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The Prosecution was very ready at Luxcon today! My very first Luxcon; I had doubts about wearing Franziska again, but felt incredibly well.
(Not sure what my phone camera did there...also I need to remember o let someone else take a pic of me with my own phone.)
The Prosecution is back and ready!
[[My vacation is over, so feel free to send me asks, starters, or even random stuff!]]
Franziska, get your shit together and post on your own blog, will ya?
*sighs* The struggle of having a side blog. Sorry about that!
Miles walked into the Prosecutor's Office, only to realize that Franziska was there already. "Good morning, Franzbrötchen," he teased, deciding to use a nickname he had made up a while ago, knowing how adorably annoyed the frosty-haired female would get when anyone used it.
“Miles Edgeworth!”She glared at him with her icy blue eyes, getting her leather arm extention, as he liked to call her whip, ready to get cracked.
“I demand you refrain from using this foolish nickname this instant, otherwise I will prove you how foolish of you it truly is to compare me to a foolish piece of pastry!”
Send in asks and/or starters, you fools!
The prosecution is bored to death!
Ready to rock the courtroom - but first let me take a selfie.
[[What does the average cosplayer do when they can´t sleep?They design, sew, or do cosplay tests - which I did, in my case. I do wear glasses and actually can´t see very much without them, but for the sake of these shots I removed them. Also, my eye doctor didn´t recommend me to wear contacts, so I will be wearing my glasses at cons, or maxbe even while shooting. You can see my natural eye colour on the left; the two other pictures was me being curious what I would look like with blue eyes, so I did a bit of Photoshop magic. Also, the beauty mark is on the right side, but since I took these with help of my bathroom mirror it appears to be on the wrong side.]]
The RP/Ask blog I made for Franziska is coming along nicely, and is soooo much fun! Which is a bit of a surprise to me, considering how afraid I was (and kind of still am) to rp her.
Feel free to say hi to her!
Book I ~|~ Germany || fraeuleinvonkarma
|| Closed RP with @fraeuleinvonkarma The sights were beautiful; this much Miles acknowledged. That and the harsh sounds that the old man next to him made to get his attention at various times. Miles would immediately look up at the throat clearing that Herr von Karma made.
“Daydreams and such nonsense are for fools, Miles Edgeworth,” he said, firmly. A solid accent graced his words, thankfully understandable. Miles didn’t want to know what would happen if he asked Herr von Karma to repeat anything.
“Y-Yes, sir.”
“No stuttering either,” the man went on. “Be confident, commanding in your tone. People do not follow uncertainty. They need a leader. They seek it. You must be that leader in the courtroom and in life. Being associated with the von Karma name, I will expect nothing less from you. My family name carries a reputation that demands respect and dignity. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Miles replied. As afraid as he was, he was already teaching himself to hide it. It would be best for everyone.
The remainder of the ride was silent. Miles kept his attention straight ahead and sat upright. Thankfully, it wasn’t that much longer. The estate to which they pulled up the drive was rather large. The boy couldn’t keep the awe from his expression.
“You have a very nice home, sir,” he said.
Herr von Karma nodded. “Of course,” the man countered. “All of it, a grand part of the previously mentioned reputation.”
The driver made haste in opening the door for them, so quickly that Miles didn’t notice the lack of gratitude for his compliment. Herr von Karma was already making his way up the walk as Miles climbed out of the car, softly thanking the driver for his help. The young man grinned, nodding his head.
“MILES EDGEWORTH!” von Karma bellowed. “DO NOT DAWDLE!”
The boy ran as fast as he could to catch up, falling in pace as they made their way inside.
