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

[deadtective]

[YOU CAN'T BEAT HER YOU ARE TOO WEAK]

Only 'cause you won't fucking decide where the hell you're going! I'm not a mind reader, dude.

[it seems that she's got something else to say, but her words are drowned out by some horrible metallic screeching noise. she turns sharply to locate the source, just in time to watch Edgeworth's umbrella detach from the underside of the car that just ran it over after having been blown into the street.]

...guess it doesn't matter now, huh?

[takethestairs]

[When Hazel turns her head, Edgeworth looks at the street, just in time to see the poor, crumbled remains of his umbrella in the street. He does not respond. His face goes pale. His jaw drops. Water continues to pour down on him, making his bangs stick to his forehead. When he speaks, his voice is quiet and faint, barely above a whisper]

...why...

[deadtective]

[she pats him on the back a little too forcefully, face the picture of sympathy. yes, Hazel is really and truly sorry for the demise that she basically caused.]

Guess that's what happens when you're wishy-washy.

[yes, there wasn't enough salt in that wound already. she had to make the terrible pun to really vigorously rub it in.]

[takethestairs]

Why are you always harassing me?!

[He spins around, staring her right in the eyes, his face bright red and furious. It turns out he wasn't quiet because he was sad. He was quiet with fury]

I have done nothing, absolutely nothing to you, and every time we meet you try to get under my skin! What on earth is wrong with you?!

[Seriously! He's a good person... okay, he isn't, but he's not a bad pers- okay, he is, but he hasn't been a bad person to Hazel! Not directly! So what's her deal?]

[deadtective]

[she crosses her arms behind her back, subtly rising up onto her tiptoes so that she can look a little more evenly into Edgeworth's angry stare. the rage doesn't seem to bother her at all - if anything, Hazel seems to be getting more power from it.]

Pretty sure the sky'd clear up before we got halfway fucking through that list.

[easier to rattle off what isn't wrong with her, which in Hazel's eyes is nothing. thankfully she's smart enough to move on too quickly for anyone to realize that's a private little joke with herself.]

It's got nothing to do with me, anyway. Pretty sure fucking anybody would want to wind you up once they realized how squeaky your voice gets.

[takethestairs]

[Edgeworth's jaw tightens and his gaze narrows, until he does the unexpected.

He turns around.

Yep, he turns around, and walks away from Hazel. To hell with her. He's wet, he's tired, and he just wants to get to his car and go home. He won't give her the satisfaction of wasting any more of his time.]

[deadtective]

[well, that's fine. he's now headed in the direction Hazel was going originally so she just...falls in step behind him without another word. don't mind her.]

[takethestairs]

[Aaaand there she is, following him like a shadow. Edgeworth keeps stomping forward, but after a few moments, his resolve breaks]

What do you want now?

[deadtective]

Didn't know you had to have a reason for walking down a public sidewalk.

[she's wondering if she can manage to slide into his car with him whenever he reaches it, actually. but what's the fun in ruining the surprise?]

[takethestairs]

And the fact that you're following me is pure coincidence, I'm sure.

[You can hear the sarcasm dripping off of his voice. Then again, "dripping" is the best way to describe him right now.]

[deadtective]

I mean, this was the way I was going before you tried to fucking stomp right through me. You're the one who's following me, honestly.

[only Hazel would be brazen enough to make this kind of accusation after the previous events. she doesn't even hesitate.]

[takethestairs]

Hrk-! You could have easily gone ahead, and you know it!

[What is this woman's problem?!]

[deadtective]

And give you the chance to grab me? No fucking way, that's terrifying!

[takethestairs]

[And Edgeworth's eyes go wide, and he automatically takes a step back from Hazel, as if he can place space between him and her accusation]

Why on earth would I do something like that?! I was just trying to get my damn umbrella!

[deadtective]

[you can't hide from her bullshit. there's no place to escape.]

Fuck if I know. You're the guy who let his umbrella get fucking murdered by a car, not me.

[takethestairs]

Because you were getting in my way, you madwoman! Anyone, anyone with any common sense whatsoever, would have stepped aside! But instead you kept blocking my way like... like you were in some demented ball game!

[deadtective]

I was the catcher on my softball team, actually; we don't really see too much action.

[takethestairs]

Arrrgh!

[Edgeworth throws his arms up and stomps off, when, all of a sudden, he stops. He pauses, absolutely silent, before he raises a hand to his ear.]

[deadtective]

[well, this time she's actually completely unaware of what might have caused that reaction. Hazel pauses in her riotous laughter to look around, trying to suss out the source of whatever he's listening for.]

[takethestairs]

Do you hear that?

[He keeps his voice quiet and low, so only the two of them can hear it. His tone is deathly cold, with none of the frustration he had a moment ago.]

[deadtective]

Do I want to?

[she's just as quiet, although it's not from any proof of there being something wrong. Hazel's had enough experience with 'unseen' things that she's willing to at least give this the benefit of the doubt - Edgeworth doesn't seem like he's got the understanding to pull one over on her, let alone the acting chops.]

[takethestairs]

[He frowns, furrowing his brow]

It sounds like sirens, almost...

[And slowly, slowly, he'll turn around back towards Hazel, peering off into the distance.]

[deadtective]

Hey, don't look at me. I don't have any outstanding bullshit.

[that she's aware of, at least. it doesn't stop her from turning just enough that she can get a peek from her peripherals.]

[takethestairs]

[And as soon as Hazel moves her head, Edgeworth, in a show of utmost maturity, raises his hand to yank the hood of Hazel's raincoat. Let's see how you enjoy the rain!]

[deadtective]

[she enjoys it just fine, considering she can't feel most of its negative qualities these days.

what she doesn't enjoy is a sudden motion by her head when the talk of cops is recent in her memory. it's understandable that Hazel assumes it's the police - and also that she lets out a yelp and whirls around, aiming to sock her 'assailant' in the jaw.]