopes, but he.. couldn't remember ever having the time to open them. They'd moved right after the DL-6 trial, and after that - planning his father's funeral, keeping his mother eating, answering calls from distant relatives and trying to get used to his new school...] ...I'm sorry. I-- I haven't read them. I didn't mean to ignore them..
[action]
Date: 2010-12-14 04:44 am (UTC)[Again, he waves a hand.] I figured. You didn't even remember getting any when I asked you about them in my time.
[action]
Date: 2010-12-14 04:49 am (UTC)[He makes a mental note to read them when he gets home.]
....Did you really write to me for fifteen years, Phoenix..?
[No, he did not notice the slip-up.]
[action; WHOOP ICON FAIL]
Date: 2010-12-14 04:57 am (UTC)[Have fun with that -- Phoenix couldn't keep a straight conversation when he was a kid, and he's no different in his rambling letters. He always remembered to tack on a "write back soon" at the end, though.
Phoenix DOES notice the slip up -- but he doesn't comment on it, chalking the sudden use of his first name to be because of the emotional stress.
...that doesn't stop him from feeling a little warm inside, though. Oh Phoenix, why so sentimental.]
Uh... [And now, he sounds sort of embarassed, complete with sheepish grin.] More or less. Not every day -- I didn't have the attention span for it -- but at least once, maybe twice a month.
[action; GOOD THING I REFRESHED/ at least it matched your ooc ]
Date: 2010-12-14 05:01 am (UTC)....I guess that's understandable. [He fiddles with his sleeve, thinking about those envelopes that his mother let him put in a box, so that neither would accidentally throw them away...]
[action; speaking of icons -- using this one while talking to littleworth bothers me just a bit]
Date: 2010-12-14 05:07 am (UTC)I guess. [He rubs the back of his neck and glances away, looking nostalgic again.] I never really thought it was something to make a big deal over, but Larry would always call me out on it. I don't think he meant it, really...
[action; ...knowing the artist, just a bit.]
Date: 2010-12-14 05:09 am (UTC)--Normal people wouldn't send letters for fifteen years to someone who basically threw them out of his life, no...
[action; oh Otapyon, whyfor you give him iconable expressions.]
Date: 2010-12-14 12:52 pm (UTC)[At that, he chuckles.] Well, maybe. I was just doing what I thought was right, though. You were my best friend -- I couldn't just let you drop of the face of the earth without at least trying to find you.
[action; ...teach me how to sleep gdmit I hate this /facepalm ]
Date: 2010-12-14 12:56 pm (UTC)......Why would you go so far for someone like me.
[action; D: /pats.]
Date: 2010-12-14 12:58 pm (UTC)...didn't I just say it? [A smile.] You were my best friend.
You still are.
[action; I'm sleeping on you at the library D: ]
Date: 2010-12-14 01:03 pm (UTC).....But I left. [Phoenix's smile.. isn't making him feel any better. In fact, it makes him feel worse -- it would have been easier if the man was angry at him instead..] I left without a single word of explanation - I told myself I would never see you again - and you still.. you still..
[action; Yes, sir! ]
Date: 2010-12-14 01:13 pm (UTC)Yeah...you, uh, weren't too happy to see me when I did finally run into you again. [A sheepish quirk of a grin.]
...I guess I'm just stubborn.
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Date: 2010-12-14 01:17 pm (UTC)Stubborn might be an understatement. [He looks up again, looking like he'll start crying again -- which he usually does, but.. more so than the usual, now.]
[action]
Date: 2010-12-14 01:33 pm (UTC)oh also YAY I RESEVED AT SOUL CAMPAIGN now to look at this app and see what I've got to do...screw what I said last night I want in before the February cycle]
[OH SNAP, he did not mean to make Edgeworth cry again! He mentally flails a bit, the hand that was earlier resting on Edgeworth's shoulder creeping up again. Phoenix is not good with these situations, okay. It shows on his face.]
H-hey, it's alright. It was my choice, after all.
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