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route_10652010-12-19 06:47 pm
foolishwren) wrote in route_10652010-12-19 06:47 pm
Entry tags:
- artemis fowl ii | artemis fowl,
- cocona bartel | ar tonelico 2,
- dahlia hawthorne | ace attorney,
- envy | fullmetal alchemist,
- hayate ayasaki | combat butler,
- heather mason | silent hill,
- kaito kuroba | detective conan,
- kay faraday | ace attorney,
- ken amada | persona 3,
- machi tobaye | ace attorney,
- miguel | road to el dorado,
- miles edgeworth | ace attorney,
- phoenix wright | ace attorney,
- rika furude | higurashi,
- roxas | kingdom hearts,
- ryner lute | legendary heroes,
- shelly de killer | ace attorney,
- teddie | persona 4,
- tulio | road to el dorado
Cue sax of the yackety variety.
Who: Anyone in the Goldenrod Hotel
Where: The Goldenrod City Hotel
When: Starting at 5:00 PM on December 19th and ending at 4:00 AM on December 20th.
Summary: POWER OUTAGE IN THE GOLDENROD CITY HOTEL. See here for details!
Rating: Probably PG to PG-13.
Log:
A pair of deep, enormous red eyes sat in front of the receptionist and stared, intensely.
The receptionist pursed her lips and frowned, staring back through a pair of horn-rimmed glasses.
Claudy's enormously fluffy feet were reflected neatly on the glossy countertop, as were the wickedly-sharp talons that stuck out of them.
Those were the main things keeping the unfortunate receptionist on duty from shooing the owl Pokemon, although the beak wasn't much of an incentive, either.
"Um... young lady," she said hesitantly, trying to lean around the large bird, her chair creaking. "The lobby is intended to be a space for EVERYBODY..."
"And it still IS a space for everybody," Heather said, unloading a shoulderful of soft, folded blankets onto one of the lobby's sofas and dusting her hands off. Several other blankets had already been partially tied up over the back of the couch and stretched out to attach at the corners to rows of chairs that were painstakingly arranged in aesthetically-pleasing, tunnel-wall-like patterns. There were also the beginnings of several pillow-built barricades, and even some large cardboard boxes standing by on reserve, should the pillows run out before construction was complete. "It's just a COOLER space for everybody."
The receptionist's frown grew and she sighed, rubbing her temples and trying to ignore the Noctowl's unblinking stare. She was fairly certain that it had been placed there SOLELY to distract her from stopping the construction of 'New Lobby'-- and it was doing a fairly good job.
Why did the difficult visitors ALWAYS come downstairs while SHE was on desk duty?
Meanwhile, the wind howled outside, piling snow against the glass doors to the outside and plastering against the windows-- not that there was much to see out there, besides flying snow. It blotted out even the rest of the city's lights, which normally lit up the plaza outside like daylight even after dusk.
"Miss, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to take all that down," she said for the fifth time in the past half-hour, and as usual, she was completely ignored as the scruffy blond girl tied a few more blankets up (with some difficulty due to her bandaged hands).
Biting her lip, she started to stand up.
Maybe if she just went over and started... taking all the blankets down herself--
And then suddenly, there was a low mooooooan of electricity deciding spontaneously that life wasn't worth it anymore and turning itself off.
The lights went out.
Silence reigned in the lobby.
.... for about five seconds.
"Oh my goodness..."
"WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED--"
"/OLD WOMAN OWL SCREAM"
[Feel free to make your own threads! They can be down in the lobby, they can be up in the rooms, they can be anywhere! Is your character in the bathroom plucking their eyebrows when the lights go out? WE WANNA HEAR ABOUT IT, SO GO FOR IT. Are they falling down the stairs? POST THAT SHIT.]
[Threadhopping/jacking is totally encouraged, so TAG AROUND TO YOUR HEART'S CONTENT, MY DUDES. If your own thread isn't getting replies right away, go ahead and jump in somewhere else! Look out for other characters in the same areas as yours-- lobby, hallways, staircases, etc! Have fun!]
Where: The Goldenrod City Hotel
When: Starting at 5:00 PM on December 19th and ending at 4:00 AM on December 20th.
Summary: POWER OUTAGE IN THE GOLDENROD CITY HOTEL. See here for details!
Rating: Probably PG to PG-13.
Log:
A pair of deep, enormous red eyes sat in front of the receptionist and stared, intensely.
The receptionist pursed her lips and frowned, staring back through a pair of horn-rimmed glasses.
Claudy's enormously fluffy feet were reflected neatly on the glossy countertop, as were the wickedly-sharp talons that stuck out of them.
Those were the main things keeping the unfortunate receptionist on duty from shooing the owl Pokemon, although the beak wasn't much of an incentive, either.
"Um... young lady," she said hesitantly, trying to lean around the large bird, her chair creaking. "The lobby is intended to be a space for EVERYBODY..."
"And it still IS a space for everybody," Heather said, unloading a shoulderful of soft, folded blankets onto one of the lobby's sofas and dusting her hands off. Several other blankets had already been partially tied up over the back of the couch and stretched out to attach at the corners to rows of chairs that were painstakingly arranged in aesthetically-pleasing, tunnel-wall-like patterns. There were also the beginnings of several pillow-built barricades, and even some large cardboard boxes standing by on reserve, should the pillows run out before construction was complete. "It's just a COOLER space for everybody."
The receptionist's frown grew and she sighed, rubbing her temples and trying to ignore the Noctowl's unblinking stare. She was fairly certain that it had been placed there SOLELY to distract her from stopping the construction of 'New Lobby'-- and it was doing a fairly good job.
Why did the difficult visitors ALWAYS come downstairs while SHE was on desk duty?
Meanwhile, the wind howled outside, piling snow against the glass doors to the outside and plastering against the windows-- not that there was much to see out there, besides flying snow. It blotted out even the rest of the city's lights, which normally lit up the plaza outside like daylight even after dusk.
"Miss, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to take all that down," she said for the fifth time in the past half-hour, and as usual, she was completely ignored as the scruffy blond girl tied a few more blankets up (with some difficulty due to her bandaged hands).
Biting her lip, she started to stand up.
Maybe if she just went over and started... taking all the blankets down herself--
And then suddenly, there was a low mooooooan of electricity deciding spontaneously that life wasn't worth it anymore and turning itself off.
The lights went out.
Silence reigned in the lobby.
.... for about five seconds.
"Oh my goodness..."
"WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED--"
"/OLD WOMAN OWL SCREAM"
[Feel free to make your own threads! They can be down in the lobby, they can be up in the rooms, they can be anywhere! Is your character in the bathroom plucking their eyebrows when the lights go out? WE WANNA HEAR ABOUT IT, SO GO FOR IT. Are they falling down the stairs? POST THAT SHIT.]
[Threadhopping/jacking is totally encouraged, so TAG AROUND TO YOUR HEART'S CONTENT, MY DUDES. If your own thread isn't getting replies right away, go ahead and jump in somewhere else! Look out for other characters in the same areas as yours-- lobby, hallways, staircases, etc! Have fun!]
<3
.....well, that was a quick answer.
"Which is why I have to learn... a friend of mine said he would help me, but he's in Violet right now..."
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He is on vacation.
The innocent curiosity in his tone is concealing some sort of sentiment he can't quite identify himself. "Say... Where would you like to begin?"
no subject
"...Begin? What do you mean, sir..?"
Despite his mun's plans, AT FIRSTMiles.... thinks he knows what Shelly is talking about, but he's hesitant. At least France was, as looney as the idea sounded, just a country. Yeah, just. But Shelly -- Mr. Doe -- was, as the man had said himself, a criminal. Miles' morals and sense of justice was screwed up already, but the general rule in his mind was still that criminals generally meant "bad"...no subject
As far as he is aware, the simple fact that this Edgeworth spoke to him as an equal, even knowing what he does, is already enough to indicate a difference in mindset; thus, in his logic, little Miles shouldn't be worried about Shelly's status as a criminal NOW. Why now?
"Well, there is a variety of things you could learn. Given the apparent scarceness of conventional weapons in his world, you may want to begin with, say, hand-to-hand combat."
no subject
....Criminality? What did that matter, here, in the legal sense? Anyone that hasn't harmed another person - or wasn't planning to - yet should be good enough. He was the son of a lawyer, but he'd have to learn to judge people on things other than those laws...
But back to the topic.
"I'm a lot smaller compared to other people.. I don't have a very good reach, and my physical strength isn't great, either... I plan to learn it, but I'm not sure if it will do me much good.."
no subject
But anyway.
He sounds... almost amused. "You will grow up."
no subject
...So much for steady and focused. Miles seems almost flustered now.
"I don't mean to sound as if I'm rushing, Mr. Doe.. I know I'll grow taller and stronger one day, but-- I need something that will work for me now.."
Flustered? YEAH, JUST LIKE LITTLE!SHELLY THEN
"It is not impossible to take down foes bigger than yourself. You only need accuracy and agility."
ARE YOU FEELING NOSTALGIC, SHELLY.
"I'll have to do my best, then." He makes a mental note to find any relevant books at the department store once the lights come back on.
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no subject
He pauses.
"You'll teach me how to defend myself?"
no subject
"I... may be able to give you some pointers, yes."
no subject
Miles pauses to think about this.
"...Mr. Doe. I'm not sure if this is the right question to be asking you, or if you are the right person to be asking this to.. but..
"How far will you go to protect the life of something you really care about?"
no subject
He pauses again before giving his answer.
"For my name... I would fight to the end."
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".....This might be redundant, but.. will you kill someone for it?"
He averts his gaze.
"You're.. an assassin, aren't you? You'll take someone's life if it is your job.. but will you do the same -- for your name?"
no subject
He doesn't hesitate.
"Yes."
no subject
"I guess that's the resolve you need to protect what you really care about."
And he was certain Mr. Doe wasn't the only one who felt this way. He lightly kicks the floor with the tip of his shoes before he looks up again. He didn't need to share any sob stories with this man, but he... wasn't hesitant about talking about DL-6. Especially not to someone who could help him--
"My father was killed, too, by someone who wanted to protect his name. His perfect record..."
no subject
Now it started making some sort of sense. He recalls hearing of the prosecutor being convicted for murder, and he's heard his fair share of stories about the man as well. Plus, he knows of his obsession with perfection...
Well, he is no detective, and it is not his duty to judge anyone - not here or now -, but he can't help but wonder what that prosecutor did to Miles Edgeworth.
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What did von Karma do to Miles.. was a question the child himself couldn't answer. He knew what came of it: his father's foil, convinced that he was the one who murdered Gregory... but he never knew how von Karma pulled that off. Nor was he really interested in knowing.
no subject
"What would you do to Manfred von Karma... if you had the chance?"
Shelly icon is a go!
He could only hope that he wouldn't have to sink to von Karma's level. He didn't want to take a life, but...
"But here -- I don't know. If he tries to hurt the people around me, or use me in any way. I'll stop him, whatever it takes."
;u;
"Can you truly imagine yourself as a killer?"
I was coloring it but then my program crashed Dx /orz-ing atm
"I'm not going to be a killer, Mr. Doe," is his firm reply. "I'm just going to do whatever it takes to uphold the promises I made to myself and the people around me."
D: I know the feeling
"... Well, the power has been out for quite a while now."
It is a most terrible feeling /)__(\ /needs to use the save button more
Way to remind him, Shelly.
S-Same here
;-;