#logiciisms

[fiircbird-blog]

‘someone’s had their morning coffee.’

“Makes a difference, huh?” He wasn’t usually this perky, but he felt great for some reason. For once, everything was going good and he felt confident about the day ahead. (I wonder how long this feeling will last…) Nope. He wasn’t going to get negative all of a sudden!

“Is my over-the-top cheeriness too much for you, Edgeworth?” 

[itsgottabethebutz]

@logiciisms

Edgeworth huffed, making little effort to disguise his steadily raising agitation. ❝ Oh, of all the — YOU were the one who asked for my help with this! ❞ he sputtered, indignant, as he flourished the sheet of half-crumpled notebook paper in the air between them. On it was scrawled Larry Butz’s handwriting, barely legible now through all the distinct marks of red pen slashed across its contents. Editing marks on a love letter to the very latest in the long list of his childhood friend’s infatuations ( a letter that Edgeworth, if he were being honest, doubted Larry would ever follow through with sending. )

    ❝ It is no fault of mine that you couldn’t be bothered not to sleep through your high school English classes, Larry! Now, do you want my input, or not? ❞

I know I asked for your help!! You really are the smartest guy I know, but you don’t have to get all high and mighty with me, Edgey!!! I have a heart, and feelings, and you’re taking out all my lovey-dovey poetry!

Larry is frustrated, of course: his love letter is nearly unreadable now that it’s been marked up with so much red pen. To his eyes, it’s mostly a sea of angry red marks scarring his genuine feelings...even though everything is terribly misspelled and grammatically nonsensical. Larry rakes his hand through his hair and blows out a huge sigh.

I...yeah, I mean, I want your help, Edgey! All the girls go crazy over you. But you could be a little nicer, dude.

[bindingties]

« why are you here? »

The important questions || ACCEPTING

Charley bounces up from his perch on the office couch. “Oh, we haven’t really formally met, right?” He sticks out a hand. “Charley Stricta, nice to meet ya! I’m sorta the unofficial official mascot of the office. Can I help you with anythin’?”

[chaotic-lawful-objections]

@logiciisms -- [continued from here ]

[Text] H-hey! Just because you’re all the way in Europe doesn’t mean you can’t get off your high horse, Edgey!

[Text] We’ve been buds through thick and thin, haven’t we????

[Text] C’moooon, man! Deep down, Franzy pines for me! She’s only ignoring me ‘cuz she’s playing hard to get! She never texts me back, or takes my calls, or even talks to me, but I see it! Her undying love! She’s just too nervous

[Text] Uh, right??? She’s still single???

[mutemade-a-blog]

@logiciisms

It didn't take her long to realize something was awry.

Upon leaving the cafe, she quickly dug into her backpack to discover something she thought she never would: her last communication notebook gone. She panicked rather easily, knowing her funds were in the minimal amount to begin with, and that she was relatively sure she didn't have enough to buy another one (not if she wanted to continue eating like she planned). After frantically searching through the entire contents of her pack without finding even remnants of the pages, her breathing increased just as her heart-rate did. It was her only form of communication until she had the chance to learn more sign language!

It soon dawned on her that she likely left it at the table she was just at in the cafe. If her throat could produce sound, she would have groaned louder than she ever had. Having to trek back in there without any means of talking to anyone would be the biggest challenge she'd come across yet. But, this was a necessity. Taking a breath, Katie-Lynn shouldered her bag again, marching dutifully into the cafe once more. A preliminary look-through was needed, as she thought she may have dropped it, but, to her relief, it was left at the very table she sat at. However, to her dismay, the book was within someone's hand. Immediately, she froze.

Having no choice, she timidly approached the affluent-looking man, tapping his shoulder, as she had no other way of getting his attention.

Her disability had never felt more like a curse.

[konacentric]

lydia I see you there

I still don’t know how or why you follow me on all my blogs--

[puzzlexagent-blog]

[It's not much to go on seeing as we just started RPing together, but my URL for the meme if you're still doing it?]

my opinion on;

character in general: I’ve played through all of the original Phoenix Wright trilogy so I will concede that, like many people, I thought Edgeworth was a huge pain in the behind for the first few cases, but still had respect for him. However, following Turnabout Goodbyes, like every other AA player on the planet, I came to enjoy and appreciate Edgeworth’s character a lot more. Plus one of the my closest friends and I used to joke about him and call him silly names like “Edgehot” for absolutely no reason whatsoever. In any case, looking back on it now, Edgeworth has made incredible progress as a character and he still stands as one of my favorites of the series despite that I haven’t gotten the opportunity to play any of the more recent games aside from PL vs. AA.how they play them: Oooh my goodness your portrayal of Edgeworth is superb! Honestly, his dialogue might have well come out of an official game, and your headcanons are absolutely spot-on! I particularly love the idea of Edgeworth enjoying “To Kill a Mockingbird” - I can imagine he enjoyed Atticus quite a bit. Not to mention, your writing style is very elegant and chock-full of wonderful imagery that really adds to the feeling of a RP (based on what we’ve exchanged, but this seems to carry on into your other roleplays as well)the mun: I’ve never had the opportunity to talk to you OOC, but you are certainly a very talented and intellectual individual! You also are quite friendly from what I’ve seen - it’s one of the reasons I followed you! I can be pretty skittish around people who come off as overly strict, and I’ve had to turn away from potential partners in the past because of it.

do i;

follow them: Absolutely!rp with them: Currently, yes!want to rp with them: I would very much like to roleplay with you more in the future! However, if it turns out that Nelson does not click very well with Edgeworth in our opinions, it’s given that I won’t try to force it. I do have a few other roleplay blogs as well - so who knows?ship their character with mine: Not particularly, and I find it hard to imagine their relationship going anything past friends, and even that might be a bit of a stretch

what is my;

overall opinion:  An absolutely MAGNIFICENT Edgeworth with an awesome mun to boot! I’m very glad I happened across their blog ;v;

[theburgermaster-a]

Samurai Con 2021 (Closed RP with Logiciisms)

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The thick yellow envelope that arrives in that day’s mail is unmistakable. Maya has only seen these legendary pieces in pictures. Now; here in her hands was one of her very own. The medium opened the top flap and into her hands fell two laminated passes that read “VIP ACCESS SAMURAI CON 2021″. Additionally there was a half sheet with a note on it reading 

“Congratulations! You are a winner in the ‘Steel Samurai Biggest Fans’ Sweepstakes! Your prize is two VIP passes to Samurai Con in New York City from July 16-18, 2021! These passes entitle you entrance to any panel, no wait lines for autographs, as well as a 20% discount on merchandise at the convention. Congratulations again and we hope to see you at Samurai Con!”

Maya audibly squealed and hugged the passes to her chest. She had been waiting for an opportunity like this for years and it was finally coming true! The only thing was, she had two passes. She only needed one for herself, so she was able to invite another person. But who? Pearly was currently away for two months training, and Nick didn’t like the Steel Samurai. She didn’t know a lot of people who liked Steel Samurai, actually. And even fewer would be willing to dress up with her. 

That’s when she realized that there was someone who could go with her. Maya pulled out her phone and dialed 411. 

“Hi, Los Angeles Prosecutor’s Office please.”