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[doggedly]

[The video kicks in all jumpy and uncertain, like whoever is recording with it either started the recording a bit too early, or else is far too excited to worry about things like proper recordings--just blurred room, generic Tranquility setting--and then, woosh, Sirius turns the video around all at once to focus on himself, grinning.]

Hullo, the ship! Have I got good news for you-- today, you’re the witness of a genuine certified miracle. I was doing a bit of investigating, since that's my job--see, you're in safe hands, the lot of you--and now instead I've found this, and suddenly it’s a bright new day of evils being undone, so dry your eyes and lock up your daughters-- dah nah nah naaah--

[Yes, that’s trumpet fanfare, and again, there’s the sickening swivel of the video turning around and here is Nathan Young. You know, the dead one? The one who very publicly died not three days ago? And here he is, in those same clothes (maybe they’re a little cleaner), and Sirius has hooked him up with a bar of space chocolate as well.]

Hello again, dear people of the Tranquility. I know we’re not all from the same planet, but if you’ve heard of Jesus, yes, it’s a bit like that. Only with better hair. [ Nathan will stand by that point, thanks. It's like a natural halo. He’s accordingly doing what might be considered a Jesus impression, tone and expression as close as he gets to magnanimous. The impact’s slightly ruined by it being Nathan, plus the fact that he was eating the chocolate and not paying attention when Sirius turned the camera on him, so there was a scramble to get into character. ]

Charming. Just charming. It’s brilliant, innit, but I found him just like this--and not dead! Which, for our listeners at home, indicates the miraculous restorative powers of this ship and possibly preludes an era of all-dead-things-coming-back-to-life. Resurrections every which way!

Or maybe the ship missed him so much, bless him, that it just couldn’t help itself and bestowed resurrection on him. Ahh, but does it matter! The awful events of days past have been undone, peace, love, and laughter, and joy hereafter, let’s all have a drink to celebrate. Cheers.

[ Nathan’s mostly just working on not breaking character in the background, and he almost manages. Before Sirius can finish, he leans into frame a bit more to offer an enthusiastic royal wave. Then he thinks of something, and somewhat hastily: ]

And if any of you devout young ladies would like to pay proper respects, come on by my room. That’s floor thirteen, door sixty-nine. And that is a promise.




[the conclusion to the gross death of nathan from a few days back! (tw for descriptions of violence & suicide) nathan has been resurrected by the power of... well, himself. sirius, blue is nathan, replies to come to you from either/both. threadjacking is okay! also TW for possible discussion of death, violence, self-harm and suicide in the comments - peruse at your risk!]

Comments

[jurisimpudent]

That's assault on a security officer - you can't -

[But Edgeworth is laughing as he grabs one of Sirius' wrists - uses it to lever himself to his feet - and then breaks free of his grip, moving away, using those skills in combat learned in security that he's not even cognizant of having - ]

[doggedly]

I am a security officer, thanks, it's not assault if-- oi!

[UNFAIR using such fair tactics against him! He stares at Edgeworth a moment, insulted, and then goes for him again--]

Don't be a girl about it, you earned a thumping--

[jurisimpudent]

[Edgeworth just backs away from his grip now, grinning - ]

Because I pointed out something you didn't want pointed out? That's quite fine, isn't it -

[doggedly]

No, 'cos you're putting words in my mouth and you're making assumptions and generally being a prat--

[And he dives for him, wildly, in an attempt get hold of Edgeworth in any way that he can--]

[jurisimpudent]

Which thumping won't help in any way!

[He laughs, moving back again - but the chair catches him behind the knees, and his eyebrows shoot up and he windmills his arms to keep his balance - ]

[doggedly]

[But, see, that's the sort of friend that Sirius is. Where other best mates might let you fall--and, admittedly, where Sirius might usually let his best mates fall--this time, he reaches out to grab hold of Edgeworth's sleeve, to at least hold him for a moment while he gets his footing--]

[jurisimpudent]

[And Edgeworth's arm lashes out to grab hold of Sirius' shoulder, to set himself upright once more. He catches his balance, nods, smiles in thanks.]

[doggedly]

[--and then, once he's got his balance once more, Sirius doesn't even hesitate, but smacks the back of his hand against Edgeworth's chest--once, soundly.]

There!

[jurisimpudent]

[And Edgeworth, immediately, overdramatically, claps his hand to his chest.]

My God. I am wounded.

[doggedly]

Yeah you are.

[Sirius folds his arms over his chest, satisfied with that punishment.]

And see that it doesn't happen again, Miles, or there'll be more of that where it came from.

And then they kiss

[jurisimpudent]

Duly noted.

[A solemn nod, and then Edgeworth slugs Sirius in the arm.]

yes please they are my real OTP for real

[doggedly]

[He sucks in a sharp breath, like that really seriously hurt (it didn't) (or, well, it did, but only a little), and takes a step back, rubbing at his arm.]

Wanker. So you're done shouting at me, then? Only I think I've got to go and face Tyke.

God yes they are OTP and BROTP and HOTP and everything in between

[jurisimpudent]

[And Edgeworth's merriment fades, for just one moment, into some real worry.]

Will you be...all right?

what's a HOTP is it a hot pie

[doggedly]

[Sirius snorts at that and immediately waves Edgeworth off.]

Are you joking? You were my actual worry. I can handle Tyke.

it's a teepee full of hos

[jurisimpudent]

[That's surprising to Edgeworth - ]

I was?

....with pies?

[doggedly]

Yeah?

[Duh? is the inflection there.]

I mean, not in part 'cos I had to face you alone. [And he's not going to elaborate any more on why Edgeworth was the true worry; that's not necessary to rehash here. Something about his importance as a friend, et cetera ad nauseum, just-- better it's kept secret.]

Lots of pies, yes, this makes this even better

[jurisimpudent]

[Edgeworth nods, his mood darkening slightly. He does struggle for a moment to stay lighthearted - ]

I was quite rude to...your compatriot. Not that I regret that, particularly. He deserved it.

[Then a moment, and he gives up the struggle to keep this funny and light, confesses - ]

That was just...difficult to see. Especially now.

ok i'll bring zucchini and then bribe you with it so you forget my html errors

[doggedly]

[The ebbing of the light mood does its work on Sirius as well. Truth be told, facing down Tyke is not something he's looking forward to, but-- well. He's not about to admit to that, or allude to it.

Instead, he stares down at the floor, with a shrug.]

Nathan's all right. He's not going to go cry over your rudeness, if that's what you're worried about. He'll manage.

[No, hang on, as Edgeworth's actual words get through to him, he glances up.]

What was difficult to see, exactly?

Good can we make it into cupcakes

[jurisimpudent]

[There's a long, difficult, tongue-tied pause, and then:]

What I perceived to be a suicide.

[Another pause, and then a stiff shrug.]

Not that it matters now. It's done with.

NO! PIE!

[doggedly]

[....oh. Right. Sirius looks around at Edgeworth, first, quickly--and then away, even more quickly.]

Yeah.

[And there's a silence, wherein he thinks maybe he really ought to say sorry, at least--because what was it, a month ago, that they were having another serious talk loosely gathered around the topic of suicide--

He scrubs a hand over his face.]

Is it done with?

zucchini...pie????

[jurisimpudent]

[The question takes Edgeworth by surprise. Because - that's an out, an easy out, that would let Sirius turn the topic back to lighter matters. Lighter matters that would involve less...reproach, and less guilt, perhaps. And yet he asks that question, and Edgeworth looks up and asks, because he's so taken aback - ]

Beg pardon?

wait have you seriously never had zucchini pie

[doggedly]

Is it.

[He shrugs, like that's going to finish the question for him, or restate it, or otherwise speed up this turn toward something a bit more serious.]

With you and me, I mean. Is it done with.

I've never even heard of it before

[jurisimpudent]

[And Edgeworth hesitates, giving that real thought. It doesn't take long, though, because...This was thoughtless, yes, and difficult, as he'd said. But it's...Sirius. He's not going to stay angry at Sirius.]

It's fine. Yes.

oh my god i wish i could mail it to you. you need to have it. come here now.

[doggedly]

[Quickly, he nods, as if that forgiveness is going to somehow expire. And there's a beat, very brief, and then he straightens his shoulders, and that's it, it's done with. He can discard it.]

Brilliant. All right, then, now I can go and face my death.

What's so special about it

[jurisimpudent]

[And Edgeworth offers a quick smile. Tentative, yes, not exactly the cheer to end all cheer, but a smile still.]

I'll be sorry indeed when you're dead.