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sirenspull_logs2012-05-22 12:16 am
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Love is the Emblem of Eternity; it Confounds all Notion of Time
Who: Gregory Edgeworth & Miles Edgeworth
When: May 20th, Morning
Where: Law office of Miles Edgeworth
Summary: "The Miles Edgeworth you're looking for does not exist here." Despite Von Karma's discouraging words, Gregory takes the only lead he's offered in finding his son.
Warnings: Angst/Drama
It's not fortune, accident, or time that keep things from you. It's yourself. Gregory Edgeworth never kid himself when it came to his less than stellar parenting. He was early to leave and late to return, just skirting the seconds before his son closed his eyes to give him that long awaited kiss goodnight. On days when a sitter was no-where to be found, he would bring his boy to work with him, sitting him down where he seemed ever so content to just read in mutual understanding of the sorts of obligations that came with Gregory's taxing career. And as much as he knew it wasn't healthy for his boy to be caught up in law books and the latest injustice Gregory was hired to rectify, he couldn't bring himself to discourage him.
If they couldn't share time together as a contemporary family, at least they could have that bonding note. But that note alone would never conceal the truth. Gregory longed to give him more. So much more! He needs friends, playtime in the park, camping, fishing. Things a normal child longs for. As a father first and a lawyer second, he brow-beat himself over these simple things he couldn't give his only offspring.
Gregory cherished him far too much to give him second-best. That's why he was out here this morning, the moment sirens blasted the Darkness away and he could start this wild goose chase. If death had taught Gregory anything, it was how fleeting life truly was, and he had better not waste a second of it dawdling while his boy could be out there lost and alone without a friend in the world.
Staring up at the gold lettering of "Miles Edgeworth Attorney at Law" he recanted how much love urged one to do exceedingly foolish things. What was he hoping to find here? Would he find his 9 year old little child dressed to the nines behind a desk awaiting his client? The thought was absurd. But just how many Miles Edgeworth's were there out in the world? Whatever the answer, it didn't matter, so long none attempted to disparage the truth before him. Sipping from the poison of Von Karma has been enough to make him ill.
Or so he inclined to believe, hoping that the nausea he felt then was just the anxiety of his soul being thrust back into a bitter frightening existence, and not his new body succumbing to the apparent pandemic slowly crippling this very island.
Adjusting his germ-defending surgeon's mask to his face, he entered the establishment and approached the service desk. Not a soul in sight, he then went to the main office itself, giving the door a curtly knock.
It's futile only if you believe it's so.
When: May 20th, Morning
Where: Law office of Miles Edgeworth
Summary: "The Miles Edgeworth you're looking for does not exist here." Despite Von Karma's discouraging words, Gregory takes the only lead he's offered in finding his son.
Warnings: Angst/Drama
It's not fortune, accident, or time that keep things from you. It's yourself. Gregory Edgeworth never kid himself when it came to his less than stellar parenting. He was early to leave and late to return, just skirting the seconds before his son closed his eyes to give him that long awaited kiss goodnight. On days when a sitter was no-where to be found, he would bring his boy to work with him, sitting him down where he seemed ever so content to just read in mutual understanding of the sorts of obligations that came with Gregory's taxing career. And as much as he knew it wasn't healthy for his boy to be caught up in law books and the latest injustice Gregory was hired to rectify, he couldn't bring himself to discourage him.
If they couldn't share time together as a contemporary family, at least they could have that bonding note. But that note alone would never conceal the truth. Gregory longed to give him more. So much more! He needs friends, playtime in the park, camping, fishing. Things a normal child longs for. As a father first and a lawyer second, he brow-beat himself over these simple things he couldn't give his only offspring.
Gregory cherished him far too much to give him second-best. That's why he was out here this morning, the moment sirens blasted the Darkness away and he could start this wild goose chase. If death had taught Gregory anything, it was how fleeting life truly was, and he had better not waste a second of it dawdling while his boy could be out there lost and alone without a friend in the world.
Staring up at the gold lettering of "Miles Edgeworth Attorney at Law" he recanted how much love urged one to do exceedingly foolish things. What was he hoping to find here? Would he find his 9 year old little child dressed to the nines behind a desk awaiting his client? The thought was absurd. But just how many Miles Edgeworth's were there out in the world? Whatever the answer, it didn't matter, so long none attempted to disparage the truth before him. Sipping from the poison of Von Karma has been enough to make him ill.
Or so he inclined to believe, hoping that the nausea he felt then was just the anxiety of his soul being thrust back into a bitter frightening existence, and not his new body succumbing to the apparent pandemic slowly crippling this very island.
Adjusting his germ-defending surgeon's mask to his face, he entered the establishment and approached the service desk. Not a soul in sight, he then went to the main office itself, giving the door a curtly knock.
It's futile only if you believe it's so.
I am EXTREMELY SORRY for my lateness on this, feel free to scratch my face off OTL
The face he looked upon was unlike anything he had expected. No. It was almost forlornly foreign to him. Those arched bangs were telling but... he had to side with logic. The person he was looking for was a child and this was clearly nothing but--
"A coincident." He caught himself uttering beneath his baited breath and shook his head in apology as he removed his hat and bowed his head with deep remorse for any intrusion.
"Ah, no, do forgive me--Yes, it's best err on the side of caution." A note to the lack of handshake and a reminder to himself that he should keep his face-mask taut. There was the urge to fidget like none-other he had felt before as he moldered over how to explain his reasoning to being here smoothly.
At least not to look like a crazy-man off the streets.
"It's actually by sheer coincident that I'm here. I'm not exactly sure what I was hoping for to be very honest." His hand the gripped his fedora was starting to scrunch the top of it ever so slightly as it pressed against his front, he none-the-less, kept himself dignified as he addressed the younger man.
"I'm a new arrival, searching for my adolescent son. He.. just so happens to share your name."