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paradisalogs2012-12-31 05:55 am
cantacquityou) wrote in paradisalogs2012-12-31 05:55 am
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Statute of Limitations, Part II - The Faceless Man (Backdated 12/28)
Who: Miles Edgeworth and ...you?
What: Miles Edgeworth walks about the City Royale for a moment of introspection on the anniversary of the DL-6 incident, clad in rather...relevant garb.
When: December 28th (Anniversary of Gregory Edgeworth's passing)
Where: City Royale
Rating: G
The DL-6 incident occurred exactly 18 years ago today. It was the upshot to a number of monumental events, including his relocation to Germany, and effectuating his becoming the ruthless prodigal prosecutor under the care and tutelage of Manfred von Karma.
However, there were a few key details to the case that, due to the nature of his permanent loss, Edgeworth was blissfully ignorant of - one being that the victim of the case was none other than his father. Equipped with nothing but faulty memory of the incident, Edgworth knew it only to be the singlemost life-changing event in his 26 years of existence.
When he arrived in Paradisa, all memory of Gregory Edgeworth irrevocably and mercilessly extruded from his consciousness, he had his briefcase in tow. It was within this briefcase that he possessed his sole clue of his father's existence - a digital photograph of himself as a child with Gregory. By will of the Castle, however, the likeness of his father was blurred, leaving naught but something akin to a faceless apparition. It was enough, however, to fuel an unequivocal fascination with the featureless man he once called "father," perhaps to the grand design of the Castle and its lust for torment.
Surely, Edgeworth had yet to realize the correlation between his loss and the DL-6 incident, as with the loss came tampered memories - in place of memory of his father, he believed the victim of the case to be a nameless stranger (rather, a stranger with a name or face he couldn't quite place).
Therefore, it was by the sheerest of coincidences (and by indirect influence of his last encounter with his...adoptive father) that on this day, the anniversary of the death of Gregory Edgeworth, Miles thought to mimic the dress of the faceless man in the photograph.
He strode down the streets of the City Royale clad in a near-perfect recreation of his father's trademark garb - a tan trenchcoat, red tie, and black fedora (sans eyeglasses, since those were indistinguishable in the photograph, neither did Miles require them). It was merely a thought to simultaneously pay innocent homage to man he thought to be his father while combatting the cool of the evening.
His eyes caught his reflection in one of the shop's windows and he paused. He slipped his hands into the pockets of the trenchcoat, distantly wondering if he even remotely resembled Gregory Edgeworth...
[[OOC: In conjunction with this post.]]
What: Miles Edgeworth walks about the City Royale for a moment of introspection on the anniversary of the DL-6 incident, clad in rather...relevant garb.
When: December 28th (Anniversary of Gregory Edgeworth's passing)
Where: City Royale
Rating: G
The DL-6 incident occurred exactly 18 years ago today. It was the upshot to a number of monumental events, including his relocation to Germany, and effectuating his becoming the ruthless prodigal prosecutor under the care and tutelage of Manfred von Karma.
However, there were a few key details to the case that, due to the nature of his permanent loss, Edgeworth was blissfully ignorant of - one being that the victim of the case was none other than his father. Equipped with nothing but faulty memory of the incident, Edgworth knew it only to be the singlemost life-changing event in his 26 years of existence.
When he arrived in Paradisa, all memory of Gregory Edgeworth irrevocably and mercilessly extruded from his consciousness, he had his briefcase in tow. It was within this briefcase that he possessed his sole clue of his father's existence - a digital photograph of himself as a child with Gregory. By will of the Castle, however, the likeness of his father was blurred, leaving naught but something akin to a faceless apparition. It was enough, however, to fuel an unequivocal fascination with the featureless man he once called "father," perhaps to the grand design of the Castle and its lust for torment.
Surely, Edgeworth had yet to realize the correlation between his loss and the DL-6 incident, as with the loss came tampered memories - in place of memory of his father, he believed the victim of the case to be a nameless stranger (rather, a stranger with a name or face he couldn't quite place).
Therefore, it was by the sheerest of coincidences (and by indirect influence of his last encounter with his...adoptive father) that on this day, the anniversary of the death of Gregory Edgeworth, Miles thought to mimic the dress of the faceless man in the photograph.
He strode down the streets of the City Royale clad in a near-perfect recreation of his father's trademark garb - a tan trenchcoat, red tie, and black fedora (sans eyeglasses, since those were indistinguishable in the photograph, neither did Miles require them). It was merely a thought to simultaneously pay innocent homage to man he thought to be his father while combatting the cool of the evening.
His eyes caught his reflection in one of the shop's windows and he paused. He slipped his hands into the pockets of the trenchcoat, distantly wondering if he even remotely resembled Gregory Edgeworth...
[[OOC: In conjunction with this post.]]
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He watched Edgeworth out the corner of his eye as he asked the question. All the while, he cast about mentally for some purpose for this specific and peculiar manner of dress, having not yet landed upon the importance of the date.
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This was said in no way to denote annoyance. Rather, there was a slight twinge of disappointment in his tone, as if to say that the effort was lost on Wright. Perhaps Gregory did not assume this attire in front of him as a child, or perhaps, to Edgeworth's chagrin, he was simply mistaken about the man in the photograph. But how could he be?
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"You look like your dad."
To be sure, Phoenix's memory of Gregory Edgeworth wasn't anything to speak of, but he had met the man on more than one occasion when he and Miles had been children together, and he'd seen pictures since. From his fedora to his eyes, Edgeworth did look very like his father.
"I was just wondering what prompted it."
He was careful not to make mention of anything he shouldn't, being that he hadn't yet figured out the extent of Edgewirth's memory loss.
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"...Do I, really?" He quietly uttered.
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"You do. It's a nice look for you."
But why?
To be sure, the trench coat looked nice and warm on such a cold December day. It was only in considering this that the date floated into Phoenix's mind: December 28.
"Oh," he said, quietly, as it began to dawn on him. "Oh. Today... was DL-6, wasn't it?"
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"How is that relevant?"
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Although he understood losses by now, Phoenix still had a hard time believing them in extreme cases like this one. He couldn't help but feel a bit sorrowful when he thought about it.
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But there were still too many holes in his memory, which he unconsciously chose to fill with possibilities to the contrary. If there was some relevance between his father and the DL-6 incident, perhaps his father was the presiding detective on the trial. The defense attorney, perhaps. There were still many possibilities to consider. However, the subtle alarm in his expression betrayed the fact that he had been considering alternate possibilities, and he paused before speaking, fixating weary eyes upon the man beside him...
"I am not...aware...of the significance, no."
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"I was just curious," he shrugged lamely. How he wanted to explain--it seemed wrong for Edgeworth not to know--yet he didn't want to be the one to tell him at all.
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"Don't give me that nonsense."
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"If you know it's nonsense, you've probably figured everything out already."
He knew Edgeworth was intelligent enough, yes, but partly too, he was stalling for time. He had to think, had to consider the right way to go about this delicate matter.
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He was desperate to move away from the topic, desperate not to say something that would inevitably hurt Edgeworth. Still, the matter of knowing the truth was one he couldn't ignore. He gave the other man a sorry expression, looking nearly ashamed.
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"...How much of my father do you recall?"
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"I remember meeting him a few times when we were kids. Past that, there's not much. ...you don't remember anything at all, do you?"
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He smiled distantly.
"I remember you were crazy about him and wanted to be just like him."
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...And at this, he began to chuckle.
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"Do you want me to tell you more?"
The question, despite Phoenix's attempts to keep it innocent, was loaded and heavy. There was much to tell, even though he hadn't known Gregory Edgeworth very well at all.
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"...Do you ever tire of me asking about my father?"
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He shrugged.
"I understand--and I definitely don't blame you for it. I'll tell you anything you want to know."
And he paused, before adding, "And nothing you don't want to know."
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"Did he also possess similarly unusual features?"
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"I think his hair was only a little bit gray. You must've gotten that from your mom. ...but your face is really similar."
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He considered what more to say, for a moment.
"And a great lawyer."
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Edgeworth paused and blinked with mild surprise.
"...A lawyer, you say?"
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"Yeah. ...defense, as a matter of fact."
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"Such would perhaps explain my penchant for defense attorneys."
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"Sure, I'll buy that."
He glanced down the street.
"Do you... want to walk?"
After all, that one shop window was getting dull--at least, to him.