Here is a song about springtime in general

[takethestairs]

Ken Amada, early May, Heropa (sorta)

[While Edgeworth didn't notice the Pines' disappearance immediately, he did notice it, and the first person on his mind was Ken. He knows the boy was close to the both of them, so it might be wise to check up on him and see how he's been doing. So, he'll be getting a call with some (well-meaning) ulterior motives.]

Ken? This is Edgeworth. Are you busy at the moment?


Kitty Jones, a park in Heropa

[While Edgeworth has mixed feelings about the powers the porter has blessed him with, there's one thing that he's unambiguously grateful for: no allergies. Since he's been blessed with the ability to enjoy fresh air without choking on fresh pollen, he decides to do his leisure reading outside today, and settles onto an empty park bench. Before he pulls out his book, though, he notices movement out of the corner of his eye. It's a...

...dog? He looks around for its owner, but sees no one. Hrmph. Maybe it's an escaped pet out on an adventure? Or a stray dog that's roaming about. He decides to watch it for a moment, just to see if it's anything he needs to be concerned about.]


Kotetsu Kaburagi, a late night diner, Heropa"

[It's late at night, and despite his best efforts, Miles Edgeworth can't go back to sleep. He tried herbal tea. He tried soothing music. He tried readjusting his pillows, and readjusting them again. However, once he finally got comfortable again, his stomach decided it had other plans.

So, what does one do when they're half starved, don't feel like cooking, and nothing else is open? You trudge your way to the nearest late night diner. Edgeworth tromps in, looking around for a place to sit, when he notices a familiar figure. Is that Kotetsu? He narrows his eyes, and-

-oh no. Oh no, he made eye contact. Maybe if he makes a quick escape, Kotetsu won't notice him...]


Simon Keyes, the Lucky Cat Cafe

[True to his word, Edgeworth arrives at the cafe right when he says he will. He has his drink, he has a table to himself, and he has a travel chess set tucked away in his bag. All he has to do is set up the board and wait for his new guest to walk on in. And if he's a no show... well, he has other ways to occupy his time.]


Tobias Matthews, tbd
[Edgeworth was, unfortunately, busy on the day that Tobias posted to the network about his chest pains. Everything seems fine for now, and what sort of medical advice can he give a vampire, anyway? But... they did agree to a truce of sorts, didn't they? Call it curiosity or concern, but either way, he gives Toby a ring.]

Toby? This is Edgeworth. I, erm-

[He clears his throat, straightening up]

I saw your message. About your... medical issues.


Josuke Higashikata, Heropa Residence #038 -> the streets of Heropa

[A while back, Edgeworth had promised Josuke driving lessons. And he kept his word! ...sorta. Unfortunately, with one disaster after the other, it's difficult to maintain a regular schedule for lessons. But today they'll get another lesson in, come hell or high water.

...once Josuke arrives, that is. Edgeworth stands outside his door waiting for the young man, checking the time on his device in between reading the network. Josuke's not late... yet.]


Heropa, OPEN

[Ah, Florida. A warm paradise where the sun is always shining...

...said nobody who's actually stayed in this godforsaken peninsula for more than a month. It's time for the daily afternoon rainstorm, and Edgeworth struggles with his umbrella as he searches for his car. The sooner he finds it, the sooner he can actually dry off.

Unfortunately, the weather has other plans. A sudden gust of wind kicks up, blowing against Edgeworth's back... and pushing his umbrella out of his hands. He chokes on his breath and, forgetting his dignity, goes running down the sidewalk after it.]

[OOC: Yep, a catch all log for May. If you'd like a thread besides the starter, hit me up over PM or plurk and I'll start a new one in the comments.]

Comments

[unbreaker]

[Punctuality isn't something Josuke is usually too concerned with. He tends to do things, as most teenagers do, when he feels like doing them, putting most required (and thus, annoying) tasks off until the very last second...which, unsurprisingly, doesn't end well all too often.

But things are different today.

Josuke appreciates Miles Edgeworth for being both a man of the law and someone who's been kind enough to continue offering him (much needed) driving lessons when time permits. So, he makes an effort to be on time for a change, and as a result...manages to only be one or two fleeting minutes late. The result, probably, of the hands of his and Miles' watches being set differently or, and this much more likely, Josuke haven taken just a little too long to set his hair before leaving his house.]

Yo, Mr. Edgeworth!

[takethestairs]

[And Edgeworth doesn't even notice that Josuke's late! Looks like he got wrapped up in... something or another. He jerks his head up when Josuke calls his name, and quickly shoves his device in his pocket.]

Good afternoon, Josuke. Are you ready?

[unbreaker]

[That's...unusual. But Josuke's not about to shoot himself in the foot by drawing attention to his tardiness, so he just nods cheerily.]

You bet I'm ready, but are you?

Lucky Cat Cafe

[murimurimuri]

[Simon came early in order to scope the area out for plainclothes street cops or thick-armed detectives. He watches Edgeworth enter as well, looking for signals or signs. Eventually satisfied, he heads in himself, beelining straight to his seat without any pretense of having to look for it.]

Hiya.

[takethestairs]

[There's no backup, because as far as Edgeworth knows, he doesn't need it. When Simon walks in, Edgeworth is finishing up with the board. White on Simon's side, black on Edgeworth's. He stops when Simon announces his presence, and Edgeworth looks up, greeting him with a nod before he turns his attention to the last few pieces.]

Good afternoon. You didn't have any trouble finding the place, did you?

[His face is calm and neutral, but being nearly seven years younger than the Edgeworth Simon knows, he might pick up on a few differences, in both demeanor and appearance. Assuming it isn't chalked up to vanity, that is.]

[murimurimuri]

[There's something seriously odd going on here. For the moment, the desire to figure it out is trumping his natural paranoia. He makes a standard opening move.]

No, I decided to track it down last night. You hang out with those Dendarii folks at all?

open (and probably filled with regrets, sorry edgeworth)

[deadtective]

[this is why you just wear a raincoat like Hazel is doing, Edgeworth. no danger of losing your thin line of protection against the rain.

it also has the additional danger of not bringing you into contact with Hazel during a less than proud moment, but it's too late for regrets like that. she'd been running some little errand today and just happens to be coming down the opposite direction on the sidewalk when, wow, that sure is an umbrella barreling towards her. and, wow, that's definitely Edgeworth chasing after it.

really, he never stood a chance. Hazel waits until the umbrella scoots past her before stepping right into Edgeworth's path under the guise of getting a better view at the thing's brazen escape attempt. she even shades her eyes with a hand beneath her hood.]

Wow, look at that thing go. Wonder how far it'll get?

[takethestairs]

[He's running, he's running, and... eurgh! It's that damnable woman! How comes he only shows up in his life at the worst possible moments?! He skids to a halt, and he swerves sideways and stomps his foot on the sidewalk to avoid tumbling into the wet street.]

Will you get out of my way?! I don't have time for this!

[Now that he has his balance, he leans away from Hazel, and makes a desperate attempt to sidestep her.]

[deadtective]

[this is a world full of people with superpowers, Edgeworth. take a wild guess about the reason for her timing. orrrr the reason for her shoulders shaking like somebody set them to ultra vibrate.]

Shit, sorry! Totally my bad.

[and with a beatific smile Hazel moves...right back into his path again. whoops!]

ring ring ring

[amadaman]

[Ken almost ignores the call, but then he remembers: this is Edgeworth. Edgeworth will definitely not leave him be if he ignored him now, and he doesn't want to put him through the trouble. He also does not want to be reprimanded. So he picks up.]

... Hello?

[takethestairs]

Hello, Ken. Are you busy? There's something that I could use some help with.

[Not really. But in his experience, busywork is a better cure for the blues than a game of twenty questions regarding ~feelings~. Besides, this will give him an opportunity to observe Ken in person.]

[amadaman]

[Ken's answers come little by little. A pause, a sigh, a silence. On his end of the line, he's thinking about how much he doesn't want to do this. He doesn't want to go out if it's not necessary. He doesn't want to be watched, because he knows that's what Edgeworth wants. People tend to try to watch Ken when Ken gets upset.

He doesn't want to be upset either, though.

He sighs, then levels out his voice as he answers.]

No, I'm not busy. I can come over.

[earnedmystripes]

[Sometimes you just got the late-night munchies for no apparent reason. The heart stomach wants what it wants, etc. So he grabs his coat and his shoes and wanders out into the great wasteland of closed cafes and restaurants until he finds one of those late-night places he usually only goes to when being Wild Tiger is demanding weird hours of him.

He doesn't expect to run into anyone he knows, but then--ah, crap, eye contact. Eye contact that lasts a few seconds too long for either of them to pretend it didn't happen, so he raises an arm, putting on a slight smile. Hey, the last time they met, it ended up...okay, mostly. Maybe it would this time, too.]

...Hey. Been awhile, huh?

[takethestairs]

That's one way to put it.

[His voice is a bit more dour than he intends, and Edgeworth shakes his head before he starts again. This time, his tone is neutral, polite, and civil]

Anyway, I'm sorry for disturbing you. I have no intention of disrupting your...

[Dinner? Does this count as dinner or breakfast at this point?]

...meal, Mr. Kaburagi.

[earnedmystripes]

[For once though, the grouchy tone doesn't make him feel awkward. Maybe it's the late hour, or the fact that it's a coincidental run-in as opposed to an intentional overture of friendship being rebuffed. Kotetsu's certainly not gonna think on it long enough to figure that out.]

Pffft, you're not disturbing anything. Food's not even here yet.

Tex, residence #038, first week of May

[takethestairs]

[True to their agreement, Edgeworth is waiting for Tex at his house. The living room is rearranged to make it as open as possible, bottles of water and towels are set to the side, and Edgeworth's frills and suits have been traded in for a plain t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. While he's certainly gained a strong, muscular appearance over the past year and a half, looks are just that: looks. It's no measurement of skill or effectiveness by any means.

But that's what Tex is here for! Edgeworth waits by the door, trusting that she'll be here on time.]

[failureisntachoice]

[ She's on time. Professionalism has always been her default for paying jobs. She has a duffel bag slung over her shoulder and is dressed in her own casual work-out attire, nothing loose to make sure there's no additional spots for her opponent to grab onto. Even if her opponent this time is one of Maya's friends asking for training.

When she spots him, she gives him a nod in greeting. Seems she's not the only one taking this seriously. Good. ]

Everything set up inside?

[takethestairs]

[Edgeworth nods back, and opens the door wide for her to walk in.]

Yes ma'am. Is there anything I should know before we begin?

[Ma'am isn't an address he'd ever use for her in any other context. However, this level of formality is an easy habit to fall into, given their circumstances. Right now she isn't just Agent Tex. Right now she's the teacher and he's the student.]

[rathercommon]

[ She doesn't usually go around as a dog. Whenever she's an animal, she finds herself thinking like that animal; in some way, their ways of thinking and being creep into her own. Being a mouse makes her alert and attentive. Being a cat makes her languid but watchful. Being a dog, meanwhile, floods her system with trust and openness, which is an unnatural sort of feeling for her, which rubs strangely up against her natural paranoia and suspicion. More than that, too, people treat a dog differently. A dog gets treated with warmth all at once, with immediate love, and that just ends up feeling...unearned. So she doesn't usually do dog. It doesn't mesh with her self-image.

But sometimes, damn it all, the weather is so beautiful and you just need to run around like a mad thing, and people got worked up when she did that as a wolf, so dog it is.

And that's why she finds herself flopped down in a patch of sunshine, sides heaving as she pants out her exhaustion in the aftermath of that mad sprinting. She's a dog of no particular pedigree, no collar, but soft clean fur and bright eyes, a friendly-looking creature. And she's a friendly-feeling creature, too. That's why she sort of perks up when the man on the bench (Edgeworth, she notes distantly, but animal contentment has sort of muffled the higher functions of her brain) looks over at her. And she gets to her feet to wander a few steps closer. ]

[takethestairs]

[And now it's trotting on over. It looks friendly enough, though, without any of the fear and skittishness he had been concerned about. And it looks healthy, too; certainly too healthy to have lived on the streets for long. If it's not an escaped pet, then it's either a new stray or a beloved stray.

Either way, Edgeworth won't abandon the creature, but he won't approach it too quickly, either. Instead, he'll get up and take a few steps forward, before he crouches down and extends his hand to sniff. It's okay, pup, it's okay!]

[rathercommon]

[ Well, she likes physical attention and likes being touched and so she doesn't need much encouragement. She noses forward a few steps, then sticks her head directly under his hand in an unmistakable gesture: a demand for petting. And then if he hesitates, she'll lift her head so that gravity makes his hand slide down her neck. ]

The Pineseses; after their GRAND RETURN

[takethestairs]

[Huh! The twins are back. Their troubles (or rather, Dipper's troubles) were taken care of by the time he noticed their post, though. He'll let the excitement die down before he sends them both a text message]

Welcome back. If you two have a spare moment, I have some things at the house that you two might find handy.

[glitterateur]

[Edgeworth, though he is an Adult (the capital letter is important, here, because Mabel knows a lot of people older than 18 but very few of them are the level of responsible that Edgeworth is) provides food and good conversation and solid advice. So clearly if he has something for them it's going to be good.]

we'll be there asap!!!!

keep the handy thing out and waiting for us!!

[They're coming for you, Edgeworth.]

callback between fledgeling murders 1 and 2

[hisheartsdesire]

[Things have been stressful since Toby's episode on the night of May 6th. Physically, there's nothing wrong with him, but he isn't completely certain of the details just yet.

At least he's on neutral terms with Edgeworth right now. So Toby answers after exactly two rings.]

Ah! Hello, Edgeworth.

[He's about to ask how he could help when the other man continues.]

Oh, you mean my network SOS a couple nights ago?

[takethestairs]

I do. Are you alright now?

[He sounds tense, but he's trying this best to maintain civil neutrality.]