May 24, 2017
M!A Enemy
As she felt love inside of her smoke poofed around her making her cough and soon realised who she looks like now. “Not what I had in mind but oh well! More kisses!” she giggles now looking like her worst enemy neighbour now.
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M!A Enemy
As she felt love inside of her smoke poofed around her making her cough and soon realised who she looks like now. “Not what I had in mind but oh well! More kisses!” she giggles now looking like her worst enemy neighbour now.
Zack was growling and mumbling to himself, The grey magic and who even done it must of thought this was funny. “Funny, So....Funny.”, Zack growled as he was walking about. He looked down to see the mark was still on his chest. “Well i guess I can still work until then.”
reignofolympus said: LOL
"At least I'll get to change back. He's stuck like this."
He better be back to normal tomorrow.
Mikeko hardly even recognized him. She was skeptical, though his voice and scent must have won her over in the end.
Apollo skipped the shower tonight. He didn't feel well enough to.
He was angry, for starters.
He didn't need this reminder.
He crawled into bed and shut his eyes--tonight was an early night.
Tomorrow... Well, he'd see.
Wow, wow! Bet you're having a real identity crisis, aren't cha?
Apollo clenched his fists, his expression hardening.
"Shut up," he hissed. "I'm not having an identity crisis. I'm Apollo Justice. And I'm fine."
[ prosecutingmagic ]
Apollo needed air.
He needed to clear his head, though the fear of being mistaken as the Phantom was so great it took him nearly an hour to coax himself into leaving the Agency. Walking with his cane was awkward now; it was the perfect length for his 5'5 form. This six foot monster, however? It was short and he knew it.
It felt silly. As much as Apollo complained about Eldoon's noodles.. He wanted them, right then. Something warm and somewhat sickening. If he went home now Apollo had no doubt in his mind he'd go to bed without supper.
Soon he found himself in People Park, sitting on a nearby bench with a bowl of Eldoon's noodles in his lap and his cane rested against his shoulder.
Beside him he did not see Trucy but rather heard her slurping her noodles. To him, it was the loudest noise possible, and Apollo--in the guise of the Phantom, also known as Detective Bobby Fulbright--grunted out a, "Can you eat those any louder?"
He.. looks like the Phantom?
Damn it, no.
Apollo's sitting on the couch of the Wright Anything Agency, his head in his hands. His shoulders are shaking.
The depths of which he loathes this Magic Anon are almost as deep as his hatred for the Phantom.
He is not fine.
Open RP || M!A Enemy
"WHAT THE HELL?!"