April Ludgate

Ah, yes. You are right on that count.

However, I may be caught out in a lie.

I didn't want to tell him that I had previously known him when he was here before... as a future or older version of himself. That seemed too awkward, and I wanted to make a good impression.

You may laugh if you want.

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You've got the outrage down, I guess. But the real Miles exploded.

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He WHAT?!

[Nobody said anything about explosions! And-wait a minute, did he just admit to being a fraud? He chokes and sputters, and continues to yell into the phone]

I mean-he's not...I'm not... there is no fake Edgeworth!

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i only lol online
but, so...
what did you tell him?

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Then who are you?

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I perhaps might have acted as if this was our first time meeting.

The imPort fund came up accidentally, and he expressed interest in helping out.

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Edgeworth!

[...okay, this is getting out of hand. Edgeworth takes a deep breath to compose himself, calming down]

Look, I believe that there's been a... misunderstanding of sorts. Let's-let's go back to the beginning, shall we?

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so
burn all the original stuff with his name on it?

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[ She doesn't laugh out loud. But there is just a bit of a smirk in her voice. So far, he checked out. ]

But then you'll just have to prove it all over again.

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[She's-she's toying with him! That evil little-]

Look, I'm going to say this, and I'm going to say this once. I am the real Miles Edgeworth. There was another Edgeworth a few months ago, and no, he did not blow up, he just...disappeared. I am not impersonating, nor do I have any idea why anyone would wish to! Do you understand now?!

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Hm. Yes. I rather think so.

Edited Date: 2014-12-25 04:14 am (UTC)

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anthropophagite

[ Kaneki doesn't really celebrate Christmas nor he is used to giving people presents, but in Japan there is Oseibu at the end of the year, when people give gifts to others who have helped them. So he decided (since he has heard so much about Christmas of late) to give something to his friends, acquaintances and people who have helped him. Also his (ex) roomates (since he left the house, but it's polite to give his roommates gifts ok ok).

Some time during 25th December to 2nd January, he will leave a small box with three cupcakes (sorry, he didn't taste any so he doesn't know if they are good) and attached to the box there is a green card that says "I hope you'll have a good new year." ]

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on it

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Yeah. So are you coming back to work or what? You've got like five million missed appointments.

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infomodder

[So Will's been pretty mum's the word about any Christmas presents for April. If asked, he'll say that he has something on order. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to come in time. If it's not here by the day after Christmas, he'll have to rethink who he orders from. Grumble grumble, people are so unreliable, grumble grumble, people. But other than that, he's pretty tight-lipped about whatever it is he's got in store for her.

He disappears pretty early morning of the day after, a note left that reads only have to travel to get your present got a notice they can't bring it to the house for some reason and that's that. At least until just after noon, whenever she'll find herself hunted down (is she at work? is she at home? doesn't matter, he's gotta find her) by some gruff, salty smelling guy who seems to have just gotten off a boat not long ago with a completely crammed envelope that probably would have been better off as a package, but alas.

Inside is a folder of pictures of another great white shark, this one a little smaller than the others, and a several page report on the day and how it went. The shark's name? April (♂). Will insisted it stay April, no Sir April, no Mister April, nothing, and that was the compromise. While the report, at first, might look official enough, she'll find that Will went through and added notes for her to get a better feeling of how everything went. Names of people who are not listed as GRAHAM are blotted out, naturally, but that doesn't stop Will from commenting on these blurred names. Specific mentions of anything that went less than pleasant have added commentary. A struck-out name (in marker, even, this is all very homemade) is followed by something along the lines of having a close encounter with the shark's jaws but making it out unscathed. Will underlines it, draws an arrow off to the side, and puts in we thought he had his hand bitten off for a second b/c of the yell. Talk about naming the shark ends up with mentions of GRAHAM being adamant that despite the male nature of the shark, he, too, was an April and that's just how it went. Another arrow and off to the side he's written see the video around 12 minute mark!

Because inside this package is also a DVD of the day, which is roughly 22 minutes long with very few shots of Will (who is apparently sitting this one out in the more hands on aspects if the footage is anything to go by), turned off and on instead of a continuous stream, and seems to be from multiple cameras that Will had to cobble together. Around 12:00 she'll find the yelling and the subsequent wave of panic as people do, in fact, come under the impression that someone has lost his hand to the shark. The camera pans around in as much panic as everyone and everything else, guy on all fours getting the hell away from April shark, wearing one of those black folds over his face, tail twitching. When it's realized that the yell comes from nothing more than a scare, a few peals of laughter break out and Will can be heard not far off saying, "I told you he was an April." There's a pause before someone else approaches the now completely, oddly still shark, hose in hand, and it seems to be fine for a few seconds. Until the shark just barely squirms, all it takes to have this next poor sod backing up in obvious nervousness, prompting another bout of laughter. Whoever Will's talking to ends up confessing, "Yeah, he's an April."

The footage continues, features close ups of April shark and mostly conversation about the process, why they're doing what they're doing as they're doing it, what data they might find, how he's not as big as the others but Goddamn is this son of a bitch keeping them on their toes. Nothing too out of the ordinary happens as it goes on, and eventually the shark is released back in the water to cheers, all of which involve the name April in some form or fashion.

The last picture in the folder is nothing more than a selfie of Will and the shark, Will bent over him with a hand on top of the black binding around the jaws to give her a good grasp of the scale of this one (apparently 11 feet is considered "little" but he sure as shit looks big enough). He's had to get what he could take in regards to this—there are a few other people in the picture as well, mostly focused on the task of tagging and keeping the shark wet, but one of them has photobombed it, making a face that looks like he's smelling something absolutely disgusting. It's gotta be on purpose. He's also giving a thumb's up.

On the back of that one is a written note:

bringing home take out pizza tacos AND dessert should be back around 4 to celebrate the start of the ancient prophecy dealing with paperwork about you being double the top predator first MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! - your dog fighting fish man]

[ooc. some video reference of shark catching, tagging, and release: 1 and 2]

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... That reply was worryingly fast.

Is there anything you need to tell me about any pyromaniac tendencies, April?

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what
you didn't know i was part of a cult
that just waits until the day the world burns
and we start again?

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...wait. What do you mean, missed assignments?

[What on earth is going on here?]

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Sure. Whatever you call missed layer phone calls. I was just hanging up on people, but if you're here and all...

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[And that's when everything clicks. First comes clarity, the moment where his mind goes blank as the pieces fall into place. That's why Ludgate acted as if he was some kind of foreign invader, why she demanded proof of identity, and why she's now foisting her calls onto him - whatever his previous self's role in this strange new world was, he had something to do with this charity. And Mandrake...

He grips his hand around the phone, while a quiet fury bubbles underneath his skin, evaporating his previous calm. The next time he sees that brat, he's going to wring him by his scrawny little neck.]

Don't.

[He stops, realizing his anger is seeping into his voice, and takes a deep breath. When he speaks again, his voice is calmer, smoother, and quieter.]

Why don't you fill me in on what I missed, instead? It, ah, seems like I have much to catch up on on around here.

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[ Having no idea the conclusions, he's reached or the anger he's feeling, April can only slide deeper into her seat and, in the same dry voice, carry on. ]

You were a DA like person. I was your assistant. We had a torrid affair and I don't know what to name the baby. Is that enough?

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What?!

[Okay, she's obviously not serious. But that's nothing to joke about!]

I'd like to think I have enough sense - and enough taste! - not to do anything so...so... so monumentally stupid!

[ELOQUENT]

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Are you saying I'm not attractive?

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I'm saying your personality could use some work.

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