Tut-tut, it looks like rain!

[demon_gent]

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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[makethemguilty]

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.

[demon_gent]

"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."

[makethemguilty]

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."

[demon_gent]

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?"

[makethemguilty]

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?"

[demon_gent]

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."

[makethemguilty]

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?"

[demon_gent]

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."

[makethemguilty]

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."

[demon_gent]

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."

[makethemguilty]

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.