Lisa Frank's LSD Fun House (C) ( He has been bewitched by the picture in the water for far too long, but somehow he can't tear his gaze away.
He'd never thought that anyone would miss him if he died, and it's foolish to dwell upon the thought because this isn't real. It isn't happening. His fingers curl into a fist which he slams into the surface of the water. The ripples that form bring only temporary relief, because the image that lies underneath is still uncomfortably discernible. Dread creeps up Edgeworth's spine and his cravat feels uncomfortably tight around his neck.
With considerably more distress to his voice than he'd care to admit to, he shouts out to no-one in particular: )
Will someone please tell me what in the world is going on here?!
Interstellar Action Force Assemble (G) ( Edgeworth has been doing his best to find somewhere out of the way where he can curl up uninterrupted and have no witnesses to his quickly impending breakdown. Difficult enough it is to believe he's on an honest-to-God spaceship, it's the more minute realities of the situation which are causing him difficulties. There are too many people and not enough space, and he's been incredibly claustrophobic since...
... no. There's no point thinking about that right now. Better to just focus on anything but the dark spots dancing at the corner of his vision, or the saccharine scent that permeates the air. He knocks at the doorway of the nearest rest room. )
Miles Edgeworth | Ace Attorney | New threads welcome!
( He has been bewitched by the picture in the water for far too long, but somehow he can't tear his gaze away.
He'd never thought that anyone would miss him if he died, and it's foolish to dwell upon the thought because this isn't real. It isn't happening. His fingers curl into a fist which he slams into the surface of the water. The ripples that form bring only temporary relief, because the image that lies underneath is still uncomfortably discernible. Dread creeps up Edgeworth's spine and his cravat feels uncomfortably tight around his neck.
With considerably more distress to his voice than he'd care to admit to, he shouts out to no-one in particular: )
Will someone please tell me what in the world is going on here?!
Interstellar Action Force Assemble (G)
( Edgeworth has been doing his best to find somewhere out of the way where he can curl up uninterrupted and have no witnesses to his quickly impending breakdown. Difficult enough it is to believe he's on an honest-to-God spaceship, it's the more minute realities of the situation which are causing him difficulties. There are too many people and not enough space, and he's been incredibly claustrophobic since...
... no. There's no point thinking about that right now. Better to just focus on anything but the dark spots dancing at the corner of his vision, or the saccharine scent that permeates the air. He knocks at the doorway of the nearest rest room. )
Apologies. Is this room taken?
Wildcard
( I'll roll with whatever you give me! )