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: (⚷ 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!

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