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discedo_logs2008-06-06 04:50 pm
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[In-Progress]
Who: Razer Gefahr and Miles Edgeworth
Where: The Marshall Street Apartments, room 502. (AKA, Razer's place. :D)
When: A little after this thread.
Rating: PG-13 to start.
Summary: Edgey visits Razer for knife throwing lessons. No, really, that's the only reason. ...Stop looking at me like that.
the log:
Really, Razer had things to do. Technically. He could be working in the greenhouse--it didn't count as work--or checking up on Torn, climbing one of the taller buildings to look across the lake in search of Prydain's exploration party--he'd still been able to see them, a speck in the distance, until yesterday evening--or even getting some of that sleep he'd been ordered to get healthy doses of since he got sick.
But...they weren't really better things to do than spend some time with Edgeworth.
He had his two knives, plus one he'd filched from the inventory earlier today, set out on a table he'd cleansed once he regained his abilities--almost two months ago, Makers--and set out in the livingroom along with three mismatched chairs.
Edgeworth should have been here a couple minutes ago, though. The walk from Latimir to Marshall was not a long one...
Where: The Marshall Street Apartments, room 502. (AKA, Razer's place. :D)
When: A little after this thread.
Rating: PG-13 to start.
Summary: Edgey visits Razer for knife throwing lessons. No, really, that's the only reason. ...Stop looking at me like that.
the log:
Really, Razer had things to do. Technically. He could be working in the greenhouse--it didn't count as work--or checking up on Torn, climbing one of the taller buildings to look across the lake in search of Prydain's exploration party--he'd still been able to see them, a speck in the distance, until yesterday evening--or even getting some of that sleep he'd been ordered to get healthy doses of since he got sick.
But...they weren't really better things to do than spend some time with Edgeworth.
He had his two knives, plus one he'd filched from the inventory earlier today, set out on a table he'd cleansed once he regained his abilities--almost two months ago, Makers--and set out in the livingroom along with three mismatched chairs.
Edgeworth should have been here a couple minutes ago, though. The walk from Latimir to Marshall was not a long one...