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discedo_logs2008-05-08 03:43 pm
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Who: Gregory and Miles Edgeworth
Where: The police station
When: During the storm, after Miles shows up
Rating: Probably PG
Summary: Miles arrives in Discedo, and gets caught in the storm. Gregory goes out to look for him.
The log:
In retrospect, Gregory probably should have put more thought into his plan. At first, it seemed straightforward: Somehow, son ended up in hellhole. Find son. Get to son before various freaks, monsters, violations of nature and sanity etc. get there first.
However, thanks to worry, concern, and more than a bit of panic, Gregory neglected a few things. First of all, it was storming, and the only thing he had to shield himself was the worn, gray suitjacket he had on when he first woke up here. Second of all, he wasn't much better off than Miles was; the only advantage he had was a lead pipe and roughly two or three weeks of training. In other words, he was hopeless.
...well, if they were lucky, Miles would be close to the police station, instead of wandering around god-knows-where. Gregory approached Brebo Avenue and tugged the suit jacket over his head again, and kept an eye out for his son; or at least, the image of him he saw on the network.
Where: The police station
When: During the storm, after Miles shows up
Rating: Probably PG
Summary: Miles arrives in Discedo, and gets caught in the storm. Gregory goes out to look for him.
The log:
In retrospect, Gregory probably should have put more thought into his plan. At first, it seemed straightforward: Somehow, son ended up in hellhole. Find son. Get to son before various freaks, monsters, violations of nature and sanity etc. get there first.
However, thanks to worry, concern, and more than a bit of panic, Gregory neglected a few things. First of all, it was storming, and the only thing he had to shield himself was the worn, gray suitjacket he had on when he first woke up here. Second of all, he wasn't much better off than Miles was; the only advantage he had was a lead pipe and roughly two or three weeks of training. In other words, he was hopeless.
...well, if they were lucky, Miles would be close to the police station, instead of wandering around god-knows-where. Gregory approached Brebo Avenue and tugged the suit jacket over his head again, and kept an eye out for his son; or at least, the image of him he saw on the network.