[Flashback] Edgeworth and Lana in: "Cafe Talk, 2012"
Edgeworth: *It's rare for junior prosecutor Miles Edgeworth to appear in the courthouse cafe, but on this early spring day in 2012, he's seated alone at one of the tables, drinking a cup of tea and reading the newspaper with an irritable expression on his young face. His trial has been put off until the early afternoon by the defense, who've supposedly found a compelling lead that they needed to pursue. He's not worried about his case in the least, but the delay has put his meticulously planned schedule off slightly, since the work he had intended to do has been left at his office*
Edgeworth: *he noted that the place seemed crowded when he sat down, and since he buried himself in the paper, it has only become more so. In fact, without his knowledge, the empty seat at his table has become the only one in the entire place*
Lana: *relatively newly promoted Senior Detective Lana Skye walks across the cafeteria, a mocha latte in one hand and a handful of files in the other. She's just finished delivering the official crime scene report for a case and gone through the requisite cross examination--it was not a particularly gruelling trial but she has another, larger one to testify in with her partner in the afternoon. This break, however brief, is a welcome one*
Lana: *scanning the busy room and seeing only one spot open, she steps behind the free chair and gives the person sitting across from it--a young man she doesn't recognize offhand--a polite smile* Excuse me--may I sit here?
Edgeworth: *the event is so unprecedented that he just stares at first. He's never formally met the detective, nor worked on a case with her, but he does recognize her* Detective Skye. *he says, flatly. He makes a point of sweeping his gaze around the room and realizes that she has nowhere else to sit, before looking back at her* I suppose.
Lana: *places her cup and files onto the table before she pulls the chair back and takes a seat. She studies him and his features carefully, her warm tone indicating that she's not bothered at all by his behavior* Prosecutor... let me guess. You're the prodigy, aren't you? Prosecutor von Karma's student, the one who faced Mia Fey in the courtroom a few months ago.
Edgeworth: *flicks his paper til it folds* Possibly. It's not my job to remember the names of defense attorneys. *his voice drips with contempt*
Lana: *frowns slightly--then shakes her head with a small smile* You really are just as she described. A true pupil to your master, hmm?
Edgeworth: *raises an eyebrow - he's become used to hearing his mentor spoken of badly, and every time he has conflicting urges. Get defensive or... what? He's not quite sure what other than defending von Karma he should do, but he has realized that he chafes more at the word 'master' than he would have several years ago. Lately he's been compromising:* Hmph.
Lana: *takes a careful sip of her latte, then looks over at him* How did he take your lack of a "victory" in that case?
Edgeworth: *perhaps when he is as seasoned as von Karma he'll be composed enough not to react, but at the moment... The paper crumples in clenched fists* It's my responsibility, not his.
Lana: *lightly* Ah-- not well then, I take it. I can only imagine how hard it would be, to follow in his shoes. *this is not said mockingly. She takes another sip of her drink*
Edgeworth: *bites his lip, unclenching his fists and smoothing the paper as he forces his expression into a neutral mode* I'm not following in his shoes.
Lana: Oh? *studies the changes in his expression with great fascination*
Edgeworth: *piqued now, he folds the paper into a small bundle, glaring at her. He snaps his wrist out to force his generous sleeve back, the motion is violent. He turns his glare to his watch* I'm very busy. *his teeth are gritted*
Lana: Ah-- *glances to the folded newspaper, then back at the young prosecutor* My apologies. I had assumed that you had finished your preparations and were just waiting for court to be reconvened. I'll leave you to your work, then. *opens one of the files in front of her, and glances down to study it*
Edgeworth: Thank you. *he's quiet, then, glancing down at the paper that he's now folded. It was a lie, a bad one, he still has twenty or thirty minutes left to go. Half a cup of warm tea, and a woman he knows only by reputation sitting in front of him. He turns the handle of the teacup and takes a quiet sip* ...I have to find my own path. I can't be 'Manfred von Karma's apprentice' for my entire life. *his lips barely move, his voice low enough that it's only just audible over the chatter of the crowd*
Lana: *for a while it seems as though she hasn't heard what he's said-- she pores over the paper document on her side of the table and doesn't glance up when he speaks. A few moments afterwards, however, she looks up at him again--and smiles sincerely* Good. I admire that.
Edgeworth: Hmph. *That one non-word says it all, really. What use has he for the admiration of a detective? Even a senior detective. There was at least one detective who was already following him around worshipfully and distracting him to no end... And yet...* Save your admiration for when I'm no longer referred to by that name.
Lana: *a quiet laugh* Very well. *she seems about to speak again when a towering figure clad in orange and black approaches the table. Coming from behind her chair, he's undetected by Lana until he leaaaaaaans over to her side, bearded face beaming in a jovial grin, and she gives a startled jump in response* D-Damon!
Gant: *with hands clasped neatly behind his back* Lana, we're needed in ten minutes. Are you finished with your drink--and your conversation? *with this, he directs his large green eyes curiously towards Edgeworth*
Lana: *follows Gant's line of gaze, still slightly startled* Ah, Damon, this is Mi-
Gant: WORTHY! Long time no see, eh? Swim much? *though he makes no move to walk over to Edgeworth, his voice certainly booms across the table sufficiently*
Edgeworth: *winces at the sheer volume* Detective Gant... Not really, no.
Gant: A pity! *claps his hands together* You really should get out there, swim a few laps! Can't be all work and no play, hmm? Get that old codger Karma to join you--he's liable to shrivel up further if he doesn't touch water soon.
Lana: *finishes her drink, gathers up her papers and stands, smiling, as Gant continues on*
Edgeworth: He's more likely to listen to you than me, Detective. *his expression reveals just how unlikely either of those scenarios are*
Gant: Ho! Right you are. *merrily* I'll swing by his office after this, if he's still there. But for now--*glances to Lana*
Lana: *nods, pushing in her chair* Let's get going. *to Edgeworth, with a polite smile* I hope that we can work together someday. *steps to Gant, and they depart*
Edgeworth: Hm- *his scoff is cut off, and he just drums his fingers on the table and sits, looking at his near-empty cup of tea. He downs the dregs, leaves the cup on the table, retrieves his briefcase, and gets up, clicking his heels together and walking out towards the prosecution's lobby to wait for his trial to start*
Edgeworth: *he noted that the place seemed crowded when he sat down, and since he buried himself in the paper, it has only become more so. In fact, without his knowledge, the empty seat at his table has become the only one in the entire place*
Lana: *relatively newly promoted Senior Detective Lana Skye walks across the cafeteria, a mocha latte in one hand and a handful of files in the other. She's just finished delivering the official crime scene report for a case and gone through the requisite cross examination--it was not a particularly gruelling trial but she has another, larger one to testify in with her partner in the afternoon. This break, however brief, is a welcome one*
Lana: *scanning the busy room and seeing only one spot open, she steps behind the free chair and gives the person sitting across from it--a young man she doesn't recognize offhand--a polite smile* Excuse me--may I sit here?
Edgeworth: *the event is so unprecedented that he just stares at first. He's never formally met the detective, nor worked on a case with her, but he does recognize her* Detective Skye. *he says, flatly. He makes a point of sweeping his gaze around the room and realizes that she has nowhere else to sit, before looking back at her* I suppose.
Lana: *places her cup and files onto the table before she pulls the chair back and takes a seat. She studies him and his features carefully, her warm tone indicating that she's not bothered at all by his behavior* Prosecutor... let me guess. You're the prodigy, aren't you? Prosecutor von Karma's student, the one who faced Mia Fey in the courtroom a few months ago.
Edgeworth: *flicks his paper til it folds* Possibly. It's not my job to remember the names of defense attorneys. *his voice drips with contempt*
Lana: *frowns slightly--then shakes her head with a small smile* You really are just as she described. A true pupil to your master, hmm?
Edgeworth: *raises an eyebrow - he's become used to hearing his mentor spoken of badly, and every time he has conflicting urges. Get defensive or... what? He's not quite sure what other than defending von Karma he should do, but he has realized that he chafes more at the word 'master' than he would have several years ago. Lately he's been compromising:* Hmph.
Lana: *takes a careful sip of her latte, then looks over at him* How did he take your lack of a "victory" in that case?
Edgeworth: *perhaps when he is as seasoned as von Karma he'll be composed enough not to react, but at the moment... The paper crumples in clenched fists* It's my responsibility, not his.
Lana: *lightly* Ah-- not well then, I take it. I can only imagine how hard it would be, to follow in his shoes. *this is not said mockingly. She takes another sip of her drink*
Edgeworth: *bites his lip, unclenching his fists and smoothing the paper as he forces his expression into a neutral mode* I'm not following in his shoes.
Lana: Oh? *studies the changes in his expression with great fascination*
Edgeworth: *piqued now, he folds the paper into a small bundle, glaring at her. He snaps his wrist out to force his generous sleeve back, the motion is violent. He turns his glare to his watch* I'm very busy. *his teeth are gritted*
Lana: Ah-- *glances to the folded newspaper, then back at the young prosecutor* My apologies. I had assumed that you had finished your preparations and were just waiting for court to be reconvened. I'll leave you to your work, then. *opens one of the files in front of her, and glances down to study it*
Edgeworth: Thank you. *he's quiet, then, glancing down at the paper that he's now folded. It was a lie, a bad one, he still has twenty or thirty minutes left to go. Half a cup of warm tea, and a woman he knows only by reputation sitting in front of him. He turns the handle of the teacup and takes a quiet sip* ...I have to find my own path. I can't be 'Manfred von Karma's apprentice' for my entire life. *his lips barely move, his voice low enough that it's only just audible over the chatter of the crowd*
Lana: *for a while it seems as though she hasn't heard what he's said-- she pores over the paper document on her side of the table and doesn't glance up when he speaks. A few moments afterwards, however, she looks up at him again--and smiles sincerely* Good. I admire that.
Edgeworth: Hmph. *That one non-word says it all, really. What use has he for the admiration of a detective? Even a senior detective. There was at least one detective who was already following him around worshipfully and distracting him to no end... And yet...* Save your admiration for when I'm no longer referred to by that name.
Lana: *a quiet laugh* Very well. *she seems about to speak again when a towering figure clad in orange and black approaches the table. Coming from behind her chair, he's undetected by Lana until he leaaaaaaans over to her side, bearded face beaming in a jovial grin, and she gives a startled jump in response* D-Damon!
Gant: *with hands clasped neatly behind his back* Lana, we're needed in ten minutes. Are you finished with your drink--and your conversation? *with this, he directs his large green eyes curiously towards Edgeworth*
Lana: *follows Gant's line of gaze, still slightly startled* Ah, Damon, this is Mi-
Gant: WORTHY! Long time no see, eh? Swim much? *though he makes no move to walk over to Edgeworth, his voice certainly booms across the table sufficiently*
Edgeworth: *winces at the sheer volume* Detective Gant... Not really, no.
Gant: A pity! *claps his hands together* You really should get out there, swim a few laps! Can't be all work and no play, hmm? Get that old codger Karma to join you--he's liable to shrivel up further if he doesn't touch water soon.
Lana: *finishes her drink, gathers up her papers and stands, smiling, as Gant continues on*
Edgeworth: He's more likely to listen to you than me, Detective. *his expression reveals just how unlikely either of those scenarios are*
Gant: Ho! Right you are. *merrily* I'll swing by his office after this, if he's still there. But for now--*glances to Lana*
Lana: *nods, pushing in her chair* Let's get going. *to Edgeworth, with a polite smile* I hope that we can work together someday. *steps to Gant, and they depart*
Edgeworth: Hm- *his scoff is cut off, and he just drums his fingers on the table and sits, looking at his near-empty cup of tea. He downs the dregs, leaves the cup on the table, retrieves his briefcase, and gets up, clicking his heels together and walking out towards the prosecution's lobby to wait for his trial to start*