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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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"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.