#aptlyattorney

[sangriaking]

You know, every day in the big city always brings something interesting to the table. Today was no exception -- he'd seen a girl with a pigeon in her tote-bag on the train, he'd seen someone be chased by a rat with a bag of crisps in it's mouth, and more -- but perhaps the most interesting thing about today would probably be what's to come!

Sitting outside a restaurant alone, he'd settled into his daily dose of people watching; eavesdropping on conversations where he could, even muttering some commentary to himself when he sees some guy try to ham up his try-hardy romance WAY too much. But, he doesn't really focus on that for long -- what catches his attention is a young man who looks a bit worse for wear. By the way he's breathing, he's probably been running for a little while -- and he sure does look exhausted. Wonder what's up with that?

Joseph sincerely doubts that he's a thief, because if he was, he'd be sure that cops would follow. This guy looks way too young to be a father, but he's got that same worried vibe as someone who's lost their kid or something, if his expression's anything to go by. And with the way he's frantically calling out a name, one that he can't quite make out from here -- maybe he lost someone else? Or something? .... .... Joseph knows he should probably stay out of this, but ...

He can never resist poking his nose where it probably shouldn't though, so of course the Joestar's gonna try and see if he can help at all. Curiosity piqued, he sets his cup down and approaches the guy. Hands in his pockets, he looms over Apollo, glancing down at him curiously -- lips pursed, brows furrowed, and a hand reaching out to pat his shoulder.

❝Oi, you there!❞ he pushes against Apollo's shoulder, tangibly shaking him a little. ❝Everything alright? You look awful, like you ran a marathon or something!❞

@aptlyattorney // PLOTTED STARTER

[regensia]

@aptlyattorney / Apollo said . . .

“What do you mean, I’m not helping?“

Blade Runner   {Sentence Starters}

❝ Exactly as I said, kid... ❞

Exasperation mildly colored his tone, the ghost really working to reel himself in here. Apollo was young and naive, a heart full of the desire to do good in the world. He hadn't yet become jaded and worn down as most adults were, which in itself was a feat. But usually the young lawyer was rather rational, save for the moments of exuberance such as now. 

Having accepted the existence of the supernatural thanks to the wretched nightmares wrought by being haunted by his former mentor, Apollo had taken it upon himself to employ some kind of paper talisman that was supposed to ward off spirits.

It worked, to a certain extent. Dimple swore to himself silently that he'd get through this. He could push through the barrier if he really wanted, and probably without a lot of work – but he didn't want to experiment with that in front of the young man who was supposed to be his own client, in a sense. He didn't know what it'd do to Yoshioka, like if the guy's body would drop and the spirit would be left just floating there. 

So a small white lie wouldn't hurt. Besides, he was pretty sure the guy's former mentor wasn't some low-grade spirit that would be stopped by a measly scrap of paper. Much as with himself, it was probably just more an inconvenience more than anything.

❝ Sometimes those things have the opposite effect and attract trouble. You should just rip it up and recycle it. ❞

[edgelord-dl6]

A Christmas Miracle for @aptlyattorney​ ...

   Winter does something strange to him, makes him almost feral, desperate. And maybe it's the odd details of his chat with Apollo rattling in his brain, and the fact that the young man has sought his company with nearly heartbreaking trepidation followed by bouts of tender familiarity over the past year, and the ( admittedly presumed ) knowledge that Apollo will either be alone or chased like a prey animal on the Big, Stupid Holiday that everyone is so preoccupied with--

   Maybe it's all that, that sees Miles Edgeworth, legendary international prosecutor, yanking a red bicycle out of a dumpster in the snow - breath escaping in great plumes of vapor as he curses the gods aloud and and calculates when he'll get this coat dry cleaned...

   He's operating on sheer spite for all the sad fates of all the fatherless-motherless boys and all the bright cheer laser-beamed directly into his eyes as he lugs deflated bike tires through sludgey city snow. And when he's at last outside of Apollo's modest apartment ( because he REFUSES to strap a dumpster-bike to his car ) , he nearly yells up at the window. In fact, he gets one "AH--" out of his mouth before thinking better of it and digging his clamshell out of his pocket.

   "This is Edgeworth." He huffs, haggard, sweating in his trash-stained coat,

   "Come downstairs."

[scattered-amongst-the-stars]

@aptlyattorney

[x]

“Oh, don’t piss the bed, I just gotta ask you a favor,” his feet landed with minimal sound on the attorney’s floor before closing the window behind him. Quaint little place the man had, but most lawyers usually didn’t settle for ‘quaint’. Guess the “Wright Anything Agency” didn’t pay much outside of exposure, eh?

“An... ‘associate’ of mine has gotten themselves into a bit of a bind legally. I need you to represent him in court for me~.”

[guilty-love]

@aptlyattorney

Klavier has been excited for their weekend trip since they had planned it. He had done stuff like that more often in the past, when he had more time than now. Just taking his motorbike and going on a trip without a goal, enjoying the landscape, the nature.

What was even better was the fact that this time Apollo would come with him.

He arrives at the apartment of the lawyer just like promised. Klavier has gotten Apollo some proper clothing for the trip before. Riding the bike in casual clothes was fine for a short trip, but if they were planning to make a real tour Apollo needed some proper clothing to protect himself, not only in case of an accident but also from the heat of the machine. He parks his purple bike right in front of the apartment complex and walks upwards, dressed in black leather and helmet under his arm. He has a wide smile on his lips as he rings the door bell of Apollo’s apartment.

[kamipyre]

@aptlyattorney​ is getting added to the list: Coffee makes you taller.

“And is that working for you or your hair?”

[bonescribes-a]

“ WELL , WELL . ”

simon shifts himself just into view of the attorney and crosses his arms , smirking . his hair , typically loose in its ponytail, is tied tightly behind him . the tangled mess of black and grey is impossible to tame , but to a certain degree , it’s out of the way -- perfect for their present setting ; a place the prosecutor hardly expects to find apollo . yet , here they both are .

“ decided to hone your muscles , have you ? ”

                                                                                // @aptlyattorney

[tactful-kind-daedra]

Christmas For The Dogs/closed

@aptlyattorney​

“Mr. Justice!! You made it!!”

Daedra, despite being a grown woman, waved her arms in the air as she jumped a bit on the top step of her building. She’d been waiting out there once she finished preparations for the ‘party’. A lot of the local apartment buildings looked very similar to her own, and she’d hate for him to get lost, despite the empty lot beside it being quite the give away. 

Once she was sure he’d seen her, Daedra happily made her way down the steps to the street. Looped on her wrist was a thin leash, and on that leash was a relatively familiar dog. A fluffy pomeranian in a very cute but very posh and expensive looking Christmas sweater. Mr. Edgeworth’s dog, Pess.

“Now that you’re here, we can start the party!! Did you have trouble finding it?”