bindsthedead | IC CONTACT POST

I'm at my house, and what I need is backup.

[There's a brief pause as he tries to think of the best way to explain this, but he does not remain silent for long]

Yuri Petrov texted me a few minutes ago, asking for my help. I assume you're familiar with him?

Vigilante murderer, and current member of RISE? Yes.

[There's the sound of movement, and a weapon being slid into a sheath. Sabriel's not sure exactly what kind of help Edgeworth is asking for.]

What Armstrong was thinking, I don't know.

I have no idea. But it's not something we can help right now, either.

[He says bitterly, with a bitter tone of voice.]

I'll send you the same location he sent me. However, he wasn't forthcoming with the details. Be prepared for anything.

Of course. If it looks dangerous, keep your distance.

Duly noted - and thank you for your assistance.

[There was no danger. There were no enemies lying in wait. There was just Yuri Petrov (or is it Lunatic, now?), broken and injured, and in dire need of assistance. Thankfully, Sabriel's magic was able to save him from his poor life decisions, but before they could get any answers from him he had vanished into then night. Typical. Edgeworth's scowl deepens and he takes a deep breath, before he turns to Sabriel]

...thank you for your help, Sabriel. I'm sorry I had to drag you into this.

[The gratitude is genuine, though. While he has no love in his heart for Petrov, he doesn't relish the idea of mending his injuries with nothing but a few first aid classes behind him.]

It's probably for the best that you did. He needed more than a couple of bandages. [Sabriel slumps against a nearby wall. She'd tossed on her sword and bells, but there'd been no need for any of it- just a fair bit of healing magic.]

Hmph! That's an understa-

[Before he can finish his biting commentary on Yuri Petrov, he sees Sabriel slump against the wall, and rushes to her side.]

Do you need a hand?

[He furrows his brow in concern, uncertain of what to do. Is this a result of the magic? How much did it take out of her?]

I just need to catch my breath. That was a bit more healing than I'd expected to do.

[Again, another understatement. Edgeworth glances furtively to the side, where Yuri had been found, before looking towards his car]

Just tell me when you're ready to leave. I don't want to keep you out here longer than necessary.

[Sabriel takes about a minute to steady herself, then straightens up. She's still... somehow even paler than normal, but she's moving steadily.]

We can go now- I should be fine.

[Edgeworth nods and makes his way to the hovercar, stopping to open the door for her, waiting to see if she needs a hand. If she can manage on his own, he'll make his way to his side. When he starts the ignition, it's silent save for the sound of the engine, with no noise from Edgeworth or the radio. Should he say something? Or should he continue with nothingness?

Eventually, though, his curiosity gets the better of him, and he clears his throat as the car floats off the ground]

So, erm, your-

[Magic]

-healing. How does it work, precisely?

By reaching into the Charter and finding the right marks. A spell acts as a description of what you want to do- but you need to understand what that is.

[He purses his lips together, perfectly aware of how little he knows about the Charter. It sounds easy, but considering what he just witnessed, he knows that it's anything but.]

And these spells... do they require anything in exchange? Or do you simply need to know what you need?

They require effort, training, and dedication. Without discipline, it's easy to lose control.

[Edgeworth remains silent for a moment, thinking things over, making connections about what Sabriel has said to what little he knows about the supernatural]

A friend of mine has powers with... similar requirements. Lack of focus doesn't have such disastrous results for her, but it's still necessary so she doesn't get overwhelmed by her senses. Without meditation and practice, it...

[There's another pause as Edgeworth remembers the time he got a taste of spiritual energy. He clears his throat and shoves those memories aside]

It would be difficult to get anything done, I imagine.

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