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MOVED!
Hey, guys, I’ve moved a few of my muses over to @of-invisible-ties.
My Ace Attorney muses are still alive, they’re just not here anymore. Thanks for bearing with me!
chaotic-lawful-objections reblogged
MOVED!
Hey, guys, I’ve moved a few of my muses over to @of-invisible-ties.
My Ace Attorney muses are still alive, they’re just not here anymore. Thanks for bearing with me!
chaotic-lawful-objections reblogged
MOVED!
Hey, guys, I’ve moved a few of my muses over to @of-invisible-ties.
My Ace Attorney muses are still alive, they’re just not here anymore. Thanks for bearing with me!
MOVED!
Hey, guys, I’ve moved a few of my muses over to @of-invisible-ties.
My Ace Attorney muses are still alive, they’re just not here anymore. Thanks for bearing with me!
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[ I really love writing as them, so here’s a small starter call for the classic lawyer duo: Phoenix and Edgeworth! ]
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…Why was he staring at his smart phone? Oh God. Was this guy one of THOSE guys? The kind that had no clue what a smart phone even was? Even his father had a smart phone. Satoshi sighed, shaking his head a bit.
“It’s fine,” he murmured, pocketing his phone. “It happens. i know it’s pretty shocking.”
Wait… Did this guy just call him…? Oh he did. Oh, he really did. This guy just called him ‘Edgeworth Jr.’. Satoshi didn’t mind nicknames. He had a lot of them. But that was one he would never let stand. Ever. Not in the history of ever.
“Mr. Wright, don’t call me Edgeworth Jr. Satoshi is just fine. Calling me Edgeworth Jr. just makes me sound like I’m a mini Miles Edgeworth. That, I am not.”
“Well, you’ve got me there! It wouldn’t be fair to judge you just based on your dad, huh?”
Phoenix tried to present a hearty grin despite how badly drained the long string of revelations had left him. It was astonishing enough to learn that Edgeworth had a teenage son, and it was even more shocking to observe the inevitable similarities between the two. He even had his father’s more condescending quirks -- to some extent, anyway.
“I can live with calling you Satoshi. You’re the first one of your kind I’ve met, actually! Satoshi’s not exactly a common name around here -- so, it’s foreign, right?”
(I’m almost surprised Edgeworth went with that and not something ... simpler. He could’ve gone the whole “Miles Jr” route. Or “Niles” if he wanted something somewhat similar to his name. I’m not saying THAT aloud, though! No sirree!)
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Datz wheeled around, realizing he’d come to a dead end. Darn it. Sneaking into the palace garden was a poor decision for several reasons, the first being that he was not expecting to be cornered by the high priestess herself. He reached into his pockets and tossed a handful of pellets at the ground between them.
“DRAGON SNOT SNAPS! HYAH!”
…And nothing. Duds. He was cornered.
He coughed a little. “So, uh, Your Benevolence! What brings you here? Haha!”
“What brings me here? What sort of asinine query is that!?”
There was no mistaking the indignation in her tone. Rayfa had little patience to spare for this idiotic man and his moronic pranks. She crossed her arms, glaring daggers right at him. While he was part of the noble group her father --- her real father -- had founded, she wasn’t inclined to cut him any slack.
“I was giving chase to the nincompoop who dared disrupt the peace of this sacred garden! Now, I shall launch your question back at you, where it rightfully belongs! What daft idea brought you here!?”
“I heard you got tangled up in your fair share of adventures, Edgeworth.”
“Gotta say, that’s pretty admirable of you to come running the second I called. You’ve got to be exhausted from all that, and yet here you are ... here, to see me like this. I’m almost sorry I’m emptyhanded, but that’s sort of the point. My badge ... well, see for yourself. It’s long gone.”
#bladedfears#[ i read that ur edgeworth is canon-divergent so i figured an AJ-era starter might be a good way to flesh out ur edgey's dynamics ]#[ especially with a disbarred nick ]#[ that was never covered by canon so we can cover it here ]#[ i can use regular phoenix for this if you'd prefer tho ]#[ or the TAT sick phoenix if you'd like to use bratworth ]
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A joke? He really, really thought this was a joke? Satoshi’s frown deepend, if that was even possible. Good God. Well, Mr. Wright was a lawyer. Which meant that he needed proof. Proof was everything, as they said. Digging into his back pocket, Satoshi retrieved his smart phone.
“I assure you, Mr. Wright, this is not a joke.”
Quickly swiping through his apps, Satoshi let out a soft ‘ah-ha’ when he came upon his Instagram app. Opening it, he found his mother’s Instagram and began to scroll and scroll…And scroll through all her pictures. Good God. How many pictures did she have? Finally coming upon one from his graduation, he then showed it to Phoenix.
“See? This is us at my high school graduation over a year ago. Father is on the left. Mother is on the right. And I’m in the middle… And my friend Oliver is photobombing in the back. I assure you, this is not a joke. Would you like my birth certificate as well?”
(A smartphone, huh? I’m pretty sure that’s what it is, anyways. You can’t count on me to be too familiar with these things.)
(I still have that cheap phone that kids these days call a thing of the past. Long story short, mine doesn’t do pictures. It’s actually sort of cool that this guy’s phone can, though. Let’s see what he has on ...)
(Oh, OF COURSE he has a picture with his parents! That’s just ... grand. Yep, that’s Edgeworth alright. I’d recognize his cravat and condescending smirk from miles away ...)
“No, um ... that’s okay. I believe you now. I know your dad, and he wouldn’t pose in a picture just to prank me. I guess, uh, sorry about this whole mix-up? You really did catch me off guard there. I guess I can call you Edgeworth Jr. now, huh?”
“ Who are you really? “ for Dhurke?
Meme II Accepting!
“Here’s a counteroffer: do you want the short or long version of it?”
“I’ve got all day, but I’d wager that you don’t. I can tell from your eyes that you’re a wanted man. Well, that and the ugly posters, too.”
“Guess I can say welcome to the club! Fellow fugitive Dhurke Sahdmadhi, at your service!”
#grxmmed#asks#answered#[ this could be during any of the books really ]#[ and idk which verse this is taking place in?? either in the HP or AA world ]#[ either way they're both wanted fugitives rip ]#[ but they're also father figures to the protags and i think they'd bond over that ]#[ sirius: did i tell u about the letter harry sent me today?? i was so proud to get it ]#[ dhurke: dang i wish apollo sent me letters. nahyuta says he's too old for that ]
[ I really love writing as them, so here’s a small starter call for the classic lawyer duo: Phoenix and Edgeworth! ]
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“That would be the case, if it is not the horrid truth behind this.”
“You being locked here has meant you do not know the whole truth. That case, despite your motives, has caused a problem - a major one. Now people look at us as a corrupted force. I know, my old mentor did those exact things, and I loathe him every single time for it, however, I cannot let this resurface. I need your assistance, Blackquill… please.”
Despite his undeniably bleak situation, Blackquill finds himself laughing heartily. Ah, what irony it was! The protege of a disgraced mentor sought him, a convict, for help in reversing the tide? That deserved a laugh in honor.
“You would beg with such an asinine plea? What can one man do against the tide of the masses’ opinion?”
“Heh! Your begging would be better spent on an earnest fool. Or ... it would be.”
His grin is obnoxiously and deliberately smug.
“The adage states that beggars cannot be choosers, Wright-dono. Very well. I’ll aid you in exchange for some modicum of freedom. I’ve naught better to do.”
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Did this bozo just call him ‘kid’? Satoshi narrowed his eyes for a very long moment as he stared at Phoenix. And he stared. And he stared some more. He groaned, putting his hands on his hips.
“I did let myself in but I’m also allowed to be in here. I was waiting for him, as well.”
He then grimaced, coming to the ‘kid’ part again. He didn’t want to address it. And, frankly, it might send the guy into another tailspin but oh well.
“I’m eighteen, Mr. Wright. So, I’m not a kid. I’m also in my third year of undergrad and will be graduating next year and I’ve already secured a spot at Yale. So… Not a kid.”
Now that was certainly news to Phoenix. Sure, it was quite clear that the kid -- er, teen -- had inherited his father’s knack for unnerving glares. He found himself meeting that glare right back, but with a markedly less intimidating one. Phoenix’s stare was better described as confused and slack-jawed.
(He’s EIGHTEEN!?)
(With every new fact this kid reveals about himself, my mind feels closer and closer to imploding. At this point ... I’m half-wondering if I’ve been struck with amnesia again or something. You’d think I’d remember my friend’s eighteen-year-old son, but apparently not ... hoo boy.)
“Um ... right. Of course you are. I mean, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and ...” He sighs. “Look, can you answer me honestly? This ... this isn’t some really, really, REALLY bad joke, is it?”
“….”
She sighed through her nose. No, Maria. Murder is against the law.
“Yes, it is. I’m not asking you to walk me down the aisle. I just wanted to let you know because he’s considering taking your name. I didn’t want you to check the family records and be surprised when you see a new name there. I know your heart probably can’t take it anymore.”
“And what is that meant to insinuate, Maria?”
“That you somehow derived your weaknesses from me? I think not. And I will certainly not allow some wastrel to bear the proud von Karma name. I forbid you from wedding him! Do I make myself clear?”
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✦ —— truth be told, the case had been taking a toll on her. finding naruhodo had been the one saving grace of the past twenty four hours, but that finding a defense attorney did not mean that she had to put in any less effort in hiding the eye bags underneath makeup.
❝ trade secret, ❞ she coos. ❝ who would pay money to see a gloom and doomstruck girl ? ❞ she supposes the lawyer has not seen her truly be happy. relieved, yes, but that’s not quite the same. the temptation for her countenance to dip into a frown is too real especially at the mention of the rumours, but she keeps herself composed.
he’s promising to try his best– no, even more than that. he’s declaring that ares will get to avoid the almost certain fate of a ’guilty’ verdict. he deserves her smile the most right now and the fullest support she can give.
❝ thank you, mister naruhodo ! alright, i’ll come clean. ares works as a coworker with the victim. his whole company are regulars at the burlesque club i work at. the two’s boss, sir bramsel, is fond of me and has been keeping his eye on me hoping i’ll let him pay for some ‘ special services ’ but ares keeps me safe, you see. i don’t know much of what happened while i was backstage, but the second i got off work, ares came for me a little moodier than usual and took me on a date. we were on that date the whole evening before… well, you know what happened– next morning, we see the police busting in my apartment asking for a murderer ! ❞
Special services, huh? Naruhodo made note to mention as much to the witness, one Sir Bramsel. He’d caught a momentary glimpse of the club owner as he’d trekked into the station. That man was being interviewed by an officer of some sort, and he hadn’t sounded exactly kindly in his opinion of Ares, the accused. That one would certainly prove troublesome.
He considers the rest of her words slowly and deliberately. She’d noted that her friend had seemed a tad more dour than usual, but that could’ve been for any number of things. Maybe he’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed that day? Regardless, something strange did stand out about Ares’s behavior prior to his arrest. It would be prudent to point that out.
"So, based on what you’re telling me, this whole thing took you by surprise, huh?”
“It almost sounds like it took your friend by surprise, too! Think about it, Miss! If he was the real murderer, what would be the first thing he’d do? If I were an actual killer, I think I’d run out of town -- and with as few people knowing as possible! The fact that he took you on a date of all things ... well, maybe we could use that somehow? A jury would agree that he certainly didn’t act like a murderer.”
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│⚙️│ “I will forever hold faith in the legal system, because despite its flaws, such a thing can always be fixed and brought back to deliver justice as we always do. Though my understanding of the scope and depth of such a system might be different…”
“I respect your determination to prove your client’s innocence, despite all the proof that is against them. We may be on opposite sides of the courtroom, but there is only one truth. And through evidence, I hope we can come to a conclusion together.”
“That does not mean I will not attempt to prove your client is guilty, however. The evidence points straight to their involvement in this crime.”
Kristoph chides him with a simple laugh. It wasn’t anything notably condescending -- just a drawl expressed in a small chuckle, used in the manner of a “tsk, tsk”. This prosecutor spouted the same idealistic nonsense as his little brother. The law was absolute. Really, what would it take for these naive attorneys to realize as much?
“Ah, yes. Evidence is everything, is it not?”
“I suppose that I’ll have to undermine your findings, then. From what I’ve garnered from your detectives, the evidence against my client is markedly incriminating. Working together, you say? That’s a thinly-veiled gloat if I’ve ever heard one. I didn’t think robots had a sense of humor, and quite a dastardly one at that.”