Edgey/Misa PSL

[sensitiveapple]

She doesn't know what happened. She doesn't understand. One moment, she is doing the hair of one of the other ladies, and the next there are people yelling, people with guns, and everyone is afraid. Nina had pinned her to a wall, and put herself in front of her, protecting her in the only way she could.

Freema is led out in cuffs. The Cook is yelling back that everything will be alright, poppet, just trust the men. No. Never trust men. Her time here at the House has taught her that.

Nina is pulled away and now she's scared. She doesn't know these people, she doesn't trust them, and they're taking away her friends.

"NINA!" Misa screams, when one of the men reach for her. She's quick enough to evade the hand, and grabs her knife from her thigh, wedging herself into a corner.

"We're not going to hurt you."

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" She yells, too scared, too panicked to do anything but slash at the air.

The large man in the trenchcoat with the bandage on his nose crouches in front of her. "Now, listen, little miss. We're not going to hurt you." He says gently, not reaching out a hand. Probably smart, because she'll cut anyone that tries to touch her. One of the others whispers something in his ear and he nods, not taking his eyes off of her.

What is going on?!

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shh it okay

[turnaboutson]

It had taken a long, long time to bust this trafficking ring, but the eventual raid always made the painstaking research worth it. All those late nights spent following up on leads, traveling from LA to Zheng Fa to Khura'in...all of it finally paid off.

A big tiger of a man - though he'd much prefer to be called a wolf - leans against a wall, watching the raid go down. "Your men didn't do a half-bad job of it, Edgeworth," he says to the red-suited man who's directing the traffic of the raid - or at least, doing his best to.

"Thank you, Agent Lang, you do so know I crave your approval," Miles Edgeworth says, barely sparing a glance at the Interpol agent.

"Shame your sister couldn't be here for this."

"Mm." Just as well, really. She'd probably be choking the ringleaders to death with her whip. There aren't a lot of things that Franziska von Karma would consider going outside the law to seek justice on. This is one of them. Especially since children had been involved. He doesn't half blame her. He thought he'd drawn the short straw on this one. "I suppose she'll get her day prosecuting some of them."

"Only some? You don't want all the fun for yourself?" Lang teases.

Before he can respond with something suitably biting, he notices Gumshoe crouched down next to someone. Probably one of the frightened, unfortunate children caught up in this whole scheme. "One moment, Lang," he says, and goes to see the detective and his new 'friend'.

Sure enough, it's a terrified-looking little girl, wielding a knife. Ah. A delicate situation, lest Gumshoe wish to become filleted. Miles knows the detective well enough to know that he's a teddy bear, but he certainly must look frightening enough. "You can stand down, detective. Give her some room." He turns his attention to the girl, crouching down outside arm's - and knife's - reach. "Are you all right, young lady? You're not hurt?"