Case #06. Wut.

[cantacquityou]

 

[One day, nearly a fortnight ago, Miles Edgeworth disappeared from Cair Paradisa to seek temporary, reclusive solace at a hotel in the City Royale. He alerted no one of this little vacation, and ceased all communication with everyone - be it through the journals, or otherwise...

...but he's back - however unintentionally - and not in any way he could have ever foreseen. His clothes - remnants of a white undershirt and reddish-pink pajama-bottoms - are in scorched tatters. 

In one hand, there's a 4.5 ft. baguette. In the other, a machine gun...A gumball machine gun.

...and with that, he is chasing a massive growlithe around the castle grounds. 

Perhaps you're one of the unfortunate souls to witness this. After all, there is a perfectly rational explanation.

...maybe.]

Comments

[cantacquityou]

[Okay. That was cute. For Larry, anyway.]


...Be careful with those things. You'll put an eye out.

[thebutz]

[He fakes handing one over to Miles]

Take this... It's dangerous to go alone.

[cantacquityou]

[He snorts. He 'takes' it.]



I'm afraid we'll require more firepower to defeat the enemy.

[thebutz]

...how about a bazooka?

[He makes an air bazooka, hoisting the fake gun over his shoulder]

Woo!

[cantacquityou]

Nice try, but not even the mightiest bazooka can hold a candle to...


[He makes as if to draw from an invisible sheath supposedly attached to his left side.]



...the Samurai Sword...

[thebutz]

Oh... Oh no...

Not that. Anything but that...

[He takes off running, shooting invisible bullets at Edgeworth over his shoulder]

AHHHHHHH!!!

[cantacquityou]

[Pretends to turn the invisible hilt to have the sword block the bullets.]


Long-range combat? Is that the best you can do? Come, Mr. Deauxnim! Draw your sword and fight me like a man!

[thebutz]

I-I don't know how to use a sword...

[He turns to face Edgeworth]

Actually... I don't really know how to use a gun either...

[Poor, sad Larry...]

[cantacquityou]

Not that I'd trust you with either, but perhaps you could look into taking a few lessons in the way of the blade...


[...and suddenly, he pulls a massive knife out of the loaf of bread.]

[thebutz]

...are you... going to stab me...?

...how about we just calm down and eat that bread...

[Sad face FOREVER]

SORRY I DIDN'T SEE THIS

[cantacquityou]

...I am certain you don't want to eat this bread.

pff you're just ignoring me :'(

[thebutz]

It sounds better than being stabbed by you, Edgey...

NO ILU. And also, innuendo.

[cantacquityou]

...There is seldom anything better than being stabbed by me.

[thebutz]

Uh... Uh...

[He strikes a really fakey martial arts pose]

Stay back! I know Kung-Fu!

[cantacquityou]

Hmph. No matter. I am quite adept at using my sword.

[thebutz]

...I don't really know Kung-Fu! Are you really going to stab me?

[cantacquityou]

...




...No, Larry. I will not stab you. In either way.

[thebutz]

A-are you sure...?

[cantacquityou]

Are you seriously asking me this?

[thebutz]

Yes...

[ :C times 100 ]