soul_logs | Don't Cry for Me... [Closed

Edgeworth, likewise, saw the challenge in this mission. The Madness Wavelength spreading throughout the country was causing a rise in arguments and altercations, but they had to find a kishin egg that would be birthed by this phenomenon, and eliminate it. At any moment, any group of people fighting among themselves could turn into a disaster in which one, two, or even all of them could become kishin eggs. So they had to be ready.

"Indeed." With more people around in the Madness, a simple dispute could instantly escalate into something bigger. Edgeworth nodded to Genesis. "My ability is more effective in a crowd, however; that is a small mercy."

Edited 2012-12-29 08:03 (UTC)

"The problem now is, how to put a stop to all this."

Genesis frowned, looking over their location. There were no reports regarding a madness emitter, so it seemed more like a job for crowd control-- to ensure that no one was going to turn into a Kishin Egg in the meantime.

"I suggest we take to the air, survey the entire perimeter of this town for any clues. Or we could keep to the ground and see if we can find anything in town."

That was one thing Genesis had in handy: the ability of flight thanks to his one wing. At least that could help them get a lead or get ahead to whatever needed to be done.

"What would you prefer to do?"

He nodded; they had to approach this from a certain angle instead of blindly rushing into the first signs of conflict. Edgeworth couldn't just pick and choose a brewing storm among the people and then plant himself promptly in the thick of it. Before he could think of their first move, Genesis proposed reconnaissance in two ways - either on the ground, or in the air.

The prosecutor swallowed, not at all relishing the idea of taking to the skies with Genesis, being held up by his one-winged Weapon because he had no powers of flight at all. His hands tensed.

"I...would rather remain on the ground and survey the residents," Edgeworth decided.

"As you wish." Although Genesis believed that they could be more efficient in the air, it wouldn't be all that wise if they were disagreeing with each other there. That could prove deadly. So the best course of action was to go with whatever his Meister felt comfortable with. After all, at the end of the day, accomplishing a mission is dependent on teamwork.

"Alright. We'll need to keep a low profile. There's no doubt that we'll draw attention, but it'll help if we don't instigate any unnecessary quarrels."

Edgeworth wanted to suggest that perhaps Genesis could survey the area in the air and leave him on the ground and watch his back from above, but that would most likely be more difficult. They had to stay close to each other in case a fight suddenly broke out and the kishin eggs materialized sooner than expected. While Genesis could certainly hold his own against unruly men crazed with madness, the same would not hold true for Edgeworth. Not without Genesis' help and resonance. He still had a long way to go when it came to combat; eight months of training was nothing compared to Genesis's experience.

So he kept that thought to himself, and agreed that they indeed had to keep a low profile. "Of course; I believe we can manage." There was no reason for them to spark a conflict if they kept to themselves and tried to blend in with the crowd. However, Edgeworth was already standing out with how he constantly mopped his brow with his handkerchief, shaded his eyes from the Argentinian sunshine, and basically tried to withstand the warmth.

At least he wasn't attracting the sort of attention that would create a kishin egg.

Still, as they continued on, it became apparent that they were attracting an entirely different kind of attention. A young woman with thick dark curls in a crooked three-story house opened her windows wide and watched the two men walk past. Several waitresses in a small eatery flocked to the door to open it and see who had come to town. A lady with high cheekbones and chocolate-brown skin whispered to her confidante behind a lacy fan after catching sight of Genesis and Edgeworth. Aware of several pairs of female eyes on him and his partner, the prosecutor started to feel far more uncomfortable than he had been in the heat.

"Let's...ah, finish this mission as soon as possible," he blurted out suddenly. A nearby laundry girl giggled as she hung out some clothes to dry. What on earth was she giggling about? In any case, Edgeworth glanced away from her, his right hand already moving up to his left arm as he quickened his pace.

Edited 2013-01-22 15:50 (UTC)

"Hm? Is there something unsettling you?" Genesis held back a chuckle as he spoke. He was aware of how all the female eyes were on them. But in the past, he wasn't a stranger to female attention. After all, he did have two fan clubs at the height of his career in SOLDIER. But certainly, that shouldn't be the reason for Edgeworth's fretting. Instead, his attention goes to the way the other man was mopping his forehead. While Genesis was also sweating, he had no qualms about wearing just a black shirt with his battle pants. He wasn't so sure about Edgeworth's attire, though.

"Maybe it's the heat. Are you wearing layers?"

A few girls who caught on to the conversation began to whisper among themselves, trying to tail the pair as they walked through the town. Genesis catch a few of their murmurs: That redhead is so dashing... but that other guy! He's really handsome, too!

Edgeworth took a moment to reply, as he was still distracted by the snatches of conversation he heard from the women they passed by. "Only two," he answered. He had chosen a light, long-sleeved white shirt and an equally light, brown vest for today with black pants, knowing that his usual attire was hardly appropriate for a mission. "But I'm fine," he added quickly, pocketing his handkerchief. It was just that while he had anticipated that their location would be very warm, he had not expected this sort of warmth, even with clothing much thinner and lighter than his more formal suit.

At this point, it really was no longer the heat. It was the unwanted attention they drew from the girls, the ladies, the women. From the corner of his eye, he watched a shy-looking young woman quickly duck into an alley after catching sight of him. Edgeworth wanted to just chide them and say that it was impolite to stare, but decided against it, and sighed as he continued to survey the town for any signs of discord, or any growing aggression.

What grew was the volume of the combined whispers and comments regarding Genesis and Edgeworth. This time, it became much easier to decipher what they were all saying instead of hearing bits and pieces in Spanish and English - and it only added to Edgeworth's uneasiness. While he was no stranger to attention in general, as a famous prosecutor back home and as one of the heads of the Agency in Death City, this type of attention was entirely different.

"You can't have them both!"

"That one is mine!"

"Don't hog them! We can share! I'll ask them if they can stay for the night..."

"They can stay in our inn!"

"No, ours!"

Edited 2013-02-10 14:55 (UTC)

"Hm. Sounds like we're causing quite the stir, aren't we?"

Unfortunately, where there were fawning girls, there were bound to be men who felt intimidated by the sudden appearance of these two foreigners. While most of the men opted to chide their wives and girlfriends, a few of the more aggressive ones began to surround Genesis and Edgeworth. One in particular looked to be a regular roughhouser, with tattoos over his muscled arms. While Genesis wasn't quite as massive, the sight of the man threatening him and his partner didn't make him budge at all. In fact, he was smirking lightly, feeling himself ready for a bit of roughhousing himself.

"¿Cómo dos maricones como tú atraer a las chicas?"
"Excuse me?"
"You! Fags! How you get all our women so easy!?"

Genesis stepped back just a little at the man's outburst. But it wasn't in fear. It was more in preparation to do a little showing off, quickly grabbing the man and flipping him over in a single-handed throw, pinning him down with that same hand.

"Simple. I'm stronger."

He eyed Edgeworth then, and gestured for him to get ready. This could be their lucky break to see for themselves how this madness takes shape.

A sharp intake of breath beside Genesis should tell him how his partner feels with all these men approaching them. Edgeworth placed one foot behind the other as if to back away, but realized that would be futile; they were surrounded on all sides by very jealous, very furious, and very unrefined men. Instead, his gray eyes scanned the intimidated and enraged faces cautiously. He had faced far scarier things and opponents than these guys who most likely punched first and asked questions later, but...that really didn't change their situation.

Before Edgeworth could properly translate what the tattooed thug had said for Genesis, the man saved him the trouble - but Genesis just had to cause more of it. He could only gasp and watch as the Weapon swiftly flipped their first opponent over and pinned him down.

"Genesis!" Edgeworth burst out, scowling at him. "Was that necessary?!" Weren't they supposed to be stemming the conflicts, not causing them?

But before he could point that out, a second man stepped out of the throng and directed a right cross towards Edgeworth's face. The prosecutor yelped and instinctively raised his own right hand to block the blow, flinching at the force of the punch that he had just stopped. The part of his mind that wasn't obsessed with how that move smarted was almost...amazed at how quickly he had pulled that off.

Well, that was a surprising move from the prosecutor. Genesis wanted to applaud him. But there was no time for accolades when the group of angry men began to go after him. With his bare hands, he immediately got to work making sure that each one was incapacitated, but not to an extent that was irreparable.

After taking down about three other men without breaking a sweat, Genesis noticed that some of the group began to back away, afraid of the two.

"They're rowdy, but I don't believe they're our target, Edgeworth. What we probably want is someone manipulating these people to voluntarily commit crime and taint their souls."

At that moment, he noticed the first man he took down starting to stir. Genesis turned, ready to defend his Meister.

"Heh. Not bad for a girly man," said the ruffian, sitting down on the ground. "But I bet you can't impress Eva. Everyone's linin' up to try an' make her their woman."

The mention of a woman piques Genesis' interest. This could be their break. He looks at Edgeworth, silently questioning him if he was going to continue the interrogation.

Edgeworth didn't even see Genesis do battle with other men. He swiftly sidestepped when his opponent, who was clearly unsatisfied with the blocked punch, tried to hit him again. A kick to the man's legs brought him down, and that was only when Edgeworth whipped around to look at his partner, all too eager to stop this unnecessary fighting.

Genesis could be right. The prosecutor had thought their target would be within this crowd of unruly thugs, but right now, none of them showed any signs of morphing into kishin, or anything out of the ordinary apart from the fact that they were indeed as unruly and rough as they came. But when the first man Genesis had flipped mentioned a woman who seemed to have several men vying for her attention...

He caught the Weapon's eyes, set his jaw in a determined expression, and stepped in front of the man who had spoken. Edgeworth loomed over him, crossing his arms and glaring fiercely at anyone in the crowd who dared set a foot out of line. "Who is Eva?" the Meister asked sharply, pouring power into every word. "Tell me about her." He glanced up and caught the eyes of the other men who had surrounded him and Genesis. "The rest of you, stay where you are!" Edgeworth's ability was already at work, making sure everyone else stayed put until he had to interrogate someone else.

Immediately, the ruffian addressed sat straight and began to talk. And everyone else around them followed Edgeworth's words: staying still as the interrogation continued.

"Eva's this lady who came in not too long ago. Real gorgeous. Settled into this mansion that used to belong to some rich miser. They say the place is haunted. But it doesn't stop men from coming to see her.

When she comes into town, bad shit happens."

Edgeworth relaxed a little once the men cooperated, but remained on his guard, in case anyone tried to break away from the grip of his ability. He also stayed close to Genesis in case he needed to wield the Weapon or resonate with him to boost his power. The prosecutor's eyes bored into the gaze of the man who answered him, and he took note of this new information. A woman named Eva...a supposedly haunted mansion...and when she arrived...

"What happens, exactly? And where is this mansion?" Every word was amplified by Edgeworth's ability, still at work. They had to know their enemy, and this was the best chance they had.

"People start fighting and shit! Crime goes up like crazy. Even the chicas get kinda crazy when she's in town. No idea why it happens, it just does!" The man answered briskly, feeling pressured by the way Edgeworth's gaze bore into him.

"She lives over there!"

He turns his head towards the edge of town where a large mansion was visible from atop a hill, surrounded by other residences that seemed opulent but abandoned.

"Looks like we have our target, partner."

"I see," Edgeworth answered the man tersely, as if a woman stirring up trouble was all in a day's work for him and his partner. He stepped away from that particular thug, although his arms remained crossed, his left index finger tapping on his right upper arm. A couple of guys who had hung back showed signs of trying to move and break away from Edgeworth's command, but a withering glare from the prosecutor made them hurriedly step back.

He only eased up on the glare when he looked at Genesis, and nodded in agreement.

"There is no point in fighting everyone here if we can eliminate the source. In the end, these men are only victims. Come on." Edgeworth strode onward, following the direction of the mansion. He didn't glance over his shoulder, knowing that his Weapon would be close behind.

Quietly, Genesis followed his Meister's lead to that house atop a hill. As they moved toward that area, it seemed as if the place progressively became more and more sinister. People tended to stay indoors. But there were a few men watching the newcomers warily, seeming as if they were ready to hurt them if needed.

Of course, even if those men were victims, they could have at least tried harder to fight the madness. But Edgeworth didn't dwell on that any further and walked toward the hill, hearing Genesis' footsteps not far behind. The prosecutor slowed down so he was now walking abreast with Genesis. That way, in case anyone tried to attack, Edgeworth was as close to his Weapon as possible to allow for the smallest window of opportunity for their opponents.

"The queen has sent her loyal subjects to greet us," he observed cautiously, his gray eyes alert. "Our audience, however, is with her."

"We'll need to barrel through them to get to her. The faster, the better. But best we keep a low profile until we get to her. I don't think these grunts are aware that we're after her."

And true enough, these men more or less kept away from the pair, seeming to think that these two wanted to try their hand at winning Eva's favor.

"Only if they decide to impede us," Edgeworth said. "Some of them seem rather uninterested; I'd rather not start any more unnecessary fights." At that last part, he glanced pointedly at Genesis as they continued onward.

As the mansion loomed before them, it did look like it had once been a grand structure, but much of the grandeur had long since eroded away, leaving an empty shell that was now serving as the home of a formidable kishin. Edgeworth had to wonder if there were any more of Eva's loyal men inside, and if he and Genesis would really have to, as the Weapon had described it, "barrel through them".

At the pointed glance, Genesis huffed. He was impulsive, but there was no way he would start a fight he wouldn't win. In any case, he continued on.

Once they were at the mansion's threshold, Genesis held an arm before his Meister.

"Let me do this."

At least if an attack was to spring on them upon knocking, Genesis would be the most likely one to handle it effectively. Despite being aware of the danger, he doesn't hesitate as he banged the knocker of the grand door upon the wood three times.

There was a pause of silence that followed. And then, the door opened with no fanfare at all.

"Makes me wonder if this Eva had known of us."

Edgeworth stood back when Genesis decided to knock. There was really no time to keep on arguing, now that they were so close, and he really didn't underestimate Genesis' fighting prowess at all. When the door opened, however, Edgeworth couldn't help but take a step back with a strangled gasp, bracing himself for what would come and getting ready to possibly grab Genesis who would hopefully get the message and transform -

He certainly wasn't expecting the door to just swing open and do nothing more. For a full second or two, the prosecutor remained rooted to the spot, staring at the threshold. When Genesis spoke up again, Edgeworth managed to move from where he was.

"She was most likely expecting agents of Shibusen, yes." But before he entered, he extended a hand toward Genesis.

Now that they were truly entering the belly of the beast, they had to be ready.

"Alright, then."

Without argument, Genesis took on his weapon form and moved right into Edgeworth's hand. He didn't flare up yet as there was no immediate danger, but he was certain that he would need to do so at a moment's notice now that they were close to their target.

Once they stepped into the house, the doors would instantly close, giving them only one option: to go forth and seek the kishin egg.

Edgeworth hefted the sword in one hand; it was good to know that it was light enough nowadays to be carried with a single hand for a while, when they were not in battle (he really preferred a two-handed grasp when fighting; it gave him more power for each swing). He didn't know how long this uneasy peace would last, however, so he promptly gripped the Weapon in both hands when he stepped into the house.

When the doors closed behind them with a click that echoed in the stillness, the prosecutor paused, then sighed in exasperation. Was their hostess so eager to meet them that she would ramp up the haunted house factor like this? This was so clichéd.

"Really." Edgeworth strode onward without even glancing back at the closed doors behind them, Rapier at the ready.

Edited 2013-05-21 13:46 (UTC)

Genesis couldn't help but laugh at his partner's reaction to the old haunted house cliche.

"That was kind of expected, wasn't it?"

The old house was completely silent, except for a faint singing coming from the study at one of the rooms on the second floor. It seems that there was a piano playing there, too. Genesis was curious-- if this lady was a Kishin Egg, she must be something else to be able to continue charming men. After all, most of the Kishin he had encountered were all monsters-- deformed in some way or another. He had yet to encounter one who was more human in appearance.

"Expected, and unnecessary," said Edgeworth tersely as he followed the sound of the music and the singing voice. Not expecting to find a friendly singer, he walked up the stairs as quietly as he could, watching the second floor.

"It seems our hostess has other hobbies besides mesmerizing the townsfolk," he mused, more to himself than to Genesis. Of course, the music could be more than just a hobby.

This house was haunted enough with the presence of a kishin. It didn't need any more silly gimmicks. When they reached the top of the staircase with no issue, Edgeworth gazed out at the front doors from which they had come in case any of their hostess' cohorts decided to chase them down after all.

Edited 2013-06-08 13:48 (UTC)

Nothing happened, thankfully. So it was truly a showdown between them and the kishin egg. Perhaps her followers were so confident that she would finish them off. But they were going to be proven wrong. Genesis was sure of that.

"A very cultured opponent. It would be a shame to destroy her. But I suppose it can't be helped," Genesis laughed. "Come on now. I have a feeling her minions don't think of us as a total threat. And even if they come in, better to go finish off the boss first before the little fish."

"Whether she is cultured or not doesn't matter now." Edgeworth didn't intend to stand around listening to music from a monster. The kishin could be a practicing lawyer for all he cared and he would still cut it down without a second thought.

Without further ado, he pushed open the door with one hand, and then opened it all the way. He really didn't care how much noise the door made. After all, he already knew they weren't going to take her by surprise; the advance guard showed that either she knew, or suspected that she would soon be followed by agents of Shibusen. There was no point.

Edgeworth pointed the Rapier as he would his pointer finger in court, right at the only occupant of the room. Already the adrenaline was pumping through his system at the anticipation of another battle. Just another day dispatching monsters in this world in the hopes of getting stronger.

"You have the right to remain silent," he declared.

The kishin egg slammed down hard upon the piano keys as soon as Edgeworth finished his statement. From behind, it would seem as if she was just some lady in a halter-top white silk gown with blond hair pulled into a neat chignon. But as she turned to face the pair, it was evident that she was not that at all.

In the place of a human face was something akin to a white mask, and as she rose, more of her inhuman features came to light: the dress seemed to be melded into her skin, and her limbs seemed to have an unnatural length and slimness-- almost as if she was some kind of living mannequin. At first, it didn't seem as if she would be that much of a threat, but when one of her unnaturally long arms suddenly extended and shot out at the pair like a spear, it became clear what she was capable of.

Edgeworth winced at the discordant noise; such a sound was never pleasant to hear. And when the woman turned to show her face, he swallowed and his fingers on the Rapier tensed. Before he could act, one of her arms suddenly shot out, and Edgeworth gave a yell as he leaped aside, sprawling onto the dusty floor. Luckily he didn't let go of the Weapon.

Gritting his teeth at the sensation of impact and keeping himself from reacting too much, he scrambled to get up again, facing their opponent - the elusive woman who had charmed so many men to fight for her. With both hands now on the hilt of the broadsword, Edgeworth ran forward, Weapon poised to cleave Eva diagonally.

Genesis had to admit that he still wasn't that used to having a partner who was less graceful in battle, but he supposes that it's the little trade-off for having a Meister with a mind that's tough against madness and could provide logic to temper his strong feelings.

But Edgeworth's not so graceful evade aside, Genesis let their resonance flare up as they moved to slide her diagonally. Unfortunately, though, this Kishin Egg seemed to be more slippery than expected. She darted away from their attack then tried to counter with a swipe of one of her long limbs.

Edgeworth felt their resonance flare into life and helped fan the flames, so to speak, as he watched their opponent move nimbly away. When she swiped at them, he raised the Rapier to counter the strike quickly, sliding backward slightly from the force of the blow but this time managing to keep his balance. He considered his options - if they set fire to her now, they could burn the entire room with her and put themselves in danger. Not a good idea.

So he broke away from her, leaped back and circled, looking for another opening.

Perhaps if he chopped her limbs off first...

Although the Kishin Egg did seem to have intelligence, it was still a creature that was mostly running on instinct. And that was most clearly seen in the way it fought. As soon as Edgeworth leaped away, it extended its limbs to shoot towards the man and try to catch him.

This time, now that he knew what the monster was capable of, Edgeworth could sidestep and evade the next time her limbs stretched out toward him. After sidestepping, he twisted and brought the Rapier down onto her limbs in the hopes of slicing them clean off with a yell.

As expected, it was a clean cut and the Kishin Egg howled in pain as it lost the very weapons it had against the two. Now, this was the moment the two had been waiting for. With no way to defend herself or attack in retaliation, all that was left for the two to do was to simply end it.

This is it!

Edgeworth didn't hesitate. As the kishin egg cried out, he charged forward, concentrating on delivering the killing blow. She attempted to dodge and screeched as the prosecutor closed in on her, but to no avail. The kishin kicked out at him, but missed. The last thing she would ever see was the shining red blade, and the last thing she would hear was Edgeworth shouting as he slashed her from her left shoulder all the way to her right side.

"Take that!"

Edited 2013-09-07 10:11 (UTC)

It was quite the glorious sight: with that one slash, the kishin egg was cut cleanly and burst into flames until all that was left of her were ashes and that one red egg-like soul where she once stood.

Genesis transformed out of his weapon form then, and moved towards the egg. As he usually did, he took it by its tail of sorts, and ate it. He tended to make sure no one really watched the actual eating. He thought of it as a really nasty thing to do. But someone has to do it.

"That was a good finish, Edgeworth."

Whether or not Genesis wanted to do it covertly, Edgeworth had no plans of watching. Instead, he was more interested in catching his breath; that was a real adrenaline rush and thankfully, it all ended much earlier than he expected, which was always a good thing. Another good thing was that at least her flames didn't spread out all over the house and cause an inferno he and his partner would have to escape from.

"As long as we finish her off before she finishes us off, I would call it a victory." Any finish, in the end, was a finish and was what they wanted.

"All right then, we ought to return to Shibusen. Hopefully now that the Kishin Egg is gone, the town should become more peaceful."

Genesis then began walking towards the manor's exit, letting Edgeworth follow at his own pace as they made their way back to the mirror through which they came through.

"And we wouldn't need to fight our way out of a horde of thugs," Edgeworth added distastefully, as if touching any of those men was a sure way of catching a terrible disease. He gave the scene of the battle one last look, making sure the place had no more surprises, then followed Genesis out.

((ooc: Mission end? C8 ))

[Mission end, aw yes.]

Don't Cry for Me... [Closed | Mission]

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