open rp post
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wunderkind
an open rp post
(it is what it says it is)
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pick a character
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leave me a comment. maybe a scenario, maybe an AU scenario, maybe a picture, maybe a word,
maybe a request to resume old game canon, maybe just a comment.
i don't care. do your worst.
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helpful note: i am currently obsessed with the Hunger Games and Christmas. can you combine those into one tag?
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let's get it on
disclaimer: we probably won't get it on
+ there are no promises i will take this seriously
to christmastown? yes!
Date: 2013-12-12 06:20 pm (UTC)Happy New Year, have a cramped hand.
[His gaze trails up to the sky, where the heavy cloud cover conceals any sight of daylight. It's disgusting, waxing nostalgic like this--or false nostalgic, really, as he doesn't have much to be nostalgic about, but.]
I always wanted to do fireworks, for the New Year. Isn't that what people usually do?
Oh my god I want to go to Christmastown :<
Date: 2013-12-12 07:04 pm (UTC)[Edgeworth hates the whole thing - the whole Christmas season, November to January, every bit of it, top to bottom. But Sirius is...The loyalty Edgeworth owes Sirius is immense. It is stronger by far than the curmudgeonly dislike he has for the season. If Sirius were to express a desire for a Christmas tree, Edgeworth would agree; mere fireworks is of course permitted.
Edgeworth ducks to avoid a low tree branch, weighted with snow; it scrapes across his head, spreading a streak of white down his hair.]
I know in the Soviet Union, they exchange gifts and ignore Christmas Day altogether. So the tradition varies by locale.
well come on over to my house then that's where it is
Date: 2013-12-12 10:45 pm (UTC)[It's bleak, but he's mostly being sarcastic anyways, he doesn't actually mean it. And he's not going to say anything about Christmas trees, about lights and gifts and the lot of it, because-- it's an idiotic impulse.]
You didn't do fireworks, did you. But presents on Christmas, I s'ppose, right? Does anyone not do presents on Christmas?
Yes all right it better still be so in early January
Date: 2013-12-13 02:48 pm (UTC)Non-Christians?
[There was a time, not long ago, when he'd have flinched and gone silent, sad, when asked that sort of thing. But now - or maybe it's but with Sirius - he's able to allow a little bit of sardonic humor.
Though he still appreciates that they get to the Crossed Arms at that moment, that he can take a moment to comport himself as he unwinds his scarf. So that he can answer casually, offhandedly.]
In any case. No, no fireworks, but yes, presents. Which, knowing you, is probably a disappointment. I know you'd be far keener on explosions than gifts.
[It's quite empty in the pub; it's quiet, too. He slides into a seat at a table, raises his eyes to the Christmasy tinsel, looks away again. He doesn't know whether it's safe to ask the return question regarding Sirius' family; he decides to listen, first, to try to gauge Sirius' attitude.]
come before january 6th and it will be!
Date: 2013-12-13 10:14 pm (UTC)Or it ought to be. But there's Christmas decorations even in the pub, a few gestures of tinsel and holly that ought to be sad in the dim surroundings, but somehow manage still to possess some bit of cheer. Sirius glances at the tinsel as well, sparing it a moment.]
Well, if they were explosive presents...
[He shrugs a little, with a thin smile, as he slumps back against the booth.]
What d'you want? If I get us pints, are you going to complain?
I CAN'T I'LL BE IN THE SOUTHWEST UNTIL JANUARY 6TH
Date: 2013-12-13 10:34 pm (UTC)[And that's good. He's proud of that sardonic comment, that irreverence; being able to speak about Christmastime and the Christmas season irreverently is nice.
And yet a moment later there's a strange twist of something - guilt or sadness or something - and he looks away and gives a little shrug. And he suffers from some strange, inexplicable emotion when he says:]
And, ah...thanks. For buying.
[And it's said awkwardly, not thoughtlessly like it should be, and Edgeworth finds himself growing suddenly, intensely self-conscious in a way he does considerably less often of late.]
WELL I'M SORRY BUT THAT'S WHEN CHRISTMASTOWN GOES HOME
Date: 2013-12-14 12:16 pm (UTC)Yeah, it's so much money. I'll be right back.
[It's still a little strange that money is of consequence now, that he can't just-- do whatever he pleases with it. Not that he was ever particularly swayed by the thrill of wealth--it just sort of was, there was nothing really to it.
At the bar, he orders the two pints and hangs around while they get them together--then takes them back to Edgeworth, depositing one neatly on the table before him. Only a little sloshes over the glass.]
Cheers. Happy Christmas, which you hate, and a happy New Year. May it be full of paperwork.
WHY CAN'T IT STAY
Date: 2013-12-14 01:45 pm (UTC)[That comes out a little weak.]
Cheers.
[That one sounds a little better. But there's still a certain degree of discomfort as he takes the first sip - which, in spite of his complaints and mockery of this pub, is a good, fine brew, offered at very reasonable prices; the only issue is a certain lack of sanitation, true, but over the past few years they've both lost their more...finicky standards.
Things have a pleasant sort of equilibrium now. Being an Auror isn't like he thought it would be when he was younger; there's quite a bit more paperwork and methodical investigation than thrilling apprehension of evil Dark wizards through feats of derring-do. The most reckless, exciting, and dangerous moment happened when they were seventeen; there have been firefights since then, yes, but most of what Edgeworth does in a given day is sort through testimonies of suspected Death Eaters to determine who was under the Imperius curse and who is merely pretending. He's good at that; Sirius, whip-smart, is as well. They run good, solid interrogations. They bring in more culprits than nearly any other team.
Their work is good. In some strange, taciturn way, their lives are good, too. Or at least Edgeworth thinks they are. Sirius might see things differently, but...He'd grown up so isolated. To have someone to live with, to talk with, who is perhaps not precisely a friend (perhaps?) but who is there, and who is good, is more than he'd ever hoped for.
And yet. And yet Edgeworth can never help testing that equilibrium. He can never stop himself from reaching out and pressing at it, examining it.
He says, once he's swallowed his beer:]
I don't ever mean to prevent you from celebrating the holiday.
why hello
Date: 2013-12-30 06:58 pm (UTC)Today, Sirius wishes for silence. Not because he's feeling particularly depressed--if anything, he feels a little numb and distant. He more wants silence because he doesn't really want to talk about holidays.
Or he does. Traitorous fucking thought.
Instead of answering, he shrugs, like it's nothing, and quickly takes another sip of beer to buy himself time.]
Well, you aren't. So.
[Good answer, Black. He pulls a little face at himself, staring down into his glass.]
I don't care, honestly.
why HELLO
Date: 2013-12-31 03:58 am (UTC)That's all he gives Sirius. Just that look, as he sips his beer, and nothing else. To speak aloud would obligate Sirius to respond aloud; the Look allows a bit more leeway, the ability to pretend he hadn't seen - just in case the topic is too painful.]
ello guvna
Date: 2013-12-31 10:18 pm (UTC)His eyes narrow a little. He takes another sip of beer, fortifying, and then sets the glass down, folding his arms over his chest and leaning back.]
Something wrong?
ello ello
Date: 2014-01-01 04:52 am (UTC)It is a matter of significance to you. The claim that you do not care is altogether false.
tuppence t'feed the birds guvna?
Date: 2014-01-01 11:29 pm (UTC)And how d'you know that, exactly? Been reading my diary? It's a bloody holiday, Edgeworth. I'm not some girl, and I'm not a kid.
no get yourself away child i haven't time for you
Date: 2014-01-02 12:20 am (UTC)One needn't be either a child or female to attach emotional significance to something. And you attach emotional significance to Christmas. It's written on your face whenever you so much as glance at a Christmas tree.
aiight but you will be visited by 3 spirits jsyk
Date: 2014-01-02 12:32 pm (UTC)But Merlin, he's not some kid anymore. He can try and keep some dignity about this, at least, or else what is he?]
Is that right. And why are you watching me so bloody closely? What d'you care for? If you don't want to celebrate Christmas, yourself, then you ought to be pretty well pleased at the way that things have gone.
bourbon, vodka, and everclear
Date: 2014-01-02 02:49 pm (UTC)But depression also causes a drop in efficiency, doesn't it? And, well, completely aside from issues of work...Edgeworth cares about Sirius. Really a lot. If he has to engage fully in this argument, even at the cost of some harmony, then so be it.]
Of course. Because what is more pleasing than watching someone suppress their completely rational desires?
all of them are absinthe actually but good guesses
Date: 2014-01-02 05:22 pm (UTC)Well, whatever. He's tired. He's irritated, still, and there's anger just under the surface of this, but he slumps back for now, his temper momentarily muted.]
So, what. Let's finish up these drinks and go out to get a Christmas tree, is that what you had in mind?
Ah, that makes my heart grow fonder
Date: 2014-01-02 05:32 pm (UTC)So he answers with a small shrug.]
If you'd like that.
ha ha ha you are so funny
Date: 2014-01-02 05:59 pm (UTC)But he's started this, and Sirius isn't going to be the one to back down. So he lifts his chin, a little, stubbornly.]
Fine. Then let's go.
I know :')
Date: 2014-01-03 06:12 pm (UTC)So he drains most of the rest of his beer, nods shortly, stands up, throws a few pounds down on the table. (It's Christmas, after all, and the barman deserves a tip - and Edgeworth can't count on Sirius to tip at Muggle establishments; the man is altogether helpless with pounds and shillings.)]
There's a shop that sells trees two blocks from here.
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Date: 2014-01-03 08:20 pm (UTC)Outside, the weather remains unchanged. Maybe a little colder, if he has to make any sort of judgement on it. He knows the direction that Edgeworth was indicating when he said two blocks; he's walked these streets often enough that he caught sight of the trees. Not like he was fogging up the window staring at them, just--he knew of them.]
And we're just carrying this home?
[A levitation charm isn't an option, after all. This is muggle London.]
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Date: 2014-01-04 06:08 pm (UTC)[He...hadn't really thought that through. Because - Yes, they would have to, wouldn't they; it's not as though you buy a tree and then it magically begins to sprout in your living room. (Unless that is the procedure in wizarding shops.) But -
He squares his shoulders.]
I think we can manage. I've the strength for it.
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Date: 2014-01-04 09:09 pm (UTC)[Not that he is, in actuality, all that surprised. Edgeworth has the build and heft of a hippogriff, for all his quiet bookishness and deep frowns and glasses. He's no weak weed of a man, and he doesn't use his strength, but it's there.
Still, the idea of him carting home a Christmas tree on his back is pretty ridiculous, and Sirius looks askance at him, eyebrows raised coolly.]
Right, that convinces me. We're buying a tree--I wouldn't miss the sight of this for the world.
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Date: 2014-01-11 02:37 am (UTC)Excellent. Come along, then.
[He isn't backing down. And so he stomps to the little shop. It's an outdoor place, covered with a tent, full of the scent of pine and winter; there's one salesman there, currently dealing with a young couple with a little child (gender a complete mystery under the layers of fluff and wool). And Edgeworth walks in, and feels a little wrenching pang, smelling it - that Christmas scent, cold metallic snow and woodlands.]
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Date: 2014-01-13 07:13 am (UTC)Instead he hangs back with his hands in his pockets, his glare set vaguely on the trees around them. There's a few moments of silence, and then he points out a tree that is deliberately far too large.]
That one.