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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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"Impossible."
Even after fifteen years the man's dread visage never truly faded from memory. But never had he contemplated the notion that he might be graced with his presence again...It is even more disconcerting to him to realize that he could not recollect even the moment nor the reason for him having murdered the man in cold blood. Was his mind truly failing?
He'd been the last to see him alive, and the first to see his lifeless body in the elevator...He had swept Gregory's blood and ashes from his hands all those years ago the moment that Yanni Yogi had been named as the culprit. How could he have imagined that he'd now be faced with this living apparition once again...?
He squared his jaw and stared with intensity, cold eyes fixed unflinchingly on the attorney as though he may very well have been an illusion. The shock that now carved itself into his granite features would have been visible from where the would-be Gregory was standing, the man's grim presence stirring a deep sense of resentment towards this mirage-turned-living-nightmare. He was awash with bitterness and shame, a cacophony that threatened to tear through him like the very bullet that had once pierced his flesh.
It shouldn't have been possible..!
And yet flashbacks to that fateful day began to overwhelm him, pulling him further into a state of wretchedness and base loathing. The inert body of the man he had killed strewn at his feet...and the resulting defeat, while his grip on sanity diminished over the course of fifteen years.
Clutched to himself in the middle of the cobblestone street with his hair beginning to fall out of place Manfred von Karma was, without a doubt, imperfect, as of that moment.