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 IN THE BELLY OF THE WHALE, ARCHER / EDGEWORTH !
KAY FARADAY
 Posted: Jun 3 2015, 04:44 PM
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For I am the Great Thief, Yatagarasu!
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END TIMES, THEY COME ROLLING AROUND

Kay wishes to reiterate: paperwork totally sucks.

Okay, seriously. Maybe that’s where the whole ‘law is boring as hell’ stereotype cropped up, even if she wasn’t one to believe much in stereotypes in the first place— but, still. Law was a living, breathing, contradiction: the righteous, blind bearer of justice and equality, condemning evil and saving the innocent from the claws of the unjust! Exposing the truth, when no one else dared to look: to throw off the veils of lies and deception, to plaster the reality that evil tries in vain to conceal! To forge through trials and tribulations: the bitter, lonely, narrow road to the one and only utter truth!

And it was seriously not boring paperwork.

Perhaps— perhaps it was a mistake, becoming a paralegal. Perhaps she’d hoped, beyond all hopes, that maybe all people who went to law school weren’t all boring all hogs, because she reasoned, hey, surely no one could be more boring than Edgeworth (even if he really wasn’t that boring, in his own, weird, way. More like… stuffy. Too stuffy for his own good, that’s for sure). Or, at least: they couldn’t be that stuck up, could they? She’d thought that maybe, continuing on the path she’d forged for herself, she’d feel the nostalgic echoes of the home she’d left.

But— alas! — apparently that wasn’t supposed to happen?: and here Kay is, stuck at the receptionist desk in an office, hand cramping and pen tapping and phone boring-ly (is that a word?) monotonic, with no murder investigations (and another thing! No murders! Okay— well, yeah, that was a good thing, but, really, petty thefts and the occasional sue from angry roomies were nowhere near as interesting as murder cases). And having to wear a boring suit and hair bun, to boot. Kay swears: if someone from home came right now, she bet they’d never recognize her.

(Huh. Maybe that wasn’t an entirely bad thing. Did she really look that different? If she did, maybe she could use it to her advantage, like—)

There’s the sudden tingling of the front door (man, that bell is annoying), and without looking up she drawls thoughtlessly, “Welcome. If you’re here for an appointment, please sit down; someone will be with you shortly.”

She can’t wait till her shift’s over.

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MILES EDGEWORTH
 Posted: Jun 3 2015, 07:23 PM
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"Why aren't you just a prosecutor or a defense attorney, Mr. Edgeworth?"

A recent client of his leaves the vicinity with the question lingering in the air, running off (with an excuse that since her case has been solved she should run back home) before he can say anything else. How rude of her, to ask a question and leave unanswered. Miles looks at the scenic view in front of him, Roseate's Park is beautiful and well-kept, and certainly leaves him out of place in his dark red suit.

He smoothes the lapels of his suit out with the pads of his fingers. The scenic route isn't where he wants to do his deep thinking for the day. He returns back to the office, the question still remains in his mind.

Claiming as a prosecutor would just be like normal; in this new city, it's not unusual to want to cling to something that's familiar. Of course he could understand the sentiment. Even someone who could be claimed as a demon in the courtroom knows the human emotion of familiarity. He isn't ignorant to something like that.

He's learned many things in the seven years since his debut as a prosecutor. Perhaps the one thing he keeps close to his heart, something more valuable than the creed of perfection Manfred von Karma once drilled into his head, is the search for the truth. There is no justice without it. He thinks back to his younger years; he is presenting evidence, fake, forged... or maybe he isn't, withholding crucial, incriminating evidence in order to win a trial. He tells witnesses to lie in their testimony. He plays dirty, and he wonders why he did all of that.

He realizes, now, that he would only find the truth and justice he wants if he plays both roles. A suspect is innocent until proven guilty. Before, if he looks back in retrospect, he'd hand the guilty verdict right to them without a second thought. Back then, he goes to court to find justice in jailing criminals. It didn't matter who it was, so long as he won the trial. Now...

Now? It doesn't matter what side he plays, so long as the real—and only the true—criminal is apprehended.

Miles stands before the office. He's greeted with a dull, bored voice. How... unimpressionable. But...

"That's not how you should be greeting clients, is it?" he asks, cooly.

The voice's owner is familiar, and something pulls at his heart. There isn't a chance that he would forget that voice for a second time.

"Kay."

sorry i think i just wrote a bunch of nonsense wtf
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KAY FARADAY
 Posted: Jun 4 2015, 09:06 AM
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For I am the Great Thief, Yatagarasu!
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END TIMES, THEY COME ROLLING AROUND

Kay doesn’t know who it is, doesn’t care who it is: they always come, they always go, with naught a word except the occasional “Thank you,” and “Goodbye”— that’s how it always goes down, apparently. Not that she cares much, really, because Kay’s not one for wasting her time on trivial things.

They speak (huh, there’s something new), and she isn’t too keen on answering them, tapping her pen on the desk, eyes dashing across the lines not because she’s really reading them, just looking for a way to try and crank up the speed of time since it’s going so slow: well, until she realizes the content of their words, and an almost involuntary snort blasts from her nose, and she’s snapping her head up— arms crossed, eyes closed, lips tight in a frown that huffed, hey, who do you think you’re messing with?!— and saying, “Hey, dude, do you mind? It’s not like you’re my boss, or anything—”

And she realizes— she’s getting a bit rusty. Because…

Kay’s eyes snap open— wide, alarmed, shocked and surprised, and her heart’s swirling and swirling, a hurricane of more emotions than she can even begin to pick out— and she says his name, just as he says her’s: Mr. Edgeworth?

Disbelief is the first to make itself made— he’s here?! When, where, how?— and she stares at him, mouth agape and eyes bugging, for moments that seem much longer than they probably are: and, then, it’s joy— and her jaw snaps closed, once, and her lips thin out into a small smile before bursting into a wide grin, teeth flashing cheekily as she laughs.

“Mr. Edgeworth!” Kay says again, because she has to confirm it’s really happening: and once she does, she laughs again; slams her palm, hard, just like he always does, on the desk, grinning madly at him with that age-old twinkle— “Hey, Mr. Edgeworth! Funny seeing you here, isn’t it? Hey, hey!— you see my whole get up, huh? Don’t I look positively dashing?”

She’s chuckling (and there’s the faint hint of moisture lining her eyelids, but she chooses it ignore it for now), and she brings a small fist to her chin in an attempt to smother it, but she can’t fight the smile that’s almost beginning to hurt her cheeks, but heck like she cares, right now. “But you look the same as ever— not that I should be surprised, or anything! I can’t believe it… you’re actually here, too! Isn’t it great?”

Okay, screw finishing her shift— if he's here, then she's totally quitting.

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MILES EDGEWORTH
 Posted: Jun 6 2015, 09:56 PM
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"You look like every other paralegal I've seen in my career," he mumbles, the slight smile hasn't left his face. There's familarity in his attire and in Kay's presence, but there's something missing. Miles tacks on, with a confident motion of his arms (a gesture he usually saves for the courtroom), "But you look better in your usual garb."

Miles takes to leaning against the desk, his side pressed against the furniture and his arms crossed over his chest. He hasn't been here long, and frankly he's just adjusted to the new setting, but if Kay has been working right at the office... he isn't sure how he hasn't noticed it. Maybe their schedules conflicted, or some such thing. Though composed, he can't say that he isn't feeling a bit warm and fuzzy inside over this reunion.

(It seems like they'd be missing one other element to their reunion, and he'll never admit to the fact that he feels off his game without a certain detective around.)

"Wipe the smile off your face," he says, slightly callous, but Kay's smile is just as contagious as her bright personality so he isn't so indifferent. "Have you quit your Yatagarasu business? What are you doing here... in an office, of all places?"

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