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estoria2015-09-26 10:19 pm
prosecutory) wrote in estoria2015-09-26 10:19 pm
[OPEN] I am a still pond on a clear day
Who: Miles Edgeworth and Y-O-U, that means YOU.
When: IC: 03/10-03/13 (OOC: 09/20-09-27)
Where: Errywhere. (Game Center [???], the gym, the junkyard)
What: Not just any Edgeworth. Zenworth, because #earthproblems...expect him to be more chill and affable than usual.
Rating/Warning: G for go forth and tag me
[OPTION A: GAME CENTER]
[Edgeworth isn't the ViViD type and the only times you'll find him in it are when he gets glitched into the virtual world and when he is dragged into it against his will. And yet, he stops in his tracks in front of the CERES Game Center to peer at the new games and the smash hits they're offering. So instead of blazing a trail into the building to try them out, he makes a soft tsk sound and shakes his head - not in annoyance, but in amusement. His lips curl into a slight grin.]
These games just get more and more ridiculous. [Not to mention historically inaccurate, but then again, with the sheer number of worlds people are drawn from...]
[He looks like he's deep in thought, as if contemplating whether to try a ridiculous game for a change, then he suddenly turns away to move on. Perhaps he'll bump into you, oops - or maybe not.]
[OPTION B: GYM]
[At least now Edgeworth doesn't have to train in the gardens. He's back in the gym, and he is standing on a mat, practicing punches and kicks at a quick pace, his expression serene as if there's nothing else he'd rather do but stay in fighting shape. He has dressed down for the occasion, wearing only a white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a pair of jogging pants (while the gym was gone, he invested in some jogging gear). You can watch him, try to talk to him while he's at it, or wait for him to stop, take several deep breaths, and mop his brow with a small towel.
Somewhere close by is his favorite saber, nestled in its scabbard and waiting for him to begin his sword exercises next. It's most likely propped up on a bench.]
[OPTION C: JUNKYARD]
[This is where things get really interesting.
You wouldn't expect a person like Edgeworth to be in a place like this, right? Neither would you expect him to scrounge up some of the scraps (the bits that aren't metal). Yet here he is, doing just that like it's completely normal. Perhaps he has in his hand a slab of broken wood, or better yet, what looks like a chunk torn off from a punching bag.
He then places his other hand onto the material, and at once electric blue sparks erupt from his fingers as Edgeworth pushes his soul energy into it, causing it to shatter and break into pieces. His hand is still flickering with power after that little episode...
Now would be a good time to ask him where he got powers like that.]
When: IC: 03/10-03/13 (OOC: 09/20-09-27)
Where: Errywhere. (Game Center [???], the gym, the junkyard)
What: Not just any Edgeworth. Zenworth, because #earthproblems...expect him to be more chill and affable than usual.
Rating/Warning: G for go forth and tag me
[OPTION A: GAME CENTER]
[Edgeworth isn't the ViViD type and the only times you'll find him in it are when he gets glitched into the virtual world and when he is dragged into it against his will. And yet, he stops in his tracks in front of the CERES Game Center to peer at the new games and the smash hits they're offering. So instead of blazing a trail into the building to try them out, he makes a soft tsk sound and shakes his head - not in annoyance, but in amusement. His lips curl into a slight grin.]
These games just get more and more ridiculous. [Not to mention historically inaccurate, but then again, with the sheer number of worlds people are drawn from...]
[He looks like he's deep in thought, as if contemplating whether to try a ridiculous game for a change, then he suddenly turns away to move on. Perhaps he'll bump into you, oops - or maybe not.]
[OPTION B: GYM]
[At least now Edgeworth doesn't have to train in the gardens. He's back in the gym, and he is standing on a mat, practicing punches and kicks at a quick pace, his expression serene as if there's nothing else he'd rather do but stay in fighting shape. He has dressed down for the occasion, wearing only a white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a pair of jogging pants (while the gym was gone, he invested in some jogging gear). You can watch him, try to talk to him while he's at it, or wait for him to stop, take several deep breaths, and mop his brow with a small towel.
Somewhere close by is his favorite saber, nestled in its scabbard and waiting for him to begin his sword exercises next. It's most likely propped up on a bench.]
[OPTION C: JUNKYARD]
[This is where things get really interesting.
You wouldn't expect a person like Edgeworth to be in a place like this, right? Neither would you expect him to scrounge up some of the scraps (the bits that aren't metal). Yet here he is, doing just that like it's completely normal. Perhaps he has in his hand a slab of broken wood, or better yet, what looks like a chunk torn off from a punching bag.
He then places his other hand onto the material, and at once electric blue sparks erupt from his fingers as Edgeworth pushes his soul energy into it, causing it to shatter and break into pieces. His hand is still flickering with power after that little episode...
Now would be a good time to ask him where he got powers like that.]