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  <title>Organized Recollections of a Demon Prosecutor</title>
  <subtitle>Miles Edgeworth - Attorney at Law</subtitle>
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    <name>Miles Edgeworth - Attorney at Law</name>
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  <updated>2008-04-02T13:23:33Z</updated>
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    <title>[Narrative] I can't believe a year has gone so fast...</title>
    <published>2008-04-02T13:22:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-02T13:23:33Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's working, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was almost complete silence in the office, minus the subtle scratching of a pen against a paper, and almost complete darkness minus the glow from the lamp. It was a wonder he wasn't blind yet, holing himself away for hours on end, surrounded by evidence sheets and enough paper work that would make any &lt;i&gt;normal&lt;/i&gt; person go insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blinds were open behind him though, and that cast in sunlight, illuminating the oddly arranged bouquet sitting on his windowsill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How she found him, he had no idea. The card was written with care, with a simple message: &lt;i&gt;Happy Birthday, Edgey-poo!&lt;/i&gt; A heart was scrawled beneath it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ridiculous, but the dedication kept him from throwing it out the window. For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a soft knocking on the door, and Edgeworth spoke without even looking up. "&lt;i&gt;Come in.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young boy, almost fresh out of school, came in timidly. "&lt;i&gt;Mr. Edgeworth, sir. Here are the papers you wanted.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Leave them on my desk.&lt;/i&gt;" The silver haired man replied, not looking up. His German became so articulate, many found it surprising that he hadn't lived in Berlin his entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was silence, and Edgeworth didn't hear the sound of footsteps leaving, so he raised his eyes and found the intern standing there, looking at the flowers from across the room. "&lt;i&gt;Who sent them?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;A fan.&lt;/i&gt;" A terse response. "&lt;i&gt;Don't you have work to do? Or should I find something else for you to occupy your time?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Y-Yes, Mr. Edgeworth.&lt;/i&gt;" The boy nodded and rushed quickly out of the office, the door closing quietly behind him, although the boy added a soft "&lt;i&gt;Happy birthday, Mr. Edgeworth.&lt;/i&gt;" before the oaken door closed entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, Miles was alone, in his office of pink walls and expensive furniture. He glanced at the clock kept on his desk, next to a picture of him and Mia he kept in a frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time difference was still bothersome to him, especially when he and his girlfriend were worlds apart. He didn't want to call her too early, or too late.. despite not really wanting to talk to anyone today, hearing her voice would make things better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would momentarily make him forget how old he was getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smirked a bit as he resumed his work. Maybe he'd call Phoenix, too... if the defense attorney behaved.</content>
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    <title>Entry #38 - September 1st</title>
    <published>2007-10-02T07:55:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-02T07:55:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The nexus has an... &lt;i&gt;odd&lt;/i&gt; sense of humor, to put it mildly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flight leaves tomorrow night. I will be in contact with everyone once I land in Germany.</content>
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    <title>[Narrative] Repetition</title>
    <published>2007-10-02T04:38:23Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-02T04:38:23Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pause. Rewind. Play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause. Rewind. Play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles has no idea why he keeps watching it. He has it memorized by now. But he can't stop. It bothers him, he has no answer for it, no explanation.. and yet he cannot walk away from his television, turn off the VCR, and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause. Rewind. Play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His phone rings twice, but it is ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause. Rewind. Play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1:05 he's brought in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:13, he is read his final rites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, at 3:08...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles scowls. The remote has buttons pressed in succession again. Pause. Rewind. Play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3:08, it happened. At 4:17, Miles lost consciousness. Some time later, he woke up in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody understood his panic attack, or what triggered it. There was no earthquake, and they only happened then, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause. Rewind. Play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3:56, the silent screams die. Miles was there to know exactly what was being screamed. He'd probably never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause. Rewind. Play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a vision that terrifies him. And yet.. the fear does not allow him to think of anything else. Does it hurt? How long until he finds out himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause. Rewind. Play.</content>
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    <title>Entry #37 - August 29th</title>
    <published>2007-09-28T13:46:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-28T13:46:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am almost ready to leave Los Angeles behind. There are just a few more loose ends to tie together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wright, I need to talk to you.</content>
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    <title>[OOC] Memes!</title>
    <published>2007-09-19T16:42:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-19T16:49:26Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="display:none"&gt;&amp;lt;/form&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;form target="_top" action="http://www.memegen.net/viewmeme.pl" method="post"&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid; border-color: 000000; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 10pt; width: 500px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background-color: 1F87B2; color: FFFFFF; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Angel Style by greymentality&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:4FA7D2; border: 1px solid black; color: 000000; padding: 2px;"&gt;Name/Username&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:FFFFFF; border: 1px solid black; padding: 2px; color: 000000"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="Name/Username" value="cutslikeasword"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:4FA7D2; border: 1px solid black; color: 000000; padding: 2px;"&gt;First Impression from Others&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:FFFFFF; border: 1px solid black; padding: 2px; color: 000000"&gt;Ready to follow your lead. You are kinda shiney.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:4FA7D2; border: 1px solid black; color: 000000; padding: 2px;"&gt;Your Core&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:FFFFFF; border: 1px solid black; padding: 2px; color: 000000"&gt;Explorer. You are your own Angel.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:4FA7D2; border: 1px solid black; color: 000000; padding: 2px;"&gt;Potential to Stray from the Light&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:FFFFFF; border: 1px solid black; padding: 2px; color: 000000"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;caption&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666;"&gt;76%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/caption&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#000000" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#000000" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#111111" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#222222" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#444444" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#666666" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#888888" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#AAAAAA" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#CCCCCC" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#EEEEEE" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#FFFFFF" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#FFFFFF" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#000000" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#EEEEEE" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#FFFFFF" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#FFFFFF" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#000000" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#000000" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#111111" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#222222" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#444444" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#666666" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#888888" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#AAAAAA" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#CCCCCC" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#EEEEEE" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#FFFFFF" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#FFFFFF" height="5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:4FA7D2; border: 1px solid black; color: 000000; padding: 2px;"&gt;Your Weakness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:FFFFFF; border: 1px solid black; padding: 2px; color: 000000"&gt;You lost your flaming sword in a dark icky thing.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:4FA7D2; border: 1px solid black; color: 000000; padding: 2px;"&gt;Your Strength&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:FFFFFF; border: 1px solid black; padding: 2px; color: 000000"&gt;You were picked to weild the arrows of truth.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:4FA7D2; border: 1px solid black; color: 000000; padding: 2px;"&gt;Your Wings&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:FFFFFF; border: 1px solid black; padding: 2px; color: 000000"&gt;Great raptor wings, like a falcon or eagle&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:4FA7D2; border: 1px solid black; color: 000000; padding: 2px;"&gt;Your Focus&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:FFFFFF; border: 1px solid black; padding: 2px; color: 000000"&gt;Kindness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background-color:1F87B2; text-align: center; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Fill out your answers and try it on Memegen.net!"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="meme" value="1074644140"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="500"&gt;
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&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; clear: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.drunkenhero.com/lj_stalker.html" method="post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="padding-right: 5px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: #0099cc"&gt;Get one of your own!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input style="background-color: #0099cc; padding-right:5px; color: #FFFFFF; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; border: 0px" type="text" name="user" value="LJ Username!"&gt; &lt;input style="padding-right: 5px;  background-color: #0099cc; color: #FFFFFF; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; border: 0px" type="submit" name="Submit" value="Submit"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-right:5px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drunkenhero.com" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold; color: #0099cc"&gt;by Drunken Hero&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #006699;"&gt;Stalked again, a rant by cutslikeasword.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="padding-bottom:20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="100%" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0"&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF; font-size: 20px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;clever__fool&lt;/em&gt; is stalking &lt;em&gt;cutslikeasword&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="50%" style="font-family: Verdana; color: #666666; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px"&gt;clever__fool’s REAL name :&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="50%" style="font-family: Verdana; color: #666666; font-size: 9px"&gt;Mcalister Mcguffey&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="50%" style="font-family: Verdana; color: #666666; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px"&gt;clever__fool’s REAL DOB :&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="50%" style="font-family: Verdana; color: #666666; font-size: 9px"&gt;02nd October 1973&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="50%" style="font-family: Verdana; color: #006699; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px"&gt;Height :172 cm&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="50%" style="font-family: Verdana; color: #006699; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px"&gt;Weight : 62.1 kg&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="50%" style="font-family: Verdana; color: #666666; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px"&gt;clever__fool has dreamt about you : &lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="50%" style="font-family: Verdana; color: #666666; font-size: 9px"&gt;17 times &lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td style="font-family: Verdana; color: #666666; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px"&gt;clever__fool became interested in you : &lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td style="font-family: Verdana; color: #666666; font-size: 9px"&gt;22nd March 2004&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: #006699;"&gt;clever__fool’s latest dream about you&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt; clever__fool dreams that you are standing before them in a crowded train station, flailing your ass-naked body around the room. Just for them.&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: #006699;"&gt;This is how clever__fool describes your relationship behind your back &lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt; ‘If I didn’t have cutslikeasword in my life I think I would chop my head off with my fathers razor. he really means that much to me.’&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: #006699;"&gt;clever__fool’s been stealing stuff from your house too. &lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt; For the last year clever__fool has been pilfering cutslikeasword’s mothers bras from her lingerie drawer.&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: #006699;"&gt;They’ve even started modifying their body for you&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt; In a vain attempt to impress you clever__fool walked into a piercing studio and got everything pierced including their nose, chin, genitals and lip.&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: #006699;"&gt;They sent the following message to you in a Valentines &lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Marry me darling. Move in with me. I will do your laundry. I will raise the children! I will do anything to be your soulmate. Do you need a hip? How about a new set of teeth? Anything that is mine will soon be yours.&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF; font-size: 20px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Police &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="50%" style="font-family: Verdana; color: #666666; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px"&gt;No. calls to the police : &lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="50%" style="font-family: Verdana; color: #666666; font-size: 9px"&gt;18 times&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: #0099CC;"&gt;Your Last Call to The Police &lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt; "Police. Send someone around immediately, some bastardin peeping tom is staring in at me with binoculars. They are approaching my door. Hurry!"&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;clever__fool makes Mark Champman look well-adjusted.&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="100%" bgcolor="688BA1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF; font-size: 20px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Testimonies about clever__fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: #688BA1;"&gt;devilsphyscian - A daring kleptomaniac &lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt; ‘clever__fool was always one of us. One of the gang. We never suspected anything. I’m really shocked..’&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: #688BA1;"&gt;not_faustus - Pig-hustler &lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt; ‘clever__fool’s obsession with breastfeeding should have acted as an insight into their warped mind. I can’t believe I overlooked it for so long. Jesus.’&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: #688BA1;"&gt;hypnosnake - The Ear Doctor &lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt; ‘I would not piss on clever__fool if they were on fire.’&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: #688BA1;"&gt;karmicwhip - Slap-happy &lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt; ‘It’s odd, I’ve known some weird fucks in my time and clever__fool and cutslikeasword would definitely top that list.’&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="500"&gt;
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&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; clear: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.drunkenhero.com/lj_stalker.html" method="post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="padding-right: 5px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: #0099cc"&gt;Get one of your own!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input style="background-color: #0099cc; padding-right:5px; color: #FFFFFF; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; border: 0px" type="text" name="user" value="LJ Username!"&gt; &lt;input style="padding-right: 5px;  background-color: #0099cc; color: #FFFFFF; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; border: 0px" type="submit" name="Submit" value="Submit"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-right:5px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drunkenhero.com" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold; color: #0099cc"&gt;by Drunken Hero&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 24px; padding-bottom: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #006699;"&gt;cutslikeasword is being stalked on Livejournal!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="padding-bottom:20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="100%" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0"&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF; font-size: 20px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wright_idea&lt;/em&gt; is stalking &lt;em&gt;cutslikeasword&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="50%" style="font-family: Verdana; color: #666666; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px"&gt;wright_idea’s REAL name :&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="50%" style="font-family: Verdana; color: #666666; font-size: 9px"&gt;Isiah Monday&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="50%" style="font-family: Verdana; color: #666666; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px"&gt;wright_idea’s REAL DOB :&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="50%" style="font-family: Verdana; color: #666666; font-size: 9px"&gt;22nd February 1978&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="50%" style="font-family: Verdana; color: #006699; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px"&gt;Height :156 cm&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="50%" style="font-family: Verdana; color: #006699; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px"&gt;Weight : 41.4 kg&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="50%" style="font-family: Verdana; color: #666666; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px"&gt;wright_idea has dreamt about you : &lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="50%" style="font-family: Verdana; color: #666666; font-size: 9px"&gt;22 times &lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td style="font-family: Verdana; color: #666666; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px"&gt;wright_idea became interested in you : &lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td style="font-family: Verdana; color: #666666; font-size: 9px"&gt;14th December 2003&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: #006699;"&gt;wright_idea’s latest dream about you&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt; After a brief rendezvous in a unisex spa, the two lovers decide to make kittens behind an unattended reception desk. 5 minutes into the experience David Hasselhoff mysteriously appears at the desk with his hand resting casually on the side of his cheek trying to surpress the grin that by-now has engulfed his face. He steals a glimpse of your genetalia before disappearing as quickly as he came.&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: #006699;"&gt;This is how wright_idea describes your relationship behind your back &lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt; ‘At first I thought it was just friendship, but it’s more than that. The way cutslikeasword looks at me has to be seen to be believed. Either he loves me as much as I love him or he’s terrified. And that isn’t very likely, is it……?’&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: #006699;"&gt;wright_idea’s been stealing stuff from your house too. &lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt; A thick ball of your own ungroomed pubic yarn.&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: #006699;"&gt;They’ve even started modifying their body for you&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt; wright_idea has tattooed their mental image of your genetalia onto their upper forearm.&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: #006699;"&gt;They sent the following message to you in a Valentines &lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;Be mine forever and I’ll promise to never fart whilst you are eating your dinner.&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF; font-size: 20px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Police &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="50%" style="font-family: Verdana; color: #666666; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px"&gt;No. calls to the police : &lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td width="50%" style="font-family: Verdana; color: #666666; font-size: 9px"&gt;2 times&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: #0099CC;"&gt;Your Last Call to The Police &lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt; "I’ve had enough of this. Send the fucking SWAT team around. That bastard wright_idea has been watching me for far too long. Don’t be stingey with the dum-dum bullets. Thanks."&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: #0099CC;"&gt;wright_idea’s Police File &lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt;wright_idea is a dangerous psychopath who will not let anything get in their way. Particularly the law.&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td width="100%" bgcolor="688BA1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #FFFFFF; font-size: 20px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Testimonies about wright_idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: #688BA1;"&gt;suprememagician - A withered old hag &lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt; ‘I always suspected wright_idea was a little weird, but never THIS weird.’&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: #688BA1;"&gt;not_faustus - Long-haul trucker &lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt; ‘Jesus fuck! You’ve got to be joking?!??! wright_idea? A pervert? It’s quite funny now I think about it. What an idiot!’&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: #688BA1;"&gt;markovincognita - Dull O Dull &lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt; ‘Dear God! I knew wright_idea was a right thieving bastard but I didn’t know they were such a skank. cutslikeasword is a bit of a sucker really.’&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; color: #688BA1;"&gt;vonkarma - The Devil In Disguise &lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; font-weight: bold; color: #FFFFFF;"&gt; ‘I always knew there was something different about wright_idea. I’m alway suspicious of people who become aroused upon watching barnyard animals give birth.’&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cutslikeasword:22663</id>
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    <title>Entry #36 - August 25th [friends locked]</title>
    <published>2007-09-15T17:57:54Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-15T17:59:17Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">It has been exactly a month since my last entry. Well, perhaps more than that, thanks to the Nexus and the different way time passes there than in my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wright earned an acquittal. That nightmare is more or less over with. Just to make sure, I intend on seeing to Gant's execution as soon as possible. There are still a few loose ends to tie up, but I will be heading in for review of my work performance once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective, you have your rank once more. Don't do anything foolish to make me regret that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working with the court system after yet another 'absence' (as unwelcome as this last one was) had reminded me of how pointless some trials can be. It is no fault of anyone, really. I just am not where I should be in my career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I have decided to return overseas. Possibly to Germany, as despite the regrets I may hold for my past, I cannot deny the fact that it exists. Might as well use that to an advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will still appear sporadically in the Nexus, and even more once I become accustomed to the jet lag that will follow. I will be leaving next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am terrible sorry to inconvenience you with this, but.. Do you think you could take care of Pess for me in my absence? It will not be for long, only until I can get myself situated somewhere that allows pets, but I will leave everything with you so you do not need to purchase anything for her. And you will not have to be afraid to visit, as once I figure it out I will send you the coordinates to my residence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, before I depart, I would prefer to finish our conversation last night, before it was interrupted by.. certain events.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cutslikeasword:22432</id>
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    <title>OOC: Meme time!</title>
    <published>2007-09-02T04:55:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-02T04:56:42Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">In honor of the day of my birth &lt;strike&gt;which was a few days ago now but better late than never&lt;/strike&gt; I am posting an OOC meme. (Thanks to all who remembered!) I will list all the characters I have brought into the Nexus within the past month or so, and will open it up for questioning of them. You can ask either IC or OOC questions, but either way the characters will be forced to answer them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Miles Edgeworth (Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney) - &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_cutslikeasword' lj:user='cutslikeasword' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://cutslikeasword.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://cutslikeasword.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;cutslikeasword&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Peter Petrelli (Heroes) - &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_holistichero' lj:user='holistichero' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://holistichero.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://holistichero.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;holistichero&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Miles Edgeworth [gun version] (AU) - &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_gunnerspear' lj:user='gunnerspear' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://gunnerspear.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://gunnerspear.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;gunnerspear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Agent Spin (Elite Beat Agents) - &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_agent_spin' lj:user='agent_spin' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://agent-spin.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://agent-spin.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;agent_spin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Agent Audrey Hanson (Heroes) - &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_agent_hanson' lj:user='agent_hanson' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://agent-hanson.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://agent-hanson.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;agent_hanson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Black Mage (8-Bit Theater) - &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_bringerofstabs' lj:user='bringerofstabs' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://bringerofstabs.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://bringerofstabs.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;bringerofstabs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) St. Germant Cassal (Animamundi) - &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_nationalsecret' lj:user='nationalsecret' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://nationalsecret.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://nationalsecret.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;nationalsecret&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Damon Gant (Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney) - &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_chiefofpolice' lj:user='chiefofpolice' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://chiefofpolice.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://chiefofpolice.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;chiefofpolice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Phoenix Wright (Pokemon AU version) - &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_fireyturnabout' lj:user='fireyturnabout' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://fireyturnabout.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://fireyturnabout.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;fireyturnabout&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Amy Rose (Sonicverse) - &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_paintmyselfblue' lj:user='paintmyselfblue' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://paintmyselfblue.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://paintmyselfblue.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;paintmyselfblue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Amerie Everlasting (Fragments - Tsu's verse) - &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_everlastingmage' lj:user='everlastingmage' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://everlastingmage.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://everlastingmage.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;everlastingmage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that's all my more.. 'active' pups. XD Feel free to leave me questions! Thanks everyone!</content>
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    <title>cutslikeasword @ 2007-09-01T22:54:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-02T02:55:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-02T02:59:52Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Click &lt;a href="http://junk.alanv.org/ljquiz.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;Take the quiz.&lt;br&gt;Post your results.&lt;br&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1) Thoughts on &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_vonkarma' lj:user='vonkarma' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://vonkarma.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://vonkarma.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;vonkarma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? She is like a sister to me.&lt;br&gt;2) Is &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_clever__fool' lj:user='clever__fool' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://clever--fool.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://clever--fool.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;clever__fool&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; your best friend? No.&lt;br&gt;3) How long have you known &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_hypnosnake' lj:user='hypnosnake' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://hypnosnake.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://hypnosnake.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;hypnosnake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Quite a while now.&lt;br&gt;4) What planet should &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_devilsphyscian' lj:user='devilsphyscian' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://devilsphyscian.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://devilsphyscian.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;devilsphyscian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; be from? ...Saturn.&lt;br&gt;5) If &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_hypnosnake' lj:user='hypnosnake' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://hypnosnake.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://hypnosnake.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;hypnosnake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was a superhero, who would be his/her archnemesis? A mongoose.&lt;br&gt;6) Where was &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_markovincognita' lj:user='markovincognita' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://markovincognita.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://markovincognita.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;markovincognita&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; born? I don't know.&lt;br&gt;7) Is &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_hypnosnake' lj:user='hypnosnake' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://hypnosnake.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://hypnosnake.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;hypnosnake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; related to &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_spiriteddefense' lj:user='spiriteddefense' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://spiriteddefense.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://spiriteddefense.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;spiriteddefense&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?   No, that.. doesn't even make sense.&lt;br&gt;8) Do you have &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_soma_crucifix' lj:user='soma_crucifix' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://soma-crucifix.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://soma-crucifix.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;soma_crucifix&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s screenname? No.&lt;br&gt;9) How many monkeys could &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_hypnosnake' lj:user='hypnosnake' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://hypnosnake.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://hypnosnake.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;hypnosnake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fight at once and win against? A lot of them.&lt;br&gt;10) Is &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_devilsphyscian' lj:user='devilsphyscian' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://devilsphyscian.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://devilsphyscian.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;devilsphyscian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; related to you? No.&lt;br&gt;11) How would &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_shred_the_sky' lj:user='shred_the_sky' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://shred-the-sky.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://shred-the-sky.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;shred_the_sky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; conquer the world? Very subtly.&lt;br&gt;12) Are &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_spiriteddefense' lj:user='spiriteddefense' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://spiriteddefense.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://spiriteddefense.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;spiriteddefense&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_markovincognita' lj:user='markovincognita' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://markovincognita.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://markovincognita.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;markovincognita&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; married?   ...No.&lt;br&gt;13) What exotic animal would &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_soma_crucifix' lj:user='soma_crucifix' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://soma-crucifix.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://soma-crucifix.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;soma_crucifix&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like as a pet? A parrot.&lt;br&gt;14) Is &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_truebornbanacek' lj:user='truebornbanacek' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://truebornbanacek.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://truebornbanacek.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;truebornbanacek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; popular? Possibly.&lt;br&gt;15) How would &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_turnabout_fey' lj:user='turnabout_fey' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://turnabout-fey.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://turnabout-fey.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;turnabout_fey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kill &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_octopus_hubris' lj:user='octopus_hubris' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://octopus-hubris.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://octopus-hubris.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;octopus_hubris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?   She wouldn't.&lt;br&gt;16) If &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_octopus_hubris' lj:user='octopus_hubris' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://octopus-hubris.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://octopus-hubris.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;octopus_hubris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were hanging off a cliff, what would &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_truebornbanacek' lj:user='truebornbanacek' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://truebornbanacek.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://truebornbanacek.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;truebornbanacek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do?   Save him, probably.&lt;br&gt;17) What would you do if you found out &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_wright_idea' lj:user='wright_idea' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://wright-idea.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://wright-idea.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;wright_idea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has a crush on you? ...&lt;br&gt;18) What is &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_wright_idea' lj:user='wright_idea' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://wright-idea.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://wright-idea.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;wright_idea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s biggest flaw? His recklessness.&lt;br&gt;19) Would you wrestle &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_spiriteddefense' lj:user='spiriteddefense' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://spiriteddefense.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://spiriteddefense.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;spiriteddefense&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in jello? ...No.&lt;br&gt;20) How tall is &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_turnabout_fey' lj:user='turnabout_fey' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://turnabout-fey.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://turnabout-fey.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;turnabout_fey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? A few inches shorter than me, so I would say.. five-five.&lt;br&gt;21) What is &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_truebornbanacek' lj:user='truebornbanacek' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://truebornbanacek.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://truebornbanacek.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;truebornbanacek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s favorite movie? I am not sure.&lt;br&gt;22) Is &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_clever__fool' lj:user='clever__fool' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://clever--fool.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://clever--fool.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;clever__fool&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in a relationship? I believe so.&lt;br&gt;23) One quality you find attractive in &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_shred_the_sky' lj:user='shred_the_sky' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://shred-the-sky.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://shred-the-sky.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;shred_the_sky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? His ambiguity.&lt;br&gt;24) Is &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_clever__fool' lj:user='clever__fool' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://clever--fool.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://clever--fool.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;clever__fool&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; single? I do not think so.&lt;br&gt;25) Where would &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_octopus_hubris' lj:user='octopus_hubris' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://octopus-hubris.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://octopus-hubris.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;octopus_hubris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; most like to visit? Someplace warm?&lt;br&gt;26) What is &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_confettimaker' lj:user='confettimaker' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://confettimaker.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://confettimaker.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;confettimaker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s favorite color? I don't know. Green?&lt;br&gt;27) Does &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_turnabout_fey' lj:user='turnabout_fey' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://turnabout-fey.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://turnabout-fey.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;turnabout_fey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have a big secret? Perhaps.&lt;br&gt;28) What would &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_octopus_hubris' lj:user='octopus_hubris' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://octopus-hubris.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://octopus-hubris.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;octopus_hubris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; think of &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_turnabout_fey' lj:user='turnabout_fey' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://turnabout-fey.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://turnabout-fey.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;turnabout_fey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?   ...&lt;br&gt;29) Do &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_confettimaker' lj:user='confettimaker' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://confettimaker.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://confettimaker.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;confettimaker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_devilsphyscian' lj:user='devilsphyscian' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://devilsphyscian.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://devilsphyscian.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;devilsphyscian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; go to the same school?   No.&lt;br&gt;30) &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_markovincognita' lj:user='markovincognita' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://markovincognita.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://markovincognita.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;markovincognita&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s hair color? Blonde.&lt;br&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cutslikeasword:21837</id>
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    <title>The Long Awaited Court Trial</title>
    <published>2007-08-24T19:28:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-24T19:28:41Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Who&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_cutslikeasword' lj:user='cutslikeasword' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://cutslikeasword.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://cutslikeasword.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;cutslikeasword&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_wright_idea' lj:user='wright_idea' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://wright-idea.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://wright-idea.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;wright_idea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Various NPCs, anyone else who wants to participate (Turn order will be posted here, too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What&lt;/b&gt;: Phoenix's trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where&lt;/b&gt;: Los Angeles Court House, Phoenix and Edgeworth's timeline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the most bizarre thing for him to be standing there. His overcoat remains wrapped around him tightly, but it has nothing to do with the brisk wind that blows every so often. The weather is rather appropriate: clouds overhead, and even though it is far from &lt;i&gt;freezing&lt;/i&gt;, it feels like rain might decend soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles feels like he has been out of work &lt;i&gt;forever&lt;/i&gt;. He had to check and recheck the dates posted on various newspapers. Nexus time compared to &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; time is a bit insane with difference, condensing a few weeks to a couple days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about jet lag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has to be careful, arriving at the court house earlier than necessary so he wouldn't be seen before the trial. Even with the collar of his overcoat picked up to hide his face, he knows his hair would give him away quicker. No way in hell was he putting &lt;i&gt;dye&lt;/i&gt; in it, though. So about an hour before trial is to begin, he enters the court house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habit almost leads him to the DA's chambers, but he pauses and instead walks over to the Defendant's lobby, trying to not impatiently look at his watch.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cutslikeasword:21625</id>
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    <title>RP Post: Investigation</title>
    <published>2007-08-11T00:08:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-11T00:08:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Who:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_shred_the_sky' lj:user='shred_the_sky' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://shred-the-sky.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://shred-the-sky.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;shred_the_sky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_jmlevitt' lj:user='jmlevitt' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://jmlevitt.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://jmlevitt.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;jmlevitt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_spiriteddefense' lj:user='spiriteddefense' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://spiriteddefense.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://spiriteddefense.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;spiriteddefense&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, anyone else who wants to get involved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What:&lt;/b&gt; Investigation for Phoenix's murder trial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where:&lt;/b&gt; Los Angeles, California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When:&lt;/b&gt; Current day, Phoenix and Edgeworth's time, the year 2018. After nightfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Order:&lt;/b&gt; Each person can have their own thread, so order doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quiet night. The streets of Los Angeles are busier in the crowded sections, but for the most part everyone's staying indoors. It's rather humid out tonight, although the coordinates given are those that lead to right outside the police department. One of the people who are sent to the police department is given a key card, which gives them access to everything if the situation arises from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A list of items is requested from inside, and a bottle of Luminol is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;((OOC: Feel free to post what your character intends to do for this, and I will reply accordingly.))&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cutslikeasword:21440</id>
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    <title>Various IRC Logs</title>
    <published>2007-08-08T19:23:29Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-08T20:42:59Z</updated>
    <category term="gantplot"/>
    <category term="roleplay"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Mia_Fey steps out into the yard quietly, occasionally glancing back to see if Miles &lt;br /&gt;  actually followed her.&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] did, although he walks a bit slower than normal. Being fatigued and.. &lt;br /&gt;  apparently extremely conflicted does that to a person.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey sighs, finally showing her sad expession now. "Miles...I'm sorry. I knew some of &lt;br /&gt;  what Otto said before he told you. I should've said something earlier, but..."&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] doesn't look up to her. Instead, he'll lean against a wall and look &lt;br /&gt;  off to the side, one arm crossed and rubbing his other. "No.. it.. is fine. I understand &lt;br /&gt;  why you wouldn't."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey walks back over to him, touching his shoulder gently with one hand. "...I-I don't &lt;br /&gt;  know what to say right now. I apologize."&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] takes her hand off his shoulder, although he holds onto it a moment &lt;br /&gt;  before he releases it entirely. "No.. it isn't your fault. I just can't believe I went &lt;br /&gt;  after you both.."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey is a little frustrated by his gesture, but tries to not show it. "...It was not &lt;br /&gt;  your fault. Glening and Gant did that to you, and so help me Miles, if you blame &lt;br /&gt;  yourself..."&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] twitches a corner of his mouth down into a faint scowl. "It doesn't &lt;br /&gt;  matter who did it, Mia. It is the fact that I am powerless to keep it from happening &lt;br /&gt;  again..."&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] is totally blaming himself.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey glares at him, before trying to put her hand on his arm. "Miles, we'll find a way &lt;br /&gt;  to get rid of the geas. You shouldn't feel powerless because...that's how I should be &lt;br /&gt;  feeling right now."&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] looks at her a moment, quietly. He's trying to not look as conflicted &lt;br /&gt;  as he feels, but it's.. difficult. Instead of pushing her away again, he reaches over and &lt;br /&gt;  pulls her closer, into a hug.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey feels her anger start to fade slowly, replaced by a sad feeling. She wraps her &lt;br /&gt;  arms around him as well, completing the embrace. "Miles...Please allow me to carry the &lt;br /&gt;  burden for you. Don't drag yourself down. I don't want to see you suffer like this."&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] kisses her forehead. "I will be fine." ["Such a shame. To think if you &lt;br /&gt;  killed yourself like your note said you did, you wouldn't bring such suffering to &lt;br /&gt;  everyone around you."]&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey seems to shiver just a bit at his kiss. "...Promise me that you will be."&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] manages a smile as close to a genuine, not tired and inwardly &lt;br /&gt;  miserable one he can muster. "I promise."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey nods, before moving closer to him. "...Thank you. I want you to know that I'll &lt;br /&gt;  always love you. Even through all these difficult times, I want to stay by your side, &lt;br /&gt;  Miles Edgeworth."&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] rubs her sides, slowly, as if that will make everything better. At &lt;br /&gt;  least having her here is minimizing his desire to curl up into a ball and cry while being &lt;br /&gt;  tormented by his thoughts. "I appreciate it, Mia. Really." He considers kissing her &lt;br /&gt;  forehead again, but reconsiders and instead kisses her nose.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey smiles when he kisses her on the nose, feeling much better than earlier. "I'm &lt;br /&gt;  glad." She sighs, before moving in to kiss him on the lips, just like old times.&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] will return the kiss, and hold her close. Distraction from &lt;br /&gt;  self-condemning thoughts = yay.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey smiles, while looking up at him with those passionate eyes of hers. Yay for &lt;br /&gt;  helping with self-moral issues. "...You know, we still have to make up for that time I &lt;br /&gt;  got stood up waiting for you."&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] looks back at her, and manages a smirk. "Ahh.. yes. We do, definately. &lt;br /&gt;  How about we rain check it for when I am... feeling better?"&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] notably doesn't have the energy to keep up with Mia now.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey sneaks in a kiss on his lips gently. That's her way of saying yes, obviously. &lt;br /&gt;  "Hmm...I think we can work something out. But for now, you should go get some rest."&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] kisses back, giving her another little hug. He /really/ needs hugs &lt;br /&gt;  right now. "I will." Or at least he'll try. "I just.. want to enjoy being outside for a &lt;br /&gt;  little longer."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey nods, hugging him back as well. She can tell that he needs it right now. &lt;br /&gt;  "Alright. Just a little while longer."&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] looks out at the yard, rather distantly with his expression, keeping &lt;br /&gt;  his arms around Mia as he does.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey just leans against him quietly, her breathing has slowed down a bit, showing just &lt;br /&gt;  how calm she is right now.&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] looks over his shoulder, trying to peer into the sanctuary, although &lt;br /&gt;  doesn't move too much since Mia huggles are nice.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey could care less what's going on in the sanctuary right now, since hey, she has &lt;br /&gt;  Miles with her. Love seems to win over all right now.&lt;br /&gt;* octopus has joined #theyard&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] is against the wall by the door to the sanctuary, hugging Mia and &lt;br /&gt;  apparently conflicted by stuff.&lt;br /&gt;* Asamar has joined #theyard&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] is against the wall by the door to the sanctuary, hugging Mia and &lt;br /&gt;  apparently conflicted by stuff. (re)&lt;br /&gt;* Asamar kicks the back door open wide and storms right on out. "Why I even fuckin' try with &lt;br /&gt;  her."&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] is a bit startled as the door kicks open, and just watches Asamar. His &lt;br /&gt;  grip on Mia subconsciously tightens a little, not uncomfortably, just somewhat &lt;br /&gt;  protectively.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey is still embracing with Miles, untilt he door slams open, of course. She frowns a &lt;br /&gt;  little, before looking up at Miles. "Should we stay or go?"&lt;br /&gt;* Asamar doesn't even seem to notice, as he's too busy being a huffy jerk and heading out.&lt;br /&gt;* octopus glances out and fails to see Asamar making comments about Mia's &lt;br /&gt;  generously-proportioned breasts.&lt;br /&gt;* Asamar isn't that big of an ass. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] would note that Otto is already on his shit list right now, if only he &lt;br /&gt;  could read his mind. "...You can head inside, if you'd like. I still do not want to go in &lt;br /&gt;  yet." He watches Asamar warily now, bringing his voice lower as he speaks to Mia.&lt;br /&gt;* octopus withdraws back inside after a glance.&lt;br /&gt;* Asamar kicks at a rock, sending it flying (and wincing because that was a pretty fair &lt;br /&gt;  sized rock). "You try and be nice. Supportive. Open and what do you get?  Fuck all! "&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey sighs, just staying where she is. "No...I think it's best that I stay here with &lt;br /&gt;  you. At least, until you're ready to go back in."&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] sighs as well. The urge to go back inside is getting there..&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] heads back inside. "Alright, let's go." He needs more tea anyway.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey follows him back inside, presumably to go get some tea as well. "Okay...this was &lt;br /&gt;  nice while it lasted though."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Phoenix_Wright knocks on the door. "Edgeworth? Can I come in?"&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth says nothing, but the door is ajar, even if the room itself is dark.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright frowns and pushes the door open slightly, peering in. "Edgeworth?"&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...Yes.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] You're sitting in the dark... are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is quiet for a good minute or so. "I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Do you wanna... talk about it?&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] I don't see what good it'll do.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Would it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] I suppose not.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright walks in and turns on the light, shutting the door behind him. He goes to &lt;br /&gt;  sit down.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is sitting indian style on the bed, hands by his chin. He blinks a few &lt;br /&gt;  times as the light makes his eyes adjust, although he doesn't move to look at Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright sits down. "What's wrong? You've seen sort of quiet." Pause. "More so."&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] I've realized that a lot more has happened during my absence that I can &lt;br /&gt;  remember.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Eh?&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth rubs his face. "I.. was subjected to a lot while I was.. captured. That I &lt;br /&gt;  remember, anyway."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Christ.  They tortured you?&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...Not.. exactly.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] But it was just as bad, I'm guessing.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth smirks faintly, but it's almost a dry expression. "Experimented on would &lt;br /&gt;  be more appropriate."&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright 's eyes widen. "Oh my God."&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...hn. I suppose that is not the worst of it.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth traces circles on the bed with a finger.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] What was?&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] Everything that happened, I was conscious for. Even when.. Glening asked &lt;br /&gt;  me questions, and I could not lie.. I still remember everything that happened.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright swallows. "I see..."&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] Except..&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth sets a hand on his chest, uneasily looking towards the wall. "After these &lt;br /&gt;  marks were painted, I don't remember anything."&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] I remember him painting them, but shortly after.. there's a stretch of &lt;br /&gt;  time I cannot account for.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright 's eyes widen. "The geas..."&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth crosses his arms, although he's sort of clinging to himself.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] You're sorry?  For what?  [Though I have a sinking feeling...]&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] During that stretch of time which I cannot recall.. I tried to kill you.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright pales and facepalms. "Oh no... they told you..."&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ..I would have found out eventually.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright looks down. "I didn't want to say... I knew that if you found out, you'd &lt;br /&gt;  feel guilty, even though you shouldnt'."&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...I could have done more to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Edgeworth, think about the sort of person St. Germant is.  If he couldn't &lt;br /&gt;  stop it, how do you expect you could've?&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth frowns. "I.. don't know. I just dislike the idea that it can be &lt;br /&gt;  reactivated, at any time." He opens a hand and looks down at it. Three packets are in &lt;br /&gt;  there.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] But Njoki gave you something for it, right?&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] Yes. This is.. supposed to help.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth doesn't sound too believing in it.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...It still bothers me, like Glening and Gant intended on having me kill &lt;br /&gt;  you all along.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is trying to sound unbothered by it.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] It wouldn't surprise me.  Why else would they have me running around &lt;br /&gt;  instead of staying in prison?&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth sighs quietly. "I was told that you were."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Probably to make you feel worse.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is rather distant as he remembers. "...They did a good job of it." A &lt;br /&gt;  snort. "To think, if I wasn't..."&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth trails off.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright shakes his head. "They did bad things to us both, Edgeworth. In the end, &lt;br /&gt;  we couldn't have predicted what they had planned. It's too late to start second-guessing &lt;br /&gt;  ourselves."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ((Can I brb on you so I can do dishes?))&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ((Sure!))&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...I shouldn't have run off like I did. I don't know what I was thinking, &lt;br /&gt;  anyway. I'm not a hero..&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright snorts. "If it wasn't you, it probably would've been me."&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth looks at Phoenix, in a sideways expression. "You're better suited for this sort of thing." He &lt;br /&gt;  smirks tiredly.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Barely.  Look how many times I've gotten myself banged up doing stupid stuff since I got into &lt;br /&gt;  the Nexus.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] I do not intend on getting into a competition with you.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth rubs his arm.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Heh.  And I wouldn't want you to.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] Heh..&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] I sort of understand why it was you.. and Mia, but..&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright shakes his head. "I don't think it was just us, in the end. We were the main targets of the &lt;br /&gt;  physical attacks, but..."&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth goes quiet. "I was forced to confess something involving you."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...what?&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] It's.. nothing of importance, really.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth just looks awkward. "But certainly it was used against me. Possibly Zaberisk, as well."&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] *me=you&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Definitely Georik.]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] But it's not like I have any deep secrets.  Whatever you said couldn't have been...&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] It wasn't involving you, directly. It was.. well..&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...heh, you don't like talking about yourself, do you?&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth smirks again. "Not really, no. Not in that sense."&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] Things are much easier when everyone hates you.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] As opposed to having friends, huh?&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth almost.. smiles for a moment there. "Not when you are forced to be used against them."&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] I was forced to admit that I consider you as such, Wright.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright looks sad. "Is that... such a bad confession? To call me a friend?"&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth blinks, and looks over. "... No, but the way I was forced to admit to it.."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Edgeworth, it is painful, when you have to work against your friends.  But the thing about &lt;br /&gt;  friends is that they forgive... and help you recover afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth straightens up, tugging distatefully on his shirt. "...It mainly reminded me of my own.. &lt;br /&gt;  doubts."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Doubts like...?&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] Well.. *pauses* I know I am not a good friend. I know I boss people around and push them away. &lt;br /&gt;  I do not know if that affects anything, if that makes you or anyone regard me as... well..&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is a tad frustrated. He hates fumbling with words so much.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...Edgeworth, you're a GREAT friend.  A little distant, but you come through when it counts.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth mulls that over a bit. He's mainly recalling the conversation with Bruno about it, but..&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright shakes his head. "We all have doubts. Hell, I have doubts sometime about whether I'm being a &lt;br /&gt;  good friend or not. But you can't let them get to you."&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth smirks again. "I suppose.. It just.. becomes rather bothersome when it is used against you."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Heh.  Tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is quiet again. He has a tendency to do that. "...How are you doing with thost.. injuries, &lt;br /&gt;  anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright holds his arm a bit. "They're healing slowly. But I'll live."&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth turns his head enough so he can look. "That's.. good."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Um, I've definitely been hit worse, if that's any relief.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth almost laughs. /Almost/. Instead he bites on the inside of his lip to keep himself from doing &lt;br /&gt;  that. "...Not really, no."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] Don't be.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright sighs.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...I know you are going through a lot right now. I am trying to not add &lt;br /&gt;  to it, or make things worse for you..&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright shakes his head. "Don't worry about it. Just worry about healing, and &lt;br /&gt;  getting ready for our big court date."&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...Thank you, Wright.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright smiles. "Hey, that's what friends are for, Edgeworth."&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth smiles faintly at that. "...They are, aren't they.."&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright sits quietly for a bit, mulling things.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth looks over at Phoenix, watching him curiously.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...hmm?&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...Nothing. You just look bothered by something, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Just... it's nothing.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth tilts his head before he nods. "I understand."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] If you have anything you need to talk about.. well.. you know.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright nods.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...I guess I should be heading back to the clinics, huh.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Um, YES.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth scowls.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Hey, I can't help it if I think a guy who just recently came out of a coma &lt;br /&gt;  should be resting more.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth does stand up. "The nexus works in odd ways, doesn't it."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Not THAT odd.  Can you make it back okay?&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...Yes, I should be fine. I have been trying to.. well.. pace myself.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright nods. "Just don't overdo it."&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth scoffs a bit. "Being imprisoned by an insane doctor has not imrpoved how &lt;br /&gt;  I view hospitals, however."&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] *improved, lol&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] I know. I won't.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright winces. "I'd imagine not. Okay, take care. Hopefully we'll get some new &lt;br /&gt;  information turning up soon."&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth will head for the door. "Yes, let me know if you find anything. I will &lt;br /&gt;  help where I can."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Gotcha.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth hesitates at the door a moment, looking back to him. "...Try not to get &lt;br /&gt;  too stressed out, Wright. I want my first client somewhat healthy."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Eh heh heh heh... I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth smirks and heads out into the sanctuary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Li_Chang walks into the jail office... place? A little bit unsure if he's in the right &lt;br /&gt;  place.&lt;br /&gt;* There are officers sitting around, since it's later on, most have gone &lt;br /&gt;  home. One is by a computer, behind a desk. Others are doing various tasks further inside.&lt;br /&gt;* Li_Chang looks around, and then approaches one of the officers. In his best 'sorry to &lt;br /&gt;  bother you!' tone he says, "Excuse me, are visitors allowed here? I'd like to visit an &lt;br /&gt;  inmate..."&lt;br /&gt;* The officer looks down from what he was doing (read: playing Solitaire) &lt;br /&gt;  and leans forward to stare at Li. "Eh? Yeah, visiting hours are still on. Not for much &lt;br /&gt;  longer though. Who ya here for?"&lt;br /&gt;[Li_Chang] I'm here for a Mr. Phoenix Wright. *British accent is helo, of course*&lt;br /&gt;* The officer blinks, and looks over at the computer. A few keys are hit, &lt;br /&gt;  his eyes narrow, and he looks back to Li again. "...You here to confess, boy?"&lt;br /&gt;* Li_Chang pales and blinks. "Confess to what?!"&lt;br /&gt;* The officer huffs. No patience for idiotic questions, really. "A Few &lt;br /&gt;  days ago, Mr. Wright escaped from prison. We haven't been able to tie his escape to &lt;br /&gt;  anyone yet. But if yer here to confess, that'll save us some time."&lt;br /&gt;[Li_Chang] Um. No, I'm not! I didn't even know that he wasn't here.&lt;br /&gt;* The officer presses a button. "We'll let the court decide that, hmm?" &lt;br /&gt;  Officers come in from other doors and are ready to arrest Li. Oh noes!&lt;br /&gt;* Li_Chang freaks out and starts backing away. In fact, he's going to make a mad dash for &lt;br /&gt;  the doors he entered through right about now - no, it's not the wisest idea, but this is &lt;br /&gt;  Li. Specifically, a panicked Li.&lt;br /&gt;* One officer shall try to intercept him. "Don't let him get away!" The &lt;br /&gt;  others get ready to pounce.&lt;br /&gt;* Li_Chang will try to duck, dodge, and generally evade any attempts at grabbing as he &lt;br /&gt;  heads for the door. He's pretty fast, but he's outnumbered and these officers are &lt;br /&gt;  probably pretty fast, too, right?&lt;br /&gt;* Li_Chang stops, as the officers (who are apparently faster than he is!) are now blocking &lt;br /&gt;  the exit. Frantic, he starts moving away from them again and looking around the room for &lt;br /&gt;  another exit.&lt;br /&gt;* The officers scramble after. There is a window on one side of the room.&lt;br /&gt;* Li_Chang dashes towards the window, scrambling around desks and chairs if he has to. &lt;br /&gt;* Li_Chang beats them to the window! Can it easily be opened, or will he have to hop up on &lt;br /&gt;  the ledge and kick it out?&lt;br /&gt;[Li_Chang] *one of the officers is probably not too far behind him, alas*&lt;br /&gt;* The officers are scrambling now, trying to grab at Li and pull him &lt;br /&gt;  back. It might be easier to just kick the window in.&lt;br /&gt;* Li_Chang hops up on the ledge and tries to kick and jump out in one motion. If the &lt;br /&gt;  officers are RIGHT THERE when he does this, they might still be able to grab him.&lt;br /&gt;* Officers will try to reach...!&lt;br /&gt;[Li_Chang] *they grab him!* *ow, he gets cut by glass*&lt;br /&gt;[Li_Chang] *tactile-telepathy is HELO!*&lt;br /&gt;[Li_Chang] ((:D?))&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ((So that means.. they all get cut?))&lt;br /&gt;[Li_Chang] ((No. It means that they hear the following:)) [DAMMIT! So close!]&lt;br /&gt;[Li_Chang] *muttered* Bloody great.&lt;br /&gt;* The officers will pull him back inside then, and proceed to handcuff &lt;br /&gt;  him.&lt;br /&gt;[Li_Chang] *in a very pissy mood right now* Aren't you supposed to read me my Miranda &lt;br /&gt;  rights or something?&lt;br /&gt;* One officer goes, "Oh, right!" And he will go through them, with a lot &lt;br /&gt;  of pauses and 'uuuuhs' and errors.&lt;br /&gt;* Li_Chang doesn't know enough about American law to be up on all the details and &lt;br /&gt;  intricacies of the Miranda rights, but he's pretty sure that he could do a better job of &lt;br /&gt;  reciting them. ... He will not, however, resist the urge to be an asshat. "... You know, &lt;br /&gt;  I think I'd understand them better if you said them in Cantonese."&lt;br /&gt;* The officer being mocked jabs Li roughly in the side. "Feh, you gots a &lt;br /&gt;  mouth on you, boy. What other crimes you commit, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;[Li_Chang] None! *indignant*&lt;br /&gt;* The officer tchs, "That's what they all say."&lt;br /&gt;* Li_Chang tries to move in such a way that he won't get jabbed in the side again this &lt;br /&gt;  time. Ow, that hurt. "If I had committed a crime, why would I go to a police station? &lt;br /&gt;  Obviously I didn't come here to confess, because I clearly don't want to be arrested! &lt;br /&gt;  What are your grounds for suspicion, anyway?!"&lt;br /&gt;[Officer] The fact that ya came lookin' for someone who escaped a while &lt;br /&gt;  back.&lt;br /&gt;[Li_Chang] That would only prove that I'm /not/ guilty. Why would I be looking for him if I &lt;br /&gt;  knew that he had escaped?&lt;br /&gt;[Officer] Just to double check, I suppose. Or clean up any evidence!&lt;br /&gt;* This logic makes sense to the remaining officers.&lt;br /&gt;[Cong-Li_Chang] ... Did you /see/ any evidence at the scene of the crime?&lt;br /&gt;[Cong-Li_Chang] Because I'd think that if there were evidence I wouldn't have to go to the &lt;br /&gt;  trouble of coming here in order for you to find and arrest me!&lt;br /&gt;[Officer] Yeah, yeah. Save it for the judge, pal.&lt;br /&gt;* The officers begin to drag Li away.&lt;br /&gt;[Cong-Li_Chang] Aiyah. *lets himself be dragged away, deciding that he'll stick around for &lt;br /&gt;  trial just for the educational experience. He wants to see what kind of fucked-up logic &lt;br /&gt;  they're going to use to prosecute him.*</content>
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    <title>OOC: Plot stuffs</title>
    <published>2007-08-08T17:03:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-08T17:04:50Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Firstly, even though this only really affects Mia, I'm changing Pess from a shiba inu to a collie. Because I found fanarts that will become an icon and is totally adorkable so yes. We'll just retcon the shiba, and stick a collie instead (even the plushie Mia bought Edgey will turn into a collie). Fair enough? Fair enough. &lt;strike&gt;Pess is going to be making an appearance soon in the Nexus anyway, so I just wanted to make this clear.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! So, next step in the Gantplot: Investigation tiem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will need to be three groups. One group will check the body, the other the evidence, and the third, the crime scene. The groups get to decide what method this is done by: either IRC or LJ I find works the best, but I can do AIM stuff, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all relatively short scenes but they'll give your character a chance at using deductive skills, figuring out what's important or not important, etc. I have some things in mind that I want everyone to find out, but I won't be able to directly affect the scenes since Edgey's still clinics-bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know, either through here or on AIM: AdamantJustice.</content>
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    <title>RP Log: Ghost Possession LOL</title>
    <published>2007-08-08T07:02:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-08T07:05:24Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth peeks in, and looks around. He looks.. rather pissed off, honestly. He feels /weird/. And shorter.&lt;br /&gt;* Nick_Wright tries to focus again. It's hard, though, since closing the gate took a lot out of him. "...I... think I see some older man... am I seeing things...?"&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is also in... pajamas? No, it's.. a gown of some kind. Something hateful is muttered in German.&lt;br /&gt;[Soma] Maybe you're seeing the spirit?&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth doesn't look at anyone as he crosses the room.&lt;br /&gt;[Malus_] Ahn-! Mr. Nick?&lt;br /&gt;[Nick_Wright] The... maybe?&lt;br /&gt;* Nick_Wright slowly pushes himself up, but can't seem to muster the energy to get to his feet.&lt;br /&gt;* Some Thing stays behind, watching with the beginnings of a grin.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [more pakistani!]&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth resumes swearing to himself in German, and ducks into a room. He's confused.. and then, there's a scream. A very horrible distinct scream.&lt;br /&gt;[Nick_Wright] ?!&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] Oh for the love of all things Holy..&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright yelps. First he's supposed to be dead, and now people are screaming and this is bad stuff! D:&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth storms back out, snarling.&lt;br /&gt;[Leoben] Yeah. Something like that. =/&lt;br /&gt;* Nick_Wright looks over at Edgeworth. His eyes widen. "V...Von Karma..."&lt;br /&gt;* normal-Ivy stands up straiht and looks around. Then sighs loudly. Sounding oddly like amn elderly man. "Well. I'm blind. For now. Oh well. I've got things to do. Excuse me but which way s Gotham University?"&lt;br /&gt;[Soma] That tasering bastard!&lt;br /&gt;[Malus_] Mr. Nick... Miss Ivy? what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;* Nick_Wright blinks and looks over to Ivy. Sees... "Ah... oh no, she's possessed too..."&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth sounds a bit more gruff than he usually would, and glares at Nick. "How dare you address me as such!" He snaps his fingers. "I demand an explanation for.. for this foolishness!"&lt;br /&gt;* Nick_Wright recoils a bit, too weak to do much else. "I... I'm sorry! I... this is all my fault!"&lt;br /&gt;[Soma] You're dead&lt;br /&gt;* Leoben offers Nick a hand up?&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...Hmph. This must be hell, then, for I am trapped in... this /brat's/ body.&lt;br /&gt;* Nick_Wright accepts. He may lean on Leoben, though.&lt;br /&gt;[Nick_Wright] Ah... I... I'm sorry, sir, if I could...?&lt;br /&gt;* Leoben can be leaned on, sure.&lt;br /&gt;* Malus_ holds his head.&lt;br /&gt;* Nick_Wright focuses on the spirit. To the spiritually inclined, a green light seems to point to a point on Edgeworth's body. "...what?"&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth narrows his eyes. "What are you looking at, you.." He looks from Nick, to Phoenix, and then back to Nick again. "Hmph. God, as if /one/ of you wasn't foolish enough."&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright cringes. Why is this strange young man glaring at him. ._.&lt;br /&gt;[Nick_Wright] I, um... I'm not... sure?&lt;br /&gt;* normal-Ivy turns to Malus an smiles. "Miss Ivy? You must mean my darling neice. Such a good girl. Hmmmmm. I should go explain things to her! She must be so angry." Uh oh Ivy is leaving.And apparently her dead Uncle is controlling her body. Bad Nexus, bad.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth hmphs. "Well, whatever. This body is.. as good as any, I suppose." Better than being dead. He's going to head for the door again.&lt;br /&gt;[Nick_Wright] W... somebody stop her from leaving...  And him!  And... agh...&lt;br /&gt;[Soma] W-wait, hold on a sec,&lt;br /&gt;[Malus_] ...Bu... what happen to you? *looks confused* &lt;br /&gt;* Nick_Wright turns towards Phoenix, who's still cringing. The light tranfers from Edgeworth to a different part on Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;* Some Thing jumps to stop Ivy?&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright slowly uncurls a bit. He blinks. And suddenly seems to jerk bodily. Those who can see spirits... suddenly sees the spirit of an old man emerge from the point where the light is on the body.&lt;br /&gt;* normal-Ivy is stopped. "Young man I have things to do." Sounds like an elderly man. "Please step aside." Very polite old man!&lt;br /&gt;[Nick_Wright] ?!  Th... the hell?&lt;br /&gt;[Soma] We have to explain something&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth paces a bit, and scowls, mumbling in German again.&lt;br /&gt;* Leoben . . . still can't do much but watch. And be leaned on, for what that's worth.&lt;br /&gt;* Malus_ looks aroumd. "Is that... that bad man gone from S-soma?"&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright looks around, now horribly confused. The spirit that emerged from his body seems relieved before moving back in the direction of the gate.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Uh... when did I get out here?&lt;br /&gt;[Leoben] Just a few minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;[Soma] You were possessed.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth looks over at Phoenix. And glares. "Foolish fool. This most certainly is your fault." He snaps his fingers again.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Possessed?  You're kidding me, right?&lt;br /&gt;* Soma is oh-so tactful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright blinks. "Edgeworth?"&lt;br /&gt;[Soma] ...Someone with a middle-eastern sort of language I think&lt;br /&gt;* Nick_Wright is staring at his magatama now.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] How /dare/ you refer to me as that useless boy's name!&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ?!&lt;br /&gt;* Some nudges her back towards the others, still silent.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth sounds very gruff and familiar. "I am Manfred von Karma, and I demand an explanation for this!"&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth folds his arms and scowls. "You are quite the idiot, as ever."&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright sort of gibbers at this point.&lt;br /&gt;* normal-Ivy will go back that way, young fella. But he'll have words with you yet. He has things to do. No time to waste. "Young man I have things to do." Ivy sounds like an old man. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;* Some Thing just grins and nods.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth sounds like an old, pissed off, German man.&lt;br /&gt;[Nick_Wright] Ah... I think I can explain... it's my fault.  I just wanted to open a spirit gate a bit, and something else pushed back... a bunch of spirits poured out, and you must've been one of them.  I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...&lt;br /&gt;* Nick_Wright looks dejected.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth glares at Nick. "You are the one who has condemned me to this wretched body."&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] You idiot! *fingersnap*&lt;br /&gt;[Nick_Wright] Ah!  I... I'm so sorry!&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Okay, this?  Is the epitome of wrong here.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] Hmph. Whatever. I have work to do.&lt;br /&gt;[Nick_Wright] I... wait, you can't just use his body like...&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] Be gone from my sight.&lt;br /&gt;[Leoben] *quietly* Nick, can you fix this?&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth will turn and storm out.&lt;br /&gt;* Nick_Wright stares at Edgeworth again. Again, the green light appears via magatama.&lt;br /&gt;[Nick_Wright] I... there's that light again.&lt;br /&gt;[Soma] Light?&lt;br /&gt;[Nick_Wright] You... can't see it?&lt;br /&gt;* House pinpointed out, at some point, because mun is zoning out.&lt;br /&gt;* House has left #thesanctuary&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth stops walking and turns to glare at Nick some more.&lt;br /&gt;* normal-Ivy is now known as Normal-Ivy&lt;br /&gt;[Nick_Wright] *to Von Karma, there's suddenly a very obvious route out of Edgeworth's body.*&lt;br /&gt;* Leoben sees something. Not exactly a light.&lt;br /&gt;* Soma narrows his eyes. "I kind of see it, its' very faint."&lt;br /&gt;* Nick_Wright 's focus is lost a second at the glare, and it disappears. He frowns and refocuses. It's back.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright looks around. Uh, wtf folks.&lt;br /&gt;[Malus_] Why would ghosts want bodies?&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth swears a bit more in German, but.. suddenly, he's out, whether he's pushed out or leaves because it's an /Edgeworth/ and apparently to von Karma they're hideously diseased. And he jerks, gasps and.. falls for the ground.&lt;br /&gt;* Some snorts.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Um, because you can't do much as a spirit?&lt;br /&gt;[Nick_Wright] !!&lt;br /&gt;* Nick_Wright can see Von Karma's spirit.&lt;br /&gt;* Malus_ is looking around.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright is WAAAAY out of his league here.&lt;br /&gt;[Soma] As nasty as that guy, he doesn't seem as bad as the one that took mine.&lt;br /&gt;[Nick_Wright] You... that light... it showed you the way out?&lt;br /&gt;* Soma growls&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] A spirit took your body, Soma?&lt;br /&gt;* Some Thing hopes a really insane spirit shows up. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;[Nick_Wright] *plenty of them dancing around the Nexus at this point!*&lt;br /&gt;[Soma] Yea - I was out of my body helping Nick when that guy took mine.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Oh geez.&lt;br /&gt;[Soma] Until that kid did something.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is on the floor. He's horribly confused right now. von Karma's spirit snorts a bit, "I suppose I should thank you. Nothing could possibly be worse than being stuck in that worthless boy's body." Good thing Edgeworth can't hear that.&lt;br /&gt;* Soma toss his head towards Malus&lt;br /&gt;[Nick_Wright] Uh, you're... welcome?  [Asshole.]&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth does nnng a bit, and rubs his chest. Because falling hurt really bad.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright heads over to Edgeworth. "Edgeworth? You okay?"&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth looks up at Phoenix, and blinks at him, pushing himself up. Wiince. "I.. think I hit my head.."&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] [...Again.]&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright winces. "Geez. Here, I'll help you back."&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...What happened?&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is better off not knowing.&lt;br /&gt;* Normal-Ivy huffs. Then turns towards where 'he' thinks Nick is. "Can you wait? There are things I need to do, son."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Uh... you were sleepwalking.  Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...&lt;br /&gt;[Malus_] Mr. Nick? &lt;br /&gt;[Nick_Wright] Eh?  But I didn't really do anything.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth sighs. "That is all I need, really."&lt;br /&gt;* Some Thing laaaaaughs silently.&lt;br /&gt;* Nick_Wright looks at Malus. "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;[Malus_] Where did that bad spirit go? The one that took Soma?&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth tries to get back to his feet, feeling dizzy and in pain while doing so.&lt;br /&gt;[Malus_] He's not still here is he? *is quivering a bit in place*&lt;br /&gt;* Leoben glances at Malus. "Back where it came from."&lt;br /&gt;[Nick_Wright] I... I don't know.  I lost track of him.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth looks over at Leoben and Malus with confusion.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright helps him up. "Here..." He'll lead him back to the Clinics.&lt;br /&gt;[Nick_Wright] I don't think so... shit, that's no good.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth lets Phoenix help him up. He'll even cling a bit to him for balance. Ugh splitting headache ftl.&lt;br /&gt;* Soma looks around. "It's some creep, with four scars over one one,"&lt;br /&gt;* Some is, in the kitchen, doing something that smells absolutely fantastic. Curry and veal and cardamon, oh my.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is escorted back to the clinics.&lt;br /&gt;[Leoben] Why not? If he's gone--&lt;br /&gt;[Nick_Wright] ...then he might've gone into someone else.  Someone THAT determined to be out...&lt;br /&gt;[Nick_Wright] Ugh... I need to lie down a bit.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright pauses RIGHT before he helps Edgeworth back. "...I'm sorry, could you describe that spirit again?"&lt;br /&gt;[Soma] Four scars over one eye, kind of dressed like a biker.&lt;br /&gt;[Soma] Abused the word 'dude'.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] *hurk*&lt;br /&gt;[Soma] ...You know him?&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] I know a VERSION of him, yes.  *voice is very terse now*&lt;br /&gt;* Leoben could've sworn he saw the spirit go back through the gate, but if it didn't-- well, frak.&lt;br /&gt;[Nick_Wright] ...I don't like the sound of this.&lt;br /&gt;[Soma] ... [speaking of spirits, what is with that really weird energy that Malus was surrounded with?]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...I'll tell you later.  I need to get Edgeworth back now.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright heads through the gate proper.</content>
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    <title>Awakening</title>
    <published>2007-08-03T06:14:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-04T13:04:22Z</updated>
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    <category term="mia"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Who:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_wright_idea' lj:user='wright_idea' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://wright-idea.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://wright-idea.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;wright_idea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_turnabout_fey' lj:user='turnabout_fey' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://turnabout-fey.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://turnabout-fey.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;turnabout_fey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Mainly to them, but if anyone else has a reason for it..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What:&lt;/b&gt; Visiting Edgeworth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When:&lt;/b&gt; A few days after he was brought to the clinics. (Post is dated as Saturday, so we're going to pretend that it is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There hasn't been a lot of improvement. Miles has been stable, but beyond that, his status has neither improved nor declined. No news is good news, in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors and nurses frequently walk in and out, monitoring whatever progress he made and check to see how his surgical sites are doing. He has had two bullets removed from him: one from his chest and the other from his abdomen, after all, as well as the blunt trama to his chest thanks to Otto, and the injuries sustained to his head and upper torso when he collided with Bruno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruises have developed on his arms, shown with the short sleeves on the gowns: lines that are unexplainable to the staff, but were placed there by the bindings that kept Edgeworth to the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, is occasional discussion of the weird marks on his chest.. Always outside the room, but right outside the door.</content>
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    <title>Gant Plot: In the Clinics, Day 1</title>
    <published>2007-08-02T11:54:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-04T16:56:42Z</updated>
    <category term="gantplot"/>
    <category term="roleplay"/>
    <category term="clinics"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Derek_Stiles enters into the main clinics area. Apparently, he looks exhausted. Edgeworth &lt;br /&gt;  apparently just got out of surgery and is being set up in a room, and Derek is going over &lt;br /&gt;  his chart.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey has been sitting in the main area for quite a while now, suprisingly still awake. &lt;br /&gt;  She's nursing a rather weak cup of coffee, but manages to look up at the doctor who &lt;br /&gt;  enters the room.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey is hesitant to say anything, but has a right to ask questions. "...Will he be &lt;br /&gt;  alright?"&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles looks up, apparently lost in what he was reading. "..Oh, hello." He manages &lt;br /&gt;  a shy, polite smile, before looking back into the room where Edgeworth is now hooked up &lt;br /&gt;  to various machines. "Oh, yes.. he'll be fine. He's very lucky, actually."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey manages a weak smile to his words, before standing up and walking over to him. &lt;br /&gt;  "...Hello. I-I can't thank you enough for helping him." She manages to peek into the &lt;br /&gt;  room, seeing that Miles looks a little better than he did before.&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles nods. "Oh, it's nothing. I suppose there was a reason for me.. ending up &lt;br /&gt;  here, today." Ahh, so he's a Nexus noob. Funny how that works out. "There was a lot going &lt;br /&gt;  on with him, but after he recovers from surgery there should be much more improvement." &lt;br /&gt;  Indeed, Edgeworth doesn't look as dead. Maybe because he's breathing now.&lt;br /&gt;[Derek_Stiles] You are welcome. My name is Derek Stiles, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles holds out hand for shake?&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey can't tell that he's knew around here, but then again, she doesn't find that too &lt;br /&gt;  important right now. What matters is that he saved Edgeworth's life, which means a lot. &lt;br /&gt;  "That's good to hear. I was worried that things were a lot worse..."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey takes her free hand and shakes his offered one lightly, with not much force. "Mia &lt;br /&gt;  Fey. It's a pleasure to meet you, Doctor Stiles. Once again, thank you for everything."&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles smiles again. "You're welcome. I'll be keeping myself updated on his &lt;br /&gt;  progress, especially since I never had a patient like him."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey seems to be smiling also. "You've never had a patient like him before? Is this &lt;br /&gt;  your first time working on someone from the Nexus?"&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles looks back at the chart, considering something, before closing it and &lt;br /&gt;  returning it onto his door. "Well, his case was a little... complicated. I guess it does &lt;br /&gt;  have to do with this place, yes." His smile becomes a bit sheepish. "I accidently came in &lt;br /&gt;  here trying to go on break from my job."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey is curious to know more now. "Complicated? If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to know &lt;br /&gt;  more." She sighs a little to his other statement. "Oh...that's the Nexus for you. It &lt;br /&gt;  tends to make portals and doorways appear at random."&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles looks like he might have said too much. "Well.. I'm not sure if it has &lt;br /&gt;  anything to do with this place, but if this happened in my world.. I don't think he would &lt;br /&gt;  have survived."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey turns her eyes away from him, staring into her now-cold coffee cup. It's &lt;br /&gt;  something to keep herself distracted with. "...I'm not sure either, but I'm just grateful &lt;br /&gt;  that's he's alive. You helped him stay alive, right? And that made a difference."&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles nods. "It was a long surgery but.. he's alright now." He smiles again. "If &lt;br /&gt;  there's anything else I can help you with, don't hesitate to call me, alright? My number &lt;br /&gt;  is written in his room."&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Understood. I do have a few questions for you, if you don't mind. How soon do you &lt;br /&gt;  think he'll be back to normal? And when can he leave the clinics?&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles frowns faintly. "..Normal? That all depends on.. other factors involved. He &lt;br /&gt;  was in bad shape when he was brought in." He pauses, considering his answer to the next &lt;br /&gt;  question. "That is up to him, really."&lt;br /&gt;* Malus[kitten] has joined #theclinics&lt;br /&gt;* Malus[kitten] has left #theclinics&lt;br /&gt;* octopus has joined #theclinics&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey sighs. "So...it might be a while before he wakes up then also." A sad expression &lt;br /&gt;  seems to rest on her face, as she thinks about what's been said so far. "...I see. &lt;br /&gt;  Whenever he feels up to it, I'll try talking to him."&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles nods again. "Yes, well.. he's been through a lot." He glances over his &lt;br /&gt;  shoulder again, at Edgeworth's room, and frowns in thought. "What happened to him, &lt;br /&gt;  anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey doesn't say anything for a minute, as if trying to choose her words carefully. &lt;br /&gt;  "He was kidnapped a few days ago by a group of people, and one of those same people shot &lt;br /&gt;  him. He was trying to hurt his friends, but I don't know why."&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles hmms. "Well, that would explain..." He trails off, and looks back at her. &lt;br /&gt;  "..Huh. Does this sort of thing happen a lot in this place?"&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey perks up a little. "Explains what?" Her eyes glance up, meeting with his once &lt;br /&gt;  more. "...A lot of crazy things happen here. So, I guess you can say that it happens a &lt;br /&gt;  lot."&lt;br /&gt;[Derek_Stiles] ...Well, he had high traces of unknown medications in his blood. I was not &lt;br /&gt;  sure how they got there, but if he was kidnapped..&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...Unknown medications? They must have been drugging him as a form of torture. &lt;br /&gt;  Was there anything else unusual that you noted, Doctor? It might help me figure out what &lt;br /&gt;  happened.&lt;br /&gt;[Derek_Stiles] ...Actually, yes.&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles turns and heads into the room. "Look at this."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey follows him into the room quietly. "Alright."&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles moves around to a side of Edgeworth's bed and moves the covers just a little &lt;br /&gt;  bit. The prosecutor looks like he's sleeping, minus the various tubes sticking from him. &lt;br /&gt;  The doctor moves gently, almost hesitantly.. he pulls up one sleeve of Edgeworth's gown &lt;br /&gt;  and pulls it back just enough for the red paint marks to be seen on his chest. "Do you &lt;br /&gt;  know what these mean?"&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey stays close to the bed, watching Derek carefully, but also keeping her eyes on &lt;br /&gt;  Miles. One hand goes to cover her mouth for a second once she catches sigh of the red &lt;br /&gt;  marks. "...I've seen these before, on another person. But I don't know what they &lt;br /&gt;  specifically mean. Unless..."&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles moves to set the gown back neatly. "Unless..?"&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] The other person who was marked, he was randomly attacking people as well. But, &lt;br /&gt;  he didn't seem like the type of person to do such a thing. Maybe the marks have something &lt;br /&gt;  to do with it. At least, that's what I think.&lt;br /&gt;[Derek_Stiles] It's.. a possibility. I would need to find out more about that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] I think I'll try to find out more as well. Just for my sake...and for &lt;br /&gt;  Edgeworth's. Hopefully those marks won't stay on him forever.&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles nods. "I doubt they will, but I don't know much about this place. I have a &lt;br /&gt;  lot to learn." He smiles to her again. "I must be off. Remember, don't be afraid to call &lt;br /&gt;  me if there's anything else I can help you with."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey nods, before reaching into her pocket and offering him her card and number. &lt;br /&gt;  "Thank you onceagain. If I can do anything to help you as well, please contact me."&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles nods with a smile, and takes her card. "I will let you know, thank you."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey nods, before taking a seat next to Edgeworth. It seems like she'll be staying &lt;br /&gt;  here for a little bit. "Take care of yourself, Mr. Stiles."&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles nods and leaves the room.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright has joined #theclinics&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles is now known as Edgeworth[clinics]&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey just keeps her gaze on Miles carefully, even knowing that he won't wake up &lt;br /&gt;  anytime soon. It also seems strang eto her, but she doesn't feel alone right now.&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] is in bed. Apparently he's breathing now, which means he's alive. &lt;br /&gt;  Somewhat. His vitals are rather low, and he's hooked up to all sorts of different things, &lt;br /&gt;  most of what must be keeping him alive right now.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright passes by the room briefly. Then stops and backs up, looking in. He's got &lt;br /&gt;  a bag of stuff with him. "Mia?"&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey hears Phoenix, but doesn't react or say anything to him. Instead, her attention &lt;br /&gt;  is still drawn to Edgewroth's sleeping form. "..."&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright enters after a bit, setting the bag down and finding another free chair &lt;br /&gt;  nearby. "...how's he doing?"&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey sighs a little, placing one hand over Edgeworth's carefully. "...He's alive, but &lt;br /&gt;  it'll take him a while to recover."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Oh...&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright looks. "I'm... not entirely sure how he lived through that, but if it's a &lt;br /&gt;  LOL, I don't think I've ever been more thankful for the Nexus in my life."&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] still lays there. Part of his gown is ruffled a bit. Apparently the &lt;br /&gt;  doctor doesn't know how to fix gowns. There is also that odd sense of someone watching in &lt;br /&gt;  the room, but only if they're observant enough.. or sensitive enough to it.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] I don't know how he lived either. The doctor said that in any other condition, he &lt;br /&gt;  shouldn't have lived. I'm not going to question it too much myself, since it's best not &lt;br /&gt;  to.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright nods. "Guess neither of us are going home any time soon."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey sighs. "I guess not..." She looks over at Wright calmly, but seems bothered by &lt;br /&gt;  something. Her eyes blink a few times, before she stands up suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ??  Mia?&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey seems to be focusing on the wall behind Phoenix, as if staring at something. &lt;br /&gt;  "...It's nothing, Wright." She turns away quickly, sitting back down again."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Um, okay...&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright blinks at where she was looking for a bit before shrugging and turning &lt;br /&gt;  back to Edgeworth. "Anyway, I'm still sort of bothered. Edgeworth's alive, but somebody &lt;br /&gt;  else died. I'm not sure how I'm going to be able to prove who did it without answering &lt;br /&gt;  some odd questions, though."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey just shakes her head lightly. "I don't know either, Wright. I'm not what you &lt;br /&gt;  should do concerning this problem, considering how much of it involves the Nexus."&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright drums his fingers. "But I'm going to have to go back and prove I'm not the &lt;br /&gt;  murderer sooner or later, and without Edgeworth..." He sighs. "You know, I can't even &lt;br /&gt;  stay in my apartment in the Nexus?"&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey nods. "You'll find a way though, even if Edgeworth can't help you. There has to &lt;br /&gt;  be a way to reveal the truth, Phoenix." She looks over at him, trying to give him a small &lt;br /&gt;  smile. "I figured as much. Will you be alright?"&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Well, I managed to snag some stuff shortly after I, er, broke out, so it's &lt;br /&gt;  not like I haven't got anything.  Just means I'll have to camp out in the spare rooms for &lt;br /&gt;  a while.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Sounds like you pulled the same kind of stunt I did after running away from &lt;br /&gt;  White's murder. Listen Wright, if you need anything, let me know. I'll do what I can.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright nods. "Well, it was either wait around and save my own butt at the cost of &lt;br /&gt;  Edgeworth's, or go out and actually feel like I'm doing something to save him. I don't &lt;br /&gt;  really regret my choice."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey sighs. "You did more than I could've...I'm back where I started again. Feeling &lt;br /&gt;  the same way as before."&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright shakes his head. "When it comes down to it, I was only doing what Gant and &lt;br /&gt;  the others wanted me to do. You were the guys who were actually accomplishing anything, I &lt;br /&gt;  think."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey socffs a little a his statement. "Wright...I think you're wrong. I was the one &lt;br /&gt;  who has to sit back and do nothing. I was powerless to stop the kidnapping, save Miles, &lt;br /&gt;  and even prevent Gant from getting away. I accomplished nothing."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Mia... if you hadn't helped me on those clues, I would've never gotten &lt;br /&gt;  ANYWHERE.  Don't undersell yourself, please.  After all, if even a powerhouse like Otto &lt;br /&gt;  can't stop things like that...&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Wright...I don't want to argue about this right now. You don't know what I went &lt;br /&gt;  through the last few days, and because of that, you can't tell me how to feel. It's been &lt;br /&gt;  this way for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] I...made a promise to protect him with all my strength, and I couldn't even keep &lt;br /&gt;  that. I'm so weak and powerless here.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...Well, I guess you know the truth. About how I really feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Mia... what am I supposed to say?  You don't want me to help you feel &lt;br /&gt;  better, so what am I supposed to do?  I'd rather feel like I'm helping than helpless.&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] is hooked up to machines that beep constantly, plus the oxygen that &lt;br /&gt;  makes a weird noise. Suddenly, the vitals readings skyrocket, causing the machine to beep &lt;br /&gt;  irregularly. It happens for a few seconds, but then it goes back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ?!&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] The hell was that?&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey is trying to not act surprised. "...I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Maybe it's whatever kept him alive?&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Maybe. Or it could be something else.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Something else?  Like... what?&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...Nothing, Wright. It's nothing...&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey turns her gaze back to Edgeworth's face, closing her eyes thoughtfully.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright eyes her oddly. Of course, lacking a magatama, he couldn't see &lt;br /&gt;  psyche-locks if he TRIED. He looks back at Edgeworth.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] You know, this is gonna sound really weird coming from me, but you really &lt;br /&gt;  need to stop feeling sorry for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] does it again. Or whatever it is. The machine beeps once more, the &lt;br /&gt;  vitals spike, and during this.. he looks like he's scrunching his face up at something, &lt;br /&gt;  almost as if he's trying to wake up but.. can't.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] !  There he goes again...&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] relaxes once the machine stops. The odd feeling in the room seems to &lt;br /&gt;  have redirected itself by his bed.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...? He might be dreaming something bad, but it seems like he'll be alright. &lt;br /&gt;  After all, he has important people watching over him...&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright has quit IRC (Ping timeout )&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright has joined #theclinics&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ((what'd I miss?))&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] relaxes once the machine stops. The odd feeling in the room seems to &lt;br /&gt;  have redirected itself by his bed.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...? He might be dreaming something bad, but it seems like he'll be alright. &lt;br /&gt;  After all, he has important people watching over him...&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Important... people?&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Us. After all, you're his best friend. And I'm his... *laughs a little* You get &lt;br /&gt;  what I'm saying, right?&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Oh, right.  *nods*&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...there.  Right there.  That's where you really have to be there for him, &lt;br /&gt;  you know?  Shit happens.  It's how you handle yourself in the aftermath that's important &lt;br /&gt;  sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey might be trying to play off the fact that she can vaguely sense someone else here &lt;br /&gt;  also, but isn't going to mention it to Phoenix. "...I know."&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Wright, I intend to stay by his side forever. Even though the difficult days, &lt;br /&gt;  I'll carry the burden for him if I have to.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright blinks. Wow. "That's... wow, Mia. I'm not sure what to say. But... don't &lt;br /&gt;  forget burdens are best carried together. He's not going to want you to beat yourself up &lt;br /&gt;  over something you couldn't prevent. He'll just want you there to help pick him back up."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey isn't sure what to say next or in response, so she just stays quiet.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] And, well... look, you wouldn't want me beating myself up over something I &lt;br /&gt;  couldn't control, right?&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...I keep trying to tell myself otherwise. That I should be blaming Gant and &lt;br /&gt;  Bruno for what happened. But I can't. Part of me wants to take the blame, for not being &lt;br /&gt;  strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] You shouldn't, you know.  This wasn't about strength.  We all could see it &lt;br /&gt;  coming, but nobody could really make a move.  And you did so much for me during this &lt;br /&gt;  that, well, the idea of you thinking you're weak... kinda makes me blink.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Wright, I told you this before, I don't want to argue about that ordeal. Listen, &lt;br /&gt;  you was the one out there making moves. I had to sit back and do nothing. I even got so &lt;br /&gt;  emotionally torn by this incident that I took it out on your alternate.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...my alternate?&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey sighs. "...Don&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey sighs. "Don't ask me about it, Wright."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...I really don't know what to say, Mia.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...You don't have to say anything. I did the wrong thing by getting upset at him &lt;br /&gt;  for no good reason. He was just irritating me, and then I...&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...I'm sure he'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] I don't know. It wasn't his fault, it was my own. I showed him how to spritually &lt;br /&gt;  touch ghosts, and then...something happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] To you?  What?&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Well, I touched Soma's hand and I was able to see his spiritual form. But then, &lt;br /&gt;  my emotions started getting in the way of the contact. I swore that I had a moment where &lt;br /&gt;  I saw a small vision; something from a dream I had.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright listens. She'll talk in her free time, if she wants to, and he suspects at &lt;br /&gt;  this point he'd do better as a listener than as a speaker.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] It was enough to just make me break down, and I lost control of the contact. At &lt;br /&gt;  the same time, Soma had stayed too long out of his body and was forced to pull away as &lt;br /&gt;  well. &lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Your alternate...he asked me if I was alright, and then, I just snapped at him.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...I told him I was weak, and I did feel that way. For allowing my emotions to &lt;br /&gt;  confuse me. &lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Even Li said I was pathetic, and I agreed with him.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Li's grasp of the tactful has always been dubious at best...]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Mia... why do you think we feel emotions?&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...Because it's just something we do? I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] So why are you beating yourself up for feeling emotions?&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] If you just apologize, I'm sure you can set things right fairly quickly.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...To your alternate? Or to myself?&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] To everybody that needs it, really.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] We make stupid mistakes.  The ones who are really bad are the ones who &lt;br /&gt;  don't repent in some way or another...&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright pauses and grows quiet, thinking about something.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey is silent, thinking deeply on what he's said thus far.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Mia... what would you do if you got some clues that might indicate that a &lt;br /&gt;  friend of yours is, um, not as good a person as you thought?&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...Why? Who are you talking about, Wright?&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Um, I'd rather not say... just that some things that popped up during the &lt;br /&gt;  investigation has got me thinking, is all.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Well, this is what I would do. I would look at those negative facts and compare &lt;br /&gt;  them to all the good things I've seen the person do. It would also be best to hear that &lt;br /&gt;  person's explanation also.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [800 negative facts adds up, though...]&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] The thing to do is look over everything, talk to the person, and then draw up &lt;br /&gt;  your own conculsion. Whether that person is a friend or not.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...okay.  I suppose so.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Don't preassume the worst, or the best. Just try to keep an open mind, Wright.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright nods. "Okay. Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...It's no problem, Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [After all, there's no way he could really do something like that, right?]&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey leans back into her chair, crossing both arms over her chest quietly. From first &lt;br /&gt;  looks, it seems like she's getting tired, but still fighting to stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright looks back at Edgeworth. "...boy, I'm telling you, someone must be &lt;br /&gt;  watching out over this guy."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey sighs, closing her eyes. "...Wright. You don't know the half of it."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...you should get some sleep.  You look exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey ignores his obvious statement. "Wright. Do me a favor, will you?"&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey pauses for a moment, before speaking up. "...Think you can go get me some coffee? &lt;br /&gt;  I don't want to fall asleep for a while."&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright blinks, then grins. "Yes ma'am." Oh wow, it's the early days of his &lt;br /&gt;  apprenticeship all over again. He steps out for a bit to find the clinic cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey sighs a bit at his formality. It does make her think of his in-training days as &lt;br /&gt;  well. "Thank you, Phoenix."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey waits until he's gone, then walks over to the bed, closest to where she &lt;br /&gt;  remembered the disturbaces from earlier. "...I don't know if you can hear me but, I &lt;br /&gt;  apologize."&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] moves a little bit. One of his hands loosely clenches at the sheets of &lt;br /&gt;  the bed.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey sighs, not expecting a response, or even a spiritual sign. She turns to look at &lt;br /&gt;  Edgeworth once more. "I'm sorry. I couldn't protect...your son."&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] doesn't do anything. However, /something/ does.. which might feel like &lt;br /&gt;  a gentle sort of pressure on Mia's right shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey senses that gentle touch, which feels like someone's hand, rest on her shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;  Her eyes close, feeling those first few tears slowly fall from her eyes. "...Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;  Even when I can't watch over him, it's good to know that you're here."&lt;br /&gt;[Edgeworth[clinics]] *The touch, or whatever it is, doesn't last too long, but whatever it &lt;br /&gt;  is is still there. Almost like.. it's staying by her side for a reason.*&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright is coming back with coffee, yeys.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey takes a small breath once she feels the touch leave her shoulder. She still &lt;br /&gt;  stands there motionless, only allowing thos efew tears to exress whatever emotion has &lt;br /&gt;  come over her. She doesn't even notice Nick's return either.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...Mia?&lt;br /&gt;* octopus has quit IRC (Exit:  )&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey stays quiet with eyes still closed. Looks like she isn't moving or reacting to &lt;br /&gt;  him yet.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright sighs a bit, setting down a cup of coffee on a stand near Edgeworth.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey turns away from Wright for a second, if only to regain her calm composure. God, &lt;br /&gt;  she hopes that he didn't see her crying. After a minute, she turns around to face him &lt;br /&gt;  once more, tears quickly wiped away. "...Thanks, Wright."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Um, you're welcome.  Er, do you want me to go?&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey shakes her head lightly. "No...I was just thinking to myself, that's all."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Ah...&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey walks back over to him and sits down, taking up the warm coffee in her hands. In &lt;br /&gt;  all honestly, she knows that this won't even keep her up much longer.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright looks at Edgeworth. "Otto... mentioned something about someone else who'd &lt;br /&gt;  been influenced to do something like what Edgeworth did... is that true?"&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey nods. "...Yes, Georik's friend, Germant. Him and Edgeworth have the same red &lt;br /&gt;  marks on their bodies."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ?!  St. Germant?&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Yes, it was him. I have right reason to believe that Bruno was somehow &lt;br /&gt;  controlling them both by those marks. How though? I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] That... Jesus, I had no idea.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey silently takes a long drink of coffee, before leaning back into the chair once &lt;br /&gt;  more.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Yeah...that's what happened after you left.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...after I left?&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...Well, you was there in the shop, right? And then you headed off to Georik's &lt;br /&gt;  hometown. Timothy mentioned that to us.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright nods. "But I didn't see Germant at all."&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...Germant was in disguise. He was that killer...Whister.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ?!  You're kidding!&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] When Otto and then others defeated Whister, they found out that it was really &lt;br /&gt;  Germant.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] I wouldn't lie to you about it.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Jesus Christ... that guy's a madman.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Yeah, and to think Gant got away as well. Both of them may be back in the future. &lt;br /&gt;  That's why I've decided...&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...Decided?&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey drinks a little more of her coffee, before placing it back down on a nearby &lt;br /&gt;  table. "...I'll tell you later, Phoenix."&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright blinks. "Um, okay."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...you know, they confiscated that pokemon I got.  I hope he's okay...&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey laughs a little. "Wright, you sure know how to keep conversation interesting."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Eh heh... sorry, mind just sort of wandered.  Oh criminy, what if they let &lt;br /&gt;  him out?   THAT'S gonna create some questions.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey might have actually stopped to think about it. Oh great. She's going to grab that &lt;br /&gt;  coffee and finish it off slowly now. "That's not going to be your only problem soon. Maya &lt;br /&gt;  has one of those creatures also."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...oh HELL.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...I watched her buy it in the Nexus.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] And then, I tried proving her wrong. That plan failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright massages the bridge of his nose. "I detect headaches in my future."&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Or some form of injury, whether it be mental or physical. &lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright chuckles a bit. "Maybe I don't give her enough credit. But I just can't &lt;br /&gt;  see this going anywhere, um, sane."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey might be smirking a little. "Perhaps. But then again, when it anything involving &lt;br /&gt;  the Nexus sane."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] True enough.  Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] You're not the only one who got caught with a psychic animal though...&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] I actually knew the little bugger before I got him.  He's, uh, kind of the &lt;br /&gt;  one who warned me about White.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...? Oh really? &lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Hmm...I guess I shouldn't underestimate him then.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Believe me, I don't.  He's a powerful sucker.  Cynthia even brought him &lt;br /&gt;  along to help out with Dracula.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey thinks for a moment. "...Hey Wright, can I ask you something?"&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Hmm?  Go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] What do you think about me...*stops suddenly, frowning just a little* Nevermind, &lt;br /&gt;  it's a stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Oh come on, there's no such thing as stupid questions.  [Unless the judge &lt;br /&gt;  thinks it is...]&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey yawns a little, before turning away from him, trying to get comfortable enough &lt;br /&gt;  for sleep. "Wright, it's a stupid question, I'm telling you the truth."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] *sigh*  Okay.  I'm going to head back now.  I'll see you later.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey sighs a little as well. "...Alright. Wright...what I was going to say. You think &lt;br /&gt;  it's possible for other people to become good at training creatures like Cynthia?&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Hmm?  I don't see why not.  It sounds like it's downright common where she &lt;br /&gt;  comes from.  Are you thinking of, um...&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright gets the most BIZARRE image of Mia throwing out one of those things in &lt;br /&gt;  court. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] No. Absolutely not. It was just a random thought, Wright. Nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] I told you that it was a stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;[Edgeworth[clinics]] ((Objection! The prosecution was lead to believe that the defense &lt;br /&gt;  would start with a water type!))&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Okay.  [Methinks thou dost protest too much, though.]  I'll see you later, &lt;br /&gt;  then.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ((XD))&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey is trying not to laugh at what he's saying. "Sure thing Phoenix. See you later."&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ((XD))&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright picks up his bag of stuff and heads out to crash in one of the Sanctuary &lt;br /&gt;  siderooms.&lt;br /&gt;End of #theclinics buffer    Thu Aug 02 02:53:41 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start of #theclinics buffer: Thu Aug 02 02:54:13 2007&lt;br /&gt;* Now talking in #theclinics&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[hasagun] has left #theclinics&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles enters into the main clinics area. Apparently, he looks exhausted. Edgeworth &lt;br /&gt;  apparently just got out of surgery and is being set up in a room, and Derek is going over &lt;br /&gt;  his chart.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey has been sitting in the main area for quite a while now, suprisingly still awake. &lt;br /&gt;  She's nursing a rather weak cup of coffee, but manages to look up at the doctor who &lt;br /&gt;  enters the room.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey is hesitant to say anything, but has a right to ask questions. "...Will he be &lt;br /&gt;  alright?"&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles looks up, apparently lost in what he was reading. "..Oh, hello." He manages &lt;br /&gt;  a shy, polite smile, before looking back into the room where Edgeworth is now hooked up &lt;br /&gt;  to various machines. "Oh, yes.. he'll be fine. He's very lucky, actually."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey manages a weak smile to his words, before standing up and walking over to him. &lt;br /&gt;  "...Hello. I-I can't thank you enough for helping him." She manages to peek into the &lt;br /&gt;  room, seeing that Miles looks a little better than he did before.&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles nods. "Oh, it's nothing. I suppose there was a reason for me.. ending up &lt;br /&gt;  here, today." Ahh, so he's a Nexus noob. Funny how that works out. "There was a lot going &lt;br /&gt;  on with him, but after he recovers from surgery there should be much more improvement." &lt;br /&gt;  Indeed, Edgeworth doesn't look as dead. Maybe because he's breathing now.&lt;br /&gt;[Derek_Stiles] You are welcome. My name is Derek Stiles, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles holds out hand for shake?&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey can't tell that he's knew around here, but then again, she doesn't find that too &lt;br /&gt;  important right now. What matters is that he saved Edgeworth's life, which means a lot. &lt;br /&gt;  "That's good to hear. I was worried that things were a lot worse..."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey takes her free hand and shakes his offered one lightly, with not much force. "Mia &lt;br /&gt;  Fey. It's a pleasure to meet you, Doctor Stiles. Once again, thank you for everything."&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles smiles again. "You're welcome. I'll be keeping myself updated on his &lt;br /&gt;  progress, especially since I never had a patient like him."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey seems to be smiling also. "You've never had a patient like him before? Is this &lt;br /&gt;  your first time working on someone from the Nexus?"&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles looks back at the chart, considering something, before closing it and &lt;br /&gt;  returning it onto his door. "Well, his case was a little... complicated. I guess it does &lt;br /&gt;  have to do with this place, yes." His smile becomes a bit sheepish. "I accidently came in &lt;br /&gt;  here trying to go on break from my job."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey is curious to know more now. "Complicated? If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to know &lt;br /&gt;  more." She sighs a little to his other statement. "Oh...that's the Nexus for you. It &lt;br /&gt;  tends to make portals and doorways appear at random."&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles looks like he might have said too much. "Well.. I'm not sure if it has &lt;br /&gt;  anything to do with this place, but if this happened in my world.. I don't think he would &lt;br /&gt;  have survived."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey turns her eyes away from him, staring into her now-cold coffee cup. It's &lt;br /&gt;  something to keep herself distracted with. "...I'm not sure either, but I'm just grateful &lt;br /&gt;  that's he's alive. You helped him stay alive, right? And that made a difference."&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles nods. "It was a long surgery but.. he's alright now." He smiles again. "If &lt;br /&gt;  there's anything else I can help you with, don't hesitate to call me, alright? My number &lt;br /&gt;  is written in his room."&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Understood. I do have a few questions for you, if you don't mind. How soon do you &lt;br /&gt;  think he'll be back to normal? And when can he leave the clinics?&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles frowns faintly. "..Normal? That all depends on.. other factors involved. He &lt;br /&gt;  was in bad shape when he was brought in." He pauses, considering his answer to the next &lt;br /&gt;  question. "That is up to him, really."&lt;br /&gt;* Malus[kitten] has joined #theclinics&lt;br /&gt;* Malus[kitten] has left #theclinics&lt;br /&gt;* octopus has joined #theclinics&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey sighs. "So...it might be a while before he wakes up then also." A sad expression &lt;br /&gt;  seems to rest on her face, as she thinks about what's been said so far. "...I see. &lt;br /&gt;  Whenever he feels up to it, I'll try talking to him."&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles nods again. "Yes, well.. he's been through a lot." He glances over his &lt;br /&gt;  shoulder again, at Edgeworth's room, and frowns in thought. "What happened to him, &lt;br /&gt;  anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey doesn't say anything for a minute, as if trying to choose her words carefully. &lt;br /&gt;  "He was kidnapped a few days ago by a group of people, and one of those same people shot &lt;br /&gt;  him. He was trying to hurt his friends, but I don't know why."&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles hmms. "Well, that would explain..." He trails off, and looks back at her. &lt;br /&gt;  "..Huh. Does this sort of thing happen a lot in this place?"&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey perks up a little. "Explains what?" Her eyes glance up, meeting with his once &lt;br /&gt;  more. "...A lot of crazy things happen here. So, I guess you can say that it happens a &lt;br /&gt;  lot."&lt;br /&gt;[Derek_Stiles] ...Well, he had high traces of unknown medications in his blood. I was not &lt;br /&gt;  sure how they got there, but if he was kidnapped..&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...Unknown medications? They must have been drugging him as a form of torture. &lt;br /&gt;  Was there anything else unusual that you noted, Doctor? It might help me figure out what &lt;br /&gt;  happened.&lt;br /&gt;[Derek_Stiles] ...Actually, yes.&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles turns and heads into the room. "Look at this."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey follows him into the room quietly. "Alright."&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles moves around to a side of Edgeworth's bed and moves the covers just a little &lt;br /&gt;  bit. The prosecutor looks like he's sleeping, minus the various tubes sticking from him. &lt;br /&gt;  The doctor moves gently, almost hesitantly.. he pulls up one sleeve of Edgeworth's gown &lt;br /&gt;  and pulls it back just enough for the red paint marks to be seen on his chest. "Do you &lt;br /&gt;  know what these mean?"&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey stays close to the bed, watching Derek carefully, but also keeping her eyes on &lt;br /&gt;  Miles. One hand goes to cover her mouth for a second once she catches sigh of the red &lt;br /&gt;  marks. "...I've seen these before, on another person. But I don't know what they &lt;br /&gt;  specifically mean. Unless..."&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles moves to set the gown back neatly. "Unless..?"&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] The other person who was marked, he was randomly attacking people as well. But, &lt;br /&gt;  he didn't seem like the type of person to do such a thing. Maybe the marks have something &lt;br /&gt;  to do with it. At least, that's what I think.&lt;br /&gt;[Derek_Stiles] It's.. a possibility. I would need to find out more about that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] I think I'll try to find out more as well. Just for my sake...and for &lt;br /&gt;  Edgeworth's. Hopefully those marks won't stay on him forever.&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles nods. "I doubt they will, but I don't know much about this place. I have a &lt;br /&gt;  lot to learn." He smiles to her again. "I must be off. Remember, don't be afraid to call &lt;br /&gt;  me if there's anything else I can help you with."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey nods, before reaching into her pocket and offering him her card and number. &lt;br /&gt;  "Thank you onceagain. If I can do anything to help you as well, please contact me."&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles nods with a smile, and takes her card. "I will let you know, thank you."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey nods, before taking a seat next to Edgeworth. It seems like she'll be staying &lt;br /&gt;  here for a little bit. "Take care of yourself, Mr. Stiles."&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles nods and leaves the room.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright has joined #theclinics&lt;br /&gt;* Derek_Stiles is now known as Edgeworth[clinics]&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey just keeps her gaze on Miles carefully, even knowing that he won't wake up &lt;br /&gt;  anytime soon. It also seems strang eto her, but she doesn't feel alone right now.&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] is in bed. Apparently he's breathing now, which means he's alive. &lt;br /&gt;  Somewhat. His vitals are rather low, and he's hooked up to all sorts of different things, &lt;br /&gt;  most of what must be keeping him alive right now.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright passes by the room briefly. Then stops and backs up, looking in. He's got &lt;br /&gt;  a bag of stuff with him. "Mia?"&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey hears Phoenix, but doesn't react or say anything to him. Instead, her attention &lt;br /&gt;  is still drawn to Edgewroth's sleeping form. "..."&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright enters after a bit, setting the bag down and finding another free chair &lt;br /&gt;  nearby. "...how's he doing?"&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey sighs a little, placing one hand over Edgeworth's carefully. "...He's alive, but &lt;br /&gt;  it'll take him a while to recover."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Oh...&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright looks. "I'm... not entirely sure how he lived through that, but if it's a &lt;br /&gt;  LOL, I don't think I've ever been more thankful for the Nexus in my life."&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] still lays there. Part of his gown is ruffled a bit. Apparently the &lt;br /&gt;  doctor doesn't know how to fix gowns. There is also that odd sense of someone watching in &lt;br /&gt;  the room, but only if they're observant enough.. or sensitive enough to it.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] I don't know how he lived either. The doctor said that in any other condition, he &lt;br /&gt;  shouldn't have lived. I'm not going to question it too much myself, since it's best not &lt;br /&gt;  to.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright nods. "Guess neither of us are going home any time soon."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey sighs. "I guess not..." She looks over at Wright calmly, but seems bothered by &lt;br /&gt;  something. Her eyes blink a few times, before she stands up suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ??  Mia?&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey seems to be focusing on the wall behind Phoenix, as if staring at something. &lt;br /&gt;  "...It's nothing, Wright." She turns away quickly, sitting back down again."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Um, okay...&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright blinks at where she was looking for a bit before shrugging and turning &lt;br /&gt;  back to Edgeworth. "Anyway, I'm still sort of bothered. Edgeworth's alive, but somebody &lt;br /&gt;  else died. I'm not sure how I'm going to be able to prove who did it without answering &lt;br /&gt;  some odd questions, though."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey just shakes her head lightly. "I don't know either, Wright. I'm not what you &lt;br /&gt;  should do concerning this problem, considering how much of it involves the Nexus."&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright drums his fingers. "But I'm going to have to go back and prove I'm not the &lt;br /&gt;  murderer sooner or later, and without Edgeworth..." He sighs. "You know, I can't even &lt;br /&gt;  stay in my apartment in the Nexus?"&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey nods. "You'll find a way though, even if Edgeworth can't help you. There has to &lt;br /&gt;  be a way to reveal the truth, Phoenix." She looks over at him, trying to give him a small &lt;br /&gt;  smile. "I figured as much. Will you be alright?"&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Well, I managed to snag some stuff shortly after I, er, broke out, so it's &lt;br /&gt;  not like I haven't got anything.  Just means I'll have to camp out in the spare rooms for &lt;br /&gt;  a while.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Sounds like you pulled the same kind of stunt I did after running away from &lt;br /&gt;  White's murder. Listen Wright, if you need anything, let me know. I'll do what I can.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright nods. "Well, it was either wait around and save my own butt at the cost of &lt;br /&gt;  Edgeworth's, or go out and actually feel like I'm doing something to save him. I don't &lt;br /&gt;  really regret my choice."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey sighs. "You did more than I could've...I'm back where I started again. Feeling &lt;br /&gt;  the same way as before."&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright shakes his head. "When it comes down to it, I was only doing what Gant and &lt;br /&gt;  the others wanted me to do. You were the guys who were actually accomplishing anything, I &lt;br /&gt;  think."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey socffs a little a his statement. "Wright...I think you're wrong. I was the one &lt;br /&gt;  who has to sit back and do nothing. I was powerless to stop the kidnapping, save Miles, &lt;br /&gt;  and even prevent Gant from getting away. I accomplished nothing."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Mia... if you hadn't helped me on those clues, I would've never gotten &lt;br /&gt;  ANYWHERE.  Don't undersell yourself, please.  After all, if even a powerhouse like Otto &lt;br /&gt;  can't stop things like that...&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Wright...I don't want to argue about this right now. You don't know what I went &lt;br /&gt;  through the last few days, and because of that, you can't tell me how to feel. It's been &lt;br /&gt;  this way for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] I...made a promise to protect him with all my strength, and I couldn't even keep &lt;br /&gt;  that. I'm so weak and powerless here.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...Well, I guess you know the truth. About how I really feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Mia... what am I supposed to say?  You don't want me to help you feel &lt;br /&gt;  better, so what am I supposed to do?  I'd rather feel like I'm helping than helpless.&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] is hooked up to machines that beep constantly, plus the oxygen that &lt;br /&gt;  makes a weird noise. Suddenly, the vitals readings skyrocket, causing the machine to beep &lt;br /&gt;  irregularly. It happens for a few seconds, but then it goes back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ?!&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] The hell was that?&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey is trying to not act surprised. "...I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Maybe it's whatever kept him alive?&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Maybe. Or it could be something else.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Something else?  Like... what?&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...Nothing, Wright. It's nothing...&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey turns her gaze back to Edgeworth's face, closing her eyes thoughtfully.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright eyes her oddly. Of course, lacking a magatama, he couldn't see &lt;br /&gt;  psyche-locks if he TRIED. He looks back at Edgeworth.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] You know, this is gonna sound really weird coming from me, but you really &lt;br /&gt;  need to stop feeling sorry for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] does it again. Or whatever it is. The machine beeps once more, the &lt;br /&gt;  vitals spike, and during this.. he looks like he's scrunching his face up at something, &lt;br /&gt;  almost as if he's trying to wake up but.. can't.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] !  There he goes again...&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] relaxes once the machine stops. The odd feeling in the room seems to &lt;br /&gt;  have redirected itself by his bed.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...? He might be dreaming something bad, but it seems like he'll be alright. &lt;br /&gt;  After all, he has important people watching over him...&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright has quit IRC (Ping timeout )&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright has joined #theclinics&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ((what'd I miss?))&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] relaxes once the machine stops. The odd feeling in the room seems to &lt;br /&gt;  have redirected itself by his bed.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...? He might be dreaming something bad, but it seems like he'll be alright. &lt;br /&gt;  After all, he has important people watching over him...&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Important... people?&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Us. After all, you're his best friend. And I'm his... *laughs a little* You get &lt;br /&gt;  what I'm saying, right?&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Oh, right.  *nods*&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...there.  Right there.  That's where you really have to be there for him, &lt;br /&gt;  you know?  Shit happens.  It's how you handle yourself in the aftermath that's important &lt;br /&gt;  sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey might be trying to play off the fact that she can vaguely sense someone else here &lt;br /&gt;  also, but isn't going to mention it to Phoenix. "...I know."&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Wright, I intend to stay by his side forever. Even though the difficult days, &lt;br /&gt;  I'll carry the burden for him if I have to.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright blinks. Wow. "That's... wow, Mia. I'm not sure what to say. But... don't &lt;br /&gt;  forget burdens are best carried together. He's not going to want you to beat yourself up &lt;br /&gt;  over something you couldn't prevent. He'll just want you there to help pick him back up."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey isn't sure what to say next or in response, so she just stays quiet.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] And, well... look, you wouldn't want me beating myself up over something I &lt;br /&gt;  couldn't control, right?&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...I keep trying to tell myself otherwise. That I should be blaming Gant and &lt;br /&gt;  Bruno for what happened. But I can't. Part of me wants to take the blame, for not being &lt;br /&gt;  strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] You shouldn't, you know.  This wasn't about strength.  We all could see it &lt;br /&gt;  coming, but nobody could really make a move.  And you did so much for me during this &lt;br /&gt;  that, well, the idea of you thinking you're weak... kinda makes me blink.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Wright, I told you this before, I don't want to argue about that ordeal. Listen, &lt;br /&gt;  you was the one out there making moves. I had to sit back and do nothing. I even got so &lt;br /&gt;  emotionally torn by this incident that I took it out on your alternate.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...my alternate?&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey sighs. "...Don&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey sighs. "Don't ask me about it, Wright."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...I really don't know what to say, Mia.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...You don't have to say anything. I did the wrong thing by getting upset at him &lt;br /&gt;  for no good reason. He was just irritating me, and then I...&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...I'm sure he'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] I don't know. It wasn't his fault, it was my own. I showed him how to spritually &lt;br /&gt;  touch ghosts, and then...something happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] To you?  What?&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Well, I touched Soma's hand and I was able to see his spiritual form. But then, &lt;br /&gt;  my emotions started getting in the way of the contact. I swore that I had a moment where &lt;br /&gt;  I saw a small vision; something from a dream I had.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright listens. She'll talk in her free time, if she wants to, and he suspects at &lt;br /&gt;  this point he'd do better as a listener than as a speaker.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] It was enough to just make me break down, and I lost control of the contact. At &lt;br /&gt;  the same time, Soma had stayed too long out of his body and was forced to pull away as &lt;br /&gt;  well. &lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Your alternate...he asked me if I was alright, and then, I just snapped at him.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...I told him I was weak, and I did feel that way. For allowing my emotions to &lt;br /&gt;  confuse me. &lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Even Li said I was pathetic, and I agreed with him.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Li's grasp of the tactful has always been dubious at best...]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Mia... why do you think we feel emotions?&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...Because it's just something we do? I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] So why are you beating yourself up for feeling emotions?&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] If you just apologize, I'm sure you can set things right fairly quickly.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...To your alternate? Or to myself?&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] To everybody that needs it, really.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] We make stupid mistakes.  The ones who are really bad are the ones who &lt;br /&gt;  don't repent in some way or another...&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright pauses and grows quiet, thinking about something.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey is silent, thinking deeply on what he's said thus far.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Mia... what would you do if you got some clues that might indicate that a &lt;br /&gt;  friend of yours is, um, not as good a person as you thought?&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...Why? Who are you talking about, Wright?&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Um, I'd rather not say... just that some things that popped up during the &lt;br /&gt;  investigation has got me thinking, is all.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Well, this is what I would do. I would look at those negative facts and compare &lt;br /&gt;  them to all the good things I've seen the person do. It would also be best to hear that &lt;br /&gt;  person's explanation also.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [800 negative facts adds up, though...]&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] The thing to do is look over everything, talk to the person, and then draw up &lt;br /&gt;  your own conculsion. Whether that person is a friend or not.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...okay.  I suppose so.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Don't preassume the worst, or the best. Just try to keep an open mind, Wright.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright nods. "Okay. Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...It's no problem, Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [After all, there's no way he could really do something like that, right?]&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey leans back into her chair, crossing both arms over her chest quietly. From first &lt;br /&gt;  looks, it seems like she's getting tired, but still fighting to stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright looks back at Edgeworth. "...boy, I'm telling you, someone must be &lt;br /&gt;  watching out over this guy."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey sighs, closing her eyes. "...Wright. You don't know the half of it."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...you should get some sleep.  You look exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey ignores his obvious statement. "Wright. Do me a favor, will you?"&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey pauses for a moment, before speaking up. "...Think you can go get me some coffee? &lt;br /&gt;  I don't want to fall asleep for a while."&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright blinks, then grins. "Yes ma'am." Oh wow, it's the early days of his &lt;br /&gt;  apprenticeship all over again. He steps out for a bit to find the clinic cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey sighs a bit at his formality. It does make her think of his in-training days as &lt;br /&gt;  well. "Thank you, Phoenix."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey waits until he's gone, then walks over to the bed, closest to where she &lt;br /&gt;  remembered the disturbaces from earlier. "...I don't know if you can hear me but, I &lt;br /&gt;  apologize."&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] moves a little bit. One of his hands loosely clenches at the sheets of &lt;br /&gt;  the bed.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey sighs, not expecting a response, or even a spiritual sign. She turns to look at &lt;br /&gt;  Edgeworth once more. "I'm sorry. I couldn't protect...your son."&lt;br /&gt;* Edgeworth[clinics] doesn't do anything. However, /something/ does.. which might feel like &lt;br /&gt;  a gentle sort of pressure on Mia's right shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey senses that gentle touch, which feels like someone's hand, rest on her shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;  Her eyes close, feeling those first few tears slowly fall from her eyes. "...Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;  Even when I can't watch over him, it's good to know that you're here."&lt;br /&gt;[Edgeworth[clinics]] *The touch, or whatever it is, doesn't last too long, but whatever it &lt;br /&gt;  is is still there. Almost like.. it's staying by her side for a reason.*&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright is coming back with coffee, yeys.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey takes a small breath once she feels the touch leave her shoulder. She still &lt;br /&gt;  stands there motionless, only allowing thos efew tears to exress whatever emotion has &lt;br /&gt;  come over her. She doesn't even notice Nick's return either.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...Mia?&lt;br /&gt;* octopus has quit IRC (Exit:  )&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey stays quiet with eyes still closed. Looks like she isn't moving or reacting to &lt;br /&gt;  him yet.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright sighs a bit, setting down a cup of coffee on a stand near Edgeworth.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey turns away from Wright for a second, if only to regain her calm composure. God, &lt;br /&gt;  she hopes that he didn't see her crying. After a minute, she turns around to face him &lt;br /&gt;  once more, tears quickly wiped away. "...Thanks, Wright."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Um, you're welcome.  Er, do you want me to go?&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey shakes her head lightly. "No...I was just thinking to myself, that's all."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Ah...&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey walks back over to him and sits down, taking up the warm coffee in her hands. In &lt;br /&gt;  all honestly, she knows that this won't even keep her up much longer.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright looks at Edgeworth. "Otto... mentioned something about someone else who'd &lt;br /&gt;  been influenced to do something like what Edgeworth did... is that true?"&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey nods. "...Yes, Georik's friend, Germant. Him and Edgeworth have the same red &lt;br /&gt;  marks on their bodies."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ?!  St. Germant?&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Yes, it was him. I have right reason to believe that Bruno was somehow &lt;br /&gt;  controlling them both by those marks. How though? I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] That... Jesus, I had no idea.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey silently takes a long drink of coffee, before leaning back into the chair once &lt;br /&gt;  more.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Yeah...that's what happened after you left.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...after I left?&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...Well, you was there in the shop, right? And then you headed off to Georik's &lt;br /&gt;  hometown. Timothy mentioned that to us.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright nods. "But I didn't see Germant at all."&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...Germant was in disguise. He was that killer...Whister.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ?!  You're kidding!&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] When Otto and then others defeated Whister, they found out that it was really &lt;br /&gt;  Germant.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] I wouldn't lie to you about it.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Jesus Christ... that guy's a madman.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Yeah, and to think Gant got away as well. Both of them may be back in the future. &lt;br /&gt;  That's why I've decided...&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...Decided?&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey drinks a little more of her coffee, before placing it back down on a nearby &lt;br /&gt;  table. "...I'll tell you later, Phoenix."&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright blinks. "Um, okay."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...you know, they confiscated that pokemon I got.  I hope he's okay...&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey laughs a little. "Wright, you sure know how to keep conversation interesting."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Eh heh... sorry, mind just sort of wandered.  Oh criminy, what if they let &lt;br /&gt;  him out?   THAT'S gonna create some questions.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey might have actually stopped to think about it. Oh great. She's going to grab that &lt;br /&gt;  coffee and finish it off slowly now. "That's not going to be your only problem soon. Maya &lt;br /&gt;  has one of those creatures also."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...oh HELL.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...I watched her buy it in the Nexus.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] And then, I tried proving her wrong. That plan failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright massages the bridge of his nose. "I detect headaches in my future."&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Or some form of injury, whether it be mental or physical. &lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright chuckles a bit. "Maybe I don't give her enough credit. But I just can't &lt;br /&gt;  see this going anywhere, um, sane."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey might be smirking a little. "Perhaps. But then again, when it anything involving &lt;br /&gt;  the Nexus sane."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] True enough.  Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] You're not the only one who got caught with a psychic animal though...&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] I actually knew the little bugger before I got him.  He's, uh, kind of the &lt;br /&gt;  one who warned me about White.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...? Oh really? &lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Hmm...I guess I shouldn't underestimate him then.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Believe me, I don't.  He's a powerful sucker.  Cynthia even brought him &lt;br /&gt;  along to help out with Dracula.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey thinks for a moment. "...Hey Wright, can I ask you something?"&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Hmm?  Go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] What do you think about me...*stops suddenly, frowning just a little* Nevermind, &lt;br /&gt;  it's a stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Oh come on, there's no such thing as stupid questions.  [Unless the judge &lt;br /&gt;  thinks it is...]&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey yawns a little, before turning away from him, trying to get comfortable enough &lt;br /&gt;  for sleep. "Wright, it's a stupid question, I'm telling you the truth."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] *sigh*  Okay.  I'm going to head back now.  I'll see you later.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey sighs a little as well. "...Alright. Wright...what I was going to say. You think &lt;br /&gt;  it's possible for other people to become good at training creatures like Cynthia?&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Hmm?  I don't see why not.  It sounds like it's downright common where she &lt;br /&gt;  comes from.  Are you thinking of, um...&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright gets the most BIZARRE image of Mia throwing out one of those things in &lt;br /&gt;  court. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] No. Absolutely not. It was just a random thought, Wright. Nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] I told you that it was a stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Okay.  [Methinks thou dost protest too much, though.]  I'll see you later, &lt;br /&gt;  then.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey is trying not to laugh at what he's saying. "Sure thing Phoenix. See you later."&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright picks up his bag of stuff and heads out to crash in one of the Sanctuary &lt;br /&gt;  siderooms.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey seems to relax once he's gone, and mages to fall asleep shortly afterwards. Even &lt;br /&gt;  though she was going to try and stay up. Drat.</content>
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    <title>Recovery Post: Guardian Angel</title>
    <published>2007-08-02T05:12:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-03T02:08:26Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was so much pain. The sensation of flying through the air was missed on him entirely, until he collided hard with Bruno, getting the wind knocked out of him as the least of his worries. There was a gunshot, ending with a sharp and intense pain, and spread from the middle of his abdomen. Dazed and confused, he felt himself being pushed, and then another sharp, intense stab of pain, localized around his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurt to breathe. It even hurt to think. And yet.. he wasn't afraid. Even when Mia and Phoenix came over, he was wondering what they looked so upset about. And the concern that settled on his face, noticing that Phoenix was injured. A chiding comment about Phoenix getting himself injured formed in his mind but never reached his lips. The energy needed to actually say those words wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There might have been a good reason for them to be upset. He just couldn't figure out what it was. Maybe it was the blood, as Miles could see a lot of it. Or the noises around him. The pain made it hard to focus on anything else, and eventually he just stopped trying to fight it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't afraid, because, even as he closed his eyes, he knew there was nothing to be afraid of. Everything was going to be fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he awoke, he was in a room. It looked familiar: it wasn't as ornate as his home was, but it certainly struck recognition. Placing it exactly was difficult, but it was just a weird feeling he had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, Miles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles turned quickly at the voice. There was a man on the couch that he was surprised he didn't notice before. He was smiling, sitting there casually, in a way that seemed so &lt;i&gt;normal&lt;/i&gt;. The shock was clear on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..Father?" This was his living room, back when he lived with Gregory. And.. yet there he was, drinking tea, motioning for his son to join him, as if nothing ever happened. Miles wanted to protest, to mention that this was impossible, that Gregory was dead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never occured to him that he might be, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I made some tea for us. Would you like some?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles wanted to join him, he really did, but.. "What are you doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregory looked over at him with a moment of concern, before pouring a cup for his son anyway. "What do you mean? I never left, Miles." He pauses, and looks over to him once more. "Is something wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question repeated itself over and over in his mind. Something &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; wrong, but he didn't understand what it was. It nagged at him, and yet he found himself walking to the couch, taking a seat next to his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregory looked at Miles with a small smile, before he laughed a little. The expression on his son's face was so odd, so &lt;i&gt;confused&lt;/i&gt;, he couldn't help it. It was a light, good natured laugh, as he handed Miles' cup to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're.. supposed to be dead." He mumbled dumbly, taking the cup from him and staring at the tea inside. It was something he hated thinking about, and yet somehow it was always on his mind. Verbalizing it seemed so rude, as if he was only thinking of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile left his father's face, and he sipped on his own tea, filling the room with momentary silence before the tea cup was sent down with a soft &lt;i&gt;clink&lt;/i&gt;. "I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles tightened his grip on his cup a little. "So then, I'm.." The realization hit him, finally, although his emotions were confusing. He felt a little sad, but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are not dead, Miles. You just got injured.." Gregory's face flickered with concern again as he watched his son's face, reaching over to gently set his hand on his shoulder. "You were shot in the chest, but thankfully, you survived it.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His father's touch felt so.. &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt;. It stirred up unsettled emotions long buried within his chest. Miles felt like crying, something he hadn't wanted to do in a long while. He trembled, setting the cup down and staring at his hands. "It's.. not fair. I don't.. want to leave you, now that.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...You have to, Miles. It isn't your time to die.." Seeing his son and the conflict on his face, he reached over and pulled the prosecutor into a gentle embrace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But it's not &lt;i&gt;fair&lt;/i&gt;! Why does something kill &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; and yet..." Miles bit onto his lip, and squeezed his eyes shut, returning the hug with a clingy one of his own. The words were there, it was just hard to say. Why was he allowed to live while his father died of the &lt;i&gt;same&lt;/i&gt; thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregory gently rubbed his hand against Miles' back. "Shhh.. Miles, it's okay.. You have people who need you.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia and Phoenix. The two most important people to him. Concern nagged at him, and he wondered how they were doing. If he stayed with his father, he would miss them terribly. "But.. but I.." That didn't change the fact that he missed his father, and being here right now with him, even if it wasn't real, was making him very selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just continue to be strong for me, Miles." Every time he heard Gregory say his name, his &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; name, the prosecutor felt more and more like the scared little child he tried to forget about so long ago. "I'm so proud of you, I always have been. You have no reason to doubt that."</content>
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    <title>Gant Plot: Day 2.5 - Final Confrontation</title>
    <published>2007-08-01T12:37:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-01T17:45:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Bruno_Glening comes down the stairs again, carrying a tray, time for the final experiment &lt;br /&gt;  - he was smiling from ear to ear, these things were working better then expected!&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth tries not to twitch as he hears the footsteps. These past few days have &lt;br /&gt;  not been good to him. He's all jittery and stressed from drugs and lack of sleep. He kind &lt;br /&gt;  of glowers at Bruno, trying to look more awake than he felt, once the other man's outline &lt;br /&gt;  comes into focus.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] Ah goooood afternoon, have you slept well?&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is going to try not saying anything at all. He's actually lacking the &lt;br /&gt;  energy to argue right now, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] Since things are progressing so well, I got a little something special for &lt;br /&gt;  you.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth obviously can't keep his mouth shut for /too/ long anyway. "..oh really."&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening nods vigorously. "Oh don't worry, it'll make the pain go away, hmmm."&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth scowls again and looks to the ceiling. "Wonderful."&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening leans over Edgeworth, and starts to unbutton his shirt. "Now just hold &lt;br /&gt;  still."&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth widens his eyes and struggles again, uselessly. "...What are you doing? &lt;br /&gt;  Stop that!"&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening reaches up, and smacks Edgeworth. "Be still."&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is smacked, and just keeps his head to the side for a moment, before he &lt;br /&gt;  tries to pull his arms out, gritting his teeth and glaring. "Don't you dare touch me." A &lt;br /&gt;  tired, idle threat, but one nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening removes a bottle of red ink, and a brush.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] *and is blithly ignoring Edgeworth as he drew embelms on him* You need to &lt;br /&gt;  excerise more, Edgeworth.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth stops struggling, and just.. kind of stares at him. There really isn't &lt;br /&gt;  much that he can think of to say to that. "I really do not have the time..." [What the &lt;br /&gt;  hell is he doing?]&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] Pity, I shall make a correction to that. *He gets up, and giggles, &lt;br /&gt;  murmuring something in another language under his breath, before addressing the man &lt;br /&gt;  again. "I am learned in many things other then medicine."&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth might have actually paled, if he wasn't already as white as they come. &lt;br /&gt;  "...What?" He struggles again, for good measure. That doesn't sound good at all..&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant has joined #geutrink&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth nngs a bit, and struggles again.. just a bit.. and then he sort of.. &lt;br /&gt;  stops. And just sits there.&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant hums a bit, making his presence known as he walks down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] Now listen to me closely, *he smiled* Your little friends will arrive,&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] *he removes a gun - borrowed from Damon - they are so fascinating and &lt;br /&gt;  deadly!* Do give them a proper greeting for me, will you pet?&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant stops at the bottom, and watches.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...I understand.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening buttons up the shirt, and loosens the bindings so Edgeworth can break free, &lt;br /&gt;  and he conceals the gun, again with in reach. "Peeerfect!"&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant walks over closer, rather intrigued.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] He'll do the job for us, perfect irony, don't you think Damon?&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant grins. And then he laughs. "Simply wonderful, Gleny!"&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] And to think it works on someone with an actual backbone!&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth says nothing. He sits there, calmly, and rubs his wrists. They were kinda &lt;br /&gt;  sore from being tied up for so long.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] Now for a final test.&lt;br /&gt;[Damon_Gant] Oh, good.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening removes a vial of crystalline red liquid from his coat pocket.&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant is excited.&lt;br /&gt;[Damon_Gant] Oh, what is that?&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant is like a child on Christmas with this.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening uncorks it. "We'll see how this turns out, now open wide edgeworth."&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth does so, nice and obediently.&lt;br /&gt;[Damon_Gant] Ohhh... if only I had this while I was chief..&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant remarks to how nice and behaved Edgeworth is now.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] You might get it still, depend on how well... *he pours a little down the &lt;br /&gt;  lawyer's throat* Swallow.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth does so. It might have tasted terrible, but he shows no signs of anything &lt;br /&gt;  on his face.&lt;br /&gt;[Damon_Gant] What is that one for?&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant is totally fanboying over Glening and his evilness.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] The Elixir of Life in layman's terms.&lt;br /&gt;[Damon_Gant] Oooh.. such an intriguing name.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth sits there, hands patiently on his lap. His eyes are staring at the &lt;br /&gt;  staircase blankly, waiting.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] It does as the name suggests&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] But I shall explain back in much better places.&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant adjusts his glasses, and watches Edgeworth, fascination still present on his &lt;br /&gt;  face. "...Of course. I would love to hear all about it." Excitement indeed.&lt;br /&gt;* octopus has joined #geutrink&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening leads Bruno out to a small lab he had set up elsewheres.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] (Damon, gah)&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant follows after, trying not to skip too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Geutrink was probably a nice, if boring little village once upon a time. But now all remains is ashes, dust, and piles of stone and charred wood.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright arrives. He looks around, gathering his coat around him as he takes in his &lt;br /&gt;  surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Okay.  Well.  This isn't so bad, is it?  You're only in the burned &lt;br /&gt;  remains of a town, looking for two madmen and your friend who may not even be alive, and &lt;br /&gt;  without a weapon on you.  No pressure.]&lt;br /&gt;* Geutrink is about big enough for roughly a 100 families or more, with woods surrounding &lt;br /&gt;  this former shell of a town which too are showing signs of the ravages of fire, there &lt;br /&gt;  seemed to have beem a hedge wall around the village, judging from the stumpy remains on &lt;br /&gt;  the ground. A wrong movement will belie a more gruesome discovery, of a bone fragment &lt;br /&gt;  that is kicked up by movement&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright blinks and looks down, then gahs and backs up a bit. [Oh, and that makes &lt;br /&gt;  things better. No, really. I'm ready to party now.]&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright looks around. [800... like the label on that package Thomas sent to &lt;br /&gt;  Georik. And Georik's sister... what's the connection? ...wait, why am I thinking about &lt;br /&gt;  this? I have more important things to do.]&lt;br /&gt;* Geutrink there stone walls in the distance, of either a town hall or a manor judging from &lt;br /&gt;  the segement that is standing freely.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [*sigh*  There's bound to be a complete building somewhere around here, &lt;br /&gt;  and that's probably where they're camped out.  With a trap, no doubt... I just hope I can &lt;br /&gt;  play for time long enough for the others to arrive...]&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright begins trudging towards those walls as a direction to go more than &lt;br /&gt;  anything.&lt;br /&gt;* Geutrink 's manor seemed to have been very nice before it's destruction, from the bits of &lt;br /&gt;  fallen, cracked marble, and charred thorny branches of rose bushes, and some burnt but &lt;br /&gt;  not destroyed remains of books and tapestries, there is a blackened but intact cellar &lt;br /&gt;  door if he is careful in searching the rubble&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Not much here... wait, is that...?] *looks for signs of disturbance*&lt;br /&gt;* Geutrink 's path seems to have signs of being covered up on good examination.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Too thorough to be natural... maybe this is it.] *clears the area around &lt;br /&gt;  the door some*&lt;br /&gt;[Geutrink] *it's a door that seen recent use.&lt;br /&gt;[Geutrink] *do you open the door?*&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright frowns. He looks to see if there's anything usable as a decent club or &lt;br /&gt;  something. It won't be much, but it'll be SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;[Geutrink] *there's some heavy rocks, and a piece of iron from a trellis.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright snags the iron, then carefully opens the door, keeping it at ready. &lt;br /&gt;  Butterflies in the stomach like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth has been sitting there, staring at the stairs this whole time. When he &lt;br /&gt;  hears the door open, he slowly stands up. "..." And he waits again.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ?!&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright thought he heard something? Begins moving down the stairs veeeeery &lt;br /&gt;  carefully.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is just standing there. The room is lit only by a flickering lantern on &lt;br /&gt;  one of the tables. He reaches for his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] !  Edgeworth?  Edgeworth, is... is that you?  You got free?&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright lowers the iron. [He's alive... thank God...]&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth says nothing, right away. And removes what is in his pocket. A nice &lt;br /&gt;  little handgun.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...You are supposed to be in prison.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth sounds very.. well.. inhuman, really.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright 's voice catches in his throat. "Edgeworth?" Gun... why does he have a gun?&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth responds by pointing the gun in Phoenix's direction.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] !  Edgeworth, what're you doing?!  It's me, Phoenix!  I know you know!&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth smirks at that. It's such a creepy expression, intensified by the &lt;br /&gt;  flickering of fire. He clicks the safety off. "...Thanks for playing." And the gun is &lt;br /&gt;  fired.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening perks up in his lab. "Aaah, I see he caught our intruder."&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright feels a sharp sting in his arm. He grabs it, hissing, and begins ducking &lt;br /&gt;  back out the way he came. [Shit, shit, shit... what did they DO to him? Why is he... &lt;br /&gt;  Gotta get away, NOW!]&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant chuckles a bit, and cleans off his little pink sunglasses. "Splendid!"&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is going to follow, although he's not going to run. Phoenix has nowhere &lt;br /&gt;  to hide, really. Why should he waste his energy?&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] Let's see. *he moves towards the door from the little lab in the shack, and &lt;br /&gt;  towards the cellar.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright trips as he gets to the top of the stairs, falling onto his rear. He &lt;br /&gt;  begins to push himself away from the edge, pain surging from a spot in the middle of his &lt;br /&gt;  right forearm&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant follows after eagerly.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth reaches the bottom of the stairs, points upward with the gun again, and &lt;br /&gt;  fires, barely missing Phoenix. ...Drat. He starts climbing the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright winces. "Edgeworth! EDGEWORTH! Stop, please! I know you're still in there &lt;br /&gt;  somewhere! Please, don't!"&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] Oh this is so exciting, I haven't seen them in action.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright looks for suitable shelter. A wall, or SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening is walking through the forest edge towards the gunshot noises.&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant clasps his hands together. "You invented this on your own? You are truly &lt;br /&gt;  amazing, Glenny!"&lt;br /&gt;* octopus PINned in around where Phoenix first did, bringing Georik with him.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey appears next to Georik and Otto, having PIN'd out with them also.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is totally blank expressionally, although the faintest twinge of &lt;br /&gt;  annoyance ticks on his face. And fires again. "Stop running away!&lt;br /&gt;* Georik looks around the village as he was PINNED in, paling noticably, he covered his &lt;br /&gt;  ears with his hands and shook it repeatedly, as if trying to get something off his back. &lt;br /&gt;  "Nh... let's go find them -!" He starts at the gunshot.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright ducks behind a wall, and feels a chip of stone nick his face. "Stop it! &lt;br /&gt;  What did they DO to you?!"&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] !! Shit... this way!&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant follows after Bruno. Granted, his outfit choice doesn't help hide him very &lt;br /&gt;  well, but he's not missing this at /all/.&lt;br /&gt;* octopus gestures with an actuator, then goes stomping off towards the source of the noise.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is still approaching the wall. "Come out, Phoenix. The game is over. You &lt;br /&gt;  lost."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Damnit, they did something to him...]&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening runs towards the noise.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey follows Otto quickly, not wanting to get left behind here.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright looks at the piece of iron in his hand, and gets an idea. He attempts to &lt;br /&gt;  roll it in the direction of Edgeworth. Trip attempt roll 1d20. ]_]&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] What the hell is going on...? *He winced as he nearly tripped over a bloody &lt;br /&gt;  makeshift cross, and violently kicks it away before he scrambled up and after.&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant runs, as well. But he's not as fast as Bruno. Nor as fit.&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] ((yeah, but he doesn't have two wooden legs.))&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth trips and falls. And hits the dirt. And stays there for a moment, before &lt;br /&gt;  he pushes himself up. Great, now he looks /pissed/. He pushes himself up and /runs/ at &lt;br /&gt;  the wall.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Well, that wasn't one of my brighter ideas...]&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright begins to bolt as well. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey doesn't look back at Georik, but tries to answer his question while moving. "...I &lt;br /&gt;  don't know, but it doesn't sound good, whatever's going on."&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening laughs - it's a loud, distinctive chortling that carries well. "Oh my, this &lt;br /&gt;  is too good."&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth stands out against the rubble. Silver haired guy wearing magenta pants &lt;br /&gt;  and a white shirt, firing a gun.. while he runs after Phoenix. Aim's a bit terrible for &lt;br /&gt;  the next shot.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright is weaving, and can probably be seen ducking out of the remains of a large &lt;br /&gt;  building at this point. He's clamped his left hand around his right arm. Somewhere in the &lt;br /&gt;  run, he lost his hat -- which had become some sort of atrocious light-blue wide-brimmed &lt;br /&gt;  deal -- and is pretty easily identified.&lt;br /&gt;* octopus sees the muzzle-flash before he sees its source, and its apparent target. Without &lt;br /&gt;  thinking, he vaults up onto his robotic arms and charges at Edgeworth.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] Phoenix!&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ?!  Georik!  Otto!&lt;br /&gt;* Georik moves to get between Phoenix and...? "Edgeworth?!"&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] Aaah... Look whose here.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is so set on killing Phoenix right now he misses the hat entirely, and &lt;br /&gt;  keeps running right after the other lawyer. When he calls to the others, taking that as a &lt;br /&gt;  distraction, he fires again.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright feels another shot graze his left side. He cries out and falls.&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant grins. "Now this should get /really/ exciting."&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening cackles. "Friend against friend, what a -terrible tragedy- no playwright &lt;br /&gt;  could make a scene this beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] ...dammit!&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth keeps running! And doesn't stop until he's towering over Phoenix. His &lt;br /&gt;  face is a little pink from running, yet he stands, deadpan as ever, and points the gun &lt;br /&gt;  down at him.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright stares up at him, wide-eyed and scared. "Edgeworth... Edgeworth, please, &lt;br /&gt;  snap out of it..."&lt;br /&gt;* octopus cuts the distance with the greatest of ease, sending one of his actuators &lt;br /&gt;  whistling down at Edgeworth's chest with the force of a piledriver.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey is already runnning towards Edgeworth, much as she probably shouldn't be. After &lt;br /&gt;  all, he is holding a gun and shooting to kill. "...Miles! Stop it!"&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [!  Mia!]&lt;br /&gt;* Georik moves to catch his friend. "Bruno you bastard! I know you are here, come out!"&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth hesitates again, although his eyes narrow, and he's just about to pull &lt;br /&gt;  the trigger when he's slammed into with an actuator. He gets knocked backwards and hits &lt;br /&gt;  the ground hard.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth also loses his gun in the process. Only a few seconds pass before he &lt;br /&gt;  seems to recover, somehow, and runs to reclaim his gun.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright winces, but rushes to grab the gun himself.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening steps out from behind a tree with great arrogance.&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant follows after, tugging on that stray clump of hair.&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] !!&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] A den of fools clamoring over a grave - good work in finding your tombs!&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is /determined/ to get that gun first. He'll even try to push Phoenix &lt;br /&gt;  aside so he can get it before he can.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright winces as pain shoots through, but he's not about to let Edgeworth get &lt;br /&gt;  that thing while he's in that state. He attempts to push back. This HURTS.&lt;br /&gt;* octopus is a bit horrified to see Edgey still /moving/ after being winded by one of his &lt;br /&gt;  tentacles, but he persists, snapping his actuator out to grab Edgeworth and fling him &lt;br /&gt;  through the air like a sack of potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;* Georik moves to rush at Glening, blade drawn.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening reaches into his pocket. "Zaberisk..."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey tries to get to Edgeworth before Otto's tentacles do, because she dead determined &lt;br /&gt;  to stop him herself. Or at least try. "Otto...stop...let me go after Edgeworth..."&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening cried out as the blade ran through him - but at the same time another shot &lt;br /&gt;  rang out - Glening is holding a pistol.&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] ...ngh.. get down, Mia!&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] Ga...ga - *he slumps - stunned by the pain, revealing that Bruno is fully impaled &lt;br /&gt;  through the stomach*&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] !!&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] GEORIK!&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] Damn... *he reaches down, and goes to jerk the weapon right out* It'll take &lt;br /&gt;  weeks to regenerate!&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] No! I will not! I'll stop him myself.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening wonders were Gant is as he tossed the sword aside, seemingly unaffected by &lt;br /&gt;  the gaping hole in his gut.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth stumbles a bit at being shoved back, although he dives for the gun &lt;br /&gt;  anyway. He hits the dirt and aims to grab the gun.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright attempts to as well! Gun struggle?&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant is standing there, although he sort of ran to hide behind a tree, seeing as &lt;br /&gt;  how he's useless against a sword right now. "..Glenny! Oh my.. are you alright?"&lt;br /&gt;* Georik is curled up, coughing wetly, but too stunned to move.&lt;br /&gt;* octopus grabs Edgeworth and lifts him off the ground by the shoulder, metal talons &lt;br /&gt;  digging in through his clothing.&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] I don't know if you're a homunculus or just under someone's control, and I don't &lt;br /&gt;  care.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is going to glare rather hatefully at Phoenix during this struggle, as he &lt;br /&gt;  pulls on the gun.. and gets talons for his effort. He hisses, narrows his eyes further, &lt;br /&gt;  and will let go of the gun.. to aim a punch at Phoenix with his free hand.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] I'm fine, Nothing can kill me. *he aims a gun at the next person possible, &lt;br /&gt;  possibly Mia*&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright can has punch. Fuggin' OW. He falls back, stunned.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] mi...wat- *He's trying to get up*&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] It's time for you all to die. &lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey is about to run towards Miles, but turns around, only to see that gun trained on &lt;br /&gt;  her. "..."&lt;br /&gt;* octopus decides to use Edgeworth as a projectile, and flings him at Glening.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright sees an Edgeworth flying overhead?&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is just about to grab the gun when he goes flying! Whee!&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening is knocked clear off balanced, and BANG!&lt;br /&gt;* Georik crawls towards Gant. [Mephistopheles - please... just this once]&lt;br /&gt;[Damon_Gant] !!&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant runs to see if Bruno is alright.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright slowly gets himself up again, this time grabbing the gun, damnit.&lt;br /&gt;* octopus follows, hissing as a bullet whizzes past his head, and bares down on Glening, &lt;br /&gt;  arms drawn.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening kicks Edgeworth off, gritting in pain as he fired another shot, at &lt;br /&gt;  Edgeworth this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth hits the ground, or rather.. Bruno.. hard. And the shot.. and he gasps a &lt;br /&gt;  bit, and.. doesn't move. Well damn, that hurt. As if the throw wasn't bad enough..&lt;br /&gt;* Georik yanks at Gant's foot. "Go into the inferno."&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] ...monster!&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright looks over at the melee.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] I've been called worse by more ignorant beings, *He moves to point the gun &lt;br /&gt;  at Otto* As you can see, you cannot kill me.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey just watches, a little shocked at what just happened. She doesn't stay that way &lt;br /&gt;  for long though, running over to Miles, in some attempt to stop him from getting back up.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright would help, but KINDA HURTING HERE. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] *showing about 0% interest or concern for Edgeworth's well-being, Ock devotes his &lt;br /&gt;  energy to grabbing Bruno by the arms, effectively restraining him.*&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth isn't getting up, though. In fact.. he's just kind of.. staring upward &lt;br /&gt;  now. The growing red mark on the front of his shirt seems to imply where the bullet went.&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant glares at Georik and will try to step on his hand. "Let go of me!"&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] I am forbidden to kill, so that won't be a problem for me.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] Too bad. *he clicks... and freezes* he's here?&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] No, he wants to - *coughs up blood* drag you down... personally.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright slowly gets up, trying to make his way over to where everybody else is. &lt;br /&gt;  He's not sure what to give his attention to -- Edgeworth, or Otto, or... what the hell is &lt;br /&gt;  Georik saying?&lt;br /&gt;* octopus lowers himself to the ground and attempts to bend Bruno's arms in ways that human &lt;br /&gt;  arms were not meant to bend.&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant will try to kick Georik in the face, then. Gotta get your point across somehow.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey is at least grateful that he isn't trying to move, but knows that he's probably &lt;br /&gt;  not doing well after getting shot. She kneels down next to him, both arms goin gon his &lt;br /&gt;  chest. "...Miles!"&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Oh God oh God oh God, I've gotten my friends killed, oh God...]&lt;br /&gt;* Georik jerks back, kicked, but the hold remains - Gant may see something demonic over &lt;br /&gt;  Georik's form.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening cries out as he was grappled, and arms bent - a red vial falls from his &lt;br /&gt;  pocket as his bones twisted and snapped.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth looks like he was shot very close to where Mia's arms are. He blinks, and &lt;br /&gt;  stares at Mia a moment. There is confusion there, for a moment. "...Mia.. what are... you &lt;br /&gt;  doing here?" Suddenly, it's painful to talk.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright winces and looks away.&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant widens his eyes at Georik's expression, and shall try to dive for the vial &lt;br /&gt;  that fell. Forget saving Bruno, he needs to save himself first.&lt;br /&gt;* Georik lets go with a strange smirk on his lips.&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] ...... *with a deadpan, almost sad expression on his face, Ock pulls Glening to &lt;br /&gt;  the ground, pinning him there with one of his heavier, taloned arms.  He either doesn't &lt;br /&gt;  notice the vial, or doesn't care enough at the moment.*&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] You god damn freak -! *he howled*&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey shakes her head lightly, trying to fight back any sort of tears or crying fits. &lt;br /&gt;  "I came here to help you. Just stay still and don't talk because...you can't die on me &lt;br /&gt;  yet."&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright chooses to make his way over to where Mia and Edgeworth are, finally. &lt;br /&gt;  "E...Edgeworth?"&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] Silence.&lt;br /&gt;* Georik gets up - he's been shot in the uppertorso, but somehow managed to avoid organs, &lt;br /&gt;  but he's coughing up blood.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] [so dizzy...] &lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth turns his head and coughs a bit, too. Yay, blood. Not pretty, really. He &lt;br /&gt;  lolls his head over to Phoenix, and gives him a blank stare now. "..Wright.. what.." He &lt;br /&gt;  winces, and lightly sets a hand on his chest.&lt;br /&gt;* octopus clamps an actuator around Glening's throat, and looks around for a place to stash &lt;br /&gt;  him as he goes to check on Georik, dragging the court physician behind him.&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] Georik.... don't stand.&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant grabs the vial and PINs out, running like a coward.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening glares balefully at Otto, not realizing that his vial is missing, he's &lt;br /&gt;  wheezing from trying to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] Kill that... *he falls to his knees, shivering* How are they?&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] ..still alive.  Phoenix and Mia still have PINpoints.... take mine, and go to the &lt;br /&gt;  Clinics.  Now.&lt;br /&gt;* octopus hands his own PINpoint over to the faltering Georik.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Edgeworth... Edgeworth, no... If i'd just been...&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey occasionally glances up at Wright, but mainly keeps her gaze on Edgeworth. &lt;br /&gt;  "Wright...don't blame yourself..."&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright is fighting to hold back tears. "You can't die... you just... I came all &lt;br /&gt;  this way... please..."&lt;br /&gt;* Georik holds the PINpoint, looking at the others. "I'm fin..." and he collasped, &lt;br /&gt;  accidentally hitting the button for the clinics.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is going to move one of his hands, the one without the new shoulder &lt;br /&gt;  injury, and set it gently on one of Mia's. He coughs again, and seems to be having a &lt;br /&gt;  great difficulty in breathing. "I'm.. sorry." He gives Mia's hand a weak squeeze and &lt;br /&gt;  looks over at Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] Letmego.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] *PINs out*&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] No... no it's not... I came within three days, I did, you can't...&lt;br /&gt;* octopus looks down at Glening. "You know that I can't do that. You've caused massive &lt;br /&gt;  amounts of trouble for my friends... probably killed at least one of them..."&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] You are an immortal, you say?  I can think of countless individuals who would &lt;br /&gt;  enjoy having a test subject who never dies in their possession.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey gently holds onto his hand, but manages to keep her eyes on Wright this time. &lt;br /&gt;  "...We have to get him out of here. Otherwise..." She doesn't want to say it, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright nods frantically. He drops the gun -- quite thankfully, honestly -- and &lt;br /&gt;  begins fumbling for his PIN -- not an easy task left-handed.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey reaches into her pocket with a free hand and offers Wright her PINPoint. "Give &lt;br /&gt;  Otto yours and use mine."&lt;br /&gt;* octopus looks back at Mia. "....that young man was being compelled to kill, by the sounds &lt;br /&gt;  of it... and so was Edgeworth. Do you think that this wretch could have been responsible &lt;br /&gt;  for brainwashing them?"&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] *he indicates Glening, who he's still holding by the neck*&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Compelled... to kill?  What?&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth seems to miss everything Phoenix says, as his eyes trail off to where &lt;br /&gt;  Phoenix is bleeding. "You.. are hurt..." He weakly tries to reach for Phoenix with his &lt;br /&gt;  injured arm, but doesn't have the energy for it, and it falls to the ground again. He &lt;br /&gt;  turns his head and looks up at Mia, managing a weak smile. "I.. love you.. Mia.." And he &lt;br /&gt;  closes his eyes.. and relaxes his grip on Mia's hand.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Edgeworth?  EDGEWORTH, NOOO!&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] The elixir seemed to have failed to work. *wheeze*&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey freezes up when she feels his grip weaken. "Miles! Miles, don't you dare do this &lt;br /&gt;  to me! You're not going to die on me..."&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright has lost the battle with tears, now flowing freely down his face. It &lt;br /&gt;  wasn't fair, it wasn't... all this... why...&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] ... I don't suppose you can answer me, Glening?&lt;br /&gt;* octopus looks down at the man with a sour expression on his face.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] Philosopher's stone. *He says this in a very manner of fact time*&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] I don't really care about alchemy.  I want to know if you were the one who put &lt;br /&gt;  the geas on St Germant and Edgeworth.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] You should know the legend. *his arms are slowly pushing back into place* &lt;br /&gt;  And if I did?&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] Then I would know the truth about both of them.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright grips Edgeworth's free wrist, willing life into him. He can't... he can't &lt;br /&gt;  lose another of his motivating figures...&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth feels very warm, for a dead guy. He also has a bit of a pulse, still. But &lt;br /&gt;  that shot was fatal, wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...?&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] You'll have to figure out how to remove it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...pulse... he has a pulse!&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey just keeps holding onto Miles' hand, as if praying to herself for him to wake up &lt;br /&gt;  and be alright, and wait...he really is still alive. "...? He's alive..."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] We've gotta get him to the clinics... Mia, take him there, I'll take &lt;br /&gt;  Otto... Nggh!  [Oh yeah, wounds.  Ow.]&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Wright, you're coming with me as well. Dont play hero here, leave your PIN behind &lt;br /&gt;  and let's go together."&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright nods, barely manages to fumble the PIN out so it's on the ground, and &lt;br /&gt;  takes hold of Mia's arm.&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] ...hmph.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] Now let me go, Barbarian&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth certainly /looks/ like a dead guy, even if he really isn't one.&lt;br /&gt;* octopus looks down at Glening, considering him. "If I let you go, what will you do? &lt;br /&gt;  You've revealed quite a few sensitive details in the presence of your subordinate...."&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey nods, before pulling out her PIN, setting the coordinates for the Clinics. She &lt;br /&gt;  doesn't wait another second, before PINning the three of them out.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] He will no longer have a place here.&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] ...then it looks like I can't let you stay, either.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] -What?!&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] I demand you to let me go.&lt;br /&gt;* octopus regards Bruno stoically. "I consider Georik Zaberisk a friend. If you're going to &lt;br /&gt;  continue terrorizing him and plotting against him, then I have no choice but to take you &lt;br /&gt;  away from this world."&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] And what do you suggest? *he knew being yanked from his world will ruin his &lt;br /&gt;  centuries long plot of revenge*&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] Immortality is only a boon if you have the physical power or followers to &lt;br /&gt;  guarantee your safety.  How painful do you imagine it will be to spend the rest of time &lt;br /&gt;  impaled on a spike in an underground chamber... or walled up and in chains, like &lt;br /&gt;  Fortunato?&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening growls softly, he know the man got him, and his arms are too mangled to &lt;br /&gt;  grab his PINpoint&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] *an unpleasant grin is creeping its way across Otto's face.*  You know that I'm &lt;br /&gt;  not joshing you, Bruno.  Georik has enough problems without having to deal with even more &lt;br /&gt;  garbage from you, and as far as I'm concerned, you can suffer for eternity if it &lt;br /&gt;  conveniences him.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening grumble. "And what do you want me to do?"&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] I want you to do your job... and to let him do his.  I don't care if you're just &lt;br /&gt;  a sadist, or if you have some master plan, I just want my friend to be able to live a &lt;br /&gt;  normal life, without people like you hanging swords over his head.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] Fine.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] [so close to Mephistopheles]&lt;br /&gt;* octopus looks up at the sky, sighing a bit. "It's lonely sometimes, being a criminal &lt;br /&gt;  mastermind. Having to balance the temptation of evil with the better angels of one's &lt;br /&gt;  nature."&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening listens to Otto, wondering what he's babbling on about.&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] The others will probably never know just how much fun I get out of hurting &lt;br /&gt;  people, manipulating them like toys.&lt;br /&gt;* octopus reaches out with a tentacle, grabbing the PINpoint that Phoenix left behind. "I &lt;br /&gt;  am not a good man, Mr. Glening... and I am known to be paranoid."&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] If I so much as suspect that you are interfering with my friend's life, I will &lt;br /&gt;  return here, to this country.  I will find you, and I will make good on my promise to see &lt;br /&gt;  you suffer, centuries after I have been granted the mercy of death.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening gritted his teeth. "I'll leave Zaberisk be."&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] hnn hnn hnn.....for your sake, I hope you're not a liar, Bruno.&lt;br /&gt;* octopus PINs out.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening drops down, cursing everyone.</content>
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    <title>Gant Plot: Day 2 Investigations</title>
    <published>2007-08-01T12:35:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-01T17:24:05Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">((OOC: Okay! Thanks to the awesome that is Sati, all I need is the second half of the Whistler log. If anyone has it, please let me know. ^^ Much appreciation! &amp;lt;3 ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Soma is in the yard, and ignoring the creepy smiling moon overhead.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey is uninterested in the moon right now. "I'm sorry to bother you like this, but &lt;br /&gt;  it's important. I have a problem that I can't solve, and you're the first person I saw."&lt;br /&gt;[Soma] It's okay, if it's about Phoenix and Edgeworth, I'm ready to help anytime.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey sighs "...I guess everyone is finding out about it now."&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Anyways, I have a riddle that needs solving: Solid piece of night, Claimed by one &lt;br /&gt;  who turned from light, Embracing darkness.&lt;br /&gt;[Soma] ...Solid piece of night? Probably refers to something dark... solid, &lt;br /&gt;[Soma] Maybe a stone of some kind?&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Perhaps, does this riddle make you think of anyone also?&lt;br /&gt;[Soma] Obsidian, Onyx, Jet... turned from light to darkness, &lt;br /&gt;[Soma] Someone that obviously isn't on the straight and narrow - and has reason to stay with &lt;br /&gt;  the darker forcers.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] So it's a person who turned their back on good, to be evil? From the light to the &lt;br /&gt;  dark?&lt;br /&gt;[Soma] Perhaps not nessecarily evil, but has reason to deal with such things.&lt;br /&gt;[Soma] and I'm guessing they're in possession of the dark stone.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...Well, it's better than what I could come up with.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey pulls out her PINPoint and starts writing up a text message. "...I hope this &lt;br /&gt;  works."&lt;br /&gt;[Soma] Trick is - who? that last line could refer to several people, even myself - though &lt;br /&gt;  obviously in a very vague context.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey stops suddenly. "...You're right."&lt;br /&gt;[Soma] ... but I don't have anything like what the first line suggest.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Know anyone who might? I'll take any suggestions right now.&lt;br /&gt;[Soma] Hmmm... I guessing it would be someone Phoenix would know.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Well...I'll ask him. &lt;br /&gt;* Soma pace, and looks up. "Same as you." He muttered at the damn smiling moon.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey starts sending text messages to another person, but is still watching Soma &lt;br /&gt;  occasionally. "...It's creepy, I know."&lt;br /&gt;* Soma isn't going to mention it's falling.&lt;br /&gt;[Soma] Anything so far?&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey looks up from the PINPoint for a moment with a slightly worried expression on her &lt;br /&gt;  face. "Wright knows who it is..."&lt;br /&gt;[Soma] So who?&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...He mentioned Georik's name to me.&lt;br /&gt;[Soma] Georik... hm, there is something odd about him, I just couldn't quite put my finger &lt;br /&gt;  on it.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Regardless, I'm going to go back into the Sanctuary and drag him out here. He &lt;br /&gt;  holds the answers I want...in order to help Phoenix and Edgeworth.&lt;br /&gt;[Soma] Good luck.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Soma...Thank you for everything so far. It's helped.&lt;br /&gt;[Soma] Glad to hear it. *rubs his shoulder*&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey heads back into the Sanctuary.&lt;br /&gt;* Georik has joined #theyard&lt;br /&gt;* Georik enters. "...What in the blazes is with the moon?"&lt;br /&gt;* octopus has joined #theyard&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey sighs, before crossing both arms over her chest. "It's not important right now. I &lt;br /&gt;  need to ask you something, Georik."&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] Yes?&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Tell me something...what do you know about dark stones?&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] Well some have different properties assigned to them, Onyx supposedly wards off &lt;br /&gt;  evil - why?&lt;br /&gt;* Georik gives Fey a rather funny look.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey tries to keep her facial expressions to a minimum. "...Do you possess or did you &lt;br /&gt;  give someone a dark stone? Something similar to onyx?"&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] How did you know?&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] I found out from someone. &lt;br /&gt;[Georik] I did received an Onyx.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Where did you receive it?&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] At my study, I had brought the package here...&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] Why do you ask?&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...I'm glad that you're giving me all these answers willingly. One more thing; who &lt;br /&gt;  gave you the stone?&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] [though I'm starting to suspect...]&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] I just found it in my study one day, and the way it was addressed to me is not in a &lt;br /&gt;  manner that anyone I know would write such a note.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] You're telling me the truth, right?&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] I am. &lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Stay right here then. I might need to ask you some more questions in the future.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] ...?&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey pulls out a PINpoint and starts sending someone a text message or two.&lt;br /&gt;* Georik watches her.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] Well?&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey puts away her PINPoint and looks over at him. "...That stone has something to do &lt;br /&gt;  with the mess Wright is in."&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] ...How? &lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Wright has been doing some footwork with a set of riddles, trying to get leads on &lt;br /&gt;  where Edgeworth might be. One of those puzzles mentioned the stone.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] ...Ah! But the only ones who knew is Phoenix, Otto, St. Germant, myself, and &lt;br /&gt;  Timothy.&lt;br /&gt;* Georik looks alarmed.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey catches sight of his expression, getting slightly worried now. "...Well, unless &lt;br /&gt;  one of them likes playing games, someone else might know."&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] .... St. Germant and Timothy would never... and you already can vouch for Phoenix &lt;br /&gt;  and Otto.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] [if Glening knows... Oh dear... Lillith!]&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] ((Edgeworth: Another person in my priso- OH MY GOD!!))&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...Sounds like another person knows. If all of the other people wouldn't do such a &lt;br /&gt;  thing.&lt;br /&gt;* Georik now really looks ashen.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Georik? Care to tell me what you think about this problem?&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] ...Glening, that god damn cur.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey is interested in this now. "Glening. A friend of yours, I'm guessing?"&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] Far from a friend!&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ! You mean..wait...that name...&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Bruno? The one that might be working with Gant after all?&lt;br /&gt;* Georik 's eyes flashed, and his cheeks grow red. "He is my... 'Supervisor', and far from &lt;br /&gt;  my superior, a scheming, convinning back-stabbing fiend, one and the same."&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] So they are working together.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] Edgeworth is in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] So now we know who's behind the whole thing. Everything's starting to make sense, &lt;br /&gt;  the two of them working together, executing this complex plan.&lt;br /&gt;* Georik growls softly.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] If I get my hands on that vile cur...&lt;br /&gt;* St_Germant sliiides open the door and peeks out timidly. "Ah.. excuse me for interrupting, &lt;br /&gt;  but is everything alright out here?"&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] Ah - *he almost said everyting is fine, but something stops him.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey looks over at the newcomer. "...? Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] St. Germant&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] he is one of my two best friends.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] So, he's a friend of yours. Alright...I'll trust him for now. &lt;br /&gt;[St_Germant] ...Ahh..&lt;br /&gt;* St_Germant looks even more timid now.&lt;br /&gt;* St_Germant steps outside and shuts the door, although now he looks even more timid leaning &lt;br /&gt;  against it.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] I'll allow Georik to explain things better. After all, it is involving people he &lt;br /&gt;  knows and his world.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] Glening helped that man Gant to kidnap Edgeworth apparently.&lt;br /&gt;* St_Germant goes from looking timid to.. horrified. "..He.. oh dear.."&lt;br /&gt;* octopus opens the door and peers out, frowning.&lt;br /&gt;* St_Germant gets pushed forward a bit as the door opens behind him.&lt;br /&gt;[St_Germant] ...Oh!&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] Gah- sorry, St Germant...&lt;br /&gt;[St_Germant] Ahh.. it is alright, Otto. I should not have been standing there in the first &lt;br /&gt;  place..&lt;br /&gt;* St_Germant manages a nervous little smile.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] Why would he put a... riddle that concerns me? What did it say?&lt;br /&gt;* octopus slips out and joins Germant. Hey, if he's allowed to listen...&lt;br /&gt;* St_Germant looks troubled.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...It's not hard to remember such a strange riddle: Solid piece of night, Claimed &lt;br /&gt;  by one who turned from light, Embracing darkness.&lt;br /&gt;[St_Germant] ...how does... that...&lt;br /&gt;* St_Germant frowns. "That is not a very nice riddle at all." He says, quietly.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] Probably attempting to divide us. *He turns his head, glaring elsewhere.*&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Perhaps. Or maybe...they're trying to walk us all into a trap.&lt;br /&gt;* St_Germant nervously removes his glasses and cleans them with a rag.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] Probably, and that riddle - whoever wrote that knows nothing of me. [knows too much]&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] ((and bullshit meter reads...))&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] It sounds like we're one step closer to solving this?&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Yes, but something about it bothers me. &lt;br /&gt;[Georik] What?&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Well, this entire situation. That riddle in particular...if Glening was the only &lt;br /&gt;  one who could've wrote it, then why was it left to be found in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] ...They want us to find him.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...So even from the beginning, we've been playing into their hands. That might &lt;br /&gt;  answer the other question I have.&lt;br /&gt;* St_Germant puts his glasses back on and frowns.&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] ...furthermore, they must have expected that Phoenix would be getting help from us.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] Why.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...They want us all for a reason. Either to be eliminated...or something more.&lt;br /&gt;* Georik has a suspicion he knows what Glening wants from him.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] sounds logical.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] Glening hates my very existence,&lt;br /&gt;[St_Germant] ...&lt;br /&gt;* St_Germant looks uncomfortable now. He sighs.&lt;br /&gt;* octopus utters an annoyed grunt. "Glening and Gant are most interested in you, Phoenix and &lt;br /&gt;  Edgeworth. They havn't counted on the number of people willing to step forth and help you."&lt;br /&gt;[St_Germant] ..So.. if they are working together, Gant and Bruno.. then where is Mr. &lt;br /&gt;  Edgeworth?&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] ... what were the other clues?&lt;br /&gt;[St_Germant] Is he.. no, he cannot be there. I would have seen them.&lt;br /&gt;* St_Germant bites his thumb in thought.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] Where?&lt;br /&gt;* Georik looks to St. Germant.&lt;br /&gt;[St_Germant] In his laboratory. I frequent there. I do not go investigating too much while I &lt;br /&gt;  am there, but he has me do tasks for him during my shift.&lt;br /&gt;* St_Germant mentions not what those tasks are.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] ...Mia, what were the other clues?&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...Well, Wright acquired three haikus and with each one was an item. One was a &lt;br /&gt;  blue teardrop gem, another was a glowing feather, and the last one was a yellow flower.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] ...Glowing - Phoenix Feather?&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] and what did the flower look like?&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] I don't know, he couldn't recognize what they looked like.&lt;br /&gt;* St_Germant looks at Georik.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] None of the items sounded very common though...&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] ... the Jewelled Den had a Phoenix feather.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] [as the Golden Goose, but I can't mention that]&lt;br /&gt;* octopus has no idea what all of this refers to.&lt;br /&gt;* St_Germant looks confused and nervous.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] It's a shop in my wo...&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey seems slightly worried as well, but isn't trying to show it. "...What does a &lt;br /&gt;  Phoenix Feather do anyways? It is some sort of artifact?"&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] Probably just a peacock feather.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] You seen it before I'm sure Otto, I had one on me. It's a regeant for some formula.&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] ...huh... that's what that was?&lt;br /&gt;* octopus shakes his head. "Either way..."&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] Yes.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] All the evidence is pointing to mine and Germant's world.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] True, and if Wright is using the follwing the clues, he's already there.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] ... where in my world.&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] ....presumably, in your home city?&lt;br /&gt;* Georik 's eyes narrowed a little, if he followed the clues, and the clues pointed to &lt;br /&gt;  himself...&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Wherever the stone was, I take it. &lt;br /&gt;[octopus] ((Phoenix: *is in the palace dungeon*))&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] My Manor. *oh he sounds very agitated.&lt;br /&gt;* St_Germant turns to look at Georik. "...Georik. I am going to head back. I have work to &lt;br /&gt;  finish, anyway. I will see if I can find anything that Bruno might be hiding."&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] Thank you, be careful.&lt;br /&gt;* St_Germant nods. "I will. I will let everyone know what I find. Take care, in the &lt;br /&gt;  meantime, everyone." He pulls out his PIN and presses a button on it, leaving the yard.&lt;br /&gt;* octopus nods to Germant.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] ...Fine, we shall head to my Manor.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ...Alright, I want to go with you. We're so close to figuring it all out.&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] Yes... if Gant and Glening think that they can terrorize you three, they've got &lt;br /&gt;  another thing coming.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] (( #Georikmanor )) Here are the coordinates.&lt;br /&gt;* octopus copies them into his own PINpoint, and PINs out.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey PINPoints out as well, once receiving the coordinates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Mia_Fey has joined #Georikmanor&lt;br /&gt;* Georik PINs into the Dining room, it's a high-vaulted ceiling with thick red drapes &lt;br /&gt;  covering the windows, and a table fit for twelve with wrought iron chandeliers, those &lt;br /&gt;  sensitive can sense a lot of sad, and almost oppressive energy in the house, and something &lt;br /&gt;  perhaps a bit sinister underneath it all.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] Timothy? ... Timothy come here! ... where is that boy?&lt;br /&gt;* octopus follows soon after. He would never admit to being intrigued or excited about &lt;br /&gt;  finally getting to see Georik's world.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] *one may noticed their clothing has changed, to be more period-suited*&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] ... Damnit, he's not - *blinks as he looked at Otto and Mia* ...Your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] ...huh.  We won't stand out as much if anyone sees us... who is Timothy?&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] My Housekeeper, who apparently has gone missing. &lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey follows at a close pace also, examining every little detail of Georik's world. &lt;br /&gt;  It's an intersting place for her, at least. "...Maybe Wright found him?"&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] .....or Glening.&lt;br /&gt;[St_Germant] ((Otto: Professional killjoy.))&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] ...Damn it, that boy should've left a note if he... Stay here. *he runs to the &lt;br /&gt;  Basement - Lillith is there in her room, so not Glening, and his study's distrubed, and he &lt;br /&gt;  runs back up*&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] They're not here.&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] .....hn.  Any sign of a struggle?&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] None.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] Though my downstairs study has been distrubed.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] So then, where could they have gone?&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] Hm.... &lt;br /&gt;[octopus] Not to the shop that you mentioned?&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] And to think they'll be foolish enough to come out at... the Shop should be closed &lt;br /&gt;  by this hour, *sigh* but we have little else to go on.&lt;br /&gt;* octopus looks around, possibly in search of a note on the table or some clue as to the &lt;br /&gt;  disappearance of Timothy and possibly Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] *there is no note*&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] Try sending him a text message, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] I'll see if I can hail a cab... ! of course.&lt;br /&gt;* Georik looks to Mia. "If you will."&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] Sure thing. *pulls out said device and sends Wright a message* &lt;br /&gt;* Georik places restlessly. "Why at this time, with Whistler..."&lt;br /&gt;* octopus raises an eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;* Georik throws open the curtain to look outside, and frowns at a man loitering about. "A &lt;br /&gt;  serial murderer."&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] ...hmph.  So they have them on your world, even at this point in history.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] He targets women and animals, though both Phoenix and Timothy as males - I'm still &lt;br /&gt;  concerned.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] I've got his location, the Jewelled Den. Just like you predicted, Georik. Let's &lt;br /&gt;  get going.&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] M-hmm.  It's not so easy to tell who you're attacking in the d- ahh.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] Right. *checks time* ...And a cab would not come by soon, we'll have to walk.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] Damnit all to hell, let us hurry and stay together.&lt;br /&gt;* octopus smirks. "Common criminals or knife-wielding lunatics won't be a problem.... I'll &lt;br /&gt;  see to it if there's trouble."&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] WEll, this will be interesting. Lets just hurry so we don't have a chance to see &lt;br /&gt;  these criminals at work.&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] *weak laugh*  I'd rather we don't run into trouble, of course...&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] *and off they went, Georik guiding them twisting side roads* There are watchmen &lt;br /&gt;  patrolling about, we cannot be spotted, or else we'll be held up. &lt;br /&gt;[Georik] Not to mention if either men are here, we cannot let them known we're onto them.&lt;br /&gt;* octopus nods. Peering just out through the hem of his overcoat is a glass 'eye', giving &lt;br /&gt;  him a view from behind of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] This just keeps getting dangerous by the second...*is staying close to the others, &lt;br /&gt;  of course*&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] The city didn't use to be so dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;* Georik has his sword drawn.&lt;br /&gt;* octopus would say that he isn't so sure about that, given how potentially dangerous any &lt;br /&gt;  large concentration of humans is, but...&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Phoenix_Wright starts awake. Bad dreams again. More importantly, &lt;br /&gt;  he still can't figure out for the life of him what the damn &lt;br /&gt;  haiku is pointing him too. This is pretty frustrating, as can be &lt;br /&gt;  imagined. He looks at it again.&lt;br /&gt;[GantplotGM] ((I will interject if need be. This is... day 2, for &lt;br /&gt;  the record.))&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ((Just need a repost.))&lt;br /&gt;[GantplotGM] ((LOLs haiku: Gathered carefully,&lt;br /&gt;[GantplotGM] Yellow blossoming outward,&lt;br /&gt;[GantplotGM] A gift for a loss.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright rubs his face. Crap. He pulls his PIN out and &lt;br /&gt;  begins texting. [mia -- found strange feather in edgeworth's &lt;br /&gt;  office, glows. another haiku, but can't figure it out. any &lt;br /&gt;  ideas?] He adds the haiku and waits, drumming his fingers. He &lt;br /&gt;  doesn't like wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey has been waiting patiently for another contact from &lt;br /&gt;  Wright, so the message is a welcome sight indeed. Especially &lt;br /&gt;  since she feels like the one waiting time here. [...A strange &lt;br /&gt;  feather? Regardless, I'll give you my ideas, since this one &lt;br /&gt;  seems easier than before.]&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright waits. He hopes she has a better idea than HE &lt;br /&gt;  does.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] [I don't know where this will lead you next but, that &lt;br /&gt;  haiku...it sounds like it's talking about flowers. Blooming, &lt;br /&gt;  gathering for a loss; that is what I think]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [any particular type?]&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] [...Let me think about that for a minute, Wright. &lt;br /&gt;  Considering how many flowers exist in the world.]&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright sighs. [Should've guessed it wouldn't be that &lt;br /&gt;  easy.]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [its gotta relate to something specific. last &lt;br /&gt;  note was about edgeworth, note before that about gant.  gotta be &lt;br /&gt;  something.]&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] [So, it might relate to another significant person. Me, &lt;br /&gt;  you, anyone...]&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] [Wait a second...Wright, I think I might have it.]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [stupid question: edgeworth ever give you &lt;br /&gt;  flowers?]&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] [...You must have thought that at the same time I did]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [what?]&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright sits up and takes notice.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] [He did...To my office]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [then that must be where the next clue is.]&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] [...You better get going. I doubt you'll let me come &lt;br /&gt;  help you in person, even if I ask again.]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [will text again in a little while.  thanks &lt;br /&gt;  again.]&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright stands up and readjusts his hat. Thankfully, he &lt;br /&gt;  still has the coordinates in mind from the last time he had to &lt;br /&gt;  go to Mia's office -- as horrible as THAT experience was. He &lt;br /&gt;  PINs there.&lt;br /&gt;[GantplotGM] *Mia's office looks like it did the last time Phoenix &lt;br /&gt;  was there. Minus the murder scene anyway. And there's no broken &lt;br /&gt;  window, either. Of course, he's not actually in the office, &lt;br /&gt;  reappearing in the same place as last time initially.*&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright sighs. [Running around like this... I feel like &lt;br /&gt;  some sort of errand boy. I guess it could be worse...]&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright goes to the door to her office.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ((Is it unlocked?))&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] *The office itself seems very similar to Nick's, in a &lt;br /&gt;  lot of the usual funiture and the like. The bookshelves might &lt;br /&gt;  even taunt Phoenix the same way. Her desk is clean and neat, &lt;br /&gt;  with a small vase of yellow flowers sitting in the corner.*&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] ((Yeah, it is))&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [There's the flowers...]&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright heads over, peering into the vase.&lt;br /&gt;[GantplotGM] *There's not many flowers, although they certainly do &lt;br /&gt;  not look like anything Phoenix's has seen. They even have a &lt;br /&gt;  distinct, pretty smell to them.*&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright pulls one out, admiring it. [I can't say I &lt;br /&gt;  recognize this variety... Edgeworth really sent these? No, those &lt;br /&gt;  are probably long gone. Then what...?]&lt;br /&gt;[GantplotGM] *there's a small tag hanging from the bottom of one &lt;br /&gt;  of the stems.*&lt;br /&gt;[GantplotGM] ((The flowers kind of look like this, but with longer &lt;br /&gt;  petals: &lt;a href="http://www.agric.wa.gov.au/ikmp/images/acacias.gif"&gt;http://www.agric.wa.gov.au/ikmp/images/acacias.gif&lt;/a&gt;))&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Bingo.  Okay, what have we got here...]&lt;br /&gt;[GantplotGM] ((&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Acacia_constricta"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Acacia_constricta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  _flower.jpg))&lt;br /&gt;[GantplotGM] ((That's a better one.))&lt;br /&gt;[GantplotGM] Another Haiku is on the card! This one says: Solid &lt;br /&gt;  piece of night,&lt;br /&gt;[GantplotGM] Claimed by one who turned from light,&lt;br /&gt;[GantplotGM] Embracing darkness.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [...huh?]&lt;br /&gt;[GantplotGM] ((Totally expected that reaction, btw. XD))&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Maybe Mia has an idea... better get out of here &lt;br /&gt;  before the Phoenix she knwos gets back.]&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright PINs back to the room.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright sighs. [Base by base by base... how long is he &lt;br /&gt;  gonna have me doing this?]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [mia -- found flowers, don't recognize what kind. &lt;br /&gt;   also haiku:]  *inputs*&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] [...Darkness, Light? I'm honestly not sure what to make &lt;br /&gt;  of this one, Wright. But it must be referring to someone.]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [yeah, i don't get it either.  may have to ask &lt;br /&gt;  around the sanc about this one, honestly.]  [Dammit.]&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] [want me to go ask for you? at least then, you won't &lt;br /&gt;  risk your mission]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [if you could, thanks.]&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] [no problem. Take the little time you have to think &lt;br /&gt;  about who this might be referring to, Wright. I'll go see if &lt;br /&gt;  someone in the sanctuary can help]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [good luck.]&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright puts his head in his hands. [Doesn't make any &lt;br /&gt;  sense... yeah, Mia did something bad, but it was hardly a &lt;br /&gt;  darkside turn. Who the hell could this be referring to? And... &lt;br /&gt;  where am I supposed to go?]&lt;br /&gt;* Soma has joined #gantplot&lt;br /&gt;[Soma] ((lurk))&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ((Poor Phoenix is sort of waiting around at this &lt;br /&gt;  point clueless.))&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] *sends a text message back* [Wright...I think I have one &lt;br /&gt;  part of it solved. The 'solid piece of night' might be referring &lt;br /&gt;  to a stone of sorts. As for the person in question, I've got &lt;br /&gt;  practically nothing steady there.]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [a stone?  like what?]&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] [Soma said something about a person possessing a dark &lt;br /&gt;  stone, possibly even a specific type like Oynx, Jet, or &lt;br /&gt;  Obsidian.]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [An... onyx?  Who would I know who has a --]&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright 's eyes widen. A gift of a stone... "needs to &lt;br /&gt;  repent for his sins..."&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] *there doesn't seem to be a reply for a bit*&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] *finally, after a few minutes*  [georik]&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] [...? Georik?]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [got some stone a while back, didn't know why.  &lt;br /&gt;  but i recall it being an onyx or something.  and there's &lt;br /&gt;  something odd about him.  dark.  he's my friend but...]&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] [...We'll need to talk to him then.]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [yeah... if he'll talk]&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] [I'll make him talk if I have to]&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright pulls his hat down further over his eyes. If &lt;br /&gt;  Georik is mentioned, that can mean only one thing: this isn't &lt;br /&gt;  just Gant's game.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] *Sends off another message* [Wright...you're correct. &lt;br /&gt;  Georik confessed to having a stone at one point.]&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright closes his eyes. Shit. [that's not good.]&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] [I have the original location of the stone, prior to it &lt;br /&gt;  coming to the Sanctuary/Nexus. He received it in his study.]&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright takes a deep breath. [all right. would ask for &lt;br /&gt;  coordinates, but probably silly. will have to scan.] He sets the &lt;br /&gt;  scanning function for Georik's office. Thank God he finally &lt;br /&gt;  figured these things out some.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] [Would be suspicious too. Anything else?]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [don't think gant's alone on this.  that boss of &lt;br /&gt;  georik's may be involved.  will let you know what i find out.]&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] [...Understood.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright waits. This will probably take a bit. There's a &lt;br /&gt;  sick feeling growing in his stomach -- not that it wasn't there &lt;br /&gt;  before, but this seems to be a whole new VERSION of it! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] *beep!  location found*&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [All right... here we go...]&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright PINs.&lt;br /&gt;* Georikshouse has joined #gantplot&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright looks around. [Not the way I would've expected to &lt;br /&gt;  visit Georik's place...]&lt;br /&gt;[Georikshouse] *the study has no windows, and it's a moderate &lt;br /&gt;  size-room, but it seemed smaller due to the vast amount of &lt;br /&gt;  things within, in the corner is an anathor - a small oven made &lt;br /&gt;  for a special kind of cooking, there are books spilling from the &lt;br /&gt;  shelves, and piled about the floor, there is a desk with many &lt;br /&gt;  beakers, measuring tools, and other things that seemed more &lt;br /&gt;  suited to a chemist... or even an alchemist's store, and there &lt;br /&gt;  are bottles, neatly la&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ((neatly la))&lt;br /&gt;[Georikshouse] labelled - some thing are mundane - tin, but others &lt;br /&gt;  are highly toxic poisons like mercury and cobalt.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Hmm... can't say this is what I expected.  But &lt;br /&gt;  then again, I don't really know that much about him... I'd &lt;br /&gt;  better look around.]&lt;br /&gt;[Georikshouse] *there are crude 'posters' put up, anatomical &lt;br /&gt;  charts, and others are seals of sort, with various symbols, and &lt;br /&gt;  lines connecting them to each other. And there is the snake &lt;br /&gt;  motif repeated all over on the walls and shelving, brass &lt;br /&gt;  hawkheads serve as handles for the desk. &lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [This motif... his family seal, right?] *runs his &lt;br /&gt;  hand over the hawkheads idly*&lt;br /&gt;[Georikshouse] *none of the drawers are locked, though only one &lt;br /&gt;  drawer has a keyhole.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [I... I shouldn't do this, it's Georik's house!  &lt;br /&gt;  But... if something important is hidden here...]&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright bites the bullet and begins searching drawers.&lt;br /&gt;[Georikshouse] *one drawer has an Onyx in it, and closed off &lt;br /&gt;  bottles of Indian Ink, calligraphy pens, and pencils, another is &lt;br /&gt;  empty,&lt;br /&gt;[Georikshouse] *another is empty, a third seems to be empty, but &lt;br /&gt;  there's a seem in the bottom of this drawer.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [...?]&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright frowns. He only just catches sight of the seem as &lt;br /&gt;  he's about to close the drawer again. He opens it wider, feeling &lt;br /&gt;  along it.&lt;br /&gt;[Georikshouse] *there seems to be a hidden drawer.&lt;br /&gt;* Georikshouse is now known as Timothy&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [What... why would Georik have a hidden drawer?]&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] *it's easily lifted, and dusting from the dust, it &lt;br /&gt;  hasn't been touched in years.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright does this, feeling guilty all the while.&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] *there's a bundle of papers, in different handwriting &lt;br /&gt;  then Georik's.*&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [...this can't be relevant, right?  If it hasn't &lt;br /&gt;  been touched for a while... I... I should just put these back...]&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] OY! Who the hell are you?! *the voice sounded young - a &lt;br /&gt;  boy whose voice hasn't cracked yet*&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] !!&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright turns around. "Ah..."&lt;br /&gt;* Timothy has out a butterfly knife, he is a rather annoyed &lt;br /&gt;  looking young teen with light reddish hair that seem pink in &lt;br /&gt;  this light with violet eyes. "Why are you in Master Georik's &lt;br /&gt;  study thief!"&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Hurk...]&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] And who are you? &lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] I, ah... I'm a friend of Georik's!  Ah, Phoenix!  &lt;br /&gt;  Phoenix Wright.  He, uh, he wanted me to get something for him...&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Knife knife knife knife KNIFE...]&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] Liar! He wouldn't send anyone downstairs. *he does &lt;br /&gt;  recognize the name and hasn't moved to actually slash at him*&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] Why are you here?&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] I... it's complicated...&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] !  Wait, maybe you'd be able to notice, if you &lt;br /&gt;  know this place... does anything seem out of place to you?  Um, &lt;br /&gt;  I mean aside from me...&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] [Georik would probably kill people who come here, but if &lt;br /&gt;  this is Wright... hurk] *looks around* Other then what you did? &lt;br /&gt;  No, now explain yourself.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Um, how do I start...&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright rubs his face. "I can't say much. All I can say &lt;br /&gt;  is that a friend desperately needs something someone may have &lt;br /&gt;  put in here, and if I don't find it he may be in trouble..."&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] Least you're not that Dashwood creep. *he flicks the &lt;br /&gt;  knife close, but the ease of it suggest he can flick it open at &lt;br /&gt;  any moment* Names. &lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Um... my friend's name is Edgeworth.  He may have &lt;br /&gt;  been taken by a man named Gant... and possibly someone named &lt;br /&gt;  Glening.&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] ...! Glening - did you say Glening?&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright nods. "It's the only reason I can think of I'd be &lt;br /&gt;  led here... especially since it sounds like this isn't a place &lt;br /&gt;  he invites people to often."&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] How did that... come upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;* Timothy pockets the knife.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright blinks, and follows. He's not sure where this is &lt;br /&gt;  going...&lt;br /&gt;* Timothy leads into the hall, and closes the door behind Phoenix &lt;br /&gt;  - which has a Hawk and moon embelm, and leads Phoenix up a &lt;br /&gt;  flight of stairs into a large, and minially but tastefully done &lt;br /&gt;  manor - which probably has an air of suffocating melachony. "All &lt;br /&gt;  right, Master Georik isn't going to like anyone in that study, &lt;br /&gt;  and I really by right throw you out of here."&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright swallows&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] But if Glening's involved - he should know.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...there... I think there's supposed to be a &lt;br /&gt;  clue, somewhere in there.&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] I'll go look, you stay up here. &lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...okay.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright sits, waiting. Doesn't like waiting. Feels like &lt;br /&gt;  he should be doing SOMETING.&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] *especially since this place is spacious, and just full &lt;br /&gt;  of a feeling of loss and tragedy&lt;br /&gt;[GantplotGM] *Phoenix's cell phone rings. How? Don't ask. It just &lt;br /&gt;  does. Edgeworth's number comes up.*&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ? ...!!!&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ((We're just lucky the jail let him retain that.  &lt;br /&gt;  X3))&lt;br /&gt;* GantplotGM is now known as Damon_Gant&lt;br /&gt;[Damon_Gant] ((So the police are a little dumb. XD))&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright feels his stomach clench, but he answers it. &lt;br /&gt;  "...hello?"&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant sounds rather chipper on the other side. "Hello, &lt;br /&gt;  Wrighto! Been swimming lately?"&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright grits his teeth. "Gant..."&lt;br /&gt;[Damon_Gant] Oh, I suppose you haven't had time for that, what &lt;br /&gt;  with being in prison and all.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] What the hell are you calling me for?  Just to &lt;br /&gt;  taunt me?&lt;br /&gt;[Damon_Gant] Perhaps I just wanted to hear your voice, Wrighto.&lt;br /&gt;[Damon_Gant] Is that a problem?&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Where's Edgeworth?  Is he okay?&lt;br /&gt;[Damon_Gant] He is alright. I guess. I don't know, I have not been &lt;br /&gt;  paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;[Damon_Gant] He is a rather fascinating sort though. Did you know &lt;br /&gt;  he is afraid of earthquakes? And he lives in LA.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] !!&lt;br /&gt;[Damon_Gant] Rather silly, if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [How... how the hell does he know about that?!]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Is... is that so.&lt;br /&gt;[Damon_Gant] Oh, yes. It's rather interesting, really. Poor boy's &lt;br /&gt;  going to have a heart attack before he hits 30 at the rate he's &lt;br /&gt;  going.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] I swear to God, if you hurt him in any way, &lt;br /&gt;  I'll...&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant laughs.&lt;br /&gt;[Damon_Gant] I have not done a thing since he arrived. I have not &lt;br /&gt;  even fed him, either. I wonder if he is even still alive...&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright 's hand clenches and unclenches. He doesn't think &lt;br /&gt;  he's hated anybody more than he hates this man right now.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Damn you!&lt;br /&gt;[Damon_Gant] It does not bother me at all what happens to him. He &lt;br /&gt;  is not the one I am after, Wrighto.&lt;br /&gt;* Timothy comes upstairs and stares quietly&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...what?&lt;br /&gt;[Damon_Gant] He just happens to be.. valuable.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] And... who's the one you're really after, then?&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [As if I didn't know...]&lt;br /&gt;[Damon_Gant] You are a smart boy, Wrighto.&lt;br /&gt;[Damon_Gant] You will figure it out soon. ...Or maybe you will &lt;br /&gt;  not. But if that is true.. then LA's going to be short one &lt;br /&gt;  lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;[Damon_Gant] Have fun, Wrighto~! *click*&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] You son of a bi -- URGH!&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright stuffs the phone in his pocket angrily.&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] !  Oh, you came... did you find anything?&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] Nope, except for those letters you pulled out.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright winced. "Sorry. I was looking around, hoping to &lt;br /&gt;  find something... but this doesn't make any sense. There should &lt;br /&gt;  be SOMETHING, or else why would he have directed me here?"&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] What lead you here?&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] A haiku... attached to a yellow flower.&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] Mimosa? &lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Mimosa?&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] They're a kind of yellow flower, they only grow in &lt;br /&gt;  Hardland&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Could I see one?&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] Uhm, I think Georik has one dried. *he runs off, and &lt;br /&gt;  returns*&lt;br /&gt;* Timothy holds up a dried flower, it's a faded yellow color.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] !  That's it!&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] But what where they doing in Mia's office?  Come &lt;br /&gt;  to think of it, what was with half the stuff he gave me...?&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] Stuff?&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Um, here...&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright holds them out -- a teardrop pendent, a glowing &lt;br /&gt;  feather, the flower.&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] ...! A Phoenix Feather.&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] They're hard to find, only that man in the Jewelled Den &lt;br /&gt;  has them - Georik bought one not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] The man in the Jewelled Den?  Where is this man?&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Phoenix feather... oh har har hardee har har &lt;br /&gt;  Gant.]&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] Probably in that store, Supposedly he's some scholar &lt;br /&gt;  from the far east.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Can you show me where this store is?&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] Yes! I'll go get a cab. It's not safe to be out at night.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright nods. "Thank you. I appreciate your help..."&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] Well I got a reason to know what Glening is up too as &lt;br /&gt;  well.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright nods. "Everything I'd seen of him gave me a bad &lt;br /&gt;  feeling, and it looks like it might've been well-deserved... &lt;br /&gt;  let's hurry."&lt;br /&gt;* Timothy had managed to hail down a Hansom cab. "Jewelled Den - &lt;br /&gt;  two hundred Zechs if you get there within ten minutes!"&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright would appreciate the old-fashioned quaintness of &lt;br /&gt;  this all if he wasn't so hurried -- although he does notice for &lt;br /&gt;  the first time that a lot of his ensemble seems to have changed &lt;br /&gt;  to match the setting. Odd.&lt;br /&gt;* Timothy jumps in as the driver flick his whip and the carriage &lt;br /&gt;  goes barrelling down over cobblestone road.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright is definitely getting shaken here. Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] *it stops in front of a small, slanted roof shop in a &lt;br /&gt;  street that's practically deserted, there's a hanging sign that &lt;br /&gt;  has a large gem painted on it.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright gets out, looking up. Is it open?&lt;br /&gt;* Timothy knocks on the door. "Hullo! Open u-oaf!" the door is &lt;br /&gt;  thrown open, and he's knocked to the side as a red-haired man &lt;br /&gt;  with oddly colored skin walks out - he seems to have a whip on &lt;br /&gt;  his hip, and chaps, he's counting coins as another man, Asian, &lt;br /&gt;  wearing a haori and kimono stops at the door, yelling at him in &lt;br /&gt;  some other language.&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] It's that bas-! *he jerks, decided not to follow after &lt;br /&gt;  the man in chaps.* You, *to the storeowner* We gotta talk!&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ???&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] [Gennai] No talk, enough visitors for night, good-bye! &lt;br /&gt;  *goes to close the door, but Timothy ram his foot in placE* I &lt;br /&gt;  say go home!&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Wait, sir, please!  I need to talk to you &lt;br /&gt;  desperately!&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright fishes out the feather. "This feather... I hear &lt;br /&gt;  you sell them. Where did you get them? Please!"&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] [Gennai] Why? to get money to protect? *looks at Phoenix &lt;br /&gt;  then Timothy*&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] It... it's a matter of life or death, sir.  I &lt;br /&gt;  need to know.&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] Please, we got to ask, it's very important,&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] [Gennai] *has a hand on his sword hilt, as he chewed on &lt;br /&gt;  the grass between his lips* Come in.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright follows.&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] [Gennai] Ask quickly. *there's obviously signs of a &lt;br /&gt;  struggle in here*&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright wants to ask, but there's more important things. &lt;br /&gt;  "This feather... where did you get these?"&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] From home, the Suzaku - Phoenix you call them, they &lt;br /&gt;  roost there, and we take feathers from nests when they reborn.&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] (*[Gennai])&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright frowns. "Why would anybody buy these?"&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] [Gennai] For looks, or for uses in research. &lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] What sort of research?&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] [Gennai] Alchemical, but not much interest due to laws &lt;br /&gt;  here.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Laws?&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] Anyone caught practicing magic or performing Alchemy &lt;br /&gt;  experiments receives the death penalty&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [So that means Georik has been systematically &lt;br /&gt;  breaking the law...]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Do either of these items mean anything to you?  &lt;br /&gt;  *holds up the teardrop crystal and the flower*&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] or they could end up in prison for life - after being &lt;br /&gt;  made to confess. It's really stupid, Featherland does just fine &lt;br /&gt;  with Alchemy encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright frowns.&lt;br /&gt;* Timothy has a strong accent that is quite different from &lt;br /&gt;  Georik's, Germant's or Mikhails.&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] [Gennai] Why you ask?&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] I'm trying to track down a location.  I thought &lt;br /&gt;  maybe these items might be clues to it.&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] [Gennai] You not with government?&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] No, no I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] [Gennai] Cannot tell you where they go, but who bought.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Who?&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] Georik is one? &lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright nods. "I figured that, yes."&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] [Gennai] Right - other is a strange man, in Orange.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] !!!&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Gant!]&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] Who's the guy?&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] He gave no indication where he was going?&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] [Gennai] No - I not ask either, not my place to pry.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Damnit!]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Did he say anything to you at all before he left?&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] [Gennai] Just that it was gift, to good friend.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Gaaaah!]&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] *Wright might hear his PINPoint going off. Someone's &lt;br /&gt;  sending him a text message.]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] !  Hold on a second...&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] What in the heck is that?&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright ducks off to the side a bit and pulls his PIN out.&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] [Gennai] *seems insanely interested, same look that St. &lt;br /&gt;  Germant has.&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] [Wright, where are you? Specific location, please?]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [some store -- jeweled den.  you guys aren't &lt;br /&gt;  looking for me? i told you guys that could be dangerous.]&lt;br /&gt;[Mia_Fey] [...We'll talk later Wright. Bye.]&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] [Gennai] What that?&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright looks. "We have to go, now. They could be here &lt;br /&gt;  any second. Sir, is there any place in particular this flower &lt;br /&gt;  might grow in abundance?"&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant is now known as Whistler&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright holds up the Mimosa. "That's not important right &lt;br /&gt;  now. I need to know!"&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] [Gennai] *peers* Ah, Geutrink, not likely to be anymore.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Geutrink?&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] That's the village Georik was from. The place burned &lt;br /&gt;  down some months ago.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] !&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright closes his eyes. [Perhaps... I wonder if the &lt;br /&gt;  person they're going after is...]&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] [Gennai] Yes, great Tragedy. &lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] What happened, exactly?&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] [Gennai] rumors abound - all I know is fire engulfed &lt;br /&gt;  village, all 800 villagers died, including Lillith Zaberisk.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright thinks he feels his heart stop. "800? &lt;br /&gt;  ...Zaberisk?"&lt;br /&gt;[Whistler] *A woman's scream is heard, not very far from the &lt;br /&gt;  store, but quite a distance away.*&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] !!&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] Ahh!&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] [Gennai] Whistler!&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] That was...!&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] *Gennai ran out of the store, sword drawn*&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright follows. "What's going on?!"&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] Oh god... we got to go. *he follows those two, thinking &lt;br /&gt;  they're both idiots*&lt;br /&gt;[Whistler] *There is silence, for a few seconds. And then... &lt;br /&gt;  someone whistling a haunting tune, which would be recognized as &lt;br /&gt;  'the Saints Go Marching'.*&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] [Gennai] Come out coward!&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright frowns and looks around, confused. "What... is &lt;br /&gt;  that?"&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] ...Phoenix, we got to go - that's the killer's callsign.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Killer?&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] Whistler the Ripper.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...oh, well that sounds lovely.  *swallows*&lt;br /&gt;[Whistler] *The whistling is certainly down an alleyway, although &lt;br /&gt;  it is starting to fade, as the next verse is whistled.*&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...I don't want to leave that alone, but I can't &lt;br /&gt;  do much... I have somewhere more important to go anyway.&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] [Gennai] *looks around, and heads in another direction, &lt;br /&gt;  trying to cut him off* &lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] Right, we got to hurry back! *yanks on Phoenix's sleeves &lt;br /&gt;  back towards the manor - screw cabs, he's going to bolt&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright tries to yank his sleeve out of his hand.&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] You crazy?&lt;br /&gt;* octopus has joined #gantplot&lt;br /&gt;* Georik has joined #gantplot&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] I have my own way of getting around... and I've &lt;br /&gt;  got someplace I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Just... let go, please!&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] If you're Georik's friend, I'm gonna make sure you-&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] No!&lt;br /&gt;[Whistler] *Whoever was down this one alleyway left behind a nice &lt;br /&gt;  mangled body. Looks like someone had a field day*&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] ((da da dan the cavalry is here))&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Aggh!&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] My...! *had stumbled across the body first from the &lt;br /&gt;  direction they came in at*&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] ...ugh....&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright tries REALLY hard to yank his sleeve away now.&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] Someone screamd.&lt;br /&gt;* Whistler stops whistling as he sees Gennai. And smiles a bit. &lt;br /&gt;  He's clad in black, large hat masking most of his face, although &lt;br /&gt;  whatever can be seen of his face is certainly reflecting &lt;br /&gt;  insanity. He's also covered in blood.&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] [Gennai] Stop now Coward! *his voice can be heard by th &lt;br /&gt;  others in a distance*&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey tries not to look at the dead body. "...! What is going &lt;br /&gt;  on here?"&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] That scream... there's nothing we can do for the woman, &lt;br /&gt;  no doubt the Whistler got her, we have to get to Phoenix and &lt;br /&gt;  Timothy.&lt;br /&gt;* octopus 's actuators rise out from underneath his coat. &lt;br /&gt;  "Hurry... this way!"&lt;br /&gt;* octopus heads in the direction that the shouting is coming from.&lt;br /&gt;* Whistler laughs and runs. "If yooou want to caaaatch me, you &lt;br /&gt;  must plaaaay tag with me first!"&lt;br /&gt;* Timothy pales, doesn't let go, he looks simply terrified.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Please! If they find me, my friend could die!  &lt;br /&gt;  LET GO!&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] [Gennai] Enough games! *he runs at Whistler, trying to &lt;br /&gt;  run the murderer through.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright REALLY tries to wrench his hand off now.&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] Gottogoohmygod... *tries to drag Phoenix in another &lt;br /&gt;  direction that might away from the voices.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Damnit, this little pipsqueak has a good grip...]&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] Timothy! Phoenix? &lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright pales. And finally has the sense to slip out of &lt;br /&gt;  the damn jacket.&lt;br /&gt;* Whistler manages to dodge in a flurry of black, twisting around &lt;br /&gt;  and lunging with his dagger. "Yooou are it!" Aims with stabbies.&lt;br /&gt;* octopus comes crashing up alongside Georik, actuators out and &lt;br /&gt;  readied. A glinting of metal catches his eye, and he notices the &lt;br /&gt;  two fighters nearby.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey is just staying close behind Georik and Otto, since &lt;br /&gt;  really she can't fight as well as them. And getting it the way &lt;br /&gt;  wouldn't help the situation either.&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] [Gennai] *Yelps as he moves to block.* I am not easy to &lt;br /&gt;  defeat! *he slides to the side, giving an upward sweep.&lt;br /&gt;* Timothy yanks Phoenix to behind the shop, before his grip &lt;br /&gt;  loosens, and he drops to his knees. He shouldn't be this scared &lt;br /&gt;  damnit!&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] ...should I break that fight up?  One of those two is no &lt;br /&gt;  doubt responsible for the bloodbath in the alley.&lt;br /&gt;* Whistler laughs and ducks, although his hat nearly is knocked &lt;br /&gt;  off. He grabs at it, keeping it in place, before he aims a kick &lt;br /&gt;  at one of Gennai's shins. "Ahhh, those whoooo put up a fiiiight &lt;br /&gt;  are the best oooones to kill."&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright gathers up his jacket and yanks it away, putting &lt;br /&gt;  it back on and pulling out the PIN. "Tell them... when they find &lt;br /&gt;  you, give me half an hour head start, at least. That should be &lt;br /&gt;  long enough to make it seem like I'm alone...&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] O-o-o-kay... &lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Thank you.  And tell them I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] Do what you need to, I'm going to look for the two, Ms. &lt;br /&gt;  Fey - come with me.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright uses the PIN to scan for this Geutrink place.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey nods. "Right, I'll follow you, Georik"&lt;br /&gt;* octopus nods, rising up on his tentacles and dashing out into &lt;br /&gt;  the fray.&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] [Gennai] You underestimate! *he is kicked, and he jerks &lt;br /&gt;  back - yelping* Monster! *he kept up the assault, and tried to &lt;br /&gt;  stab the cloaked person.&lt;br /&gt;* Georik looks around the actual store, sword raised, his heart &lt;br /&gt;  pounding.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright is parsing... parsing... parsing... THERE.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright will probably be seen PINning out just as the &lt;br /&gt;  others find Timothy.&lt;br /&gt;* Timothy is curled up into a ball and trembling.&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] [Gennai] What? *he jerks when he sees the man with &lt;br /&gt;  strange apphenages approach.&lt;br /&gt;* Whistler swings his dagger to deflect it. There is strength to &lt;br /&gt;  the man cloaked in black, even if he's a bit slow. With a grin, &lt;br /&gt;  he aims another kick: at Gennai's other shin.&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] [Gennai] *rolls, or rather falls away from the kick, he &lt;br /&gt;  still hasn't let go of his blade, which he kept in a defensive &lt;br /&gt;  position.&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] *between a sword-swinging merchant in a hakama and a &lt;br /&gt;  blood-stained, knife-wielding madman, Otto has little trouble &lt;br /&gt;  determining which is responsible for the killings.  Silent but &lt;br /&gt;  for the whipping of the air around his actuators, he launches &lt;br /&gt;  himself at Whistler, tentacles snapping out to grab the cloaked &lt;br /&gt;  figure.*&lt;br /&gt;* Whistler doesn't even seem to notice that Otto is coming. He's &lt;br /&gt;  about to lunge for Gennai again, but his arm is grabbed. He &lt;br /&gt;  looks at it, narrows his eyes, and pulls harder.&lt;br /&gt;[Georik] ...Timothy! *he ran over to the boy* You damn idiot... &lt;br /&gt;  what were you - are you all right?&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] [Gennai] Thank you stranger! *He gets up, and moves to &lt;br /&gt;  actually pierce the murderer while he's restrained* &lt;br /&gt;* octopus has one arm, and is about to grab the other when he sees &lt;br /&gt;  Gennai coming with sword raised- reflexively, he swats the &lt;br /&gt;  merchant away, hopefully just stunning him.&lt;br /&gt;* Mia_Fey runs over to the boy as well. "...We're too late. &lt;br /&gt;  Phoenix is already gone, isn't he? Where did he go?"&lt;br /&gt;* Whistler tries to get away, and since he can't move.. he gets &lt;br /&gt;  run through with a sword. "...Ahhh.. nnngk.." His voice.. &lt;br /&gt;  changes slightly.&lt;br /&gt;[octopus] ..ugh!&lt;br /&gt;[Timothy] Ge...georik. Got to help...&lt;br /&gt;* octopus cringes a bit at the sight of the impalement, and sinks &lt;br /&gt;  to the ground to examine whatever remains of 'Whistler the &lt;br /&gt;  Ripper', his free tentacle grabbing the man's other exposed &lt;br /&gt;  wrist.</content>
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    <title>Gant Plot: Day 2 in Geutrink</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Bruno_Glening whistled as his feet echoed on the staircase.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is... such a terrible hostage, really. He doesn't cry or scream or yell or &lt;br /&gt;  anything. He does sort of stir when he hears the footsteps, but otherwise does nothing. &lt;br /&gt;  Drug withdrawal is starting to build up and suck with no food intake, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening rattles something in his hand. "You must be staaarving, Edgeyworth." He &lt;br /&gt;  chuckled as he suddenly lit the lantern without an ounce of warning.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth does wince at that, even though he should be used to it. "Not really." &lt;br /&gt;  Dull, bored. He's fine, until needles are brought out. And he hates Bruno so much right &lt;br /&gt;  now, not giving him any satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening has a bowl of warm stew that he set just in Edgeworth's view. "You should &lt;br /&gt;  eat, we can't have you be skin and bones... speaking of your health." He smiled faintly as &lt;br /&gt;  he pressed his fingertips together.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth looks down again, trying to ignore the fact that there's a bowl there. &lt;br /&gt;  With food. That smells good. He /is/ starving, but Bruno probably poisoned it.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...No thank you.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth looks pale and sickly to begin with. He's probably anemic, on some levels. &lt;br /&gt;  All that stress did wonders to his heart, anyway. At the rate he used to live, he would &lt;br /&gt;  have been lucky to live to see 30.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening lifts the man's neck, and places his rough, long-nailed fingers to &lt;br /&gt;  Edgeworth's throat, the nails dig in. "Quite interesting pulse."&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth tries so hard not to wince. God his neck. It always has to be his neck. &lt;br /&gt;  "...Wonderful."&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening would not untie Edgeworth to check there. "You know the neck is where one &lt;br /&gt;  can take the most accurate pulse - but you won't need to remember that for long!"&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...Because you're going to kill me, right?&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth sounds really bored. Like, god. What's taking you so long? ]]&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is really terrified to die, as established the other day, but he's good at &lt;br /&gt;  acting.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] there's no use lying,&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening is picking up a spoon, then looks over Edgeworth, an obviously devious &lt;br /&gt;  thought had popped into his head, as he sets it down, and rolls up Edgeworth's pant leg.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth ...tenses up, without meaning to. Damn his nerves being shot and all. &lt;br /&gt;  "...What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] You're just perfect, a bit Anemic - but fair stamnia... probably could &lt;br /&gt;  survive, three four... *he giggled* He is right about having all the parts made from &lt;br /&gt;  Titanium rather then just coat it.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] Can't have you catch an infection.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...what?&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is totally confused. And yet, he /really/ doesn't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening was babbling on, but stopped when the question was asked, his red eye &lt;br /&gt;  focused on Edgeworth. "Artifical enchancements of course."&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth tugs on his bindings again. "I.. umm..." /Shit./ "I don't... need anything &lt;br /&gt;  like that."&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] When you're mine, I'll make you very useful.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...nng. [God, kill me now. Please?]&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth pulls as hard as he can, but he's obviously getting weaker. He tries to &lt;br /&gt;  catch his breath discreetly.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth glares at him. "...Someone will find me before that time comes." Someone &lt;br /&gt;  /has/ to. Somebody cares that he's gone... right?&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth really hates being insecure sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] They would have to be smaaart to know where you are. *he waggled his finger, &lt;br /&gt;  his grin rather crocadilian.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] They must have a good idea, by now.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth really hopes so. He's also kind of not aware of the fact that Phoenix is &lt;br /&gt;  forced to be on his own.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth might still think Phoenix is in prison.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] I doubt it... *feels for a vein in the leg*&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth grits his teeth and tries to move his leg. Damn restraints. "They &lt;br /&gt;  suspected you and Gant /long/ before I vanished."&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] Maybe so, but can they do anything... - ah yes, there. *he marks the place &lt;br /&gt;  before he gets up, and collects the stew.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening is going to try to force-feed Edgeworth now&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth gets a spoon rammed in his mouth. Better than a finger at least. He makes &lt;br /&gt;  a surprised sound as he does, and.. well.. swallows the stew. Maybe it will kill him &lt;br /&gt;  faster.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] *it was probably good stew if it was warm, but now it's cold and lumpy.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth makes a face. He didn't expect it to taste good, really.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] Now eat all of it like a good little boy.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...If you untie me, I will.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening laughs. "Do you honestly believe I will do that?"&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] No, but I figured I would ask anyway.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth puts as much hate into his words as possible.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] So amusing... *he finishes forcing the stew down* But that defiance is so &lt;br /&gt;  irritating, I will have to stamp it right out of your very being. [like I shall do with &lt;br /&gt;  Zaberisk soon...] *he hurried moves to where he kept his noxious brews and concotions.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth miserably eats the stew. At least it's food. Bruno is watched... and oh &lt;br /&gt;  boy, he can just imagine what's going to come next.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening comes back with a little bottle, and a syringe.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is developing a twitch around needles. As if he didn't hate them before. &lt;br /&gt;  "What do you have in store for me today?"&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] That's for you to learn afterwards... *he giggled as he set it up*&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth scowls and tugs on his bindings. Either they will eventually break or his &lt;br /&gt;  arms will fall off from lack of circulation. Either way, he's /got/ to get out of here.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening grabs onto the man's foot, and jabs a needle in. "I would simply love to &lt;br /&gt;  test your very endurance, but Gant still wants you intact. hmmhmhm..." And he inserted the &lt;br /&gt;  needle - rather painlessly actually.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth still flinches. Mainly because he can't move. And because.. well.. he has &lt;br /&gt;  to brace himself for whatever is going to happen /now/. His heart is pounding with anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...How fortunate for me.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening watches Edgeworth with interest - in a few minutes the room will seem to get &lt;br /&gt;  quite warm.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] How do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth blinks. At the floor. And struggles against the bindings once more. And &lt;br /&gt;  tries to look entirely passive, but.. what the hell..&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ..Fine.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is rather uncomfortable and trying to hide it..&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening walks forward, and waggles his finger.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth flinches away from him. And ends up.. watching his finger.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] Liar - it would be so much better for you if you are being honest.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] But I guess lawyers are incapable of that.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...nnng.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] Some lawyers are also less... willing to trust psychopaths with their own &lt;br /&gt;  pharmacies.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth shifts his eyes off to the right. What was that? Probably the candle &lt;br /&gt;  flickering, but...&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening raises a hand, and smack. "You underestimate me,"&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is jerked to the side with the motion, and.. actually makes a bit of a &lt;br /&gt;  hissed noise, through clenched teeth. He's trembling a bit after, though.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] Did I hurt that much? *giggling*&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] *though = too&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is trying so hard to not flinch, to stop flinching, and trembling, and... &lt;br /&gt;  his eyes dart to the left now. "Damn you.."&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening giggles even louder. "Now it's doctor's order to listen to me." He is now &lt;br /&gt;  behind Edgeworth, and leaned closer, his voice ghosting against the man's ear&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth shudders a bit. Doesn't help the fact that he's /sweating/ now, extremely &lt;br /&gt;  uncomfortable, and trying hard not to look at anything.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening stomps the ground with his shoe.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth .../cries out/, and trembles even more.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth bites hard onto his bottom lip. Dammit, he knows it's not real, but..&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening does it again.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth cries out again, and tries to curl up, which is proven difficult with the &lt;br /&gt;  fact that he's tied up. "S-Stop it!"&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] And why should I?&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is trying to stop trembling. Because the earth isn't really shaking. And &lt;br /&gt;  there's not.. those voices. And the oxygen. He can breathe just fine. No need to &lt;br /&gt;  hyperventilate. ..dammit. "..B-Because. I.. I know.. it isn't real.." God he sounds so &lt;br /&gt;  terrified. If he wasn't doped out on drugs, he'd care more.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] Oh, but it is - It is real as long as I make it real. *he brushes a finger &lt;br /&gt;  tip against Edgeworth's chin, and then leaned in even closer. "Quite pretty for a lawyer &lt;br /&gt;  thought."&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth forces his eyes open and tries to pull his face back. He's still trembling.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] We're just going to have to break that!&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is also trying to speak. Or even /breathe/ right. "...nnng."&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening stomps yet again.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth cries out, again, and once again tenses up feebily. "S-Stop it! Leave my &lt;br /&gt;  father alone!"&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening stops, the smile widening - oh this is going to be good!&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is full blown out hallucinating now. Good job, jerk.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening stomps once again, enjoying this.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth cries out again. Although, not as loudly as before. He's trying to breathe &lt;br /&gt;  now. "I have to.. I have to save him. He.. my father..."&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening gently rubs Edgeworth's shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth whimpers a bit.. although he seems to calm down a little at that. If only &lt;br /&gt;  he was more aware of what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] I'll be here to keep you sa~fe. *he changed the pitch of his voice*&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth opens his eyes, and for a moment.. tries to focus on Bruno. But that &lt;br /&gt;  doesn't work too well, as everything distracts him quickly, so he squeezes his eyes shut &lt;br /&gt;  again.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth says, meekly. "You.. you can make it.. stop?"&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] I can make it stop, *He whispered right into Edgeworth's ear, and snickered*&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth swallows nervously. His heart is pounding, and the heat isn't helping. He &lt;br /&gt;  really can't take anymore 'earthquakes' right now. He's obviously frazzled. "...How?"&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] Oh, there is medicine for everything.</content>
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    <title>Gant Plot: Day 1 Investigation</title>
    <published>2007-08-01T12:28:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-01T12:28:28Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Phoenix_Wright PINs in. It had taken him a little bit to figure out the haiku -- &lt;br /&gt;  reflections, what? -- before his mind had wandered to bodies of water. And what was Gant &lt;br /&gt;  always talking about? Swimming. So. Here he is. He looks around, making sure nobody saw &lt;br /&gt;  him.&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *There is a pool. Since the sun is in the process of setting, it isn't as &lt;br /&gt;  crowded. Some kids are playing on the playgrounds but other then that it's a pool.*&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright pulls his hat down a little further and tries to be as unobvious as he can. &lt;br /&gt;  [All right, if I were Gant, where would I hide something?&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ]&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *The pool says nothing, because it is a pool. The setting sun makes the water &lt;br /&gt;  all pretty though, reflecting purples and oranges and whatnot. Waves are moving slightly &lt;br /&gt;  because the filter is still on.*&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Damn it, I don't like being out in public like this right now.  Chances &lt;br /&gt;  are he's put whatever he wants me to find somewhere horribly inconvenient.  Hmm...]&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright looks. [The lifeguard's chair, maybe? Or, hmm...]&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright peers at the lifeguard's chair as unobviously as he can. Trying NOT to be &lt;br /&gt;  nervous.&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *The chair stands tall, and some idiot forgot to lower the umbrella. Other than &lt;br /&gt;  that, there's nothing there.*&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Damnit.  Wait, let's think about this.  Maybe there's more to the haiku... &lt;br /&gt;  though something about looking too closely at the pool while there's kids here seem WAY &lt;br /&gt;  too suspect.  Ugh.]&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright decides to try the men's changing room.&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *The kids don't seem to care for whatever Phoenix is doing. However, the &lt;br /&gt;  parents are a different story. If they notice Phoenix lurking around, they might call the &lt;br /&gt;  police.*&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *The men's changing room is more or less abandoned. There's nobody in there, &lt;br /&gt;  minus the cleaning lady cleaning up.*&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [*sigh*  This is... better wait until she leaves before I look too &lt;br /&gt;  thoroughly.  There's gotta be some place around here where I can avoid looking too &lt;br /&gt;  obvious.]&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *The cleaning lady is cleaning away, and doesn't pay attention to much else. &lt;br /&gt;  She doesn't look very approachable.*&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *She's apparently used to working alone, however. There's various cleaning &lt;br /&gt;  things around, and.. is that a flashlight?*&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright blinks. [I really shouldn't...]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [...but on the other hand, I'm probably gonna need that more than she does.]&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *It's a shiny flashlight. You know you want to pilfer it.*&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright gives in and sticks it into a pocket when she's not looking.&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *The cleaning lady is also conveniently in a changing cubby, and misses it &lt;br /&gt;  entirely. Phoenix has obtained one flashlight!*&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [All right, spiffy.  Now what...]  *looks around for a good place to search &lt;br /&gt;  -- or at least hide out until everybody else has left*&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *The flashlight has a pretty strong light. However, this now means that Phoenix &lt;br /&gt;  runs the risk of drawing more attention to himself if he uses it. The kids are still &lt;br /&gt;  there, and food is still being cooked in the kitchen, although the crowd seems to be &lt;br /&gt;  dispersing. Dinner time? Or maybe it's getting too late.*&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *Some kids still remain on the playground, with their parents close by.*&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright turns it off for now. [All right. There's gotta be some sort of utility &lt;br /&gt;  closet or service area somewhere. That'd be a good place to wait until closing...] *walks &lt;br /&gt;  away as nonchalently as possible for a guy who's now a thief AND a fugitive*&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *Around Phoenix is the pool, changing rooms, dinner area, playground, pool &lt;br /&gt;  equipment room, and the place where lockers are rented out*&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright ducks into the pool equipment room -- or PINs in, if he has to, hoping &lt;br /&gt;  nobody notices him mysteriously disappearing.&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *The pool room... has a lot of crap, to put it eloquently. Apparently the night &lt;br /&gt;  people don't care too much about their jobs. Stuff is everywhere. The filter is located &lt;br /&gt;  here, and is a nice constant hum. It is also totally dark, which might lead to accidental &lt;br /&gt;  tripping hazards.*&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Well, let's hear it for standards in pool maintenance.]  *on goes the &lt;br /&gt;  flashlight, and he looks around*&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *Lots of tubes, assumingly for the vaccuum. There's also a skimmer. And bags of &lt;br /&gt;  chlorine, and other stuff.. It's not a very big area.*&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Let's see if I can find a decent place to hide out until the place closes.]&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *Phoenix could try to hide himself among the equipment, certainly. The filter's &lt;br /&gt;  pretty big. Just not a lot of walking space around it.*&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright ducks in there. [Shouldn't be too much longer.] He waits until he for &lt;br /&gt;  certain can't hear anybody wandering around out there.&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *It takes about.. maybe 15 more minutes before the children laughing are gone. &lt;br /&gt;  It also got a bit darker in that timeframe.*&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright gets up and moves when he decides it's safe -- but not before giving the &lt;br /&gt;  room one more quick scan with the flashlight for anything suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;* Soma_C has joined #gantplot&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *Nothing catches his eye except... well, there's a spider in an upper corner of &lt;br /&gt;  the room. It waves hello.*&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright blinks. Okay. He keeps the coordinates of this place in mind in case he has &lt;br /&gt;  to duck out again really quick, and PINs out. Heads back to the pool proper, light out.&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *The pool is still a pool, although it's quiet now. Voices are from the &lt;br /&gt;  restaurant, but it sounds like workers closing shop for the night.*&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Hmm... he wouldn't put it at the BOTTOM of the pool, would he?  But the &lt;br /&gt;  kids might've spotted it if he had.  Still, it's worth a shot.]  He shines the light on &lt;br /&gt;  the pool, trying to spot anything.&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *Depending on where he shines it, he might see the light go to the bottom of &lt;br /&gt;  the pool. However... there's something that reflects it back, somewhere by the filter.*&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] !&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Reflections of light... son of a bitch, he would do this to me.  Hmm.]&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright snaps his fingers. Of course. PINs back to the supply room, and returns a &lt;br /&gt;  bit later with one of the nets.&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *Phoenix now has a net.&amp;&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [All right, here we go...]  *he fishes around near the filter for whatever &lt;br /&gt;  was reflecting at him*&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *Annnd... he gets something, although.. it might seem a bit stuck.*&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *Phoenix definately catches whatever is reflecting in his net though.*&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Oh HELL no.  Come oooon]  *tries to maneuver it so it's UNSTUCK*&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *Whatever is holding the thing... snaps. And now there's something in Phoenix's &lt;br /&gt;  net.*&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Phew.]  *fishes it out*&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *Inside the net is a little blue jewel, a tear drop shape. It shines pretty in &lt;br /&gt;  whatever light it catches. There was a string tied to it at one point.. which might have &lt;br /&gt;  meant it was a necklace, or maybe had something else on it. But it is broken now.*&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright frowns and looks at it. [How odd...] He looks down at the water again, &lt;br /&gt;  seeing if there was something that came loose and is still down there.&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *Something is sticking out of the filter. Something that sort of reflects, too. &lt;br /&gt;  But not as much.*&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [...Damnit, apparently I really do have to go swimming here.]&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *The filter mouth isn't deep in the water. If Phoenix has a sort of balance, he &lt;br /&gt;  can reach for it without going in.*&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright looks around. If nobody's around, he pulls his hat off, pulls his shoes &lt;br /&gt;  off, counts to three, and dives in.&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *Okay, so Phoenix goes into the pool. The filter is one of those cemented in &lt;br /&gt;  ones, with the lip that moves periodically. Pulling on the gem apparently wedged something &lt;br /&gt;  inbetween the lip, and now it can't close all the way.*&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright tries to work it out, though he may have to come up for breath soon.&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *It is.. apparently a folded paper in a ziplock bag. Tied to the filter. The &lt;br /&gt;  string is the same sort of string used on the jewel though so it isn't that strong. The &lt;br /&gt;  filter makes gurgly noises that are quite audible.*&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright manages to untie it, and swims back to the surface, gasping.&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *Phoenix now has a piece of paper in a ziplock bag.*&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *A light by the pool flicks on, and someone is standing there, looking annoyed* &lt;br /&gt;  Hey! Pool's closed, buddy!&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [SHIT!]&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright is going to grab his hat and shoes and SKE-DADDLE via PIN.&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *The guy is left... utterly confused, but he puts back the net and the &lt;br /&gt;  flashlight.*&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *Phoenix now has a pretty gem and a piece of paper.*&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *In a bag.*&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright is back in his room -- a cheap affair, cash only, no questions asked. He &lt;br /&gt;  goes to dry off and change clothing, first -- that was not fun.&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *The gem would mention that it has been underwater for quite a while now, but &lt;br /&gt;  it can't gripe.*&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright comes back, in better shape and with a towel on his head, and opens the bag &lt;br /&gt;  to read the note.&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *Its a piece of paper. Slightly waterlogged, with some of the ink bleeding. &lt;br /&gt;  It's also kind of soggy, but the words can be read still. It says: Life, death, and &lt;br /&gt;  rebirth / Transform without adherence / To one's own mistakes.*&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright furrows his brow. [What's this supposed to mean...?]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [I wonder if Mia would know...]&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *The paper offers nothing else, unfortunately. Although the gem is pretty.*&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright pulls his PIN out, and begins texting the following: [Mia: Got next clue; &lt;br /&gt;  some teardrop blue crystal and haiku. figure maybe you might have idea.] He adds the text &lt;br /&gt;  of the haiku and waits.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Kurain, maybe?  But does he even know about that place?]&lt;br /&gt;* Mia[gone] will receive said text message while in the process of checking out all those &lt;br /&gt;  bogus coordinates. He'll get a message back shortly. [Wright, I have my guesses on what &lt;br /&gt;  this means. Shall I meet up with you, or it is still not safe?]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [dont know.  if he has some sort of nexus tech that lets him spy it might &lt;br /&gt;  not be safe, sorry.  but id like your ideas.]&lt;br /&gt;[Mia[gone]] [...I can't tell you much about the gem without looking at it myself. But if it &lt;br /&gt;  was with the note, the two might be connected in some way. As for the haiku...] She pauses &lt;br /&gt;  for a moment. [It might be talking about the concept of karma, or possibly even a type of &lt;br /&gt;  reincarnation.]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [reincarnation?  like buddhists and stuff?]&lt;br /&gt;[Mia[gone]] [Perhaps. I'm just talking stabs at it, but it sounds like something on those &lt;br /&gt;  lines. Life, Death, Rebirth. They all sound similar to those ideals.]&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright continues to stare at the paper. [Life... death... and rebirth...]&lt;br /&gt;[Mia[gone]] [Something else bothers me...Edgeworth's final words at one point was about &lt;br /&gt;  'death'. Could that be a connection of sorts? Maybe the note refers to him?]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [!  i hadnt thought about that... the note that declared his death was &lt;br /&gt;  found in his office.]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [And he came back a much better man from that...]&lt;br /&gt;[Mia[gone]] [Maybe his office holds some clues? That's just another guess, Wright.]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [all right.  going there.  will try to contact again in a couple hours.]&lt;br /&gt;[Mia[gone]] [...I understand. I hope I've been able to help you.]&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [yeah thanks.  good luck on your end.]&lt;br /&gt;[Mia[gone]] [That's a wasted statement, just so you know. Talk to you soon.]&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright pulls his hat on. His hair isn't try yet, but it's already starting to &lt;br /&gt;  spike and he's not taking any chances. He scans for Edgeworth's office with his PIN, gets &lt;br /&gt;  the coordinates, and PINS there.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] *dry&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *Phoenix arrives in Edgeworth's office. The High Prosecutor's office is about &lt;br /&gt;  the same as it always is: very orderly, very clean, very magenta. The chess table with the &lt;br /&gt;  pieces are still there, and comedically still show the spikey haired pieces losing.*&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Boy, talk about wishful thinking...]&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright goes over to his desk. [It was here the note was left, according to the man &lt;br /&gt;  who originally found it...]&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *Edgeworth's desk is still very reflective, even if it's rather dark out. If &lt;br /&gt;  Phoenix goes around by where the chair is, he might notice something... odd. It almost &lt;br /&gt;  looks like there's a faint glow from one of the drawers.*&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [...what the hell is that?] *goes to open it*&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *Inside the drawer, set neatly on whatever is inside... is a feather. A glowing &lt;br /&gt;  feather. A feather that is glowing red, orange and yellow. A piece of paper is tied to the &lt;br /&gt;  stem of it.*&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *The feather.. might look familiar to Phoenix, actually.*&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [What?  This... this isn't something that's found in this world!] *peers at &lt;br /&gt;  the paper, but can't read too well in the dark*&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *The feather seems to glow a bit more, but it's still rather dark. The words &lt;br /&gt;  are probably not going to be read unless a light is turned on.*&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright turns a lamp on and tries to read.&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] ((lulz, technical difficulties, plz stand by. *beeep*))&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *The paper, if the words can be made out, read: Gathered carefully, / Yellow &lt;br /&gt;  blossoming outward, / A gift for a loss.*&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [*sigh* Riddles and more riddles.  Well, I'd better get out of here before &lt;br /&gt;  security comes or something.]  *turns the lamp off&lt;br /&gt;[GantPlotGM] *The office is entirely dark again.*&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright makes sure things are mostly as they were before PINning back to the room &lt;br /&gt;  again.</content>
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    <title>OOC: RP Pimpage</title>
    <published>2007-07-31T03:12:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-31T03:12:10Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">So yeah, a friend of mine and I are trying to start up a pure-Phoenix Wright RP, LJ based, and we need a few more characters before we can start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ad and game info is behind the cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v619/jupiterscans/turnabout_header.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="600" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;TURNABOUT RPG&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a game based ace attorney rpg&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PREMISE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year is 2016. The place? Los Angeles, California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the second most populated city in the United States, there is always something going on. Movie premieres, sporting events...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...murders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The law needs to be upheld, and justice needs to be served. Enter Phoenix Wright, a rookie defense attorney just out of law school. Drawing public attention from his first victory, Phoenix finds himself involved in cases of growing complexity, almost as colorful as the clients themselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game focuses on that. The trials, the interactions, the lives of every character both inside and outside of the courtroom. What are their home lives like? What do they do for fun, when they are not being witnesses to a murder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turnabout RPG is a primarily LiveJournal RPG which follows the stories of the Phoenix Wright games. While the game very closely follows the gathering of evidence and the proceedings of specific trials, they often leave other scenes out. Who else visited Edgeworth while he was in detention? Were all of April May's assignments to trail Mia completely successful -- and if not, what kind of backlash did she take for it? What were Gregory Edgeworth and Manfred von Karma's interactions before that fateful Christmas Eve like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game will follow the logical progression of the cases from the games, adding scenes and expanding on the given material, all while sticking extra and original cases in. Creativity is a must here, and there's always room for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're a brand-new community looking for players! Many parts are still open, from well-known characters to the more obscure. Please stop by and give it a look! Any questions can be addressed either to the questions link below or emailed &lt;a href="mailto:turnabout.mods@gmail.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://turnabout-mods.livejournal.com/828.html"&gt;application&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://turnabout-mods.livejournal.com/1188.html"&gt;taken characters&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://turnabout-mods.livejournal.com/1900.html"&gt;reservations&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://turnabout-mods.livejournal.com/1638.html"&gt;questions?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>Gant Plot: End of Day 1, Log #2</title>
    <published>2007-07-29T11:47:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-29T11:48:52Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[Bruno_G] Aaaah, gooood evening Edgeworth, are we comfortable, hmm?&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth was left alone after Gant decided to pull his hair some more. The ex-chief is gone, and now Miles is alone.. again. He says nothing when he hears Bruno, and glares at the floor. At least Gant took the paper away.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_G] You should answer when a Doctor asks about your well-being. *he spread his hands out before he moved to light a lantern as he closed the door.*&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_G approaches, setting the lantern on a hook above them, it was dark outside - and the hood on the lantern on top was wide - limiting the extend of where the light hits.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth mutters something in German. It sounds very hateful and mean... then again, German is a mean sounding language anyway.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth raises his head to glare at Bruno, though, sort of peering at him from under his bangs.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_G] Tch, tch - such vicious language - now if you behavior, this will got much better. *he adjusted the lantern hood - light glaring into the eyes, lights gleaming off a metal tray with an assortment of small surgical tools and various little vials and syringes.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_G] *most however were only there for show, but Bruno believes he needed not to know this little detail.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth squints his eyes shut. His poor retinas. Managing to force his eyes open a tiny bit.. he catches sight of the tools.. and tugs on his restraints for the zillionth time that day. "What do you intend on doing with those?"&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is stubborn and trying to sound unbothered by all this.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_G] It's a little experiment I've been wanting to replicate on a different sort of subject. *He tubs on the man's hair, noting it's very curious shade, and he yanked a few strands free.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth winces a bit. Dammit, why his hair? Couldn't they not bother his hair..&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_G] What and interesting shade - almost the color a man overcome with horror would earn in a night's time. *he places the hairs in a small glass tube.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth scowls. "It has always been that way." His hair was pretty. Jerk.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth tugs again against his bindings. "Well, now that you have that.. I can leave, right?" Dryly, of course. He didn't expect as much.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_G] Even better - *he took a syringe, his back turned so the man couldn't see this* You know, I've been working on a little... formula you could say, and one of my subjects has taken to it quite readily, but he a weak and callow sort - now as for someone of your obvious fire... *he jerks the man's jaw up, leaving the throat exposed.*&lt;br /&gt;• Miles_Edgeworth widens his eyes and grips at his chair. "...!" Oh god he hates needles to begin with and that was certainly something and oh god.. His neck muscles clench a bit as he tries, against Bruno's hand, to protect his exposed neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_G presses the needle close to his throat, undeterred by the strubble push, but he removes it a few seconds later, pressing the syringe elsewere pricking - but not injecting - being deliberate, often times murmuring "This vein? or would you rather have it all at once here?"&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth clenches his jaw, trembling a bit. He hates being screwed around with. He glares at Bruno, since he can't see what he's doing.. but he keeps wanting to flinch.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_G finally injects it into a vein on Edgeworth's right arm. "Now that wasn't so bad, shall I give you little bit of caramel for being such a good boy?" He mocked Miles, his grin was less then pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth cringes and squints his eyes shut, feeling the needle pierce his.. arm. Well, that could have been worse. Didn't make it more enjoyable. "..Are you finished now?"&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_G] Now yet, I will have to observe the effects, Do you feel cold at all? Uncomfortable? ...Scared?&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth should be used to having random chemicals shoved into his body without his concent by now. Although.. his head feels a bit weird. He blinks a few times. [Great... /now/ what?] "Of course not.. I have..." He swallows sharply. "I have.. nothing to be..." He pauses. "I... I don't want to die.."&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_G threw his head back, and giggled loudly, his hands clasped together. "Very good," His now genuine grin is bared, and it seemed even worse then his constant smirks and sneers.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is staring at the floor, eyes wide. [What.. what the hell did he do to me?]&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_G] Now then, what are you the most afraid of right now? You can tell me, I won't tell A N Y O N E&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth clenches his eyes shut, almost as if he's trying to fight something. "...I don't want anything to happen to Wright."&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_G] How important is this... a-hem, man to you? *he is hoping to get something very scandalous to hold over his head, and possible Gant's if it's that good.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth squirms in his chair. "He's.. a good friend of mine. The first real friend I ever really had. I'd do anything for him."&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_G tsks, this wasn't exactly what he was hoping for - but close enough. "Anyone else?"&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth was being honest. Might have worded the question wrong there, Bruno. "My.. girlfriend."&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_G notes a girlfriend - not doubt Gant would know about that, so he didn't persue that line of questioning. "Doesn't it feel so nice to be so open to us, hmmm?"&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth scowls. "..Yes." God why can't he shut himself up.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_G giggles once more. "Bearing your soul is quite something new for you isn't it? And I feel so honored that you decided to share with me," His voice just oozed with malice, his sing-song manner of speaking more pronounced.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_G] Now then, how do you exactly feel about Phoenix?&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth grumbles towards the floor. "...It is. I don't trust people at home." The question that comes next.. makes him squint his eyes shut again. Now he wants to cry. "I care about him a lot. He's.. my best friend, anyway. Well, I think he is. I don't think he views me the same way." [Dammit, dammit, dammit.]&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_G] Now why would you say that?&lt;br /&gt;• Miles_Edgeworth takes a deep breath. "Because I'm a jerk, and I push people away because I don't want them getting too close." Earthquake now, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_G] Now we're getting someplace. *he cackled now*&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth looks somewhat murderous right now.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_G] A jerk? Arrogant sure... but a jerk? Why would you say that? *he looked down at Edgeworth, lips curled up, his eyes glinting - their mismatched colors more pronounced at this angle and this light.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ....I am mean to a lot of people. More than I should be.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth tries to move away from Bruno. God he's creepy.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_G] Elaborate for me.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...I like ordering people around. I like everything being done my way, and I get annoyed when anything falls short of my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth glares at Bruno. The hatred in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_G] Do you get a thrill out of it? Out of being a le petite tyrant? *he leans closer, the man reminds him so much of Zaberisk that it almost sickens him.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth wants to punch Bruno so badly. "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_G takes advantage of Edgeworth's inability to do so. "Now then, you are familiar with Zaberisk, hmm?"&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...Yes, well.. I have not known him very long, but I view him as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_G] Has he mentioned anything that he wouldn't wish for me to know?&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_G] I won't let him know you said a thing.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth hates being so... open about himself. And it shows, especially because he can't control it. And now... Bruno wants him to betray his friends. How cute. "He doesn't like you very much."&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_G] That much is certain, but anything he wanted to hide from me?&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...He... is trying to learn more about alchemy.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_G 's smile is one of the cat that ate the canary, and her chicks.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth kind of looks like he wants to cry again.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_G] How cute, he believes he can tackle something like that - with his intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...He is not an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_G] True - but he does not have the compacity to understand, and to think - commiting to arts hat gets a man killed here...&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] [So... I'm in Mr. Zaberisk's world..]&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_G] You help me so much.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth nngs a bit and looks away.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_G] And It's been wonderful to listen to you bearing your soul out.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...I am sure it has been.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_G pats Edgeworth on the head.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth glares up at Bruno, after he's done being mocked anyway.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_G] It must be so exhausting to get those things off your chest - I really should leave you in here, in the dark to rest. *giggling*&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth struggles a bit. Why can't they be just a little looser...&lt;br /&gt;* octopus has quit IRC (Exit:  )&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_G blows out the candle.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is in total darkness once again. Wonderful.</content>
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    <title>Gant Plot: Day 1, Narrative</title>
    <published>2007-07-26T16:45:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-29T11:43:09Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is lucky that Gant found a room such as the one he left the prosecutor in. It is a dark room, lacking windows, except for a few stray rays of sunlight that never reach the far room. It would keep him disoriented, and also keep him from figuring out anything about where he was. Humming to himself, with a newspaper tucked under his arm, he headed for the room, and approached the chair, pausing only to flick on the bright spotlight. "Wakey, wakey, Worthy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't like Miles was &lt;i&gt;sleeping&lt;/i&gt; or anything. He had terrible nightmares normally, and being tied to a chair and force-fed various unknown drugs, as well as various other stressors did not help in promoting peaceful slumber. He managed to doze here and there but once the numbing sedative wore off his body ached from being tied up. His head remains tilted forward as his eyes squint, forced to adjust from pitch black to brightness. The light &lt;i&gt;hurts&lt;/i&gt;, but slowly his eyes come to focus. Miles doesn't offer Gant a response, and after a while he looks away, as if bored by the ex-chief's presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silence hangs for a while. Gant stares at Miles, trying to make him uncomfortable for those drawn out sentences, but he knows that Miles is.. different. But that is what will make this fun. "I hope these accomodations are suited to your liking, Worthy. I wouldn't want your stay here to be... uncomfortable." He grins a bit, crouching down in front of him, resting his folded arms across Miles' lap. He knows everyone's weaknesses, after all. And Edgeworth's is fun... especially since the prosecutor works so hard to maintain such a stoic exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles tenses a bit against his restraints, watching Gant with his sharp grey eyes. He isn't going to give Gant anything of what he wants, knowing full well the procedures of intimidating people. It is a slim hope, but maybe Gant will get bored eventually, and leave him alone. And then... well.. Miles could try to figure out what to do. There has to be a way out of.. wherever he is, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gant looks up at Miles, which is a bit hard considering the prosecutor is trying to ignore him. "Well, I was going to save this for a special occasion, but since you are so set on not talkingg to me, I suppose I'll let you read it." He stands up, dusting off the bright orange pants of his suit, and drops the newspaper in Edgeworth's lap. It remains folded in half, but part of the page shows up - the part that has the article Gant wants Miles to be aware about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prosecutor glares at him. He's really not in the mood for games. He has nothing to say to Gant, not only out of stubbornness but if he keeps his mouth shut he can't drug him, although curiousity causes his dark eyes to lower to the newspaper. "...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and for a second, Miles feels his heart stop, which also betrays too much on his expression... which is realized too late. "...What is this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect. Just the reaction he wanted to see. Gant smiles, keeping his eyes on Miles' face. Even inhuman prosecutors had weaknesses, too, and it brings him joy watching this one especially. "Oh, don't you remember?" He pauses, tugging on his hair. "I suppose you wouldn't, after all.. you were sleeping quite soundly through it all." The pauses are deliberate, intending on drawing it out as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles stares at Gant, eyes wide. His body is trembling again, but now it's not only out of anger: it's out of fear as well. He knows his mask was broken, the surprise that rests on his face subduing to faint anger. "Dammit, Gant. You..." The words couldn't come, and Miles is forced to dealing with feeling so... helpless. It's something he's dealt with often in the Nexus, but now.. is something completely different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... it is personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article shows a little snippet on Phoenix Wright, the famed defense attorney, being arrested for the murder of Miles Edgeworth, the famed (and feared) prosecutor. It talks briefly about their rivalry, about both of their histories, and how Phoenix was the one to soil Edgeworth's perfect record. "We didn't do anything to him. We just set up the scene, and the police did the rest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles scoffs faintly, keeping his head low. The photos.. it has to be a fake. It &lt;i&gt;has&lt;/i&gt; to be. "Nobody would believe that Wright could kill me." Phoenix lacks the ability to kill &lt;i&gt;anyone&lt;/i&gt;, but that is left unsaid. "If our histories played a role, it should be &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; shooting &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;." Which isn't likely, either. Miles forgave Phoenix, and was actually appreciative of it.. once he got over his mid-life crisis at 24, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gant leans against a wall, watching Edgeworth as he folds his arms and shrugs. "That is true. After all.. the police department will certainly find the truth, right?" A small amount of salt placed: Gant knows that Miles has &lt;i&gt;no faith&lt;/i&gt; in the police department, and the prosecutor reacts by falling silent and glaring at the newspaper. "Or maybe.. they won't look into it at all. Nobody seems too eager to deal with cases involving you, Worthy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles tugs on his restraints once more. It couldn't be true. There is no way that Phoenix would actually be found guilty for a crime he didn't commit. Especially because he wasn't &lt;i&gt;dead&lt;/i&gt;. The police... they couldn't be &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; stupid... And yet, Miles can feel his heart sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gant walks over and brings his face close to Edgeworth's, keeping his face neutral in the process. "Such a shame. To think if you killed yourself like your note said you did, you wouldn't bring such suffering to everyone around you." The prosecutor clenches his jaw and glares at Gant, to which the ex-chief lightly cups his hand around Edgeworth's chin and grins a bit. "Or... does it not matter to you who dies around you, so long as you stay alive?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles mutters a swear in German, which is enough to cause Gant to laugh once more, and let go of his face with a rough shove to the side. The prosecutor tries to calm himself down, even if tugging on the restraints is the first thing on his mind. His heart is pounding, he knows he has to get out of here.. but how? There's panic welling within him, and it's making it hard to think. Phoenix was in prison because of him.. It was a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't matter what happens to him, anymore. As long as Phoenix was alright... and Phoenix &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to be. He'd find a way out of this, right? Especially since... Miles is so useless. Even though he shouldn't let it, Gant's words sink in. They did hold some truth to them, after all. If only he wasn't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but.. no! That couldn't be true! Although those he considered close tended to deal with a lot... it wasn't because they knew him. He wasn't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles feels sick, and his insecurities aren't helping. All he can manage to do is glare at Gant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gant laughs again, grabbing Miles by his hair and tugging his face upwards, away from the paper with Phoenix's face on it, and forces him to look at the ex-chief. "I'll be certain to keep you posted, Worthy. At least until Wrighto's found guilty, anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles tries to pull his head away, clenching his jaw once more, the rage settling in his icy grey eyes. "And then what? Then what are you going to do with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gant grins a little, and lets go of his hair, stepping back enough to pull out the little vial Bruno gave him. "That isn't for me to decide, Worthy. I don't interfere with those who are already dead." He places a couple drops on his finger after removing one of his gloves, being mindful of the instructions Bruno left him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles didn't need to be told twice: he &lt;i&gt;knows&lt;/i&gt; what is coming, and he fights with whatever energy he has all the same. "Damn you.. you are not getting away with this.." &lt;i&gt;Someone&lt;/i&gt; has to save Phoenix, for all the friends that he has.. even if it couldn't be Miles himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You need to save your energy, Worthy." Gant chides, sliding the vial away and cupping Edgeworth's chin once again. "After all, we can't have you dying before we want you to, after all." With eyes narrowed, Edgeworth tries to keep his jaw shut.. but a sharp squeeze to his face, as Gant saw Bruno do the night before, allowed him to push his medicated fingers in the prosecutor's mouth with a strangled protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a struggle, for only a few seconds, before the medication takes affect and Miles is released to slump against the back of the chair once more. His breathing slows as well as he's consciously sedated, and Gant moves his head so he's looking down at the newspaper still in his lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gant laughs as he walks over to wash his hands, before heading for the door again. "Hold onto that newspaper for me, would you, Worthy? I'll be back for it later." With a wave, he leaves the room, leaving Edgeworth medicated, numb, and with his pessimistic thoughts.</content>
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    <title>Gant Plot: Day Zero, Log #1</title>
    <published>2007-07-26T07:47:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-29T11:50:02Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is standing in the middle of an alley way. It's dark, and rather late, and there isn't much along the lines of street lights. He is a bit confused, as the PINpoint coordinates sent to him is this location.. right? He didn't make a mistake.. the message told him to come here, but he'll check anyway.. And where is Wright, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright appears, shortly. He's looking at a note in his hand, still rather puzzled about the choice of destination. Couldn't he have just met him at home? And what could be so important that they had to meet immediately anyway? Maybe about the tabloid? Still, here he is.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth looks over at Phoenix a moment as he arrives, masking his annoyance well. Well, he's tired, sure, but he never sleeps anyway. "You're late." He chides a little. Seriously, who sends a message and shows up after the person sent for arrives?&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Um, sorry.  Had a few things to wrap up first.  What did you want to see me about, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is quiet for a moment. There is confusion on his face, but in the dark its hard to see. "I was under the impression that you wanted to speak with me."&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright blinks. "What? What're you talking about? You're the one that sent me the note, I thought..." He waves the note in the air a little, confusion MUCH more visibly on his own face. That's Phoenix for you.&lt;br /&gt;[Gumshoe] *there's shadowy forms close by, and something was raised*&lt;br /&gt;* Gumshoe is now known as Shadowfigures&lt;br /&gt;* Shadowfigures fired a gun, down an alleyway close by.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ?!&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] You hear that?&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...Yes, I did.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is going to walk over and investigate.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] Edgeworth, be careful...&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth cautiously approaches the alleyway where the gunshot came from. Because he's a genious and is unarmed.&lt;br /&gt;* Shadowfigures crept up behind Phoenix, there's something slightly damp and soft in their hands as they go to quickly cover Phoenix's nose and mouth.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ?!&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright struggles. Oh God, chloroform, he's going to... agh...&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is looking down the alleyway. "...Hello? Is everything alright?" Don't shoot the prosecutor, please. He's too pretty to die.&lt;br /&gt;* Shadowfigures steadied him as he checked his Partner's direction, who too was setting up for a similar strike.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright is slumped, and useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth walks down a bit and.. stares at the ground. There's a lot of blood.. and most certainly a body. "..Wright! We have to call the police!" He pauses a moment, and turns, heading back... and finding nobody there. "...Wright?" Another shadowy figure grabs him from behind, in a similar fashion, clamping a rag over his mouth. He mumbles something, to which causes Edgeworth to struggle that much more.. before he's dragged back down the alleyway.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is now known as Damon_Gant&lt;br /&gt;* Shadowfigures is now known as Bruno_Glening&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ((back dow))&lt;br /&gt;[Damon_Gant] *back down the alleyway.&lt;br /&gt;[Damon_Gant] ((Stupid IRC limits yerg.))&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant stuffs the rag in his pocket as he crouches over the unconscious prosecutor. "Not very bright, as usual, are you, Worthy?" He hums a little, and works on undressing the prosecutor in the dark. Not too much, just his overcoat, his suit jacket, and his cravat.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening murmurs about this being too easy as he drops Phoenix as planned, and places the gun in Phoenix's hand. "Far too easy."&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant dresses up the 'dead' body and sets it at a nice distance. He even knows how to poke the wound so it bleeds more. God, Gant needs another hobby.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening pockets the gloves he was wearing, and moves to check on Gant's progress careful not to distrub their carefully laid out scene, just admiring the thoroughness of it all.&lt;br /&gt;[Damon_Gant] I told you it would be, Glenny. We don't have much time before the police arrive.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] Riight, this is so fascinating - but we shall talk when we leave, yes?&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant stands up as well, and looks about the scene thoughtfully, before he clasps his hands together. "Oh yes, of course. Let's bring our new companion along first.. I will see you there." He hums a bit once more, before he walks over to pick up Edgeworth, just enough so the unconscious prosecutor was over his shoulder. Gant discards his PINpoint and PINs out with Edgeworth's. He certainly heard about that little 'device' that was being made.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening grabs the note from Phoenix just as he was about PIN point out, better not leave this little piece behind!&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant is now known as RandomPolice&lt;br /&gt;* RandomPolice are approaching the alleyway, with sirens that are progressively getting louder. Looks like someone called the police.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening is now known as Gumshoe&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright slowly comes to. There's a sick feeling in his stomach; partly, this is due to the chloroform, but also from the vague memory that the LAST time he was chloroformed, he got a letter carved into him. His hand instinctively curls around... something? What...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright pushes himself upwards. [What... well, I'm still here... not in the Clinics... what...]&lt;br /&gt;* RandomPolice approaches, which means sirens are louder now. There are even lights towards the end of the alleyway, which means there might be a cop car parked there.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright looks at what his hand is curled around -- and gasps, dropping it. Gun oh god oh god oh god...&lt;br /&gt;* Gumshoe is with the rest of the Police - there were tape, and men taking photos. He turned into the Alley, and despite being a veteran in the force, he let out a loud, startled gasp. "Mr...e-e-Edgeworth?!"&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ?!&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] [Edgeworth?  What?]&lt;br /&gt;* Gumshoe storms right out, and then he saw Phoenix, then he glanced back to the Alley then to Phoenix, torn between utter confusion - not a new look for him, and fierce rage.&lt;br /&gt;* RandomPolice don't seem to care who he is. Phoenix is a suspect, and there is a body on the ground, so one steps forward to arrest him. At least he reads him his rights.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] De...Detective?  What... what's going on?  *sudden shock*  Edgeworth!  Edgeworth, what happened to him?!  We heard a gunshot...&lt;br /&gt;[Gumshoe] He's dead. *he slumps*&lt;br /&gt;* Gumshoe gives Phoenix 'please tell me you didn't shoot him' expression.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright turns pale. "D...dead? Edgeworth... Edgeworth is..."&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright barely even hears his rights being read to him.&lt;br /&gt;* RandomPolice split off a bit. Some start roping off the area, trying to keep the body from being touched or anything. And indeed, the body looks like Edgeworth... hard to tell right now, since it's dark and the victim was shot in the face at close range.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright stares at the body. [This... it has to be a dream, right? Edgeworth... he was all right before... he's...]&lt;br /&gt;* Gumshoe swallowed. "Look - what the hell happened here?" His voice is uneven.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] I... don't know...&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright feels numb. [Edgeworth... he's dead, he's dead, it can't be real...]&lt;br /&gt;* RandomPolice take pictures and start gathering evidence with their little flashlights. The officer handcuffing Phoenix begins leading him to the car.&lt;br /&gt;* Gumshoe turns from Phoenix as another detective shows him a note they placed in an evidence bag. "Why would Phoenix...?" He muttered to himself.&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright is led to the car, in too much of a state of shock and disbelief to really struggle. Somehow he hears his whole life crashing down around him.&lt;br /&gt;* Gumshoe has his back turned to Phoenix now as he now barks orders to the men to gather up evidence, close off the area - and to make sure no one gets in without proper authority!&lt;br /&gt;* RandomPolice Officer pushes Phoenix into the back seat of the car and shuts the door. The rest of the officers scatter about, doing as their told. The officer who cuffed Phoenix walks up to Gumshoe. "I'm going to lead him down for questioning. You got everything here under control?"&lt;br /&gt;[Gumshoe] Yea, everything's locked down tight, make sure you get as much as you can, got it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* RandomPolice Officer nods. "Yes, detective." He walks over and gets into the driver's side of the car and climbs inside. A glance is given to Phoenix, somewhat disapproving, before he begins to drive the attorney towards the precinct.&lt;br /&gt;[Phoenix_Wright] ...&lt;br /&gt;* Gumshoe paces the scene, trying not to sob. "What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;* RandomPolice have secured the scene. Pictures are being taken of the body, caution tape is strewn about, and people are starting to peer out their windows trying to see what's going on. "Looks like he was shot, sir."&lt;br /&gt;* RandomPolice Officer looks up, crouched down by the victim.&lt;br /&gt;* RandomPolice Officer driving one of the cop vehicles drives Phoenix down to the police department, and pulls up to it, turning off the car. Taking his sweet ol' time, he gets out of the car, walks around to open up Phoenix's door, and pulls him out of the car.&lt;br /&gt;* Gumshoe examines the victim, it's defintively Edgeworth's clothes. "Well I can see that!" He snapped at the officer. "...Sorry."&lt;br /&gt;* Phoenix_Wright is pulled. At this point, it's taking all he can to mentally rally himself -- not to mention get his vision back. [Okay... okay. You can do this. You can explain it. You were unconscious, right? ...not that THAT ever stopped the LAPD...]&lt;br /&gt;* RandomPolice Officer blinks, and looks down at the body, before he frowns and looks down. "S-Sorry, sir." Some are getting ready to move the body back for autopsy.&lt;br /&gt;[Gumshoe] How soon will we get the Ballistics report?&lt;br /&gt;* Gumshoe is fidgeting in place.&lt;br /&gt;[RandomPolice] We can get it by early tomorrow, sir. Hopefully by the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;* RandomPolice Officer takes Phoenix inside for questioning. After that, he treats Phoenix to nice new prison clothes and a nice comfy cell. Once the evidence is analyzed, more questioning will follow, but since he's the only suspect so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth has joined #gantplot&lt;br /&gt;* RandomPolice is now known as Damon_Gant&lt;br /&gt;* Gumshoe is now known as Bruno_Glening&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant PINs in to a quaint little room with a chair and a spotlight set up, kind of like an interrogation room. He's still humming, looking rather cheerful, as he sort of flops the unconscious prosecutor into the chair and works on tying his arms.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening practically twitters as he examines his lab coat, content the vials are still in there.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is quite unconscious. He lacks any sort of chemical tolerance, really.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] Ah, out cold - *holds up Edgeworth's head via his hair, tsking.&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant finishes and steps back to admire his work. He grins. "I suppose it was too much for ol' Worthy to handle. It doesn't matter, really."&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] He'll wake up soon... though I may have something to arouse him much quicker if you would like. *he glasped his hands together, giggling*&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth sort of 'nnngs' at having his hair pulled. It hurts, and his body registers pain.. but he's still too far out to do much else.&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant adjusts his sunglasses, tilting his head curiously. "My word, Glenny, you are certainly a curious sort. Yes, I would!" And Gant hopes it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening pulls out a very foul-smelling substance, and waves it under Edgeworth's nose at first, before tilting his head back, and forcing him to swallow.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is woken up quite nicely at that. As if the smell wasn't enough to cause him to stir, having it go down his throat causes him to cough and gag and.. wake up. Sorta. Now he's in a half dazed stupor of half blurred vision. And there is orange in front of him and a nasty taste in his mouth. "...Huh? What..." Oh god the taste.&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant laughs. "Rise and shine, Worthy~!"&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] It's time to be a good man and do as we say.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is trying to register this. There's someone else.. Bruno receives a good squint from Edgeworth, before he looks up at Gant. And he's trying to process this. Really. "...Where is Wright?"&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening looks thoughtful as Edgeworth wakes up. "Not pleasant isn't it? But that is how medicine works most time."&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is fighting the urge to gag and/or vomit. Such a stupid question is ignored for now.&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant tugs on his hair. "Oh, you don't need to worry about him. He's in good hands now."&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening nods in agreement. "As you are too in excellent hands."&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth becomes focused enough to glare at Gant. And clench his fists. And... he realizes he's tied to a chair. Okay, that confuses him for a moment.. But he can't punch either of them in the face. So he glares at Bruno. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is totally freaked out, but too stubborn to show it.&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant tugs on his hair a moment, before looking to Bruno. "His usefulness will be done in a few days. After that, he's certainly yours, like we promised."&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] ...&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] Excell~ent... &lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth tugs on his restraints. Hard. "What? I'm not..." Urrrg. If only he was stronger.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth is trembling, although it's mainly out of anger. "Untie me at once."&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] Ah, but you are. Oh - we'll be killing two birds with one stone, Damon.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth also hates being ignored.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] [Two... birds? Oh god, if they hurt Wright...]&lt;br /&gt;[Damon_Gant] Ahh yes, but it is too early for much to be done now. Most of the excitement happens tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant leeans in to peer at Edgeworth closely with a grin. "You're gonna help me out again. You should feel honored, Worthy~."&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening nods. "Of course, our 'patient' here does need his rest." He's grinning quite happily. "And I made sure my meddlesome underling will have no idea what is happening."&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth flinches a little and leans back. "You are completely insane if you think I am going to help you with anything." He tugs on the ropes again. Urge to punch Gant.. rising..&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening pulls out another vial, and looks to Gant with a questioning look.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth looks over at Bruno, and tugs more. Because he hates doctors and hospitals to begin with. And the vial just.. ohshit. "Wait a second.. Don't.." Oh god needles. "Don't you dare.."&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant stares at Edgeworth a moment, before he laughs and steps back. "He's all yours, Glenny."&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth tugs harder, although weakly. And he tries to remain steely expression but.. his eyes land helplessly on the vial.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening uncaps it, placing a few dabs on his fingertips, coming closer. "Now, now - it'll make things all better," He cooed as his other hand forces the jaws open.&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant watches with amusement and fascination.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth squeezes his eyes shut and tries to pull his head away, protesting as much as he could.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening places the wet fingertips in, the concotion on them is quite sweet, like brown sugar, with a dab of something strange.&lt;br /&gt;[Miles_Edgeworth] *while being tied to a chair, anyway&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth gets Bruno's fingers in his mouth. Which is actually disgusting. He emits a sort of strangled sound since Bruno's fingers go in pretty far, and for a moment considers biting his fingers. Or trying to. Except.. he's starting to feel oddly tingly.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth slumps back against the chair a bit.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening grins as he removes his fingers, and goes to wash them. "Now there will be no more childish outbursts."&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant looks like a child on Christmas. He wanders over to Edgeworth again and peers at him with a look of glee on his face. "Fascinating."&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth nngs. That's about.. all he can do, really.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth also has his head kind of tilted since he's all tingly and stoned, more or less, and manages to somewhat glare weakly at the two.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] I can give you more to use if he acts up while I'm at work.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth might look like he wants to throw up again. He 'nnngs' again in protest.&lt;br /&gt;[Damon_Gant] Oh, yes. I will definately put it to good use, if you can spare some.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening tosses the closed vial at him. "Only a few drops at a time,"&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant catches it, and looks it over curiously. "What happens if I use more than that?"&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] He'll be rendered comatose.&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] And we wouldn't want that, now do we?&lt;br /&gt;[Damon_Gant] Ahhh, no, not yet, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth closes his eyes. [I'm so dead...]&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant pockets the vile and grins. "I have to prepare for tomorrow. I will see you once you get out of work, Glenny."&lt;br /&gt;[Bruno_Glening] I shall see you then. *grin, oh this will be excellent*&lt;br /&gt;[Damon_Gant] Goodnight, Worthy. I look forward to spending all day with you tomorrow~.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth grunts a bit, and lolls his head the other way. He might have sworn, if his vocal cords weren't numb.&lt;br /&gt;* Damon_Gant grins and heads out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;* Miles_Edgeworth coughs a bit, and shifts his eyes to glare at Bruno.&lt;br /&gt;* Bruno_Glening smirk. "Now be a good little boy while I'm gone," With that he heads upstairs, and closes the door - leaving darkness.</content>
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    <title>Entry #35 - July 25th</title>
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    <content type="html">It is not a surprise, although perhaps it should be. Someone in my world with the status that I have draws attention. I am the best prosecutor Los Angeles has to offer, so it should come of no surprise that I would be targeted by such foolish means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything to sell a story, and since I tend to be hated more than not, I suppose it sells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if it happens all the time, it should not be a big deal, correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the newest atrocity that was published (and brought to my attention, for I have no time to waste reading trivial nonsense in tabloid magazines) was an article about me and my girlfriend on a date. Which would not be a problem, really.. if Mia came from the same time period as I did. &lt;strike&gt;I do not know exactly how I could explain dating a woman who is deceased, but considering the reputation that I have for being 'inhuman'....&lt;/strike&gt; Luckily, they could not tell who she was by photographs alone, but it is still an unwelcomed surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And certain aspects of my past, just in case anyone forgot who I was. The little biographies that they republish over and over again remind me of why I completely loathe anyone finding out anything about me. Tch.</content>
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