sirenspull_logs | Tut-tut, it looks like rain!

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Tut-tut, it looks like rain!

Who: Damon Gant and YOU!
When: Sunday morning to the afternoon
Where: Between sector 4 and 5
Summary: With his first day here, Gant is more than ready to start assimilating himself with the rest of society, but hearing that this is an island, he's determined to see the beach, no matter how foul the weather is! Feel free to catch him between train-stops 26. Elmer Stop and 1. Ravenwood Stop, he'll be happy to chat you up along the way. Or even at his last stop walking from the train station past Better Afterlife Mortuary, Cinnagrad Cemetery, McKinley Zoo and towards the Aquarium.
Warnings: Only if you're allergic to happiness

The rain, rain, rain came down, down, down in rushing, rising rivulets... but Damon Gant was quick to the task of keeping dry, dry, dry. After all, his lightning-shock of hair would have deflated under the drizzle, and he couldn't have that, now could he? The old gentleman was in his Sunday's best; his glaring suit of sunset orange that he lived and died in. It was a difficult color to miss, especially amongst the grim transit public. They were either quick to look away so his radiance wouldn't burn into their retinas, or their gaze was fixated on him like moths to a whimsical flame.

Gant had that sort of magnetism to him. Enough that before entering the train station he managed to barter for a ticket and sweet-talked another into giving him their umbrella. Charm and benevolence were Gant's most powerful weapons in strange places he had never been... they weren't too shabby back home either. Without a doubt, Gant had the sort of air that wriggled itself into your heart where he would latch on and never let go. Some even went so far as to symbolically sell their soul to him.

For now there was no need for such a strangle-hold on anyone, Gant was his own man. Free of the fools he left behind, free of the hushed rumors and lies, the doubters and good-for-nothings, the objectors and persecutors, the sentencing, the shackles, the bars, the memory of the long green mile, and the memory of the last deep sleep. He had been executed but knew when he had awoken on this isle not between heaven or hell, but Canada of all the silly places, that his last words to the court held ever so true.

"You see, if I listen carefully, I can hear it right now...

...The sound of a new beginning!"

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There's a slight stiffness in his body which arises from the man's very presence though he was not readily aware of it quite yet, the elevated heat making Von Karma sweat slightly beneath his collar. The sudden presence of an glaringly orange-suited man does make him draw up his eyes in shock, jaw slackening for a split moment before he pushed up at the last possible moment. Unfortunately the subway car jolts and sends him falling face first into the man's suit coat headlong, hands splayed on both sides of that barrel chest like a nimble cat catching itself in the midst of a fall.

"C-cannot...be," he mumbled as he quickly righted himself, a red imprint from the other's massive button square on his forehead. He smoothes it away with one hand, frowning at the other with a calculating stare. Manfred was doubtlessly surprised.

"How long have you been here?"

The momentary stumble towards his person was like Fate slamming them together with the most pain possible. At least more-so for one side of the collision. Gant however, couldn't be more tickled to see the old blueblood clutch to him, only to push away with that over-sensitive knack for dignity.

Always sharp, that Freddy. He could make himself look refined whilst standing in the middle of a circus and none would question his aristocratic air.

It was only natural that Gant's first inclination was to muddle him up and ruffle his pretty peacock feathers. He clasped his gloved hands together, a look of ever-elated joy across his tanned features.

"Oh I just flew in actually, hoho~! Or rather I rode the lightning, to be perfectly literal. That poor baseball diamond didn't know what hit it!"

"T-t'ch!"

A haughty sound was echoed throughout the car as a faint throbbing from said collision began to annoy him like the buzz of a bee or some other stinging insect, lips thinning into the bitterest of frowns. He did so despise embarrassing himself in public, much less when around this behemoth of a man! Still, it's a bit unbelievable to think that Damon Gant, former chief of police, would be shadowing his steps here in a nonexistent City only months later after his own arrival.

"...You would."

He replied stiffly to that, eying him with a degree of suspicion. His ability to exaggerate was...profound.

"Hn. I suppose I should have expected you to appear sooner or later. This place seems to have trapped in a number of individuals here who are familiar."

"Speaking of which, I was just on the mobile gabbing to your Mini-you. Had to cut the moody boy short when I saw you shuffle on board." Gant clapped his hands once, practically giddy at the practically evil ideas spinning in his cybernetic head.

"Perhaps we could all have tea sometime! You have seen him, haven't you?"

Though he could imagine they weren't on very chipper terms. What with Freddy trying to get Worthy convicted for murder... twice. Oh yes, he had read the transcripts. It was like a soap-opera! They even cross-examined the parrot for Zeus's sake!

With odds like that, it was no wonder Freddy lost. The wild-cards were just too bloody stupid not to work.

Did he mean Miles? A pointed stare is given as the subway train comes to a brief stop, one of the many that would be between them and their destination.

"...You followed me." A heated glare the likes of which could melt steel is directed at the overly cheerful man, and had he been capable of hissing at that moment he perhaps would have.

"Fool. I have been here longer than you. How could I not?"

He'd rather not have to talk about such things given it was an obvious sorespot to lose to a dunderhead like Phoenix Wright. Especially if he had been plotting for the upside of fifteen years. To have such intricate plans unravelled so easily by such a moron was terribly laughable.

Edited 2012-03-26 07:42 (UTC)

"Only a teensy bit." Holding his forefinger and thumb just slightly apart for emphasis.

"I was actually already in the car ahead of you. Maybe you saw me first and stalked me here, Freddy." He insinuated with a jocular wink. He couldn't help teasing the man. he had to make up for the years they had spent apart since graduation.

Freddy would never return or acknowledge his calls. Or cards. Or invitations. Or flowers.

It was almost like he didn't want to be around him! But that just couldn't be so, Gant was sure of it. He was just coy as ever.

"I had to ask, the tension is just killing me."

If he wasn't careful he could have incurred the man's wraith in a heartbeat.

Most certainly not! He was a busy man. To think that he would engage in such rubbish was only telling how foolish Damon Gant was. He could make nice-nice with just about everyone but Von Karma.

"...Good," Manfred grumbled, folding his arms over his chest with that deep-lined scowl of his.

"You skirted my previous question. Why should I answer yours if you do little more than address me in a circumlocutory manner?"

That was the great challenge Von Karma presented before him. A man so impenetrable he could not be pierced by any manner. Gant's only weapon was sheer persistence. Von Karma was the great mountain, and Gant was the sea, ebbing away at his granite foundations since time was time.

He indulged every second of it.

"Now Freddy, I swear I told you. Just dropped in. As in today. As in this morning. As in 9:45am Pacific time." He knew all too well Von Karma craved only hard details, but prying him to ask for them was what he longed for.

Anything to keep him engaged. This was Gant's playtime.

"May I have an answer now? Pretty please? I'll dance at your next guilty verdict if you do."

Edited 2012-03-26 08:09 (UTC)

He was the icy tyrant punishing those below him with no mercy; Gant was the vibrant sycophant, ever trying to gain Von Karma's favor. They would clash on a consistent basis, neither managing to compromise the strength of will of the other.

"My name is Manfred." The snippy thing who called himself Von Karma growled out in annoyance, hating that inane little pet name.

"Hmph. So then swim your way back to where you came from!"

Taps his finger against his arm impatiently, before deciding a simple answer would suffice.

"Unfortunately I cannot avoid him, as he's taken to slandering me before I even got here. He is a coward and a fool to think he can thwart me."

"And I shant forget it either," Gant appeased to him only in a rather obtuse way. His penchant for giving diminutives were adorned to those who held his interest most. Very few were given in a derogative sense; that cowboy filth Jakey being one of the unfortunate.

"But why would I want to go and do a thing like that when I've come here to find all you lot having a little shindig without me! I thought for sure I'd be in Hades or Valhalla or possibly Purgatory with 70 virgins and my own harp and bathrobe, but it's Canada! I'm afraid we've been taken for a bit of a loop, old boy."

Yes, they were definitely shafted in a sense. But it was better than what those idiots probably hoped he'd be facing. Those of the defense and those dissenters from the force had bayed for his blood to burn in fiery torment. Oh how delicious it was that they would get no such satisfaction.

"We've paddled here in the same little boat on the river Styx. I wouldn't put it past them to have attempted to badmouth me in my absence as well. Hohohoho.. They certainly got all uppity when I crashed their little hug-circle of a blogging community."

Edited 2012-03-26 08:39 (UTC)

Considering his dogmatic and more than likely religiously Catholic background he would have been expecting...Well, not this. Not even by far! It was, of course, nothing less than a personal hell for him. Ending up in a place where his power of authority in legal matters did not even compare to what it used to be. But unlike what Miles Edgeworth may have wanted to think he did not and would not falter or become nothing. He would prevail, in the end. By his very nature he was meant to succeed. To be perfect. That was a Von Karma.

"A network that is...certainly lacking. I do not broadcast myself so openly without good reason."

A social network environment was convenient in some ways, but irritating in others. Granted he would not want to mingle with most of those who employed its uses and it was relatively useful in gathering information, but beyond that Manfred was very much the traditional meeting-in-person if the matter was pressing kind of individual.

"...What do you intend to do then?"

That very question was something he was contemplating himself the moment he opened his eyes to this cold, alien, maple-syrupy world. Gant took a seat then across from Von Karma and crossed his arms as he looked rather pensive for a moment.

"I haven't quite decided, to be frank. The Police force is out, for one. I've heard from the locals that their resources are rather inept. I was also greeted immediately with a pamphlet describing the dynamism of a company called AGI, looking for skilled applicants with a bawdy sense of conviction. Hard to say, really."

His thoughtful composure flashed away with a sudden grin, looking to his old friend for feedback, "Maybe I could become a massage therapist! I was always told I was good with my hands."

Making a clawing and groping gesture in the air.

Edited 2012-03-26 09:24 (UTC)

Craning his ear for a moment to hear the announcer say they were coming up on Crossroads, stop 10 Manfred relaxes, holding his cane out in front of him while he listened to the other man prattle on about job possibilities.

"Afterglow, Inc."

He mentions briefly, as if it was already common knowledge for someone like him. Gant was certain to be a force to be reckoned with only if he could be given the right person to buddy up to. It looks like he'd perhaps chosen the right one. It would just take quite a bit of convincing for Manfred to be agreeable to such a partnership.

He makes a face at that last comment however.

"I rue the day I see you in your skivvy shorts touching others in such a manner."

"Oh come now, Freddy! You could be my first customer. When's the last time you've been unraveled? Why I bet your tendons are like violin strings tightened to the point of taking out someone's eye."

The very idea was insidious. He had been just joshing as usual, but maybe, just maybe he would take it seriously just to watch his old colleague writhe beneath him as he combed out the rat's-nests of knots in his flesh.

His face almost visibly contorts at the notion, cane handle clenched until knuckles burn white.

"Most certainly not!"

Don't even think about laying a hand on me was the indicating tone in his voice. He wouldn't put up with this poppycock. So help him if Gant attempted to place even a finger on him he would not hesitate to lash out physically.

"HAA HAAHAHAHAHA! Old boy, you never cease to be my bright ray of sunshine on a cloudy day!" He continued that good-natured guffawing till he was wiping little flecks of crocodile tears from beneath his rose-colored lenses. Von Karma's fury was just the reaction he was after, and now that he had it he was spent.

For the moment.

"Alright, alright, maybe not. So why don't you tell me more about this Inc. Afterglow, is it then? My what a rousing title."

Had he been able to see outside no doubt it would be raining, like the prelude to a dreary night filled with unpleasant memories. It was a sure bet Damon Gant would manage to annoy him to the point of remembering all those little incidents back in law school. Just his very presence was enough to ignite some of the bitterness he'd managed to extinguish by means of indifference.

For the moment however he'll take the inquiry into account, before pointedly ignoring that little comment.

"...No doubt they had a greeting party for you at that wretched apartment building. Afterglow Inc, otherwise referred to as AGI, heads the island's entertainment sector. They're a corporation with control over many operations here, such as the night track on the subway system, the newcomer facilities, etc. Nothing is truly neutral here. Politics, government, law...You might say they have a hand in everything."

How much more unfortunate was it for Von Karma that the events that transpired during their romping school-days were still fresh in Gant's mind. And he had every intention of reliving them even if he had to drag his former classmate out kicking, screaming, scratching, and snapping.

The short description alone had Gant all the more interested, his pupils dilating ever so slightly as he stared with intense engrossment.

"You seem to know an awful lot on them, Freddy dear. In fact a company's whose reach touches far and wide seems right up your ally." And his own, "Do you perhaps work for them?"

And he would be met with the same granite-forced resistance, the wintry man's baleful glare enough to send most unfortunate beings scattering and far, far away from him. But not the annoyingly resilient Damon Gant. No; He somehow managed to bounce back no matter what sort of tribulation he was subjected to by Manfred's hand.

A twitch of his mouth is all that is displayed to make his acute distaste known, his sharply arching brows raising ever further as he opened his mouth to address the other man promptly.

"...No doubt that pamphlet would have told you half as much. I do. An affiliate, to be precise."

But sharing this information so readily may not have been...wise. Yet, he has nothing to fear from him, in any case.

"Why do you want to know?"

There was a flicker of vicious hunger in his demeanor, something of which he kept secretly tucked away. He smiled not in that jolly sort of way, but in a darkly serrated manner best suited for a fire-breathing dragon. Those great big green eyes flashed with a hint of forewarning; he was fiercely eager and without an outlet to ravish that white-hot energy on.

Large gloved hands folded in front of him, elbows resting on his knees as his tone lowered to a guttural entreat.

"I need to carve my niche, find an alcove, my berth, Freddy. You know how I get when my restless hands haven't anything to do." All that silly banter was gone, his teeth were out and he was famished.

"Put the word in for me and I'll make it worth your while and more. Even you can attest I'm good for it."

Edited 2012-04-22 04:07 (UTC)

The emptied car swayed slightly as they rounded a curve, the sound of the world rushing by echoing in his mind while he took that voracious eye into consideration. Gant was always very ambitious and self-serving, a man who would do anything to gain a way to his hedonistic pleasures even at the expense of others.

He kept himself posed straight-backed and stiff, legs crossing with both hands placed over the top of his cane while he considered the proposal.

Slowly his lips curved into a smirk as a plan began to form in his mind, wondering how their being allied might be to his advantage. Gant was a whiz when it came to making new friends and forming connections, but he lacked a certain...tact and diplomacy that Manfred possessed. He could very easily make Gant's people-pleaser attitude appealing to AGI's PR department indeed.

"If I agree to this then I'd expect you have something to offer that is...Worth my while in the future, yes? Pray tell, what is it you had in mind?"

Von Karma knew him through and through. A man who was privy to such was veraciously unique, despite Gant's apparent openness with the world. In truth he was as guarded as an armored tank inside a canon-proof vault. The workings of his mind were heavily classified and protected with deadly force. Under the guise of a magnanimous humanitarian he sought the aid of no one but himself. His former colleague had always understood that, and it was the mutual understanding that gained Gant's surprisingly limited respect.

I came to serve and protect, but whoever will serve me? It's my turn, it's only fair.

I've the wits to be judge, jury, and executioner. Things would prosper under me, the scum should have been grateful. In my world if I prosper, you prosper.

But that's the degenerative world we live in. They hate progress. So in turn they hate me.

Gant saw that old flare of Von Karma's light up between them. He knew how good it could be. He gave his cross-tie a little adjustment, as eyes of jealous malachite half-lidded under his scheming thoughts.

"I'll be your investigative strong-arm. Don't think I don't know what sort of morons they filled the local precinct. They even hired that backwater hick of a scum-bag. Knowing their ilk, they'll screw up an investigation just to watch you fall again."

There he extended his hand, thick retractiles curling to beckon him forth like the Devil making an offer that shant be refused.

"You can trust me, Manfred. After all...

They think I'm tame now."

The system was flawed, no doubt about that. Gant was living proof of that fact. As he himself had been corrupted by it. Gant arguably had once been a good detective. A good cop. But Von Karma himself could never ascribe to such a title. He was hated in every sense of the word by all manner of people who pretended to know him when in fact none of them did. And he didn't want them to.

His celebrity status had unfortunately come with..all kinds of conjecture. The rumours circulated endlessly through the prosecution office, and thus he was painted in part to color the imaginations of every fool that believed in such nonsense to begin with. "The man with the scary face", or so he was nicknamed by certain individuals. What merits they bore was a thing of much debate.

Even here in this place the air was thick with hearsay and gossipmongers trying to condemn him for the things Miles Edgeworth had said. His reputation did precede him, indeed.

"..Hm."

A minor sound is given as his features harden further and his lips crease into a vicious, if not wolfish smile. He could see where such a dastardly plan hatched between the two of them could be useful against his many enemies. Who would expect them to make ties, after all? Not to say that he was desperate for company or that allies were to be desired, but Gant had never been incompetent in all his days of knowing him.

"Fine. But only under the condition that you know your place. And you act with subtlety."

Sealing a deal with a demon was nothing he hadn't managed to do before, and thus he'd reach across to breach the space between them as his eyes glittered. Skin met leather with no hesitance, forming a formal agreement through the touch itself.

"Consider this a binding accord."

They could have sealed the deal in blood and the pact betwixt them would have been just as strong. But the blood could always flow later, Gant would gladly bide his time here. Endless time he had to scheme and frolic before his dissenters while they stood helpless to stop him.

A smile creased him with insatiably wicked delight as he squeezed his partner's palm.

"Needn't worry about that, Freddy... It'll just be like old times." A rustic purr left him as the screech of the train breaks shuddered the car.

"Ravenwood, Ravenwood Stop, all passengers for Ravenwood please depart."

The sensual robotic voice lifted Gant rather gallantly from his seat and there he took the liberty of pulling his old friend up with him.

"Last stop, I take this is yours, isn't it? I have a wave to catch but... what say you and I meet up after your obligations? Then we can better discuss the finer details."

Edited 2012-05-16 05:50 (UTC)

The gesture perhaps lingers a bit too long for his liking, but he'll endure, as he always had. The old prosecutor was no fool.

He is quite aware that he still has business that needs attending, and thus the intercom announcing his stop pulls him back to reality.

"Hn. As long as you know where we draw the line."

There's a line of tension down his back as he's pulled against his will, and he'll bat the hand away once he's finished. Manfred was not entirely fond of that sort of contact from Chief Gant, after all. He didn't need a crutch. Depending on another was a sign of weakness.

"Fine. Then don't be late. You'll know when I am finished. I'll send the proper time to that device of yours."

A last glance is given before Manfred turned and, with cane in tow, left the train off to carry out the task that was required of him. It was an interesting development, but time would tell whether or not Gant lived up to his word. Nothing further was needed.

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