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17. Least favourite murderer?                

Manfred Von Karma ;w;

He really got the best of me in Ace Attorney… xD

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Mystery box

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A box came swiftly flying past the blond man in black, right next by his shoulder and smacked the man in blue in front of him right in the back. The cardboard box bounced off their body and down to the ground.

Johnny quickly looked back, seeing no one, then looking back forward. Raising his hands into submission.

“Th-that wasn’t me, honest.” 

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if you can’t play your favourite video game, just re-enact it!

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The worst thing about this whole situation?

It was definitely the fact that Kagura didn’t have her 4BS with her. Nentendo, how could you abandon a girl like this?

How was she supposed to get her Fake Fattorney fix like this?

“Ah! That’s enough! I’m bored enough! I’m just going to play it on my own, yes?! You can’t stop me, uh-huh!”

The girl jumps to her feet, turns to the closest stranger, stretches out her arm and--

“Oi! You’re gonna be Pheonix Wrong, yes?! I’m gonna be Athena Psyches! Let’s go solve a murder! Right now, yes!”

( If only she knew... )

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[◑]  “Terminal, huh?” There were a lot of things that Sigma had grown unfortunately used to in his life, and it would appear that waking up in a new location with parts of his memory blurred out was one of them. It was only the second (third?) time this had happened, and yet it wasn’t a shock. Just... a disappointment, really.

Still, this was a new place, with new people; and by the looks of it there was a lot of them this time. In the end, he decided it would be smartest just to talk to someone, see what information he could gather- but then he rammed right into someone as he turned about, having completely missed them.

“Oh, sorry about that, man.”

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She’d heard tell of some sort of boots – or heels, rather, that had some sort of blade in them? Perhaps that would be a more effective way to take care of these infected creatures than stomping on them with her buttoned-up boots from a time that felt like eons ago. That being said, the best she could do was commanding her walking stick to bludgeon them to death. And as much as she hated to admit it, assistance would be…more than appreciated.

Just in time did she see a familiar flash of blue. Abandoning the levitating fury of her stick to keep one of the crazed people from coming too close to her, she called, “You, over there! Caster! Come help me out, would you?”

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......It seems this Grail War as well shall bring about much surprises for Karna.

He had sensed the presence of a powerful Servant and had scanned the area to find the source of the powerful emanation of Mana.

But no sooner had he turned a corner that he had bumped into a blue shaped blur running at the speed of light.

“Pardon, I didn’t mean to bump into-”

As he extended a hand to help this man up, he froze in shock.

An unassuming looking man in blue garments, smiling sheepishly at him. An unassuming sight. Or rather it would be were it not for the source of Mana clearly emerging from him,

“.....I take it you are a Caster?”

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Of all the harrowing experiences Norman had undergone in the past days, this may have been one of the most daunting.

Being dragged into a terrifyingly unfamiliar place with no one he knew (at least, not as far as he’d seen yet) was bad enough. Memories obscured, being told of some calamity that befell the world, being verbally accosted by his neighbor and her tiny mascots -- it was a lot to take in. And it was only the beginning, a rude awakening to the life he was going to have to live for now. He wanted to go home.

But of all of it, he thought, this really might be the worst.

The grocery store’s aisles were lined with food that barely resembled food, packaged in cardboard and plastic and advertised garishly. And different versions, different packaging, of the same foods? Why? He couldn’t begin to understand it. And it seemed like the people were packed wall to wall as well as the foods and other various supplies (many of which were totally foreign to him). At least the signs hanging over the aisles gave clear indication of what he would find where, unlike the maze of streets outside.

He had managed to gather a decent supply of groceries in his cart, though he wasn’t exactly sure on the amount that he needed, compared to the quantities that he was used to cooking and planning in for his siblings. But now, he was standing quietly in an aisle dedicated entirely to what appeared to be a thousand different kinds of juice and other beverages.

He stared, brow furrowed. A bottle of cranberry juice stared back, unfeeling. There were at least seven different kinds of cranberry juice, not to mention all the other varieties of juice. Why?

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“Ah, an eye for true craftsmanship?” Mushia grinned at the latest costumer to walk up to where she had her wares displayed. Stone pots and sculptures were layed out on a blanket where she sat cross legged, along with many stone swords. 

“By all means, test the balance.” It had to be assumed he was looking at one of the blades.

“I wouldn’t have taken you as a swordsman, but perhaps a collector? These are all authentic Kunisu crafted masterworks.” She held one out to him by the handle eagerly. “Please I insist, feel the weight. Carved from solid stone and yet light as a feather.”