08: [Action]

[truthsnomiracle]

[All over Prospero for the next couple of days, though primarily near the courthouse, Prosecutor's Office, and Bay View Hotel, you may encounter Miles Edgeworth looking amiss in a couple of ways.

First off, he's not wearing his usual suit. Instead, he's wearing a stiff (and lightly armored) burgundy trenchcoat over a dark grey bulletproof vest that fully covers his torso, shoulders, and neck (though the latter is less obvious since his cravat's tied around it), which in turn is over a plain white shirt. Plain burgundy pants and heavy-duty dark grey knee pads (and matching elbow pads, to judge by the way the coat is hanging) complete the ensemble.

Second, he's clearly extraordinarily fatigued, yawning with bags under his eyes and sluggish in his movements... if he hasn't already fainted, or isn't collapsing before your very eyes. There's likely a paper or styrofoam cup full of tea involved, whether he's awake and holding it in his hand or asleep and its contents have spilled nearby.

Miles Edgeworth may not be under the Devil Arcana's direct influence yet, but being one of the few sane people left on the island is taking its toll nonetheless.]

[[OOC: This post is the fun-for-all-ages stage of things! The scary parts come later.]]

Comments

[just_as_planned]

Maybe you should ad a nap to that list. I've been sleep deprived before myself, you never realize just how much harder it makes working until after you've gotten a good night's sleep.

[truthsnomiracle]

My mentor stressed the importance of self-maintenance as well. [Sip.] Under normal circumstances, I would indeed take a nap, but I simply haven't the time.

[He starts walking towards the stairs. Why not the elevator in his condition?]

I need to return to my office as soon as I've had a meal.

[just_as_planned]

*That earns another curious eyebrow and he moves to keep step.*

You'll eventually end up falling asleep whether you like it or not. Better in your own room than at work...or at the top of a staircase.

[truthsnomiracle]

[That statement makes Edgeworth hesitate... then shudder. Despite this, he still doesn't make for the elevator, instead staring up the stairwell with an uncomfortable expression.]

[just_as_planned]

I'd think the elevator would be both easier and safer with how exhausted you seem to be.

[truthsnomiracle]

("Safer"? Objectively speaking, he has a point, and yet...)

Er... um, yes. O-of course.

[Reluctantly, Edgeworth turns and heads for the elevator and presses the button a bit too quickly.]

(If there's any time when I must endure, this is it -- the man's logic is sound.)

[just_as_planned]

*It doesn't take a genius to figure out that he's almost as nervous about the elevator as he is about the prospect of nodding off on the stairs.*

Would you care for some company? I don't really have anything better to do at the moment.

[truthsnomiracle]

No.

[It's not loud or exclaimed, but it's a very firm snap. The last thing he needs is someone watching while he does this, after all.]

[just_as_planned]

*Making a mental note of that.*

Well then, I wish you luck. It's been nice meeting you, Mr...?

[truthsnomiracle]

Edgeworth. And you are?

[And then the funeral bell tolls.

Er, that is, the elevator bell chimes as its door opens.]

[just_as_planned]

David Xanatos.

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth nods, takes another sip of tea, then shakily steps into the elevator, keeping his back turned until the door closes.]