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The Fool
The Fool: Tell an embarrassing story.
“Does it have to be about me?” The brunette raises an eyebrow, popping another snackoo into her mouth. It’s a rhetorical question, of course – she’s probably just going to (loudly) munch away until she’s left alone.
There was that one time in high school chemistry she spilled silver nitrate all over her hand, right before touching her face. Ema’s fairly sure she’s destroyed all evidence of the incident, though, and she’s never going to speak of the week-long embarrassment again.
Try to annoy my character in 10 words or less!
The Sun
The Sun: Describe a childhood memory.
Ema’s expression becomes hard. “No.” The woman’s stare is unyielding. “Move along, before I spray you with acid.” The woman’s hand moves toward her bag, as if daring them to ask her again.
Her childhood memories are happy ones, of course – of picnics and family dinners, where investigation and law were common table topics; of her twelfth birthday, and her first bottle of fingerprint powder – but the woman prefers to not dwell on her past. Ema can’t go back, can’t take back what’s gone, even if she wants to.
She’s not the same person she was back then, anyway.
Tarot
The Fool: Tell an embarrassing story. The Magician: Do you have a special talent? The High Priestess: Are you good at keeping secrets? The Empress: What do you desire most? The Emperor: Do you have any family traditions? The Hierophant: What is/was your favourite school subject? The Lovers: What qualities would your ideal partner have? The Chariot: Have you ever had to fight for something? Strength: What gives you strength? The Hermit: Could you cope with living alone? Wheel of Fortune: If you won a million pounds, what would you do with it? Justice: If you could be a super hero (or villain) what would you call yourself and what powers would you have? The Hanged Man: Would you sacrifice your own life to save someone else’s? Death: If you were able to reincarnate, what would your next life be? Temperance: Do you have good self control? The Devil: What do you think your worst quality is? The Tower: Describe your dream home. The Star: What inspires you? The Moon: Describe a dream (or nightmare) you’ve had recently. The Sun: Describe a childhood memory. Judgement: Have you ever done something that you were really ashamed of? The World: What country would you most like to visit?
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Kenshin would never dream of taking the offer back… well, unless she proved to be unworthy of the position. But again, he doubted she was unworthy if she was so passionate about it. “As do I, Miss Skye. And don’t worry, you’ll have your own office–… Hmm?”
Kenshin’s smile grew a bit at her compliment, giggling genuinely as the girl tossed the snack food at his forehead, reaching up to rub it. “Ah, true. I find myself a very fortunate person from time to time… I’m simply glad I’m in your good favor. The museum could really use your help.”
At any rate, now there was a the question of her position… If she was interested in forensics she could be of great use around the fossils and the more biological artifacts. And it wasn’t as if there were a great many paleontologists or Egyptologists around- at least, none he’d found. Then there were the artifacts gathered on the island itself that could stand to be examined… there was still so little even the longtime inhabitants knew about the place.
“Well then, if forensics is your field… you’d be able to help analyze for anything we may have missed…” His smile faded, but his voice remained calm and, frankly, soothing. “So the question is- what would you prefer to work with, Ema? Fossils, artifacts from around the world, or maybe some of the things we managed to recover from the old ruins… They could all stand to be analyzed for evidence of what happened to them years ago.”
He had her full attention, now -- that she had even paused in her snack-chewing, even briefly, attested to how enticing his words were. Past grievances forgotten for the moment, Ema merely nodded as he spoke, running through the various possibilities in her head.
“I’ll admit, fossils aren’t my thing; I never had much use for paleontology in the past, but ...” Her eyebrows come together in a slight frown as she thinks for another moment, before she adds, “I’m certainly interested in the objects you’ve found in the ruins.”
So, with that out of the way -- “When can I start?” Ema grins. “Science waits for no one, after all.”
target face / apollo
sometimes apollo wondered if snackoos were the only thing ema sustained herself on. it was a silly thing to think, but they were the only thing he had ever seen her eat. maybe she was one of those types that didn’t like to eat potentially messy food in front of others? no, that wasn’t something she would worry about… ema skye continued to be an enigma to him.
apollo was used to his methods as a defense attorney being frowned on. he didn’t exactly go around running his mouth but didn’t try especially hard to make a secret of them either. he knew ema didn’t exactly approve even though she had helped maintain his spotless record, but thankfully seemed willing to overlook it for the sake of their friendship.
he was tempted to boast that he had contributed to her popularity but caught himself. between her pride and conscience it was probably one of the last things she wanted to hear. “glad to hear your talents aren’t going to waste.” he said instead which wasn’t much of an improvement. best to go with the lesser of two evils.
he had never been the best at picking up on social cues but one would have to be a complete idiot to not pick up on the fact that ema was attempting to distract him from the current topic. he was wise enough to know to go along with it, allowing her to lead him to a seat.
“i guess i’ll give that a try then, with a coffee… unless it’s some kind of trap.” he gave a nervous laugh. he wouldn’t put it past her; it wouldn’t be the first time ema had enjoyed a joke at his expense, harmless as they were. “got a break coming up? you’re welcome to join me if you want.” the idea of eating alone didn’t appeal to him much, even if his hair might be collapsed from the weight of snackoos by the time he left.
The woman was caught between wanting to flick Apollo’s shiny forehead or ruffle his hair -- while his suspicions weren’t entirely unfounded, who did he think she was? (Ema would never have been that obvious. Honestly.) Instead, she simply smirked at him. “You’ll just have to find out. Put those lawyer-y deductive skills of yours to work.”
“As for my break ...” The woman glanced at the clock. “I suppose I’ll join you. I’ll be back in a few.” She grabbed the notepad from her apron and scribbled down his order as she walked away, delivering it to the kitchen.
It would have been a few minutes for his order to be ready, so the woman took that time to check out for her break -- so when she walked back to Apollo’s table, there was an extra slice of cake for herself. Ema slid him his coffee and cake before poking at her own with a fork. “Anything interesting happen lately?”
Ema shot him an amused glance. “Anyone interesting?”
Of course, should she have hit him, he wouldn’t have blamed her. But any idea that she might end up self-defending herself from any perceived creepiness faded as he noticed how she reacted. Clearly, he was right on the money about her. He’d keep that in mind- actually approach people he had a hunch about.
He chuckled a bit as she agreed, nodding his head at her. “I can’t say I know which field you’re in, but among its scientific offerings, the museum currently primarily exhibits biological attractions. Insects, fish, fossils, taxidermied animals… Though, outside of the natural history wing, of course we do have some Egyptian mummies, if forensics is something you’re interested in.” Another hunch. Hopefully he’d be right about that too.
“At any rate if you’re interested in employment, we can discuss which role you’d like to fill. Of course there’s maintaining the exhibits, researching the non-live exhibits taken out of circulation for refurbishment, offering tours to visitors, among others. Frankly we’re understaffed, so any service you’d like to offer I’d be more than happy to hire and compensate you for.” Normally Kenshin would check if a person was qualified- but again, hunches pointed towards her being a decent scientist if she so reacted eagerly. And he could definitely use someone familiar with the sciences- he was much more an artist.
“So, pre-emptively to working out the fine details…” Kenshin raised his brow, holding out his hand again with a gentle smile.
“Have we a deal?”
Ema tried her best to keep her composure -- really, she did -- but there was only so much temptation she could handle before cracking. It took everything she had just to remain quiet as he spoke, even as her mind ran in a thousand different directions at once.
“Forensic research.” The woman stared directly at him as she took his hand, giving it a firm shake. There was no taking the offer back. (Not without risking an with an incredibly aggravated Ema, anyway.) “I look forward to working with you.” Her expression remained severe for another moment before transforming into a small, genuine smile.
“Kenshin, was it?” The scientist smirked before pulling out a bag of snackoos, flicking one at the center of his forehead. “I must say, I’m impressed. Statistically speaking, it’s rather difficult to recover from a bad first impression.”
A pen doodle from school! ;; v;; you can see colouring outside the lines but I’ve lost all hecks and ye whoops
It’s a doodly of my favo snackoo babbu Ema Skye from Ace Attorney! • v •
“Oi, isn’t Matoi’s house pretty small.. Like.. How are we gonna fit?”
“Nah, she said we could hang out in the front lawn. Just don’t touch the basement, ‘cuz that’s where her dad works or somethin. Also, no cocaine in the bathroom.”
“Fair ‘nuff.”
It’s not even like there was a formal announcement or even a text message. Ryuko just decided it was time for a good old shindig. If you’re alive, you probably got an invite or at least heard about it. Even if you weren’t in high school - somebody would have still mentioned it in passing. There were only three key terms.
Bring yourself, bring food, and bring alcohol.
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Hi guys! Here’s the 411. Ryuko’s having a party. The party is happening Saturday the 9th - however, you’re welcome to post starters any time between Friday - Sunday; just try not to write something about this a week later, because that might confuse some people! It’s probably best to write something up before hand and then post it when the time comes! I want this “event” (not official in any way!) to be an opportunity for FRWers new and old to interact - whether it be a group thread or two people making out in the toilet. Go wild! And please, enjoy.
PSST: when the time comes, let’s use the tag #frw house party, so we can check out interactions and post starters etc. If anyone has questions, you’re free to ask (I dunno what questions there would be tho, just party). WOOHOO
target face / apollo
apollo found it surprising that ema of all people had yet to ask him about his hair, the woman more science obsessed than anyone he had met in his short career as a lawyer. if she ever did she would likely be disappointed with the answer (copious amounts of hair gel and diligence); that possibility alone would be enough to prevent her from asking.
he had finished up early with his newest client and decided to duck into his favorite cafe on the way home for some much needed coffee. as it just so happened, a certain science lover happened to work there.
“yes, hello ema, lovely to see you too.” one day he would be quick enough enough to dodge the snackoos as he knew better than to hope she would stop eating them. “i had some spare time so i thought i’d drop in. think i’ve about got this case in the bag, thanks to a little help.” he gave a smug smile. “so what about you, getting plenty of business?” he left the question somewhat open-ended. they were in public, after all, even if there weren’t many people around at the moment.
She smirks at the lawyer, popping another snackoo into her mouth. “Good.” Ema isn’t exactly proud, per se, but she’s rather fond of the attorney -- klutzy, but with a heart that’s in the right place. (For the most part.)
The woman raises an eyebrow at his question, and pauses only a moment before shrugging her shoulders with a non-committal noise. “You could say that. Based on previous observations, more people are stopping by now than before, but ...” Ema shrugs again. “I guess I’m not complaining.”
“Anyway, let’s get you seated.” She leades him to a table, handing him a menu. “Let me know when you’re ready to order.” Ema grins. “Survey says the strawberry cheesecake is excellent.”
silky touch, irresistibly smooth / flynn
In hindsight, she should have seen it coming. Murphy’s Law had no basis in actual science, yet it held a painfully large amount of truth -- as evidenced by the half-drowned state of her apartment. Ema groaned. Her restaurant shift started in an hour, she was sopping wet and dirty from the rain and mud on the way home, and the woman was willing to bet her shower had stopped working about the time the disaster in her apartment reached ankle-level.
“Dammit.”
-- Which was why, forty-five minutes later, Ema had called in sick and was enjoying the warmth of Flynn’s surprisingly nice shower (and his strangely fragrant shampoo). She shut off the water and grabbed a fluffy towel, wrapping the cloth around her body before putting her hair up.
One step out of the restroom, however, and Ema found herself caught red-handed. “Flynn?” Her eyebrows came together in a frown. “You aren’t supposed to be at your apartment until six!” She glanced at the clock -- five forty-five. The woman huffed. “You can’t just go home early!”
“I don’t blame you for your suspicion…” He pulled his hand back, placing it to his side as he looked at her. “I deeply apologize, again. As for a reason why you shouldn’t walk away…”
“It’s just…. I’ll admit I was staring at you because something about your appearance spoke to me. At first I thought it because you’re rather cute…” Kenshin held back a looming nervous chuckle by pursing his lips. He didn’t mean to flirt, merely compliment, but realized given how he’d stared at her for so long previously it could come across as rather frightening. He quickly continued.
“…but I’ve also noticed your attire. It rather makes me think to assume you’re a scientist of some sort. Am I correct?” Kenshin smiled ever so gently. “If so, I suppose it’s a good thing I’ve met you, Miss Skye. I’ve been looking for some volunteers or employees to help with the scientific exhibitions. Even if you’re not interested in employment, I’d be more than happy to give you a tour of the museum sometime, and allow you to research some of the exhibits.”
Her eyebrows steadily climbed toward her hairline, and the woman briefly contemplated how quickly she could pull out a snackoo and land it squarely between his eyes. If that didn’t express complete disinterest, she didn’t know what would. (God, was the guy trying to flirt with her? After being outed as Creepy McCreeperson?) She barely suppressed a shudder.
Then he broke out the science, and the woman can’t help the surprised gasp that flies out of her mouth.
“For real?” She hadn’t had a ‘real’ job other than waitressing in such a long time, and now some stranger was offering her one? Her eyes narrowed at him once more, as if she were trying to discern a lie. “I mean, yeah, I am --” she was, but he didn’t need to know that -- “but ...” The woman hesitated. It felt way too good to be true.
Goddamn. “I’m in. Tell me more.”
Kenshin took pause as the young woman spoke. Had he been staring at her so intently? Was it because of her beauty? Well, something was definitely calming about her appearance to him, either way. Perhaps he’d ought to take her quip seriously. He smiled and nodded at her, tilting his head to the side. “I apologize if I’ve made you uncomfortable.” He held out his hand. “I should introduce myself. I am Kenshin, Kenshin Uesugi. I am the curator of the island’s museum. And you might be?”
He seemed truly interested in getting to know her, whoever she might be. At times he could be aloof, yes, but lucky for him, and perhaps for Ema herself, this was not one of them.
She had been keeping an eye on him for a while now -- at first, she had wondered if she knew him, with the way he was looking at her so intently. But he made no move to approach her, and Ema wrote him off as a slightly-creepy guy with a penchant for staring. He’d go away soon enough.
Until he didn’t. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” she snapped, not in the mood to humor anyone. Ema openly stared at his hand with suspicion and folded her arms over her chest. “Nice to know Sir Stares-A-Lot has a name.” Her eyes narrowed at him. “I’m Ema Skye.”
“Give me one good reason not to walk away right now.”
“He’s dead, let’s move on.”
Ema rolls her eyes. “Are you kidding? It’s not every day I have an actual dead body to investigate!” The woman grins. “Let’s stay for a little longer? Please?”
The brunette doesn’t even wait for a reply before pulling out a pair of gloves, kneeling carefully to start her examination of the body. “I swear, they won’t even know we were here.”
"Is that my shirt?"
Ema winces. “… Maybe?” She turns around to look at Katarina, a sheepish expression on her face. “Look, there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation …” Like maybe spilling coffee all over her own, or unfortunate bird poop placement, or any number of things – but the best thing the woman can come up in the bartender’s presence is, “… I like it?”
“So there isn’t actually a perfectly reasonable explanation, but I’ll … make it up to you?” Somehow.
