yatagarasu: (☇ you always give yourself away)
[Ah, December 9. Just another ordinary day for many of you guys, but not for this thief (at least, according to my headcanon). She's beaming over the network...beaming so much even though her hair is still loose and not yet restrained in its usual ponytail and massive key hairpin. At least she's already out of her pajamas. And she has long since recovered from her injuries from trying to take on that giant statue, oh yes.]

As of today, I'm officially eighteen years old! I can't believe I've been in Somarium long enough to actually celebrate my birthday in it! Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me...

[She stops in mid-song, then snaps her fingers as if she discovered something way important. Then she proceeds with tying her hair.]

I should get myself a present. But I don't have a lot of money...maybe my present to myself should be a job, and then I can buy a real present. Even great thieves like me need day jobs! Especially since I haven't found any good truths lately...Somarium's good at keeping them all locked up...

[Aaaaaand that hairpin will now slide smoothly into her ponytail.] Or better yet, I should start asking Mr. Edgeworth to pay me for my assistant services! Hey, Mr. Edgeworth! If you can see this, you should probably start paying me from now on!

[...Kay, as if you weren't enough of a freeloader already. You hang out at his place far too often.]
yatagarasu: (☇ inside of the chaos)
[Hey guys, remember this girl? She may or may not have been sighted TP-ing up your houses for Halloween. And she's about to get what's coming because she is SO BUSTED. In fact, right now, she is on the receiving end of a good scolding from her boss (and possibly guardian figure), who is standing in front of her with a very disapproving frown and crossed arms.

Kay, for her part, is defiant and determined to out-argue Edgeworth - and if she's lucky, escape getting grounded.]


But it's not like anyone got hurt! It was only a prank!

[Her fists are clenched; she's obviously on the losing end so far.]

Even without physical harm, this "prank" of yours has other consequences for the homeowners whose houses you have vandalized.

["Vandalized" was such a strong word.] Besides, it was Halloween! [Those homeowners should've prepared themselves, or expected this. Come on, it was tradition! Sort of.]

Holidays are no excuse for delinquent behavior. 

[She glares right back at him. What was she, a criminal? TP-ing houses wasn't a crime, it was a universally recognized prank! Sensing a possible grounding on the horizon and under pressure from this discussion, Kay snaps back - perhaps more harshly than she intended, because her next words are:]

Ugh! Mr. Edgeworth, you're not my dad! [So stop scolding her like one! Yes, she had compared him to her dad, but in the end, he...well, wasn't. Not quite. And this was not a life-threatening situation, this was only Halloween pranking.]

I may not be your father, but - [His words are cut short as he suddenly falls to the floor. Kay lets out a small scream of shock, all defiance gone. She quickly drops beside him; what was that all about? Was it something she said? On impulse, she checks his pulse (no pun intended). There is no reaction from him of any sort, no indication that he was going to continue chiding her...]

Aaaaah! 

[...it seems to be a sleep coma. Kay knew those all too well; she had been in one for over a month. Yes, he was now asleep. Off-screen, she calls for help. When she stands up, she realizes that the Dreamberry she left somewhere has been recording this entire time. She will switch it off, but first...]

Stitch! Mr. Edgeworth's in a sleep coma! 

[OOC: Just in case, blue is Kay and red is Edgeworth.]
yatagarasu: (⚷ you make weird faces [laughter])
[Hello, Somarium. This is Kay, with a shiny guitar that looks pretty new. She plucks a few strings, and then launches into the chords of Jailhouse Rock, by The King himself, looking and sounding very confident as she goes. Instead of remaining on her seat, she stands up and tries to dance around while playing.

Now, Kay is neither a good singer nor an accomplished guitarist. She misses a few chords every so often, gets a few strings wrong, and her pitches aren't perfect, but she deserves credit for trying. At least her singing voice isn't the annoying sort you'd hear on drunken karaoke nights; she clearly practiced a bit before this performance, and she doesn't scream the words. And of course, she keeps on going instead of going OH DARN IT I GOT IT WRONG or anything like that.

When she's done, she flops onto the bed, sets the guitar aside and waves.]


Happy Elvis Day! It doesn't look like Stitch is gonna wake up any time soon, so I decided to get started. If he does get up later, we'll do a duet, just like in the Elvis special of the Jammin' Ninja! If only I had my DVDs...

... [Now she's looking thoughtful, and a little concerned.]

I hope he wakes up soon. Elvis Day would be more fun with him around.

[Hmmm, what else, what else? She strokes her chin in thought.]

Oh yeah, I heard there was gonna be a police party! [The thief sits up again, clasping her hands together and...heck, she even forgets to just take this part of the transmission to a private call.] Mr. Edgeworth, can we go? Can we? Please?

Now I really hope Stitch wakes up! He could come with us!
yatagarasu: (⚷ the good guys win in the end! [wink])
[For anyone in the vicinity AKA First District of Somni, you might just notice a girl standing in front of that water park, talking excitedly into her Dreamberry.]

I can't believe there's a water park here! You know what this means? We gotta investigate that water park! [If you know what I mean. There's a mischievous lilt in her voice. "Investigate". Suuuuure. If by "investigate" she means "tear it up like there's no tomorrow and have the time of your life", then yes, let's investigate. One can tell she's grinning while speaking, even.]

That huge twisty slide looks really suspicious. I should investigate that first!

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