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maskormenace2016-01-04 11:20 pm
abittertruth) wrote in maskormenace2016-01-04 11:20 pm
Entry tags:
- jonathan crane | scarecrow,
- † death the kid | n/a,
- † francis urquhart | n/a,
- † kitty jones | n/a,
- † kotetsu t. kaburagi | wild tiger,
- † lapis lazuli | n/a,
- † miles edgeworth | n/a,
- † olivier armstrong | ice queen,
- † peter quill | star-lord,
- † ray kowalski | n/a,
- † sabriel | abhorsen,
- † sadie doyle | n/a
1st Cup; Backdated to Jan 2 [VIDEO]
[A video.
A man in a mask. Not your general 'I'm some kind of a hero/villain/vigilante' mask, but a mask nonetheless.
Godot is positioned with his jaw resting on one fist, 'regarding' the screen through the red lights of his visor. His jaw is set firm, his mouth half a grin--but he doesn't look entirely like he's smiling. Once he's sure it's on, he removes his chin from his hand and sits back.]
Well, isn't this a fine how-do-you-do.
They sure know how to make an offer you can't refuse, don't they? Free housing, free medical... all you have to do is sign on the dotted line.
Fine then. So be it! The harsh winds of fate are cold enough to freeze a man to his very bones. They blow sharp and bitter, like the blackest dregs at the bottom of a cup of coffee.
But if your coffee is ice cold by the time you get to that bottom... you've already wasted it.
[He looks... grim. Maybe he's trying to say something with that line? Sure would help if this man spoke regular English.
Well, good luck out there.]
A man in a mask. Not your general 'I'm some kind of a hero/villain/vigilante' mask, but a mask nonetheless.
Godot is positioned with his jaw resting on one fist, 'regarding' the screen through the red lights of his visor. His jaw is set firm, his mouth half a grin--but he doesn't look entirely like he's smiling. Once he's sure it's on, he removes his chin from his hand and sits back.]
Well, isn't this a fine how-do-you-do.
They sure know how to make an offer you can't refuse, don't they? Free housing, free medical... all you have to do is sign on the dotted line.
Fine then. So be it! The harsh winds of fate are cold enough to freeze a man to his very bones. They blow sharp and bitter, like the blackest dregs at the bottom of a cup of coffee.
But if your coffee is ice cold by the time you get to that bottom... you've already wasted it.
[He looks... grim. Maybe he's trying to say something with that line? Sure would help if this man spoke regular English.
Well, good luck out there.]
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[This is Edgeworth. This is Edgeworth sounding completely unimpressed now.]
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Now you've got me confused. Did you want a name or a man?
Or perhaps there's something else you're looking for?
[A clue, perhaps?]
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I want to know who you are.
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Miles Edgeworth.
[It took a while, but he's figured it out. That is the tone he remembers. From the court room six years ago, yes--but also from the court six years later. von Karma's barking dog all grown up and cut free of his gilded collar.
But that's exactly what makes this so particularly grating. Edgeworth should know damn well who he is.
So what's his game?]
Sneaky tactics like that are exactly why justice misses her mark. When the men who claim to represent her cannot even face the consequences of their own actions...
...only tragedy can result!
Stand up and take responsibility for yourself!
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...or he would, but he's not in a laughing mood. Not today. And definitely not right now.]
And yet you come sneaking up to my back door with cloak and cowl pulled over your head? You're hiding from someone.
I may wear a mask, but I make no bones about who I am behind it.
What are you hiding from?
[Also, he's blind without it. Rude, Edgeworth.]
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[Nobody but himself and his own mistakes, that is.]
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[A slow grin spreads across Godot's face.]
Then prove it.
Meet me face to face--man to man! None of this underhanded private interrogation foolery.
[Claims are nothing without evidence, right Edgeworth?]
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Give me a time and a place, Armando, and I'll be there.
[It's a risky move. Edgeworth could be walking into a trap. However, that doesn't seem like Armando's style. The man seems to prize bravado more than cunning. And if Edgeworth refuses... well, that would make him more suspicious, wouldn't it? This meeting isn't optimal by any means, but it is the lesser of two evils]
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Maurtia Falls.
3 o'clock tomorrow.
There's a coffee shop across from the hospital downtown.
... ha, and don't worry--that's for me, not you.
[That may not actually be reassuring.]
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Of course it's for you. And don't worry about me skipping out, Armando. I'll be there.
[At least, that was the plan before everything became jungle. Oops!]