Cool Edge

//mod edgeworth of gs// im losing my eyesight faster than i lost that case against phoenix Global Studios affiliated Post-DD Miles Edgeworth ; Open interaction ; Crack/Serious ; Single-ship ; Not OC friendly M!A status: n/a Status: fine Tracked: curvesworth

[lordblackquill]

"…it is a bit much," Simon agreed with a thoughtful stroke of his chin. "However, it makes quite the entrance if that was your intention, and the courtroom a bit more lively. Such efforts deserve to be commended, when half the time we are surrounded by a sea of grey suited men," He snorted, shaking his head. "I hardly have room to speak, however. For I, too, have adopted a business style like none other, inspired by traditional Japanese aesthetics. I would be the pot calling the kettle black if I were to argue otherwise." 

His arm reached out for the frame, almost touching the glass as he pointed at the embellishments. “I have worn garbs back of this nature when I was but a young lad. They were beyond uncomfortable, on a child no less, believe you me.”

[curvesworth]

  At least he wasn't brutally honest, Edgeworth supposed, with a suppressed sigh. He could use some work, it was certain, but it was... good enough, at least for the moment. He was newly released, and certain social... difficulties could be understood, at least for the moment at hand.

  "Yes... I do suppose an entrance rather was my goal, at least in those times." He smiled softly, his eyes softly gazing at the suit, remembering how much of a fool he'd been. "I was rather... full of myself, in my youth. Fitting clothing, I suppose."

  He listened to Blackquill as he spoke, silently staring at the clothing as he pondered the words, his hands held loosely behind his back. A mutual appreciation of clothing, it seemed, was between the two.

  His eyes watched the hand travel, as it was suddenly struck out, and he simply stood and looked at it for several moments, before turning to face Simon, a vaguely thoughtful expression on his face.

  "My apologies towards your unfortunate history, Prosecutor Blackquill. At least," he smiled slightly "At least you don't have to deal with that sort of thing anymore, which I am certain must be refreshing. I've had my fair share of uncomfortable clothing, I must admit."

  Pausing only for a brief moment, he turned around swiftly, towards a small corner where a kitchenette had been installed, and began boiling a kettle full of water. He'd invited Blackquill here for tea, not to drabble over history and clothing, and he may as well put a kettle on before he forgot. Taking out a packet of earl grey - premium quality, of course - and two small porcelain containers, which he set gently on the counter, before turning back to the other prosecutor.

  "Milk or sugar, Prosecutor Blackquill?"

[curvesworth]

loveisatroquinine replied to your post://  this isnt thursday  OOPS

:’^) how do u know

does this look like thursday to u

[curvesworth]

//  this isnt thursday 

OOPS

[curvesworth]

// sorry i wasnt online yesterday! ive had two tests the last two days and a project due tomorrow so ive been really burnt out!! ill be online way more after tomorrow, though, i promise

[acedefense]

{ ♛}-;;    He’s a bit off in thought for a minute, watching Miles as he spoke, each word pushing him bit by bit back into his comfort zone. He knew that he may have been quite a bit harsh with his words, but it brought Miles back to his senses, and that’s all that mattered. For a second there, he had been scared it wouldn’t.

For a second, he had been worried… but nothing’s changed at all.

It’s just the same old prideful Edgeworth,  simply more stubborn than usual. For a second, he sits and processes the last few words uttered by the prosecutor, until he manages to make out what he said. It’s enough to bring a brimming smile to his lips, and he reaches out, securely gripping Miles’ nose.

" You’re still as stubborn as you were all those years ago… ”  

He retracts with a chuckle, relieved to know that nothing’s changed. He’s still perky, still easily-agitated, and still hot-headed… but that’s the way he’s always been, and Phoenix has no issues with it. He decided long ago that this pompous jerk of a man was someone he could rely on. He was stubborn, until it really counted… like now.

Not that Miles needs to know that, of course. 

" … I’ll forgive it… your stubbornness… if you can forgive me for stealing your glasses. “

[curvesworth]

  As he finished speaking, he was relieved to notice that the tension, the tight body language he'd noticed, had begun to disperse from Wright. It wasn't all gone, that he could tell - the other man was still more than likely angry, or at least mildly irritated, with him, but what counted was that he had begun to relax.

  The silence had made him nervous - maybe he hadn't loosened up, after all? - but the sudden pinch on the nose made him jolt back, a playfully angry (although, perhaps it was only "playful", if that would even be a suitable term for it, to a trained eye) scowl on his face, and the oh-so-familiar utterance of a short "Nghoooh!" hanging in the air. After the defense attorney pulled back, he let out a heavy sigh, rubbing his nose and attempting to hide his beet-red face.

  "I- Ugh- You-!" He couldn't manage anything, at this point. He moved back and plopped himself upon the edge of a table, sulkily glaring out the window. A hint of a smile tugged at his mouth, however, betraying his angry gaze.

  Wright was the same as ever. Cocky, ridiculous, everything - he hadn't changed one bit, and was still the same man as before losing his badge. More burdened, and with more experience, perhaps, but at his core he wasn't much different, he noted as Phoenix chuckled.

"A... fair deal, I suppose. However, you'll have to promise me not to steal these again." He tapped the glasses lightly on the sides as he spoke, his gray gaze unwavering, but not fully harsh; a hidden softness, if anything. "You know full well I can barely see a thing without these damned glasses, and it doesn't exactly do to have my only pair go, ah, missing."

[curvesworth]

// i had to edit that post and add in coding manually from my phone so i hope theres no weird coding showing up? im sorry if there is

[curvesworth]

god-of-prosecution replied to your post “// i have no idea whether or not i should have posted that link on the...”

//ah, i am almost finished with the bio and stuff now so i figured i'd just send the ask in.

// thats fine! i was just hoping i hadnt misinterpreted your ask and taken it as you were ready when you werent, is all. i would have sent you an ask, but your askbox isnt open (have you maybe forgotten to turn it on?). im glad to have you on board, though (admittedly, i dont think my muse will like it A S much as i do ah  haa ha)!

[curvesworth]

// i have no idea whether or not i should have posted that link on the gs blog bc the blog doesnt seem ready but an ask was sent and theyve already followed me so i might as well link it? i dont know bye

[lordblackquill]

Simon’s interest was immediate. The man had a questionable taste in decor, no doubt inspired by his wine-colored suit and frilly cravat he wore every day. Not that he had room to complain—his monochromatic color scheme was a running trend in his own aesthetics, particularly his personal belongings. His own sense of decor was rather plain otherwise.

All in all, he could appreciate Edgeworth’s inclination towards magenta, or a variation of pink. He would not judge, after all, pink had been the symbol of masculinity is many parts in the world, not long before modern era had emerged. His nostalgia for the classics was no doubt something he shared with his superior, and his fanatical side yearned to come out in the open. Perhaps it would serve as a decent conversation starter.

Sauntering over to the framed treasure, Simon examined the suit very carefully. “Hm. You appear to be a man of very fine taste,” he started, nearly lying through his teeth. The frills and the embellishments were were a tad much, almost borderline gaudy. But he admired the craftsmanship, as it was very well tailored. It seemed to match the authenticity for its presumed time as a period piece. "Pray tell, have you actually worn this? It gives the air of swaggering peacock, I dare say," he drawled, making his amusement over his fashion choices known. He cared not if he was being rude, it was all in good jest.

[curvesworth]

  He tensed slightly as the other man entered the room, letting the door shut automatically with a soft click as he followed the other, taller, prosecutor slowly through his rather expansive office. His decoration choices were a little extreme, he knew - and had been reminded it more than was likely necessary, by friends - but he was hoping his subordinate would practice a little restraint around a superior.

  As Blackquill stopped in front of his precious suit, he strolled to stand a foot or so away, also facing the article. His shoes made small clipping noises on the polished stone, and he looked up at the suit in reminiscence as the prosecutor spoke. The rather harsh comment he finished with surprised him slightly, but he didn't exactly find it personally insulting - more, he blamed the people who had let him wear that horrible thing.

  "I... have, yes. This was the suit I sported during my early prosecuting days, disasters may they have been. Looking at it now, it's rather... tacky." He turned to the other man, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "Wouldn't you agree?"

  Quite frankly, he was testing out the other man. He wondered just how honest Prosecutor Blackquill would be, especially around someone such as his boss. This was the perfect way to find out, and to keep a conversation going, he decided.

[curvesworth]

// do not combine tiredness and em with rping because i will churn out answers at the speed of mollasses

[lordblackquill]

"Hm, very well then. I shall accept your generous offer. There is time to spare."

Simon broke eye contact with the man to lean against the nearest window, slipping it open and peeking his head out. With a strong, commanding whistle, he let it be known that Taka was welcomed to stay inside the building.

Within no time, his hawk fluttered inside, perching obediently on his shoulder. Taka scratched himself a little before fixing his keen eyes on Edgeworth, titling his head with curiosity.

"I do not think we’ve been properly introduced. This is Taka. Be a dear and greet the good man before you," he uttered in the most fond voice anyone has ever heard from him. Edgeworth was met with a hearty screech in return. Simon’s lips tugged into a self-satisfied smirk.

"Now, shall we?"

[curvesworth]

"I'm very glad this can work out like this, Prosecutor Blackquill."

  He watched, with vague interest, as the other man summoned his avian friend. In the back of his mind, he wondered where the bird must home itself, if it was that near the building. He didn't pay the thought much heed, however, as he was paying more attention to the fact that the bird was eyeing him.

  His eyes softened at the huge change in tone that occurred when Blackquill spoke to Taka; it was interesting, to see a person like him be so gentle towards a bird.

  Taka then screeched at Miles, jolting him up from where he'd been leaning against the stairway wall casually. He coughed in embarrassment, using it as an excuse to hide his face briefly and regain his composure, before smiling slightly to the duo that stood before him.

  "Yes, of course."

  He walked, briskly, up the floors once more, all the way to the top of the building. It was good exercise, he supposed, but it was still quite a pain to have to go through all those steps every day. As they arrived at his office door, he unlocked it and stepped in, holding the door for the man behind him.

  Looking around, his tastes really hadn't changed much from his old office. The room was sleeker, and there was less clutter, but most things remained the same. His framed jacket, the chessboard, they were the same. It wasn't uninviting, no, but it did have a... sterile sense to it. As if it was clean, perfectly clean, and it wouldn't do to dirty any aspect of it.

  All the same, Edgeworth was plenty welcoming to the clean, cool, office.

[acedefense]

{ ♛}-;;    That may have been what snapped the hopes of the attorney. 

He’s shaking his head, and he knows more than ever that Miles has once again taken his words and let them become ash in his mind. Was this conversation a lost cause? By now, yes. Everyone changes- and in the many years he hadn’t seen Miles, he had changed. He was the same, but different, as always. 

It’s hard to tell all those changes over the phone - but face to face, like now, everything becomes clearer. It’s like always, really. As school children, separated… he had come back to find a completely new person in Miles’ place. Then, after going missing… Miles had changed once more. He supposed that was what years did…

… yet it would be a lie to say he hadn’t hoped to have the childish understanding he had always gotten from Miles as he offered his more or less the same petulant, poorly-pieced together, and discombobulated, embarrassing speeches that used minimal vocabulary. It seemed meaningless to keep him here any longer.

Phoenix tugged open a drawer, pulling out the glasses and handing them to Miles.

" Right… I seem to have forgotten. It’s none of my concern about your personal life, and I should keep things strictly to business. I shouldn’t be concerned about you, I’m ever so sorry. That’s not my place, after all. I’ll keep in my next time that I’m worried about you that I have no right in doing any such thing. ”

Does he even understand?

" … I see. That’s all I needed to hear. I guess I’ll see you next time you have need of my business help, because after all… it’s strictly business. “

[curvesworth]

  He cringed, his pain not masked, as it usually would be.

  He'd gone too far, he knew he had. He'd been angry, been spurred back into his defense mechanisms to push people away, and he'd gone too far. He wished he could apologize, but it was evident from the body language that was being portrayed that it was too late for anything like that. However... he knew he couldn't just blame it on his past behaviors. He also knew that he'd become more closed off, more uptight, in recent times. It was a sore nerve for him, and one he tried to ignore.

  Rather numbly, he took the glasses from Phoenix's hand, slowly putting them back on, attempting to avert his eyes for as long as he could. When they were on, and he could clearly see once more, his stomach dropped at how upset the other man clearly was. He pretended to be wiping off his glasses as he listened to the words that were being spoken, to ensure he didn't have to look the speaker in the face - he knew he couldn't bear that, that guilt.

  When it was silent, he just stood there for a good few seconds, wondering what he could possibly do to fix the situation. Not much, he decided, as he let out a low sigh, but he might as well try.

  " Wright, you... I.... You know that's not what I meant, honestly." He struggled to get anything proper out, because he'd already beyond botched this entire interaction.

  But, he wasn't going to leave until he managed to straighten this out, because he knew full well he would regret it if he didn't, and so with a sigh he restarted.

  "I didn't mean it like that. I... didn't mean that we were confined to business-related conversations. I just..." He mumbled something, before repeating it in a voice barely loud enough for Phoenix to hear.

"I just... got defensive. I'm sorry."

[curvesworth]

// im playing organ trail and simon got bitten like AGES ago but hes still fucking here because i dont have the heart to kill him off until things get dire

moral of the story: dont name the survivors after characters you like

[atttorney]

just trust me and watch this one i swear you won’t regret it

[lordblackquill]

Simon fell silent. Edgeworth couldn’t possibly be referring to the Wright family and himself included? As much as he thought highly of Athena, his trust in her colleagues wavered around in sliding scale of idealism versus cynicism. Her associates’s efforts to free him remained dubious to him, after all. To what gain did they have to take pity on a wretched laywer like himself?

Deep inside, he knew he had been merely a pawn to end the dark age of the law. And as much as he hated to admit it, it was a personal grievance he had with Edgeworth himself, no matter how much he wished it weren’t so. He was hesitant to burden these good people with the demons of his past and present.

He shifted his postured away from Edgeworth, hiding his eyes away from scrutiny. “….your words are much too kind. Thank you.”

Then silence. His feet danced in an awkward shuffle, unsure where to take him next. Then, a foolish desire came to mind, and he wished to voice it, in hopes that his boss would indulge him. "Perhaps, when you are able… I might invite myself into your office for a refreshing cup of tea. Taka is an optional guest. He is rather mild-mannered, contrary to popular belief. It is his owner who is the nasty sort, I assure you," he quipped.

[curvesworth]

  Rather suddenly, he realized that he had more than likely been overstepping boundaries, and should have watched his words more closely. However, with the sudden memories of his own experiences, he'd momentarily lost his composure as a superior.

  At the silence he was given, he realized that perhaps he had been wrong - perhaps Blackquill wasn't close to anyone, save his sister and Miss Cykes, and perhaps he wasn't even really acquainted, even, with Wright, or Mr. Justice, or Trucy. He doubted even the people at the GYAXA center were close to him, now that he gave it a shred of thought. Definitely not them, in fact, considering the rather unfortunate history they shared.

  "It's nothing at all, Prosecutor Blackquill." The response was short and curt, but his tone was definitely softer than was usually expected from the man, as harshness would certainly not befit the situation.

  He watched the rather amusing dance his feet went on, before hearing the rather unexpected response. His shock no doubt showed, but it wasn't as if he was opposed to the idea - he was simply surprised for such a request. Generally, he thought, people don't invite themselves to the Chief Prosecutor's office, but I'll make an exception this time. 

 "Ah... Yes, of course, that would be fine. Of course, the bird may come as well." He smiled slightly at the remark that he was less mannered than the bird, before quickly glancing down at his watch. "... It isn't all too late now, and I have plenty of time... Should you, too, have the time, I'm sure I could uphold that arrangement now...?"

[sarziel]

fool me once

fool me twice

[k-gavin]

3AM doodles of Klavier headcanons. He wears big plastic glasses when he doesn’t have his contacts in and puts his hair in a high ponytail when he’s alone and not doing anything a lot.