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paixaorpg2006-04-13 10:54 pm
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Entry tags:
Unlikely Rescuers... (Closed)
Character(s): Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright, Cloud, Zack, Maya
Content: The lawyers stumble upon the lab and the prisoners.
Setting: Fortriss basement
Time: Late Friday Night
Warnings: Sappy reunions! D'aww.
Miles hated the dark.
The soft clacking of the lawyers' dress shoes bounced off the walls and echoed down the corridors. There had been silence between the two ever since they'd left the other group to find the prisoners, but Miles didn't mind. He was too lost in his own thoughts, replaying the scene in his mind over and over again.
Those long, sharp fangs catching what little light that was cast from the chandelier... the soaking hair clinging to the thin, pale face and bony frame. The thick tail snaking its way around Hojo's feet...
Miles could feel the bile rise in his throat once again and he slowed his pace until he finally stopped, leaning heavily against the wall and trying to control his breathing. He brought a hand to his face and touched the tips of his fingers to his lips, trying to get his mind on anything, anything other than that man.
The two lawyers had been walking side-by-side in the darkened corridor with only the little flashlight found in the pouch Hojo had insisted he bring.
The bag...
He reached into it and pulled out the pistol, holding the cold weapon in his hands and staring at it as though he'd never seen one before in his life. He turned it over in his hands, examining it carefully. How could something so small take someone's life so easily...?
"I shot him," he managed to gasp out. Miles looked up at the other man, who'd long since stopped walking, and slowly slid down the wall, ending up in a crouch. He drew a few more breaths before he repeated the phrase again. "I... shot him."
There was a pain in his chest--the same pain he felt when he'd thought he was the one who had killed his father, all those years ago. The pain he felt when he was on that boat on the lake on Christmas Eve.
Phoenix had gone through so much to clear his good name, and now... now he'd gone and dirtied his hands. He was guilty of everything he stood against. He'd tried to... tried to...
He blinked and met Phoenix's eyes with his own.
"I... I'm so sorry."
Content: The lawyers stumble upon the lab and the prisoners.
Setting: Fortriss basement
Time: Late Friday Night
Warnings: Sappy reunions! D'aww.
Miles hated the dark.
The soft clacking of the lawyers' dress shoes bounced off the walls and echoed down the corridors. There had been silence between the two ever since they'd left the other group to find the prisoners, but Miles didn't mind. He was too lost in his own thoughts, replaying the scene in his mind over and over again.
Those long, sharp fangs catching what little light that was cast from the chandelier... the soaking hair clinging to the thin, pale face and bony frame. The thick tail snaking its way around Hojo's feet...
Miles could feel the bile rise in his throat once again and he slowed his pace until he finally stopped, leaning heavily against the wall and trying to control his breathing. He brought a hand to his face and touched the tips of his fingers to his lips, trying to get his mind on anything, anything other than that man.
The two lawyers had been walking side-by-side in the darkened corridor with only the little flashlight found in the pouch Hojo had insisted he bring.
The bag...
He reached into it and pulled out the pistol, holding the cold weapon in his hands and staring at it as though he'd never seen one before in his life. He turned it over in his hands, examining it carefully. How could something so small take someone's life so easily...?
"I shot him," he managed to gasp out. Miles looked up at the other man, who'd long since stopped walking, and slowly slid down the wall, ending up in a crouch. He drew a few more breaths before he repeated the phrase again. "I... shot him."
There was a pain in his chest--the same pain he felt when he'd thought he was the one who had killed his father, all those years ago. The pain he felt when he was on that boat on the lake on Christmas Eve.
Phoenix had gone through so much to clear his good name, and now... now he'd gone and dirtied his hands. He was guilty of everything he stood against. He'd tried to... tried to...
He blinked and met Phoenix's eyes with his own.
"I... I'm so sorry."
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He wasn't so busy adjusting for his height, however, that he entirely missed the disembodied voice Riku seemed to be conversing with(it would have been nearly impossible to do so, given the volume). Dias had already, upon the voice's first addressing the boy, made a quiet mental note of it referring to him as 'master', and nothing the voice had said thus far had served to make him any less suspicious. But that was a matter best dealt with elsewhere, at another time.
A double-check of his previous headcount revealed that he'd miscounted the first time; they were TWO people short, and one of them was that surly-looking redhead in the leather. That wasn't exactly promising. Had anyone besides him been left with the machine they'd come in? If not, Dias couldn't help wondering if it would still be there by the time they got out of the fortress...which could be a problem if this place was going to explode. He wasn't sure how far away they needed to get but even he, with his rapidly-growing dislike of all things technology, knew they'd get a lot further away with the buggy's help than on foot.
"Someone grab him before he runs off again," he said roughly, nodding in Hojo's direction. Then - with another slight adjustment to his grip on Cloud - he headed for the door of the laboratory, fully planning on depositing the blond man outside as soon as possible.
Dias was doing his level best to ignore the wing, despite the fact that he'd had to manuever his arm around it just to get it around Cloud's waist. He had enough problems as it was.