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[Proving I am alive by sharing some Sebby and Franny thoughts.]

[I love the parallels and the existing interactions in the game between these two.

However, I think Franziska would be a good mentor for Sebastian under very specific circumstances. Those very specific circumstances revolve somewhat around Fran's love for her whip.

I understand why she uses it so much. And if I could get away with it in real life, I would have done the same thing for the same reasons. But I don't think Seb is someone who would benefit from her using it on him.]

[That being said, I would love to see these two interact more in general. I think they could share some fun talks on various personal topics.]

[That is all. Until we meet again! Hopefully when I write an actual reply.]

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Ema's outstretched hand fell to her, but she felt no insult. She was in the presence of Miss Nakamura after all! All of the forensic department was like a hall of celebrities to Ema, stars in her eyes blinding her to any concerns.

For the same reason Ema felt a bashful giggle raise in her throat at the mention of her test results. She couldn't believe Miss Nakamura thought so highly of her! And after she had failed so many times...

It wasn't the time to dwell on that, however. Her supervisor had a job for and she would be happy...?

Ema took the bin she was offered. She stared at it. Stars fell from the skies of her eyes and into the bin, quickly replaced with confusion. What the hell was that?

"Oh —!" She looked back up at the Forensic Nakamura, trying to keep all her thoughts inside her brain. She couldn't let her stupid mouth ruin this! Whatever this was! "Uh, sure! Paperwork! Easy! But, uh... Can't say I've ever had it handed to me this... beautifully!"

[kamipyre]

investigator skye. ➜ A NEW RECRUIT, WHILE A WELCOMED DISRUPTION, IS NOT ONE NAKAMURA CONSIDERS A REASON TO DISRUPT THE USUAL WORKFLOW. If anything, it's a reason to maintain the environment as per usual- the best way to learn is by osmosis, is it not? Nakamura nods, expression still even, unchanging as ever. 

"This is the paperwork you'll be doing on a daily basis." Content and form, she means. She then places another form, these ones in the shape of sakura blossoms, on the top of the bin. "These are the ones I completed. Your paperwork should look similar to mine. Case load each month for you will be about forty of these. Sixty once you get up to speed." She then motions Skye to follow her. "Come with me- your desk will be down the hall. The other recruits are out right now, but you'll meet them sooner or later." She watches Skye, out of the corner of her eye. "Assuming you don't already know them. I'm surprised you wanted to switch paths- we're usually the ones doing the grunt work."

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Ema watched the paper cherry flowers land in her bin. She quickly abandoned her attempts to hide her horror as Forensic Nakamura continued to speak. Wide-eyed, she looked up at her superior. She couldn't have meant that Ema had to also fold her finished work the same way... could she?!

For the fear of sounding stupid, Ema left the question unasked and followed Miss Nakamura silent and obedient.

'This is still better than being a police officer', she reminded herself, trying to focus on the bright future instead of the annoying past.

However, the thought echoed with her supervisor's words about the path switching.

"Ugh." For the first time in the presence of Forensic Nakamura, Ema frowned. She even rolled her eyes. "I never even wanted to become a detective, but it was the closest thing to here while I worked on my test results. I'll do anything to avoid going back. Forensic science is my calling, not..." She sighed. You weren't supposed to speak badly of your previous place of work. "So, um." Ema straightened her posture and looked Miss Nakamura in the eyes, determined. "I'm ready to for anything and everything! I'll make sure to make you proud!"

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Sebastian accepted the handkerchief. He never really cared to hold back crying before and he didn't care to start now. So, soon the offering was as damp with his tears as his sleeves.

"I-I know! But..." He sighed. "It's just one thing after another... as always... I'm starting to think I'm the common determinator. The victim probably hates that I'm the one prosecuting for her."

And the prosecutor had thought that today was the day. After the absolute disaster of investigation where they had to enlist help from this detective, they finally had it! Sebastian just had to finish the culprit off in court!

And yet...

He blew his runny nose into the handkerchief.

[sinsolucion]

      long before its sacrifice, he knew there was no collecting that cloth. he'd bought it before trial, anyhow — it had served intended purpose. for a moment, the sergeant stands strangely still, staring down sobs and tears with utmost neutrality. beneath unblinking blue eyes reflected a wall that, in time, eroded into something softer, accompanied by an uplifting smile.  ❝ why would she hate you for bringing truth to light? it's the best send - off we can give to the dearly departed. ❞  

❝ c'mon, ❞   declares he, a booming voice dwindling with distance as the body motions to recline in a chair comically too small for his hulking frame. well. he already made his bed.   ❝ make use of this recess. is there anything you want to go over before you head back in? ❞  

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Detective Serrano received a look that most people reserved for Sebastian himself and not the other way around. The prosecutor felt like the detective was missing the point with his optimism. Sebastian didn't have the time to mention that, however. He could enjoy a pity-party once the trial was actually over.

So, he sighed a sigh that was way too deep for someone his age and focused on the detective's question.

"W-well..." He swallowed the lump in his throat, tears disappearing as quickly as they came. His nerves now going to his hands, folding and refolding the wet handkerchief. "I guess... The pen marks. The defense keeps going back to the pen marks like them being there and us not having the pen makes our case completely baseless. And I know we had something about the pen. But all I found my notes is the word "pen" with a question mark next to it." The handkerchief in Sebastian hands was being stretched in frustration. "And I don't remember anything about it. And I feel like I should."

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❛❛ You keep acting like a doormat, people will continue to walk all over you. You're inviting them to. That’s human nature. ❜❜ / @lupinoire, for sebby!

Sebastian believed he would never get used to the weight of Detective Barlowe's gaze on him. Even now, he felt it before he heard the reason for it. The dynamic stressed him with uncomfortable familiarity.

"I..."

I don't know what you mean. Those were the words that got stuck in Sebastian's throat. Not for the first time, they seemed unsafe to say.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Sebastian whined defensively instead, "I'm acting like normal! A-and nobody's walking over me... I think..."

[sinsolucion]

      ❝ you owe it to the victim to keep going until it's all said and done, ❞   the supervising detective's gentle chiding accompanies a small smile and a half - lidded, sympathetic gaze. most importantly, it also escorted an offered handkerchief into sebastian's palms for stray tears.   ❝ and without a verdict, it's not. not yet. ❞  

                                                    ﹙ @legalbrats ⎯⎯ ✎ ﹚

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Sebastian accepted the handkerchief. He never really cared to hold back crying before and he didn't care to start now. So, soon the offering was as damp with his tears as his sleeves.

"I-I know! But..." He sighed. "It's just one thing after another... as always... I'm starting to think I'm the common determinator. The victim probably hates that I'm the one prosecuting for her."

And the prosecutor had thought that today was the day. After the absolute disaster of investigation where they had to enlist help from this detective, they finally had it! Sebastian just had to finish the culprit off in court!

And yet...

He blew his runny nose into the handkerchief.

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"I know it's probably no' the kinda fare yer used to 'avin'." Gina sat down on one of the courthouse benches next to Seb, two styrofoam containers followed by a couple bottles of cold water. "I can't exactly afford the fancy feasts you prosecutors enjoy, plus this was a fav'rite of my mentor's back in the UK."

Opening one of the foam containers contained a pile of thick cut fries and a huge piece of battered fish, she'd hand it to the prosecutor along with a plastic knife and fork. She opened the second one for herself, revealing the same kind of food. "Well, dig in."

Sebastian watched curiously as Gina took a seat beside him. He tilted his head, not unlike Toby would when somebody tried to explain anything to the dog. Perhaps, if the prosecutor had a tail, he would also wag it the same way when presented with food.

"Wait, it's for me?!" He asked, looking genuinely surprised, despite it having already been confirmed in multiple ways. A big smile bloomed on his face. "Thank you! It smells delicious!"

"And don't even worry about the fancy stuff. I'm just trying to look fancy, 'cause everyone else does," he confessed, trying to cut himself a piece of the fish, "Sort of. But fancy food is just..." He paused to make disgusted 'Bleugh' sound. "You pay so much and get so little and it doesn't even taste good."

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Detective Barlowe's response made Sebastian's stance waver. The the boy twitched, blinking away the tears and afterimages of fire burning against bright red leather and its light reflecting in goggles. He hoped the detective wasn't a smoker.

However, the baton completely lowered only at the mention of the case's importance, of the pressure Sebastian felt to do his job and to do it right. The feeling had always been there, weighing on his shoulders. But Sebastian had only recently found out just how heavy it was. And now he had to carry it by himself. On his hunched shoulders, in his trembling hands, with only his baton for comfort.

He didn't want to think about it. He probably should.

Still, he took the opportunity to distract himself with Barlowe's explanations. After all, he needed to pay attention to solve this case. He could ponder those feelings later.

"Oooh, that's what it is..." The tears disappeared as quickly as they came and Sebastian nodded in understanding.

A short pause.

"I..." He hesitated. There was nothing in his brain. Nothing specific. Usually, he would have no problem admitting it. But with this detective... He braced himself. "I don't know... yet... It's just... It looks so bad, right? It's so trashed and it's an old thing. Old things should be expensive and sturdy. Because they are "built last" or something like that."

[lupinoire]

     𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇. He should offer comfort, guidance. For the sake of this case and his image. Yet he bristles at the very thought. The sight of the boy’s teary eyes sets his blood aflame. Annoyance rakes across his skin like heat during a fever. Nauseating. That weakness should’ve been culled. Blaise Debeste couldn’t even be bothered to do the bare minimum. His own father had shown him that mercy, to prepare him for the grim realities of this world.

     Expression neutral, toeing the line of expectant, he listens to the explanation with half-hearted interest. Those are the ramblings of one too inexperienced to nurture budding thoughts into a worthwhile insight. Too bad. His intuition isn’t completely off track, but Raymond will lure it astray. His messy thoughts will be arranged to align with his vision.   ❛❛ Again, how’s this relevant? ❜❜   His disapproving tone makes it clear as day he’s not seeking an actual answer.   ❛❛ Eventually even old things break. Built to last or not. You're missing the forest for the trees. Let me help you. ❜❜

     He returns the vinyl player to its previous place, then steps behind the boy, placing his hands on his shoulders to steer him backwards, to the entrance of the living room. Distance grants a better vantage point, a new perspective.   ❛❛ When we examine a crime scene, we don’t dive straight into the details. We look at the bigger picture first. ❜❜   Now that he’s spared the sight of Sebastian's irksome face, his tone eases into one much gentler, helpful, knowledgeable. One that’s familiar to the ears of his colleagues.   ❛❛ Look around. What do you see? What do you think happened here? ❜❜

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Sebastian tried to grasp at the meaning behind Detective Barlowe's words, but it was hard to move past his tone. The correct version of the phrase and the new saying lost the fight for space in Sebastian's head. Instead, it was filled with echos of disappointment.

The young prosecutor's shoulders tensed up at the detective's hands falling on them. Sebastian's heart pounded in his ears. He was too scared to do anything but let Barlowe lead where he wanted him to be.

It was stupid of him, Sebastian knew. He shouldn't be scared of the detective. Or of him putting his hands on him. He shouldn't feel like a rabbit between a wolf's teeth. He didn't want to think about this either. He probably should. Later.

"Uhm," he tried to process what the detective asked of him. Then he tried to figure out what he was supposed to say. It probably took him longer than Barlowe wanted. "Um. I see a complete mess of a crime scene? It's like a tornado went through here... My room once looked like this when I lost my keys." Which Blaise later found after they came back from whever they were going that day... "Oh, maybe the victim also lost something!"

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Which rare human emotion are you?

Nikhedonia

The feeling of excitement or elation that comes from anticipating success. You place your bets and wait to see what life will give you - and more often than not you have felt your success coming. Enjoy this, but remember that not every hand will work out for you, and that is okay. Failure is not such a terrible thing - and your life will be richer when you can move past the fear of it.

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tagging: @sinsolucion, @theothervonkarmagirl (Maria), @kodapi and you, however you came across this post

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𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

cassandra

you are cassandra from the trojan women by euripides and agamemnon by aeschylus. people have tried to silence you one too many times, but you are resilient. your own dignity and agency have always come first, but at a great cost. you know yourself and your inner strength, but that won't ever stop you from feeling completely alone in the world. sometimes simply enduring the pain won't be enough, no matter how hard you want it to be. above all, you must never lose your unwavering hope in mankind, even as the world forsakes you. it is what keeps you human.

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tagging: @moonlessnight125 [pick any one you'd like!]; @theothervonkarmagirl [both!]; @oredca [i'd like to get to know your character better ;)], and YOU random citizen!

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@kamipyre's got a new subordinate!

Ema was on her way to the forensic department. It was a familiar route. One she had known since she was a teenager. One she had walked a million times for her job as a detective. But, for the first time, the path was leading her to her dream becoming reality. For the first time in years, Ema had a skip to her step and a giant smile on her face. She even warmly greeted the faces that she would have loathed to see just last week.

What finally getting the dream job did to a woman...

She giggled to herself at the thought, scaring yet another person she happened to pass. People had been avoiding this oddity. Some whispered to the other that Ema must have finally lost her mind.

Maybe she had. Maybe it was all a hallucination, too good to be true. 

But as she pushed the door open, the cold metal on her warm skin, she had no doubt. It was real. She was finally living the dream.

She took a moment to really breathe it in. To enjoy it. To linger in the feeling of belonging.

She felt like a movie princess. She wanted to sing.

She sighed. And marched forward in search of the person destined to be her supervisor from now on.

Oh lord, no more stupid ‘macho’ police officers to look out for. No more stupid glimmerous prosecutors to pull on the leash connected to her badge.

“Good morning!” she greeted a little too loudly when she saw the scar dressed person the HR had described to her. She even saluted out of habit. “I’m Ema Skye! I’m sure you’ve seen me around whenever I’ve come for the forensic results as a detective. But today I’m transferring to your department! Pleased to finally work with you!” She offered a handshake with the same hand she had saluted.

[kamipyre]

new recruit. ➜ A NEW RECRUIT ALWAYS COMES WITH A COMBINATION GREAT ANTICIPATION AND GREAT SYMPATHY. Whether Skye is aware of it or not, to be inducted into the LAPD Forensics Department also means subjecting one’s self to a…regiment of sorts. Torture of unique kind, some might say, but Nakamura prefers to think of it as training. If her juniors can get through initiation, they’ll be able to handle the anything this field throws at them. Especially the worst of cases.

Nakamura turns away from the window just as the door opens. 

“Miss Skye,” She says finally and nods; it’s her version of a greeting. “I’ve heard about you- welcome to the forensics department.”  That’s most of a welcome Miss Skye is going to get. Yes, Suki’s read the files about her, how her sister was once the Chief Prosecutor, only to be found guilty of evidence tampering and not to mention being an accomplice to a murder. 

However, that’s also all in the past. Nakamura isn’t one to dwell on memories and nostalgia anyways. “I’m afraid we don’t have time for an orientation. That’s what your exams were for. Since you scored well, you should be able to catch on quick. They taught you how to fill out casework, correct?” From behind her desk, she hands Skye a bin filled with origami cranes- her paperwork, folded, of course. “Here’s your paperwork; have it done by the end of the tomorrow. I’ll show you to your desk now.”

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Ema's outstretched hand fell to her, but she felt no insult. She was in the presence of Miss Nakamura after all! All of the forensic department was like a hall of celebrities to Ema, stars in her eyes blinding her to any concerns.

For the same reason Ema felt a bashful giggle raise in her throat at the mention of her test results. She couldn't believe Miss Nakamura thought so highly of her! And after she had failed so many times...

It wasn't the time to dwell on that, however. Her supervisor had a job for and she would be happy...?

Ema took the bin she was offered. She stared at it. Stars fell from the skies of her eyes and into the bin, quickly replaced with confusion. What the hell was that?

"Oh —!" She looked back up at the Forensic Nakamura, trying to keep all her thoughts inside her brain. She couldn't let her stupid mouth ruin this! Whatever this was! "Uh, sure! Paperwork! Easy! But, uh... Can't say I've ever had it handed to me this... beautifully!"

[returnedfromthepurge]

@legalbrats

Para tú~! Your design for an older Sebastian really inspired me!

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A soft whine escaped Sebastian as he rubbed the back of his head.

He was inspecting something on the floor. He was about to stand up and call for a forensic, but instead he hit his head on a cabinet’s door above him. The door closed on the hand of the police officer who had been checking the cabinet’s contents.

Both yelped in pain. Both jumped at Detective Barlowe’s voice. They shared glances, one teary-eyed and one concerned, wondering which one he was talking to. However, the detective continued and the officer sighed in relief and quickly retreated, leaving Sebastian to deal with the annoyed man by himself.

“I’m trying!” the prosecutor argued, feeling defensive. 

He appreciated people being direct with him, but this guy’s brand of bluntness… He could almost hear ‘idiot’ at the end there in a familiar tone. Memories lit anew by Detective Barlowe hadn’t had the chance to go cold in the first place. Heaps of papers concerning his father’s… everything… awaited Sebastian at his desk even now.  

Sebastian bent the baton in his hands and it creaked in warning.

“I didn’t exactly ask to be here…” he mumbled. Were they really that short-staffed that they couldn’t leave him alone for a moment to deal with things? Then he sniffled, sighed and pointed at Barlowe with his baton. “But since I’m here anyway! I’m trying! And! Um… I’m trying to figure out what’s here on the floor.”

[lupinoire]

     ❛❛ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑. ❜❜  It barely sounds like his own voice to his ears. Rather, a phrase plucked right from his father’s mouth. Detective Barlowe eyes his superior—a ridiculous circumstance, really—with the same detestation he regards his baton with. Out of place, breakable, useless. The boy’s agitated gestures indicate a lack of self-restraint. It contrasts the detective, who’s occupying the room with a statuesque presence, rigid, mission-minded, like a sentinel on night watch. Only he’s not carrying a musket, just his fists, equally as lethal. He catches his own gaze across the room, staring back at himself from inside a wall mirror, hard and judging, fit to smother someone under its weight. His father is never far, even when he’s not around.

     He looks away. Then wills his expression into one more benign, sanding it down until it’s smooth, free from the sharp angles of austerity.   ❛❛ Nevermind. You understand the importance of this case, yes? And why we can’t afford to make any mistakes? We owe it to Mr. Match. Our colleagues are counting on us. ❜❜   

     His gaze descends, scanning the floor for what piqued the boy's interest.   ❛❛ What, this? ❜❜   The tip of a polished Italian Oxford taps the parquet in front of the suspected item. He squats down to pick it up, met with vague recollection. Rising to his feet, he turns the object around in his hands as if he were invested in inspecting it.   ❛❛ It’s an old, portable vinyl player. ❜❜   Its casing is dented, the main body disfigured. The tonearm broken off.   ❛❛ I think it’s the same he used to bring to work. You could often hear music play from inside his office. ❜❜   Now it’s forever silenced, like the man himself.   ❛❛ It must’ve gotten knocked off the cabinet, ❜❜   a nod in its direction,   ❛❛ during the attack. Or when the killer ransacked this place. ❜❜   His head tilts, feigning curiosity.   ❛❛ Why are you interested in this specifically? Do you think it’s relevant? ❜❜

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Detective Barlowe's response made Sebastian's stance waver. The the boy twitched, blinking away the tears and afterimages of fire burning against bright red leather and its light reflecting in goggles. He hoped the detective wasn't a smoker.

However, the baton completely lowered only at the mention of the case's importance, of the pressure Sebastian felt to do his job and to do it right. The feeling had always been there, weighing on his shoulders. But Sebastian had only recently found out just how heavy it was. And now he had to carry it by himself. On his hunched shoulders, in his trembling hands, with only his baton for comfort.

He didn't want to think about it. He probably should.

Still, he took the opportunity to distract himself with Barlowe's explanations. After all, he needed to pay attention to solve this case. He could ponder those feelings later.

"Oooh, that's what it is..." The tears disappeared as quickly as they came and Sebastian nodded in understanding.

A short pause.

"I..." He hesitated. There was nothing in his brain. Nothing specific. Usually, he would have no problem admitting it. But with this detective... He braced himself. "I don't know... yet... It's just... It looks so bad, right? It's so trashed and it's an old thing. Old things should be expensive and sturdy. Because they are "built last" or something like that."

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repost, don’t reblog!

FULL NAME: Sebastian Debeste

OTHER NAMES: Eustace Winner (don't ask); Bestie; Sebby; Idiot...

AGE: 17-24

PRONOUNS: He/him

SEXUALITY: Demi-bi... but he never thought about it too much

ORIGIN: Born and raised in the magical land of Japanifornia

CURRENT LOCATION: Most likely Japanifornia... Unless?

NATIONALITY: Is Japanifornia a country?

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Ha-ha, ha-ha... one! (English)

RELIGION: Follows the word of the Goddess of law... Which is to say, he isn't particularly religious. An atheist, really.

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HEIGHT: 5'8''; 173 cm

BODY TYPE: Ectomorph, cannot gain muscle or fat to save his life. Very lean rectangle, not even a nice waist to show for being so slim.

TATTOOS: None! Someone take him to a tattoo shop.

PIERCINGS: Also none! Someone get his ears pierced.

SCARS: His hands are covered in burn marks. There are other several questionable marks on his body, but they aren't as visible. If someone were to cup his left cheek, they'd feel faint leftovers from the times he had repeatedly hit himself with his baton on accident.

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EDUCATIONAL BACKGROUND: Finished Themis Legal Academy as a prosecutor at the top of his class. Not that it means anything anymore.

SOCIAL MEDIA: Has an account on most social medias, but mainly uses one or two: to keep up with coworkers and friends.

DRUGS: Has never tried in his life.

ATHLETIC: Doesn't enjoy any sport in particular or exercises in general. But has very well-trained lungs. Will never run out of air doing anything.

HOBBIES: Enjoys piano and playing around with music programs. Likes starting collections despite rarely committing to them. A big fan of weird animal facts and loves "uncharismatic" animals in general; think like bugs and such.

VIRGIN: hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... no, he isn't.

FAVORITE DRINK: Hot chocolate/cocoa. Anything hot and sweet to enjoy while watching the rain.

FAVORITE FOOD: He doesn't have a specific dish he likes. He likes fast food and things like instant noodles; something that is easy to make and tasty. However, what he loves most of all is when someone puts in the effort to make him something. His loved ones' cooking is favorite food.

FAVORITE MUSIC: Has versatile music taste. Enjoys a little bit of everything. Though, he is most impressed by classic music, something that involves an entire orchestra to produce.

CLOTHING STYLE: He likes heavy, comfortable clothes the most. He is also a fan of clothes that already come as a set, no need to worry about styling at all! That being said, he can never get over the need to "look the part", whatever it means to him in the moment. Mostly the need to look somewhat neat even when getting comfortable.

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TAGGED BY: @stillresolved

TAGGING: @moonlessnight125 (For Moon?); @thedoctornumber11; @themxtleycrew (Ema + someone you are really dying to talk about :3); and YOU. Take this and run away with it

[lupinoire]

     ❛❛ 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋. ❜❜  His demand sits brusquely atop his tongue, as if it were some breed of reprimand. An inexperienced forensic investigator has its perks, a wet-eared prosecutor who likely only managed to graduate from Themis thanks to his Daddy’s money though? Not so much. He quietly exhales through his nose. Frustration sours his mood. It bleeds into his voice, turning it wholly chastising, apt for schooling a misbehaving child.   ❛❛ Let me be frank. People are on edge. First your father’s corruption scandal, and now this. Everyone’s running on fumes and I can’t say I’m happy you’ve been assigned to this case. ❜❜

› @legalbrats, plotted starter

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A soft whine escaped Sebastian as he rubbed the back of his head.

He was inspecting something on the floor. He was about to stand up and call for a forensic, but instead he hit his head on a cabinet’s door above him. The door closed on the hand of the police officer who had been checking the cabinet’s contents.

Both yelped in pain. Both jumped at Detective Barlowe’s voice. They shared glances, one teary-eyed and one concerned, wondering which one he was talking to. However, the detective continued and the officer sighed in relief and quickly retreated, leaving Sebastian to deal with the annoyed man by himself.

“I’m trying!” the prosecutor argued, feeling defensive. 

He appreciated people being direct with him, but this guy’s brand of bluntness… He could almost hear ‘idiot’ at the end there in a familiar tone. Memories lit anew by Detective Barlowe hadn’t had the chance to go cold in the first place. Heaps of papers concerning his father’s… everything… awaited Sebastian at his desk even now.  

Sebastian bent the baton in his hands and it creaked in warning.

“I didn’t exactly ask to be here…” he mumbled. Were they really that short-staffed that they couldn’t leave him alone for a moment to deal with things? Then he sniffled, sighed and pointed at Barlowe with his baton. “But since I’m here anyway! I’m trying! And! Um… I’m trying to figure out what’s here on the floor.”

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Sebastian

Emotions/Feelings:

confusion; arrogance; self-doubt; determination; ambition.

Scents:

shampoo for kids; the wet grass and ground after rain; faint motor oil; a bowl of sweets.

Fashion:

old school uniform and the like; silk gloves; comfortable, cozy, convenient clothes; heavy sweaters, jackets, coats, anything that weighs on his shoulders.

Objects:

conductor's baton, phone with a stylus attached, prosecutor's badge; handkerchief; bright red jacket.

Greetings:

An introduction that is just a bit louder than it should be; a careful tap on your shoulder or a tug of your sleeve; a friendly "Hey!" with a wave; a very confused "Hello?"; teary-eyed stare.

Body language:

wide stances and grand gestures accompanying bold statements; retracting into himself when in distress; tears accompanying any mildly strong emotion; always fiddling with things in his hands; often tense shoulders when people are in his space.

Aesthetics:

oil burning on water's surface; puppets hanging on their strings; lightning hitting a tree in a thunderstorm; gold-plated prizes and medals rusting on a dusty shelf; an dark empty room with an open window and a rope made of sheets leading from the royal-looking bed into the bright outside beyond the window.

Colors:

White (FFFFFF); Violet Blue (2E4CA7); Russet (844E15); Engineering Orange (D70000); Selective Yellow (FFB300),

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Take the bait, @edgelord-dl6

It was Klavier’s day off. Yet here he was, in the Prosecutor’s Office, in a room that didn’t belong to him.

The office that he occupied at the moment had almost nothing to do with him. His seat was way too practical. The wall behind him lacked his guitar collection. The desk in front him didn't resemble his speakers-turned-table in any way or shape. The room was far too tidy, even after a long time of no use. It was far too... perfect, some would say.

And yet. Klavier felt connected to this room. In a romantic sort of way. Both of them were abruptly abandoned by the same person.

The person who was supposed to come back today. The reason for why Klavier came to work on his weekend and sat in the empty room like a treat to lure a mouse into a cage. The target of his little trap.

Though, he made sure to leave giant glowing red signs warning of what was to come. A trail of breadcrumbs for one specific crow to pick on.

He didn’t ask for permission exactly. Rather, he informed everyone of his master plan. He sent the Chief Prosecutor a message stating that he would be in this office until its owner appeared before him. He told the security guard exactly why he needed the keys to the office of another prosecutor. He didn’t hide on his way there, greeting everyone as usual. He left the door open just a crack.

For one, he felt obligated to do so in order to avoid any more murderous incidents inside the Prosecutor's Office building.

As for two? Well, he had always been part showman. And all good shows needed build up.

And maybe he also wanted to give the person as many chances to turn and run away (again) as she needed. It would be disappointing if she ever took the chance, but Klavier was ready for that.

The familiar clicking of approaching heels filed in through the opened door.

The crescendo lit up his face with a grin. Truth be told, he mostly did it out of pettiness. However, the excitement of seeing her again was starting to overpower everything else he might have had on his mind.

The sound stopped abruptly.

He leaned on the desk with his elbow and propped his chin on his hand. His gaze was drawn to the door.

“Franziska von Karma,” he announced the arrival, giddy joy coating his words, “Willkommen zurück!”