#kodapi

[advictorem]

      a crisp white dress shirt, toffee - brown cotton chinos, cognac sorrento lux oxfords — the works. a deep navy, woolen blazer ensures comfort while retaining an air of proficiency. the visage follows a voice that beckoned the titular detective's presence before even stepping foot into the office proper.   ❝ shuuji koda? i seek your services, particularly in locating witnesses for my client. ❞  

@kodapi // short welcome starter.

[tenebriism]

kodapi : [ Jokes on you, Shuuji's fine with all'a that. He's gonna love Zenos, even if there's no chance to fix him. (Hell, maybe they'll both get worse together. Gods knows Shuuji isn't infallible himself.) ]

// A notable perk to Zenos' relationship with Shuuji is that Shuuji isn't the Warrior of Light in this verse, which eliminates a good chunk of the issues. Hopefully, as they develop more, this'll be a bit easier going in comparison to the bonds Zenos has right now. XD

[sixba]

cont. || @kodapi

Humans were complex creatures as the cub was beginning to find out. Some screamed when he passed for some bizarre reason and became fearful while others, like the one before him, seemed to marvel at his appearance. Of course, Simba did with this human too, what with their shiny arms and extra eyes. Curiosity began to take over, as the zoo escapee moved closer giving the human a quick sniff. "You sorta smell like..." A pause followed by a longer sniff. "Food."

A stomach rumble clearly indicated the little lion's hunger and while wandering around the streets of Tokyo. The Chiba Zoo had advertised a few new additions to their zoo containing exotic animals and in the process of switching the lion to his holding cell, the keypad and lock jammed. Long story short, Simba had escaped thanks to a technical error and was now out in the open again free to do whatever he pleased which was more than fine with him.

A cellphone news alert buzzed alerting the public that a few zoo animals escaped and to remain cautious if one was spotted. Basically, let the authorities handle things. Hearing a vibrating buzz, the cub's ears perked up before a car passed by suddenly causing Simba to huddle closer keeping an eye out for more. Dodging vehicles had been difficult which the lion had a few narrow escape attempts from so far. Gazing at the street with partially pinned ears and widened eyes, his gaze switched back to the human.

Compliments were good but words didn't exactly feed anyone. "Do you know where any food is around here?" Dumpsters were also hard to access, especially without any thumbs to actually open them. "I'm kinda hungry..."

[legalbrats]

starter for @kodapi

This case was really a mess. Although, it was mostly messy because the entire police department seemed to be busy with messy cases and detectives were running around like crazy. Similarly, prosecutors seemed as stressed and as impatient as ever. The least thing they wanted was to come to court less prepared than the defence.

Klavier, personally, had nothing against being on the same level with the defence in that regard. But when the same level meant that neither of the two sides knew enough... it’s a nein on that one. 

Thus, he found himself looking for help from the private investigator. He checked the time before knocking on the door. Time was something very precious right now.

[edgelord-dl6]

continued creepily from here - with master of terror @kodapi !

[ Welcome to the House Of Horrors || Event: Chills & Thrills ]

  Miles hated the thought of staying up all night for anything other than a particularly tough work night, but, somehow, Franziska had convinced him to accompany her to this...fête. She didn’t want to spend her first American Halloween by her lonesome, and besides, that eccentric investigator she knew her brother was fond of had some hand in this incredibly showy display of seasonal imagination...

    Thus, the siblings found themselves in the quiet foyer, each presented with an identical pamphlet. They knew, because they immediately compared, scrutinizing each paragraph of text.

    “No clear order, then...”

    “No. It appears we have our lay of the land. With the Finale being, of course--”

    “Of course. And so, where shall we go first...?”

    Elbow to elbow, the two peruse their pamphlets twice-over, as the clock ticks ominously...interrupted by a snicker from Franziska.

    “The Lover’s Forest. ‘She yearns to finally tie that knot, even if it means bringing you with her.’ With two-on-one, we should be able to resist, no? Besides, there’s no way she will pursue a man in a cravat--”

    “Now, now - perhaps she prefers loud and ornery women--”

    “WELL. We’ll never know if we do not see for ourselves. Shall we, Miles Edgeworth?”

    A sigh. “After you, Franziska.”

[tenebriism]

SOMEONE PLEASE COME SAVE HIM.

[tenebriism]

❝ I swear, if you even think of getting out of that bed… ❞

Shuuji's eyes were cast down to meet Aymeric's own, the Warrior of Light having sped to his side after one of his attendants snuck a call in regards to the Lord Commander insisting on his work despite his condition slowly worsening. They had figured if anyone had the pull to keep the man in line ( and in this case, also in bed ) then it would be the one who equal parts doted on, mother henned, and aided Aymeric going on years now.

That same Shuuji who now sat next to Aymeric's bed like a guard dog, arms crossed, a playful grin on his lips despite his words. He'd keep the other down, oh yes, but he'd have some fun doing it if that's what it took to keep his beloved resting.

Caring for the Sick Prompts - [ ACCEPTING ] ;;

The Lord Commander did not detest formal events, as most may. Even those USED to them seem to mark them as something worth disdain, and yet, Aymeric finds them a welcome distraction from the woes awaiting him just outside the grand ballroom doors.

Yet, with any social event with a large list of attendees, 'tis common for some manner of illness or other to be passed around betwixt some unlucky few. As much as Aymeric makes his presence and warmth known to every single guest in attendance, 'tis a wonder he does not go down more oft. Rather, there are surely times he has suffered the odd sniffle, here and there, yet he perseveres and works through it, mindful enough of those around him to QUARANTINE, but nothing shall keep him from the almost DESPERATE need for productivity and progress.

Even... gods above, whatever this is that misfortunate has served him this time.

The text on the pages, he swears, has begun to move--- worse so that it looks so small and illegible that he wonders if he has truly, finally, gone mad. Figuring he can shift his attentions to a DIFFERENT task that doesn't require so much eyestrain and brain power, he'd managed to organize a few of the archive's books back into their rightful places before the room began to spin and he'd been forced back down from the platform ladder he'd been clinging to for dear life. One of the attendants finds him slumped against a pillar not long thereafter, with a forehead so flushed and heated it could melt the snow around them. She'd gripped him by the shoulders and beseeched him to go rest, yet he'd waved her off with a gentle smile and continued on, managing a few steps before crumbling to the floor and catching the beginnings of a shrill of PANIC.

When he awakens some few hours later, armor and robes shed in exchange for far looser, more comfortable clothing, and a damp, folded rag sat atop his forehead ( cool, fresh... likely replaced recently ), he sluggishly blinks from where he lay in his bed and attempts to recall how he'd ended up here. To even conjure up the energy to THINK is more than enough to leave him exhausted all over again, but despite the holes in his recent memory and the obviously PITIFUL state of his body, he still has the audacity to attempt to pull himself up.

❝ I swear, if you even think of getting out of that bed… ❞

" --- S-Shuuji? " He winces at the airiness of his voice, raising a hand to splay fingers flat across his chest as he clears his throat before returning 'neath the blanket again.

Paltry attempt, truly, to make himself SOUND put together; the famed Warrior of Light would likely not have gotten this far with his LIFE still intact were astute observational skills not amongst his many, MANY talents. " When did you... arrive? I thought you occupied some distant territory away? " Or has Aymeric TRULY been out that long? The thought alone worries him, that itch to throw off the covers and throw himself back into his work near torturous by this point. 'Tis only somewhat soothed by his company, whom he smiles softly at, an embarrassed flush joining the consequences of his less than ideal sense of self preservation. " Trust that I am fine, my love; you need not sit at my bedside when I am certain there is much and more that requires your attention elsewhere, as... lovely... as it is to see you. "

Though hidden, there is movement 'neath the covers--- fidgeting fingers that, so desperately, wish to innocently reach out and seek whatever of Shuuji's is within reach from his bed. The fear of spreading GERMS and forcing this ailment upon the already addled Warrior of Light is something Aymeric cannot quite IGNORE in favor of his own selfish needs, and so he suffers in silence and bows his head, sighing.

" That expression you wear tells me my efforts to sway you are futile even before I've gathered the wherewithal to attempt. Ah, I should have known better. " Aymeric chuckles in amusement, put swiftly in his place by a nasty round of coughs, but his smile still remains bright even after he is done curling in on himself, his composure regained. " Yes, I relent, then; I am poorly, but that I've the fortune to awaken to you admittedly has me feeling weightless and rejuvenated. I... should like to be selfish and request your company for a tinge longer, long as you keep your distance. It would not do well for you to fall ill, too. "

" ... is... that alright? "

@kodapi ;;

[tenebriism]

WHEN BESTIE AGREES TO LET YOU TEST HIS REFLEXES! <3