and then that word grew louder and louder till it was a battle cry [OPEN]

[mr-fancy-car.livejournal.com]

Characters: Miles Edgeworth, possibly YOU?
Location: Horrorspital
Rating: PG for...um, IDK possible discussions of violence and blood and maybe even actual violence?
Time: Oct. 23, the entire day...or the 24th...or the 25th. Specify if you're dropping in on him on a different day.
Description: Miles is recovering after their mission in India. Bother him? Oh, and threadjacking is welcome if you want to walk in on others paying him a visit! AND AND AND you can use either action tags or prose, whichever floats your boat. P.S. I JUST REALIZED HOW APROPOS THIS TITLE IS OKAY.

Miles Edgeworth was wide awake.

Not only that, he was sitting up, propped by several pillows, and reading a book on his lap - although if one lingered long enough to observe him, they would notice that he only turned the pages with his right hand. His left arm was in a cast, and the wounds on his right arm and cheek were dressed accordingly. Injuries aside, he seemed to be doing just fine - fine enough to open one of the books he borrowed from the Shibusen library. And of course, he didn't lose his voice or catch laryngitis this time.

The Agency would be fine without him for a week; Light and Near would make sure of that. Miles wondered if they would receive any new recruits soon - especially now that more guests had arrived. He had heard the news, of course; news of new people would often spread like wildfire.

Speaking of guests...well, let's just say there was one guest Miles would rather not see in the Agency, or anywhere in Death City for that matter...

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[wedluck.livejournal.com]

[ Have a Ludwig, barging through your hospital door like a boss! Probably pausing at the doorway for a bit, saying goodbye to one of the busty nurses.

He WASN'T going to visit especially when he saw, uhm, Franziska's aggressiveness over the network when she was demanding Edgeworth's room number from his partner but well. The poor guy might not get visitors so he might as well drop by, dump flowers on, probably test if he really is injured then leave.

Best plan of action! ]

Oh, good. No one's here.

[mr-fancy-car.livejournal.com]

[If he could, he would give Ludwig a bow in greeting. But at a time like this, a nod of the head should suffice.

Hello there, my sister is really like that.]

Prince Ludwig.

[wedluck.livejournal.com]

[ He waves a hand, dismissing the nod, and pulls up a chair to take a seat. Terribly tiring, heading over here and flirting with the nurses.

Ludwig gives him a once-over, noting the injuries, before he shrugs. ]

You look alive, Miles Edgeworth. I was almost expecting you half-dead.

[mr-fancy-car.livejournal.com]

[You're also calling him by his full name. Like Franziska, yes.

Anyhow, he grins at this statement. Well, he WAS worse when he first came in. Much, much worse. And when he shrugs, he winces slightly.]

Hmph. Forgive me for disappointing you, your Highness.

[wedluck.livejournal.com]

I'm not really disappointed that much if you managed to land in the hospital.

[ Ludwig sits down on the chair, absently propping up his legs on the side of the bed. If his foot hits Edgeworth's injured arm accidentally, then it's an accident :| NO COMPLAINTS ]

Though has your little sister come by already to whip you back into shape?

[mr-fancy-car.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't complain, but the expression on his face when Ludwig's foot hits his bad arm says a lot. Miles flinches but doesn't mention anything about this.]

Franziska has yet to arrive.

[But he's sure she'll come. In due time.]

was that my cue, bro?

[histrionicflair.livejournal.com]

[Speaking of the devil--'s daughter. She runs into the room and shuts the door immediately. What has gotten into the nurses anyway? Why did they want to run into the room with her?]

Miles Edgeworth!

[thewarisover.livejournal.com]

Roy had winced in sympathy the moment he had heard about Edgeworth's condition from Phoenix. He had recently been cooped up in the clinic before, and it hadn't been fun. The visits, however, had made his stay bearable.

It was for that reason that the man was making his way to Edgeworth's room at that moment with a chessboard tucked under his arm. The Meister knocked once before letting himself in.

"Edgeworth...?" he blinked, though, the moment he saw that the man was awake and looking quite decent for someone who'd be stuck in bed for a while. "Oh. You're looking pretty good."

[mr-fancy-car.livejournal.com]

"Hello, Mr. Mustang."

Miles smirked at the remark, closing his book gingerly. "I have spent enough time sleeping, and I cannot waste time lying idly for the rest of the day." Of course, he knew he needed to rest, but reading was one way to rest, right?

His eyes hovered briefly on the chessboard Roy carried. That smirk, if possible, grew a touch wider.

lolol threadjacking

[thirteenthace.livejournal.com]

Phoenix had been over at the Agency for a bit, doing some of the stuff he needed to do (janitorial work) and making sure that everything over there was at least okay for the most part. Call him paranoid, but the man wasn't about to trust the other two owners so much still - Edgeworth was his Meister after all, and though he may now show it Phoenix did take it on as his responsibility to keep things smooth for his partner while he was out.

Things were okay though, so Phoenix left once he was done and made his way over towards the clinic where Edgeworth was. He didn't take anything with him, since he knew that the other would be occupied enough as it was with those giant law books; still, the prosecutor could make do with some human company.

--not that he had really expected anybody else to be there at the same time as him, which did surprise Phoenix when he poked his head through the open door and noticed Roy there as well. "Ah, it seems you have visitors today."

Yaaay~

[thewarisover.livejournal.com]

"Wright." Roy nodded in the other man's direction before turning back to Edgeworth. The smile said everything, really.

"If my own experience in the clinic was any measure, things are needed to break the monotony."

'Things' being games, in their case. Chess being foremost on the list.

OH YOU GUYS

[mr-fancy-car.livejournal.com]

"Wright." Miles turned to see Phoenix coming in as well; not that he didn't expect this particular visit.

And to Roy, he said, "I agree; that is why I requested that some books, as well as my organizer, be brought to my room." Just because the prosecutor was going to be here for quite a while was no excuse to slack off on work - or fall behind on studying.

\o/

[thirteenthace.livejournal.com]

Phoenix nodded back to Roy in turn at the greeting - this was pretty much the first time he was meeting the all-famous Roy Mustang, if he remembered correctly. In the flesh, the man did strike something of a figure as compared to over the communicators; and by all means and ways, clearly one of the military as well. He could never fully understand those types.

Turning towards Edgeworth at his words, the Weapon only made a small snort of amusement when he heard them. "As long as you don't overwork yourself - that'd be counter-productive to you healing up." Not that Phoenix actually had any problems with that, in a way - at least in the hospital, his partner would be safe and Phoenix himself would have less to worry about when he finally went on his first (secret) mission with Minako. Whenever that would be, anyway.

[blue_wayfinder]

The concept of a hospital was a foreign one to Aqua. The idea that there was a place for the sick and the injured to recover...it was different, certainly. Then again, the people she had grown up with could all use some form of healing magic or another, so that might contribute to it.

There had been a nurse showing her around at first, but she had been called away for something more important than showing a curious guest around. Aqua had been allowed to keep looking as long as she didn't bother the patients or else.

Which was why she had avoided going into any of the rooms...except, this door was left slightly ajar. Did that mean there was no one inside?

She looked around for a bit before her gaze settled on the door again.

One look wouldn't hurt, right?

Giving in to her curiosity, she pushed the door open a bit further, wincing when it creaked a little, and poked her head in.

Ah...there was someone inside.

[mr-fancy-car.livejournal.com]

Sure enough, as he slowly reached for his organizer next to his books, Miles saw someone peeking into his room. A nurse? But she wasn't dressed like one...and this was the first time he had seen her.

"Yes?" he asked, turning to look at her.

[blue_wayfinder]

Aqua was definitely not dressed like a nurse. In fact, since she hadn't found the time to acquire new clothes yet, she was basically still dressed in the same outlandish outfit she had arrived in.

"I'm sorry, I was just looking around. I didn't mean to disturb you." She gave the man inside an apologetic look. She glanced around, "So this is a hospital room...?" She murmured more to herself than anything.

She couldn't say that, given the choice, she would choose to spend her time recovering here.

[mr-fancy-car.livejournal.com]

"Yes, it is."

Did she not know what a hospital room is, or looked like? Well, considering the wide range of guests BREW loved to drag into Death City, it was possible. And perhaps this girl was new to the place.

"You are new here?"

[blue_wayfinder]

Aqua hadn't expected a reply, so was startled when her question was met with one.

"Ah...I hadn't expected one to look like this."

She paused for a moment before stepping into the room fully, but stayed closer to the door in case he wanted her to leave.

"Yes, I just arrived yesterday."

[mr-fancy-car.livejournal.com]

A nod, and a small grin despite his injuries. "I see. In that case, I would like to extend a belated welcome to Death City."

[50starhero.livejournal.com]

America had never actually met Miles face to face before, but that was okay. As soon as he'd heard the prosecutor was in the hospital, the nation knew that he had to go say 'hi!' The fact that he had agreed to split nation-duties over him with Germany didn't change that at all!

Mister Frilly Frills surely had a lot on his mind, what with being stuck in bed all day, right? He would need someone to talk to about everything, right? Right. America let out a pleased little huff of air through his nose as he walked down the halls of the hospital, swinging the stuffed gift bag in his hands back and forth as he went.

Finally, he came to the right room and stuck his head in with a winning smile and a booming voice. "Hey, guess who's here to make you feel better?!"

[mr-fancy-car.livejournal.com]

Needless to say, he was very startled when he first heard America's voice - and nearly ripped the page he was turning. Miles looked toward the door, wide-eyed.

"M-Mr. America?"

[50starhero.livejournal.com]

With a Heroic wink and a smile at the awesome reaction he'd just recived, America bolted over to the bed to keep Edgeworth company. "Wow! It's already working! Suddenly you look a lot more intense! This is great! I mean. Not great that you're stuck in here, but great that you're getting better great. ...You are getting better, right?"

[mr-fancy-car.livejournal.com]

He sighed. "Yes, thank you for asking." That much was true, at least. But he had to agree with America; being stuck in the hospital with not much (work) to do was not great.

Miles did find himself glancing at the gift bag. He had to admit, he was curious...

[50starhero.livejournal.com]

In a moment of surprising perception for someone with America's booming personality, the country had actually picked up on that glance. "Hm?" He lifted the bag a little so it was closer to Edgeworth's view. "You're excited, right? You get to see what's inside here after we have a little talk!"

[mr-fancy-car.livejournal.com]

A talk? Very well, then. Hopefully it wouldn't be something foolish like being his "advice guy". And while Miles wasn't as excited as America probably thought, he was inquisitive, at least. But okay, what was there to talk about?

"What do you wish to talk about?" he asked.