them law girls

multi-muse ace attorney rp blog! please check out my muse list and my guidelines!

[iurispuellae]

ok i am not dead and i don’t want to be inactive but honestly idk what i’m doing here so give me a while to figure it out, feel free to send in asks that probably won’t start threads and i’m very sorry please be patient with me

[iurispuellae]

dragonwilled‌:

         to have her call him by his name… it was still something he couldn’t get used to, but he would not mention it. ❛ you may have anything you ask for, your benevolence. and you have made quite the good choice. ❜ considering that he was about to choose the same things… well, better to get them sooner. ❛ please, remain here- i shall go get everything for you. ❜ it would be best if she was the one that picked a spot inside the café .

rayfa felt a smile tug at her mouth as nahyuta moved towards the counter. rayfa scanned the room, looking for the best possible seat. a small table caught her eye, towards the window where sunlight filtered in. rayfa waited for nahyuta’s return patiently, trying to make sure her smile stayed small and professional.

[iurispuellae]

so yeah school is keeping me real busy i do have a three day weekend but don’t count on. much activity i’m really sorry i’ll do my best but between work and school i’ve been so busy

[rpmusings-galore]

                                                          W h a t ?    

                                 Did you think you were worth my while?

[iurispuellae]

gahhhhh my school starts tomorrow so it might be a while, i gotta get back into the rhythm of school so if i don’t respond to an rp for a few days that’s why and i’m v sorry!

[iurispuellae]

lutumsideras‌:

“Absolutely not,” Clay replied, his stomach turning just thinking about touching the frog. “I don’t like to get my hands dirty. Makes them… feel gross.” No other way to describe it, really. He just didn’t like wet textures on his hands, hadn’t since he was little. It relieved his parents of some stress though–at least he wasn’t known for making messes. 

Then all there was to do was go up towards Nahyuta’s room and set it loose. “So, you wanna escort me to our destination, Princess?” he asked, using an overly sweet tone that he knew would bug Rayfa.

Rayfa rolled her eyes, holding the frog securely in her hand. It blinked, not moving much in Rayfa’s grasp. “Follow me, Mr. Terran,” Rayfa said, her voice overly formal in retaliation. Rayfa glanced down at her hands, shuffling her clothes and hands until the frog was mostly hidden, although her hands were in sort of a weird and possibly conspicuous position. 

Rayfa, with Clay following behind, began making her way towards Nahyuta’s room. She took the shortest route, inclining her head to any guards or palace staff, most of whom let her pass, some of whom gave her an odd look. Rayfa hurried as fast as she could while still ‘walking’. “All right, here we are,” Rayfa said, standing to the side of the door. “Can you open it?” She asked, raising the frog in her hands slightly. “My hand are full.”

[iurispuellae]

dragonwilled‌:

         ❛ i have found that being in a quiet place usually makes thought process a bit easier- this café is usually not very crowded. ❜ and today wasn’t the exception, the usual customers were already in their usual places and they greeted nayuta with a friendly face. ❛ if you want anything, let me know and i’ll pay for it. ❜ 

“thank you very much, nayuta,” rayfa said. the atmosphere of the café was pleasant, not too busy or bustling, but not dead quiet and uncomfortable. soft conversations drifted through the air as rayfa considered the menu. “may i have a hot chocolate and... a croissant?” 

[iurispuellae]

modusoperbandis‌:

     “It’s…” he started, trailing off shortly as he read through the letter feverishly. “No, that’s… he would have told us, Mr. Wright would have told us, right?” he asked, turning to Trucy as if she had also seen the paper. “He wouldn’t have withheld this from us, we’re…”      But soon, the apprehension gave way to anger, and his brows furrowed together in contempt. “I can’t believe–What the hell was he thinking keeping this from us! He knows how hard it’s been for me, for you–” Bitterness welled up within him and tears brimmed his eyes out of frustration. Apollo had suffered alone for years and Phoenix still thought that keeping this paper from him for God knows how long was the right thing to do?

     “Trucy, we’re siblings, and Wright’s been keeping this letter from us for however many fucking years!” Courtesy jumped out the window as Apollo disregarded his carefulness not to curse around Trucy. “We’ve both been without a family for this long and he thought it was okay to just keep us in the dark like that?! To not only strip us of knowledge of our mom, but to pretend like we weren’t family either?!” He shoved the letter towards Trucy partially so she could read it herself, and partially to be able to clench his hands into fists. Memories of being shipped to America flashed in his head–he’d been circling around so many families for nearly the entirety of his life, and his birth family had been closer than he’d been told.

     “What?” Trucy’s voice was so soft it barely registered in her own ears. None of Apollo’s words were properly processing. He was shouting, and his Chords of Steel practice was showing. Ever since she had been adopted, Phoenix had been Trucy’s only family. The Wright Anything Agency had been her home, and the other members of it her dearest friends. The entire time... Apollo had been her brother?      Trucy took the letter from Apollo, whose hands curled into fists the moment he was no longer holding the fragile piece of paper that had just shattered her understanding of the world. Maybe that was hyperbole, but as Trucy read the letter, it didn’t feel like hyperbole. Why hadn’t Phoenix told her? Told them? Trucy looked back up at Apollo, who was seething.

     “Why didn’t he tell us?” Trucy asked, though Apollo wouldn’t have the answer. “He kept this from us. That we’re... siblings.” Trucy felt angry. That wasn’t too common for her, but she heard the crinkling of paper as her grip tightened and felt her breath speeding up. She set the letter down so as not to wrinkle it any further. Trucy remembered meeting Apollo. She remembered helping him on cases, and him helping her with her magic tricks. They had been siblings that whole time. She was angry, yes, but she felt a small happiness in her chest. She had a brother, and one she already loved and got to spend time with. But... this happiness had been taken from her until now. It was only thanks to Apollo’s accidental snooping that they even know. “When was he planning on telling us?” Trucy said, her voice colder to her ears than she’d ever heard it. “That was unfair.” She turned her gaze to the ground, hat obscuring her eyes that were clouded with emotion. “What do we do about this?”

[iurispuellae]

modusoperbandis‌:

Normally, cafes weren’t his go-to location when he needed to think. 

Then again, this wasn’t exactly a normal day. 

Simon was just about to head to the counter before he heard his own name called out from across the room. He recognized the voice instantly as one Athena Cykes, and he pushed down the bitterness that was oh-so instinctive when he was being called. 

“Athena,” he replied in greeting, letting himself fall into step beside her as she moved back to the table she’d previously been sitting at–the only reason he knew was the piles of crumpled napkins, all covered in frivolous doodles and drawings, a habit she’d picked up when she was little. 

His (supposedly) cold heart warmed at her enthusiasm as she chattered about the menu’s items. Though, when her voice dipped in energy, as it often did when she grew more solemn, he remembered her keen ability to hear emotions of people’s hearts. A wonderfully aggravating power when all Simon wanted to do was remain in privacy.

“I’m just fine,” he replied, his tone sharp. He didn’t need the pressure, whether it be inside court or out.

Widget’s screen turned darker as Simon’s sharp tone made Athena duck her head, a melancholy blue to match the voice of Athena’s heart. Asking if he was sure would definitely result in another blunt retort, and Athena didn’t want that. What she really wanted was for Simon to be happy, and her ears told her that wasn’t the case. 

Really, it would make less sense if Simon was happy, as sad as that was. Athena was sure that she wasn’t ‘happy’ right now either. Emotions buzzed under and around her skin, from others and herself, a multitude of different feelings. Happiness was one of those many emotions swirling around her, but Athena knew that the emotion in her throat and heart wasn’t ‘happy’.

“Simon,” Athena said, taking a deep breath in and doing her best to reign in her emotions. With a steady voice, she continued. “You’re not just fine. You went to prison! For years and years... for me.” Athena’s sentence ended as barely a whisper. “Don’t tell me that you’re fine,” she said, tone firm but gentle, and her voice strong once more. Her fingers fidgeted in her lap. “Please tell me how are really doing.” 

[iurispuellae]

lutumsideras‌:

“Yeah,” he said, his timid tone starting to revert back to the cold one he’d adopted earlier, “she’s his older sister. Simon actually used to come visit her a lot, for Metis Cykes, since he was a sort of apprentice as she taught him about psychology and all that. Aura’s a lot like him, so I dunno how cooperative she’ll be.” He loved Aura like his own sibling as well, with regards to how long he’d been at GYAXA. It stung to refer to her in such a professional way.

He made way for the elevators again, signalling for Ema to follow behind. “She’ll probably be in her lab. If we wanna talk to her, we have to find her first, naturally.” Clay only hoped that she was willing to talk to the both of them about it.

Ema took off their gloves and disposed of them before following Clay into the elevators. They took out their phone, checking different documents as Clay spoke. He made an excellent point about the Blackquill siblings and Aura’s likelihood of cooperation, but hopefully she saw the urgency and, if need be, legal ramifications of the situation.

“All right, let’s go,” Ema said, as Clay pushed the elevator buttons. The elevator doors eventually opened with a soft tone, and Ema stepped out. “Lead the way,” they said, turning to defer to Clay’s directions. 

[iurispuellae]

lutumsideras‌:

Clay breathed a sigh of relief. Bullet dodged. He jumped a little when the frog came onto the leaf so suddenly, but he dropped it once he saw Rayfa grab a hold of it. At least she looked happy–that warmed his heart. 

“Hey, good catch! Now, are you ready to let that thing loose in Nahyuta’s room or what?” he asked, a sly smirk crawling onto his face. Oh, this was going to be so good. 

“I just hope he’s not in there right now, or we’d have to abandon ship…” With all that hard work down the drain too.

“No, no need to worry about that, Clay. Nahyuta is currently busy working with Queen Amara,” Rayfa replied. That was partly why she had gone on this excursion with to begin with. Currently, there wasn’t many people she could really talk to or hang out with. 

Rayfa waited until the frog had calmed down and was mostly still in her grasp before looking up at Clay. “Are you sure you don’t want to pet it?” she asked, standing up straight. She was fairly certain the answer would be no, but it didn’t hurt to ask. The frog in Rayfa’s hands blinked up at her, and her smile widened.

[iurispuellae]

modusoperbandis‌:

                                                                  @iurispuellae ♦♦ Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ

     Snooping around Mr. Wright’s office wasn’t exactly a pastime of Apollo’s. 

     Now, that sounded more sinister than it was. It wasn’t as if he wanted to be shuffling around the office’s drawers. And it certainly wasn’t as if he were doing it without permission.       Mr. Wright was in the middle of one of his trials; a longer case with an uncertain outcome–though it was unlikely he’d lose, seeing as Mr. Wright always found some way to turn the case on its head. The problem at hand, though, was that he was supposed to take his daughter to school.       The bigger problem there was that Apollo hadn’t driven since the day he’d gotten his license. 

     Now he was searching every corner of the Wright Anything Agency in order to find the keys Mr. Wright had practically hidden. He couldn’t remember the last time Mr. Wright had driven either, which was why he was surprised to hear that he’d even had a pair of keys. To what car? Apollo never saw a car in the area when he came into the office most mornings.

     Frustration starting to build, he starting searching through the drawers of Mr. Wright’s desk, hoping to see some glint of metal as he pushed past piles of papers–some of which didn’t even seem the least bit like law paperwork. Bills, old files, legal paperwork for Trucy’s adoption ( should that even be in here?! ), personal letters. He skimmed the envelopes passively as he looked for the hidden keys.       Until, of course, he caught sight of something with his own name upon it.

      It was a bright white envelope penned in near-perfect cursive, addressed to not only Apollo, but Trucy as well. Its return address only had a name: Thalassa Gramarye.

     The first question to come to mind was “Is there another Gramarye I was unaware of?” Thinking back to Trucy and her obsession with the Gramarye Troupe, he thought perhaps it was a member he didn’t pay enough attention to; he was never very attentive when it came to magic, preferring to stay grounded in the real world. Besides, that whole group just gave him the worst vibe.       The second question Apollo came up with was “Why did we never see this letter?” Mr. Wright didn’t seem like the type to withhold information from them, yet here was a clear contradiction. The letter was already ripped open at the top, meaning someone had already seen the contents and consciously decided not to show either Apollo or Trucy.

     Speak of the devil, however, because Trucy appeared in the door of the hallway, as bouncy as ever.       “Hey Trucy,” he said, his voice still clouded with confusion and a hint of anger as he pieced the puzzle together, “I still haven’t found the keys, but I found something… more interesting.” 

     “Hm? What is it?” Trucy said, walking over to Apollo. This wasn’t the first time someone else had had to take her to school, but this was the first time someone had needed to use Phoenix’s car to do it. To be honest, Trucy herself had no idea where Phoenix’s keys might be. However, whatever Apollo found was probably more interesting. Trucy leaned in, “Is that a letter? Are you reading through Daddy’s mail?”      Trucy crossed her arms, straightening again. “Why are you reading a letter sent to-” Trucy’s eyes caught on the envelope, clearly addressed to both Apollo and Trucy. She’d never seen the letter before, and the envelop was ripped. Her dad must have opened it before Apollo got to it. Conflicting emotions twisted in her chest, and several different thoughts battled for her attention. Phoenix had opened a letter addressed to her and then never told her about it.

     “What does it say?” Trucy asked, leaning in again as she watched Apollo’s eyes furiously scan the page he was holding. Trucy finished reading the envelope and her eyes widened. “It’s from Thalassa?” Trucy’s eyebrows knitted, and she lost her usual bubbly air. “What does it say?” she repeated, a note of urgency in her voice. 

[iurispuellae]

starter for @modusoperbandis !

“Oh! Simon!” Athena waved as she noticed the prosecutor enter the small cafe. She stood, meeting him halfway between the door and the table she had chosen, a small one by the window. “Hi! How are you?” she asked, as she walked with him back to the table. Widget had turned a bright green the second she had noticed Simon, and a smile shone on her face.

“I haven’t ordered yet, but I’ve been looking at the menu and they have chocolate croissants here!” Athena babbled, glancing over at the menu. She looked back up at Simon, her expression shifting in the barest movement of her lips and eyebrows. Widget however, turned to a sky blue, moving from happiness to sorrow. 

Athena bit her lip and bit back the urge to ask ‘Are you okay?’ and instead repeated her earlier question. “How are you?” She stopped her rambling, wanting to actually give Simon a chance to answer her this time. 

[iurispuellae]

lutumsideras‌:

Clay nodded numbly, wiping away the rest of the tears from his cheeks and stifling any further hiccuping. “I… I can do that.” He got up, his hands shaking as he stuffed the borrowed handkerchief into his pocket–he’d clean and return it at a later date.  

Talking to the others was a little more difficult than he thought; they constantly reaffirmed that he was okay, that he didn’t need a breather, et cetera. He would have snapped back if he didn’t already hit the lowest point by having a breakdown in front of a crowd of officers. But little by little, Clay gathered information that had been investigated prior.

“Hey, Ema? They say there’s not much… but Aura, my coworker, did see someone.”

Ema finished their preliminary examination of the body, and one of the officers came over to cover him with a white cloth, signaling to the medical examiner, when one arrived, that the body was ready to be taken away. Ema wondered if they’d ever see Apollo again. As they stood, Clay approached, and relayed the information he had gathered from the officers.

“Aura... Blackquill?” Ema remembered something about her in the employee listings they had reviewed. She’d stuck out to them because of the familiar last name. “Is she related to Prosecutor Blackquill?” Ema asked. And the more important question, “Can we talk to her?”

[iurispuellae]

lutumsideras‌:

As Rayfa’s face brightened, Clay’s paled; he absolutely did not think this through. “…I have to catch it?” he asked, shivers going down his spine just at the thought of something slimy touching his hands, much less a live slimy thing. “Are you sure I can’t just like, do something else? M-Maybe I could hold the leaf,” he said, his voice teetering on begging.

Rayfa thought about it, angling her body so she could keep the leaf steady. “Okay, take the leaf but be careful not to shake it!” Rayfa edged her fingers around the leaf so that Clay had a place to hold on to, and kept her eyes on the frog target. She didn’t seem to notice Clay’s panic; she was entirely focused on the task at hand. Rayfa let go of the leaf as Clay took it, and she leaned forward even more as the frog hopped closer and closer. 

Finally, the frog hops onto the leaf, and Rayfa’s arm dated out to grab it. “Got it!” She yelled happily, quickly drawing both of her arms to her chest and cupping the frog in her hands. “Well hello there,” Rayfa said softly, smiling down at the frog. 

[iurispuellae]

🔆🔡🆗 ; Princess Rayfa Padma Khura'in

🔆- How often would they use Discord? 

She would have to be told about it by someone, but after making one, she’d use it pretty often. She’d try to be friends with anyone she could that she knew. 

🔡- What’s their Discord Name(s)? 

Her discord name would be Priestess Rayfa. After a year or two though she’d probably change it to #1 frog gf.

🆗- Would they RP on Discord?

No, probably not. 

[rp-meme-glaceon]

What’s Your Muse like in a Discord Server?

🔡- What’s their Discord Name(s)?

📳- Do they run their own server or simply participate in other people’s servers?

🔢- How many servers are they in?

👁‍🗨- Could they moderate in any servers?

🔆- How often would they use Discord?

👯- How many people have they added as friends? How many have they had to block?

💢- Would they get involved in server drama? How often?

🖌- Would they contribute art or writing to their servers or are they there to meme?

🆗- Would they RP on Discord?

❌- Could they ever get kicked or banned from a server? What for?

〽️- Do they prefer small servers or bigger ones?