#demonprosecution

[rockstarprosecutor]

@demonprosecution​

Klavier isn’t really sure what’s going on. One moment everything was normal, and the next...? Well, he went to the only place he thought he could find answers. Luckily due to the circumstances he had his boss’s keys, so he decided to send Edgeworth a text, and wait in the Chief Prosecutor’s office.

“Ah! Good morning, Herr Edgeworth.” He’s sitting on Miles’s desk, a guitar on his lap, and paperwork left untouched beside him.

“You, uh... wouldn’t happen to have an explanation for this, would you?”

[wrightsideofthelaw]

@demonprosecution​

“Hey, Miles, did you know that people are mean?”

“People just shouldn’t be mean to me. It should be illegal to be mean.”

[suplex51]

Could this all go downhill at any given moment? Yes. Did Travis know what they said about curiosity and the cat? Of course. Were him and Miles Edgeworth two character archetypes that you almost never saw meshing well together? Sure. But the slope couldn’t be too deep, the phrase wasn’t always something to live by, and, well... Rosa liked the guy just fine. 

And he hailed from the same world as— 

“Yo,” Travis waved, approaching the prosecutor. Noticing the plate in-hand, Travis figured that could be as good a starting point as any. “How’s the food?” A smirk. “Made it myself!” 

@demonprosecution

[hosttrick]

Examine your autopsy report written in comic sans

You slowly lower your completed (this time) autopsy report, and make a face at literally anyone in the vicinity. You look again at your autopsy report. 

It is typed out in Comic Sans. It’s very official, lists the cause of your death and all noted health irregularities, and it’s in fucking Comic Sans. You hate it. You make eye contact with the nearest person and slowly begin to shred it to pieces.

[spiderstaff]

@demonprosecution

“Um, hello?”

Kay wanders around this office... it’s mostly deserted save for a light on in the back. It’s late at night, after all; she was lucky to find even one person still awake.

Honestly, she’s not sure where she is. She knows what a courthouse is; they have all sorts of records and files. Her thought process is that maybe someone here might be able to figure out what she’s doing here, and how she can get home.

She pokes her head through the door with the light on, watching the man behind the desk do paperwork. She can’t read his nameplate from here, but with a get-up like that, he must be important. So she knocks, standing on her tiptoes to see over the man’s tall desk.

“My name’s Kay, and I think there must have been some kind of mix-up. Can you tell me how to get home? I’m sure my dads are worried about me.”

[mediumofthestars]

✯ FROM: Maya Fey ✯ TO: Phoenix Wright @wrightsideofthelaw, Miles Edgeworth @demonprosecution, Simon Blackquill @twisting-axioms, Klavier Gavin @rockstarprosecutor, Nahyuta Sahdmadhi @lastritesprosecution

✯ [Text]: Yoooooo ✯ [Text]: Did you guys see this??? ✯ [Text]: I’m joining in as a PD ✯ [Text]: Last one to enter is a limping duck!

[twisting-axioms]

@demonprosecution; from here

Simon is frantically trying to remove the evidence of his breakdown when the door opens, and he's been caught black-handed (his tears have smudged his eyeliner far more than usual, and wiping his eyes transferred it onto his hand) by Edgeworth, of all people.

His lips are already poised to claim that nothing is wrong, when Edgeworth shuts that down altogether. Simon knows when he's been had, and as tempting as it is to weave some grandiose lie about his feelings… Edgeworth is entitled to the truth.

It takes him a long time to answer; he sets his cheek upon his hand and looks away before he ultimately mutters, “I’ve been having flashbacks… about prison…” He sighs and reaches to wipe away the lingering dampness in his eyes before he continues, “My apologies. I had not meant to worry you.”

[wrightsideofthelaw]

fuck you

“It’s my birthday, Edgeworth. Doesn’t that mean you have to be nice to me?”

This is because of a pun, and Phoenix knew exactly what he was doing.