[Edgeworth grits his teeth. He doesn't really care about the robots. He cares far more about this cravat but they need a new tactic. This is going to hurt him far more than it'll hurt the robots he and Soleil have dispatched so far.
Taking a deep breath, he undoes his cravat with one hand and one fluid motion while stepping back from the robots. The white cloth unfurls itself like a sail, and the robots, not expecting this new turn of events, halt and watch it as if transfixed.]
Consider this a plea bargain!
[And Edgeworth throws it at them. Sure enough, it works; they are now focused on the flying cravat, and Edgeworth decides to make a break for it, grabbing Soleil's wrist and leaving a trail of fallen rose petals in his wake. Well, since he's no longer damp, they're no longer clinging to his suit.]
(She wasn't expecting Edgeworth to actually throw his cravat. But more of a surprise than that is the fact that it worked. Getting her wrist grabbed is a surprise, but she keeps up with Edgeworth with ease.)
What's with the rose petals?
(She shouldn't be worrying about things like that, but it is very weird.)
I fell into the flood of perfumed water at the Pleasure District.
[He gasps out the answer as they keep running. Edgeworth doesn't look back at the robots distracted by the cravat he sacrificed; all he wants to do is make sure he and this young woman are far away from any more arrest-happy robots.]
Soleil
[Edgeworth grits his teeth. He doesn't really care about the robots. He cares far more about this cravat but they need a new tactic. This is going to hurt him far more than it'll hurt the robots he and Soleil have dispatched so far.
Taking a deep breath, he undoes his cravat with one hand and one fluid motion while stepping back from the robots. The white cloth unfurls itself like a sail, and the robots, not expecting this new turn of events, halt and watch it as if transfixed.]
Consider this a plea bargain!
[And Edgeworth throws it at them. Sure enough, it works; they are now focused on the flying cravat, and Edgeworth decides to make a break for it, grabbing Soleil's wrist and leaving a trail of fallen rose petals in his wake. Well, since he's no longer damp, they're no longer clinging to his suit.]
no subject
( She wasn't expecting Edgeworth to actually throw his cravat. But more of a surprise than that is the fact that it worked. Getting her wrist grabbed is a surprise, but she keeps up with Edgeworth with ease. )
What's with the rose petals?
( She shouldn't be worrying about things like that, but it is very weird. )
no subject
[He gasps out the answer as they keep running. Edgeworth doesn't look back at the robots distracted by the cravat he sacrificed; all he wants to do is make sure he and this young woman are far away from any more arrest-happy robots.]