#turnaboutprosecutor

[tactful-kind-daedra]

@turnaboutprosecutor​ // continued from ask:

Good grief…

         Perhaps he should’ve known better at that point, to at least keep an emergency umbrella in his briefcase, as to prevent situations precisely like the one he’s found himself in.

         Well, himself and the young woman to his side, who was pressing against the outer wall of some nearby establishment to shield herself as much as possible from the pouring rain. He’d been on his way back to the office from an errand, and they bumped into each other on the way – and given that she was a trusty secretary, he found no issue in accompanying her to the building. He even almost managed some small talk, but the weather chose that exact moment to interrupt them with a crash of thunder as the sky darkened in moments and a wall of pouring water fell upon them.

         Grumbling under his breath, he stole a quick glance at his watch – already running late… – and then followed suit after Daedra, pressing his back against the wall ( first assessing just how dirty that would render his jacket ). If he were some of the men he’d known, he’d simply throw the briefcase over his head and run towards the office, but he had too much respect for the documents in it ( and for his shoes ) to attempt such a thing. Besides, it would have been extremely unbecoming to leave a young lady behind.

         “Perhaps a taxi is in order…”

The rain came quite suddenly that afternoon. Perhaps she should have given more credit to the weather news that day. Daedra silently berated herself as she took shelter under the building awning. She’d brought her umbrella to work today... but the bright sunshine from the window convinced her she could leave it back at her desk when she went out.

The joke was clearly on her...

The redhead quietly watched the steady downpour as it hit the streets and sidewalks. She didn’t mind rain in general, it was usually very nice when it fell so calmly like this, no wind or chill. But, right now she had to get back to answering the phones and filing.

It seemed Mr. Edgeworth was in a similar predicament. the few times she occasionally glanced over to him, he seemed to be fidgeting and checking the time on his watch. 

“Oh, do you really think that would be necessary?” she asked, before jerking a bit when she realized how that must have sounded. “Ah... I suppose you do have very important meetings to be in all day, Mr. Edgeworth. It just seems like quite a loss of money for the short distance.”

Taxi prices in the city were outrageous! She’d never be able to afford using them so often, and even with buses, she tended to try and walk on particularly beautiful days.

[the-defense-rises]

Starter for @turnaboutprosecutor - Seven Year Gap Era It had been a generally normal day, otherwise. They’d gone to their studies, discussed at length the differences in the German legal system compared to their own, and others they’d studied - what was good, what could be improved, what they could utilize if they ever wanted to make changes back home - and then he and his old friend Miles Edgeworth had gone to a little seminar after. It was woefully in German, which Phoenix knew only a smattering of, but he was grateful that Miles had at least been polite enough to translate the highlights for him so he didn’t feel like a total imbecile.

Even despite all that, it had been perfectly fine. He’d figured that they’d mingle a little, while he stood awkwardly to one side and hoped someone spoke English to him, and then they’d go eat dinner and head back to the flat they’d been sharing for the past month or so. In truth, it had been nice to get out of Los Angeles - the media still liked to pick up on his disgrace even four years after the fact, and while he weathered it easily enough, it still wasn’t fun. At least here, he was less well known.  Things would have been fine, at least, until a striking gentleman named Lukas Jager had approached them, and struck up a genial, polite conversation with Miles. At first, the conversation had been in German, until he had noticed Phoenix, and then he had politely switched to accented but fluent English for his sake. There was nothing at all untoward about him - he clearly had known Miles from the past, perhaps past studies, and seemed to be closer to a friend to an acquaintance - but that wasn’t what had bothered Phoenix. He wanted Edgeworth to have friends other than him, he wanted him to be happy and free to be himself after all this time. No, it was...Jager’s body language. The way he leaned in just a touch when he spoke to Miles, the way his eyes softened just a little when he turned back to their mutual friend - that subtle invitation to dinner for only two, not three -  Oh no. He’s into Edgeworth. But Edgeworth isn’t into him, he’s not into anyone! He’s as Ace as they come...isn’t he?  Something akin to queer panic began to rise in his lovelorn little heart - Of course, he wanted Edgeworth to be happy, but that didn’t mean that he still didn’t...well, it was complicated. Phoenix had been made to come around to the fact that he’d harbored beyond platonic feelings for his old friend a number of years ago, during the course of his therapy and his efforts to overcome the trauma put upon him by Dahlia and poor Iris. He’d accepted it, settled on it, pined a little, and then done nothing about it for the past three years. It had been easy when Miles had been abroad, absent from his life aside from phone calls and text messages. But now they were here, together, living together, and there was this man trying politely to express his interest... In short, Phoenix had been stewing on this ever since they’d left the seminar. He found himself sitting on the sofa, a thick book in his hands, with the pretense of reading it and cross referencing the notes he’d taken that day. In reality, he’d spent the better half of the past half hour staring at the same sentence, his mind elsewhere. For all that he and Edgeworth had forged a close friendship, and for all that they were able to talk openly and freely about work and most regular life occurrences, talking about something as private as sexuality and the like had never come up. Honestly, Phoenix had been afraid to bring it up for some time, if only because he had been afraid of what the response might be. Perhaps...it was just best to at least gauge the situation - and if anything, let Miles know that he was a safe person to talk about such things with, even if his interests were not in him.  “So, that Lukas Jager fellow was nice,” he said over the edge of the book. “You guys know each other from back when you still lived here?” He glanced up and offered his old friend a bit of a smile - if anything, he was at least glad that Edgeworth appeared to have made friends in those long years that he struggled. “Are you going to go on that date with him?”

[absolutelaw-blog]

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〔 ♠ 〕 ❝  PROSECUTOR EDGEWORTH !  what a pleasant surprise.  ❞ --- just like everyone else on earth who has ever uttered the phrase ‘ what a pleasant surprise, ’ kristoph gavin is not, in fact, actually particularly pleased by this surprise. but he gives his visitor a friendly smile nonetheless. ❝  what brings you to my office ?  have you something to discuss -- ?  ❞ 

[justicedefended]

{ Does he have a preferred way of sleeping? Like, a ton of pillows, only half covered with a blanket, laying on his stomach etc? }

            He actually does. Apollo must be covered up with something or else he feels over - exposed, and he can’t stand to have his feet sticking out from the blanket. He didn’t have a set - in - stone way that he would fall asleep, but he did prefer sleeping on his right side before the courthouse bombing in AA5 that left his arm and shoulder on that side seriously hurt ( his left side lesser so, as he used that arm to pull Juniper under him for cover. ) Since he’s healed ( though scars and scar tissue obviously remaining, ) it’s more of a lingering, psychological discomfort that he avoids sleeping on that side anymore and prefers to sleep on his stomach to keep the weight off of his once - injured limb, shoulders and back.

            Alternatively, he does pass out just about anywhere? On his desk, on the bus, and in movie theaters. 

[itsgottabethebutz]

@turnaboutprosecutor:

“Nghhhh…”

         It’s true that the last thing Miles could remember was horrid blunt pain in the back of his head, but that did not mean he was expecting to come to and see Larry by his side. This immediately made the whole situation more than a little… suspicious.

         Good lord, was he nauseaous… Just how hard of a blow was it?

         Where were they again?

         He tried to sit up against Larry’s advice, but soon realized it was futile – the other man was holding him down by the shoulder– hold on, was he laying on the pavement?

         “…Larry Butz, what in the world happened.” It wasn’t even a question. More like a demand.

Ohhhhh, my god. Oh thank god, you’re awake. Holy shit. Edgey!!

Larry is kneeling over the Chief Prosecutor, his face twisted with worry. One hand is resting on his old friend’s shoulder and the other is holding his banged-up cell phone, ready to call 911 at a moment’s notice. For once, the situation isn’t Larry’s fault, but he can hear the aggravation in Edgeworth’s voice already!

Hey!! Hey, no, lay back down, awright? You’re gonna make it worse! Those kids--they ran off somewhere, but I have their baseball...holy shit, that could’ve killed you! Are you okay? I--I should call an ambulance.

[distanttracesofbeauty]

turnaboutprosecutor started following you

Hello there, Mr. Prosecutor.

It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?~

[pinksweatergettingbetter]

{ *great revival blasts through the speakers*} HI HELLO FEENIE

Pheenie jumps a mile in the air and nearly chokes in shock.

“M-M-Miles?!!!!”

[chaotic-lawful-objections]

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“Come now, Mr. Edgeworth. It’s unbecoming for you to aim such groundless accusations at my person. I’m almost--mind you, almost--inclined to ask what our law enforcement is crumbling to. Of course, I confess to nothing.”

“Surely this is no surprise, for I’ve nothing that requires my confession.”

Those words said, Kristoph offered a perfect smile, one that neither betrayed nor confirmed his guilt in  the matter. He had been taken aback by the prosecutor’s abruptness--and, needless to say, those pesky suspicions he had raised. The two had been involved in a heated trial, which had already spanned its three-day limit. Just as it had seemed to draw into its conclusion--a win for the defense--Edgeworth had insisted for a final extension, in light of a newfound fact. 

What a sad, twisted joke this had spiraled into.

“I presented all the evidence as I received it,” he said at last. “Why accuse me of forgery three days in, hmm?”