ACE ATTORNEY AU

[enigmaster]

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[agoodname]

"....we can talk later." [he straightens--looking over to where Oswald is, once again, stalling for time]

"Ah...I wonder...."

[and he moves, wandering over to the other side of the defense's table--and frowns deeply, reaching out to curl his hand around her coffee mug. Elijah's face twists into something like determination, and after a long moment....it moves. It slides half an inch to the right.

Which his lawyer notices--and promptly shrieks. Oswald jumps in reaction, as does the judge, who's head whips over there ]

"Mrs. Kringle--whatever is the matter?"

"I-it moved! On its own! I-I can't do this, I'm sorry, I just can't--" [and before anyone can say or do anything, she's scrambling out of there, away from Edward and the court, the doors falling shut behind her.

There's silence in the courtroom for a solid moment]

"Ah....I'm surprised that actually worked." [Elijah looks startled, if exhausted, and somehow more...translucent than a moment ago.

The Judge, on the other hand, just sighs.]

"...well. Now that you, once again, no longer have a lawyer, Mr. Nygma, I'm afraid we're going to have to suspend the trial for another day." [they wave a hand at Oswald] "Sit down, Mr. Cobblepot. And maybe go deal with the rest of the trouble with your car. Dismissed! "

[and they bang their gavel, before getting up to leave]

[enigmaster]

[Edward barely blinks at the shriek. He just calmly looks over, as his lawyer freaks out and... Ah. Ex-Lawyer, now. Well. But he... frowns, a little, looking over at Elijah, by the mug. His doing, yes. Obviously. He's seen ghosts move things before, but they generally don't really bother. And the trial suspended again. Good.] ...That was impressive. [Another day bought... Edward... looks over at Oswald, again, staring a little. There's not much time for it, before he's escorted out, but. Still.]

[agoodname]

"Thank you. I believe I'll...rest for a bit..." [and he fades out, just as Oswald collapses into his chair. He glances over at Edward again, blinking when he finds him staring--to which he raises an eyebrow just as Edward gets escorted out.]

[enigmaster]

[He looks away again, quickly, as Oswald notices him looking. Damn it. Well. At least he doesn't have time to dwell on that... right now.

He'll have plenty of time to dwell on it when he's back in his cell again.

....Great.]

[agoodname]

[yeah, he sure will. Because Oswald's not going to be able to visit until much later that night...but he still does. And once again, Edward is given the option of whether he wants to attend or not.]

[enigmaster]

[He does, of course. Right now, there's no way he could say no. Though he's a little... surprised it's happening at all. Honestly, shouldn't Oswald be... resting, or something? But he's quiet again, as he's led in. Quieter than he's ever been. Which is... saying something.]

[agoodname]

[Oswald looks...better. He's got a crutch instead of his cane leaning against the table, and he's idly flipping through the file he's brought with him. He glances up as Edward enters, blinking at how quiet he is.]

....good evening, Mr. Nygma.

[enigmaster]

[Edward doesn't... say anything, right away. He's still quiet. Glancing at the crutch and then just... taking in Oswald in general. He's not sure what to say.]

[agoodname]

[. . . . . . um]

....apologies for being late earlier today.

[enigmaster]

... [Apologies for-- Is he for real?] ...That's alright. [It's... softer. It doesn't have the defensive sharp edge that's usually on his voice, which stands out a lot now that it's not there.] I wasn't expecting you at all. So...

[agoodname]

[he just huffs at that, sitting back and folding his arms--though he does look a bit confused at the softer tone]

I told you--I don't drop cases.

[enigmaster]

You did. [...He's still not... sure. What he should be saying.] But people say a lot of things. And after our last conversation...

[agoodname]

[at the mention of that, Oswald goes a bit stiff, glancing away] ...yes, well. It was a bit shocking.

[enigmaster]

...I'm sure it was, yes.

[agoodname]

[he huffs out another sigh, then, rubbing a hand over his face] So. You see ghosts. Not just see them, but talk to them, apparently. Frequently.

[enigmaster]

[He blinks.] ...Um. Yes.

[agoodname]

[......] ...my mother included. [that, itself, is quiet--and Oswald his hiding his eyes behind his hand for a moment]

[enigmaster]

...Yes. That's right.

[agoodname]

...okay. [his voice wobbles again, slightly, and he clears his throat--getting all of that under control before he drops his hand]

Well, in that case, my condolences. [drawled, because sarcasm is a very good defense mechanism h e y]

"I heard that! Naughty boy!" [speaking of, Gertrude sits on the table, tsking] "Teasing his mother like that."

[enigmaster]

[Well. Well, that's a response, alright. And Edward blinks a little at Gertrude's appearance.] She says she heard that. And you shouldn't tease her.

[agoodname]

[and Oswald blinks--yeah that's going to take him a moment, and his face does a sort of weird thing where he's not sure if he should be happy or sad or not so he just ends up looking confused] It's a son's job to keep his mother on her toes. "Yes, and my heels have never touched the ground in twenty-one years." [her response is automatic, practiced, like this is a common conversation.]

[enigmaster]

She says her heels haven't touched the ground in twenty-one years. [It's easy enough for Edward to repeat things. He's done this before, though usually the circumstances are... different. Worse.] ...I know this is... very weird.

[agoodname]

[when Edward says that first part, his expression starts to morph, and Oswald drops his head to hide it. It takes him a moment to actually respond] Ah. A bit. [his voice is...very quiet.]

[enigmaster]

...Yeah. I mean, it's... you know, normal for me, but. Very unbelievable for anyone else.

[agoodname]

[Oswald barks out a strangled laugh at that, though it hiccups a bit in the middle--and he swallows. What does he even say right now?]