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IC Contact, Part 2

If you have some sort of pressing need, leave a message, along with your name and number. I will receive this message. I will call you back. There is absolutely no need to call me again; repeated calls, in point of fact, will dissuade me from getting back in contact with you at all. I would request that you attempt to keep it brief, so as to


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IC Contact

If you have some sort of pressing need, leave a message, along with your name and number. I will receive this message. I will call you back. There is absolutely no need to call me again; repeated calls, in point of fact, will dissuade me from getting back in contact with you at all. I would request that you attempt to keep it brief, so as to


[Leave your message after the maximum time limit has cut Edgeworth off.]

HMD????????

Do you like Edgeworth? Do you hate him? THAT'S A COOL STORY, BRO, BUT ULTIMATELY IRRELEVANT. B-but seriously please like him. TT_TT

Ah-hem. If you have any comments or questions about how I play this jerkass, please, leave them here. Anonymous comments are on, IP logging is...probably on, because technology kind of defeats me, but if it's any consolation I don't even know what IPs are for. I'm not a great detective. (Neither is Edgeworth.) (Don't tell him.)

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Day: 39
Characters: Miles Edgeworth </a></b></a>mentis_reae and Yuffie Kisaragi </a></b></a>wutaian_rose
Summary: Yuffie's going to teach Edgeworth Wutanese! LOL, no, j/k, they're gonna use that as a pretext to emo at each other.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Night
Status: Open to Allen Walker; incomplete


It seems a primal happiness was setting, / it seems the wood was sunk in sunlit dream. / Happy folk don’t spend time clock-watching, / but this pair were only sleeping, it seems.Collapse )

"Bless this house and its heart so savage"
Day: 43
Characters: Jack Kelly </a></b></a>cowboy_newsie and Miles Edgeworth </a></b></a>mentis_reae
Summary: Let's baww. No homo.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Early morning, post-clothing return
Status: Closed/Incomplete


They stood now three days, countless blows, countless offenses, a cold repudiation and a hesitant apology from their former friendship. Why, despite all that, did the rift between them seem so inconsequential?

Edgeworth usually tried to make sure he was standing before most of his visitors came by so that he didn't have to labor his way humiliatingly to standing. He'd not done so for Jack after the first few times. What was the point? Kelly's judgment, after all, was hardly going to be swayed by Edgeworth's inability to surmount his injury. Besides which, he'd always trusted that Kelly wouldn't judge him harshly for the same. He'd always trusted...Well, he'd always trusted Jack.

He found, as Jack stood in the doorway and greeted him awkwardly, that once again, from force of habit, he hadn't stood. Instead, he leveraged himself up, brow furrowed, uncertain what to say, but secure in the knowledge that it was all right to show his weakness.

So much had passed between them. So many words had been exchanged. But the man before him was no one crueler, no one more sinister, no one more distant than his best friend. So he cleared his throat, and nodded to his chair, and invited, "Ah, would you like to sit?"

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Edelpocalypse fic