The City is at war, a place among the young and rich

[thepull_mods]

Who: OPEN to anyone! Tag yourself in.
When: 11:27am and onward
Where: Sector 5, Turnabout Square near Cinnegrad Cemetery and branching out through out as listed below.
Summary: Former Governor Redgrave’s funeral procession goes badly very, very quickly. Agitated spectators eventually devolve into protesters against the former Governor, this

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11:27, Sector 5, at the funeral procession; open

[mentis_reae]

Edgeworth had suffered no love whatsoever for Redgrave. He'd thought him a fool and a coward, a man nearly worse than those will ill intentions for the way that he failed to act. Yet even so, no matter what the man had been in life, he still deserved a funeral with mourners; for all that he'd been a poor one, he was still once the governor of this island, the head of the executive branch. And, as such, he was due respects.

So he couldn't help but feel a wave of sheer anger when one of the rioters closest to the procession somehow got footing in the chaos to reach into his pants and attempt to urinate on the casket

[kingofrooks]

The look from Edgeworth surprised him more than what Re-l did- that was pretty much what he expected her to do, really. Not right now and not with so much blood- not in front of Edgeworth, and he reached out and grabbed hold of Edgeworth's shoulder before he shoved him towards Re-l.

He knew that she was alright; that she knew what she would doing and she would survive this. He had watched her survive a dose of arsenic that would kill even hiim and continue to live. He knew what she was capable of- that was why that little speech was unnecessary.

He sighed.

"You both keep assuming I'm mortal and human," there was a sort of mocking irony in his voice, and he cocked his head to the side. "Do you really think that if I am, I would continue doing this?"

Smoke and mirrors.

"Try not to get killed. Either of you." Always the last word, right? With that, he was gone, faded into the barely-there shadows of the evening.

[proxysearch]

She didn't believe a word of it. She knew gods, knew immortals too well. She knew one intimately so, interwoven in his destiny unwillingly. And she knew that Batman was no god, no immortal. He was human, just like them. She said nothing, staring at him as he pushed Edgeworth towards her. With a frown, she reached out and caught the man gently by the arms to stop him from careening forward but her eyes never left the white lenses behind the mask.

"You're lying," she said simply once he had gone, speaking to the empty air. He would hear her but he had said his piece. That's all that mattered to him.

Re-l turned to Edgeworth and finally acknowledged his question, nodding faintly. "I'm fine. Relax." She had done it before only a handful of times and it never got any easier. Normally, she would pull them back into her back, an equally odd and painful process, but with the wings already damaged... It was too late to care, anyway. Her grip tightened on his arms a little. "I mean it. Calm down."

[mentis_reae]

Of course he knew that she was fine. He knew what her power was; he knew how quickly she could heal. Yet even so - even in spite of that knowledge - he couldn't help but grip her back by the arms, a lump of distress in the pit of his stomach. He hadn't seen her in such pain since the night they'd tortured her for all to see...

For just a moment, he put Batman out of his mind completely. For just a moment, his resentment of the man, his irritation and frustration all seemed precisely as petty as they in fact were; all he was concerned with was Re-l and what she'd done to herself.

"I'm - " He shook his head, forcing himself to calm. There was no good done by losing his head. "Ms. Mayer - Jesus. Don't - do that again."

[proxysearch]

To just have him there in front of her, his hands tight on her arms and his eyes filled with panic and desperation, was enough to stop her from immediately brushing off his concerns. She became his bodyguard for a reason; she threw herself into danger for a reason. She knew she would be all right in the end. Come what may, it was better for her to be hurt than for someone who couldn't heal or who couldn't help themselves...

It's entirely different, she realized, when it was self-inflicted. Her grip tightens on his arms gently and her gaze softens for a moment. "Stop." Collect yourself, Miles Edgeworth. She didn't want to see him so upset.

Re-l slowly nodded. "I won't. Just...relax. It's okay, I'm fine." She wouldn't do it again, not in front of him. She didn't like doing it anyway.

[mentis_reae]

Slowly he nodded, and swallowed, and calmed himself. Slowly he gripped her about the shoulders - then, careful of her back, drew her into an embrace. Under normal circumstances, he'd not have performed such a gesture in public; he did not like the thought of a public display of affection with anyone, let alone someone he respected as much as he respected Ms. Mayer. And let alone with someone where he wasn't certain that a relationship would...be condoned ethically - a thought which had troubled him lately.

But, damn it, he was afraid. And it wasn't as though anyone was watching.

"Sorry," he murmured; then he shook his head and stepped back again, more collected. "Right. Quite. We need to get to work."

[proxysearch]

Her back had already healed, though the skin along her shoulder blades was still tender and sore. It hadn't healed perfectly but would - in time - allow the Amrita Cells to put up a better layer of skin. For now, she was fine. And she was quite surprised to be pulled into his arms and held for a moment. Hesitantly, she returned the gesture and pressed her face briefly into his good shoulder. She exhaled.

"Thank you," she breathed.

And then when he stepped away, she offered a smile to reassure him that she really was all right. She nodded, rolling her shoulders back. "All right, let's go."