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[soniasama]

       What's this...?        A fellow European? 

       It seems too good to be true! She doesn't come from Novoselic, that much the princess can tell, but she has a few good guesses up her sleeve!

       "Pardon me, miss! Are you from Austria? Or Germany, by chance?"

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[ichiyanagidebeste]

The Best and Perfection

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The city itself seemed huge, but it was nothing compared to Los Angles. He was trying to get used to the city itself, and was told by other residents to stick to the main street until he adapted to the city.

It only made sense. He was on his own here, not really remembering how he got here, but at least he had his memories. He wasn't going to be the same misguided kid he was before. Not when his life was on the line.

Walking aimlessly down the main street, he looked over at the building with decorations and fountains, being told that it was the courthouse. Anyone was free to enter it when there wasn't a trial being held. 

Well might as well go in there to pass some time right? He didn't have anything better to do anyways. 

Walking over to the building and walking in, he noticed right away that the courthouse was different from the ones in Los Angles, but dismissed that as he started to wander around, until he saw a familiar figure standing at the trial grounds, apparently lost in thought.

"Ms. von Karma? Are you alright?"

[inexperiencedmagus]

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❥ - a childhood memory

Everything is a childhood memory because he is but a child.

Another fight between his parents. Financial burdens, their name becoming less respectable among the others of the noble court. 

Ricken scowled alone in the hall outside of the den. The fights were becoming more frequent, and only became nastier as time went on. Though he was quite young, he understood what was happening. One parent was poor when it came to managing finances, and another had become quite the gossip, which only attracted the scowls of the others in court. 

A sigh escaped him as he headed down the hall and up the stairs to his personal escape. The heavy, oak doors were pushed open, and the boy stepped into the library. Though their family may have fallen in standing, it did not mean that they did not have a rich history. Few steps were taken as he approached a shelf, a hand automatically plucking a worn, leather backed tome from the dusty spot. 

Their family had been known for their contributions to the field of magic, though that was probably not evident in how his parents, even his grandparents, behaved. The art of magic was lost upon them—  unable to even produce something as simple as a small flame— and so he had no exposure to the fantastic field other than what he read in these books. Nut-brown eyes scanned the pages, and he softly murmured the arcane language as best as he could. 

"Oh— I don’t think I’ve read this spell before…" Ricken scanned over the faded text. “Vinculum facti inimicum capient. Sagitta Magica, Aer capturae—- whoa!”

The pages of the book violently flipped, and his clothes billowed as a gust of air seemingly rushed through him and scattered about through the library. Several books toppled from the shelves, only to land about the floor with thuds. Enthralled with what had happened, the boy quickly looked at the tome in his hand. 

Another line of text.

Another spell cast.

This time, the wind bent to his well. With one hand extended before him, the vibrating air focused upon the spot above his palm. "Okay, concentrate, Ricken…!!" In only a matter of seconds, the air had began to spin amongst itself, forming a miniature tornado. 

Ecstatic, he closed his fist, dismissing the tornado, gripped the tome, and sprinted downstairs. "Mother! Father!" he called out upon bursting into the den. With their attention focused on him, he mimicked the spell for them, eyes bright with wonder and joy. The parents were shocked to see that their son was able to produce something so… enchanting. Magical.

Glances were exchanged, as well as a few whispers, and his father left the room. Confused, Ricken lowered his hand, the tornado dissipating as he did so. "Where is father going?" he asked, voice small as he worried. "Did I do something wrong? I know I shouldn’t be going through father’s library, but I couldn’t—"

His mother held up a hand, and smiled gently at the boy. "Wait."

And so he did. It was only a few minutes that had passed when his father returned, arms behind his back. "Ricken, close your eyes."

The boy did as he was told. Footsteps indicated that his father approached him and then halted. The top of his head felt a tad heavier, and he felt cloth cover— no— envelop his head. 

"Alright, son, you can open your eyes." 

When he did, he was met with darkness. A deep, baritone laugh came from his father, who adjusted something. Ricken’s vision ‘returned’, and the boy looked at his father curiously. 

Ricken reached up and removed whatever had obstructed his vision before. Eyes widened in shock when he realized what he was holding. "Father..?"

His parents smiled as they watched the boy examine the item. "It belonged to my grandfather, Ricken. The last of our family to practice magic," his father explained. "You do know what that is, correct?"

Of course he did! How could he not? 

Another laugh, this time the airy tone of his mother. 

"How would you like to study magic? Formally, of course. We’ll have an instructor brought to the manor, if you would like—"

Tears stung at the boy’s eyes. Magic. They were allowing him to learn magic. “I— this— yes! Yes! I want to learn more!” Ricken exclaimed, as he gave his parents a wide grin. Yes, a few tears rolled down his cheeks, but he quickly wiped them with his sleeve. The hat was tugged back onto his mop of russet hair before he hugged both of his parents tightly. 

That was the day Ricken began down the path of the Mages.

[academyofdespair-blog]

hello there! i'd like to drop the reserve on phoenix wright of ace attorney and in place reserve sayaka maizono from dangan ronpa! today is jan 31 and my personal is @cykekik

Reserves switched!

✗ Labrys Mod

[igiaribird]

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Send ♣ for a drunk message 

FrnazzzzFranzFranziskayou know that whip you got?someone as cute as u can whip me all dayOh waitshiti didn't mean it liek that i swear

[academyofdespair-blog]

With permission from Athena Cykes mun of ace attorney id like to request franziska and athena to be moved into the same apartment please!

They are now housed in apartment # 135!

✗ Labrys Mod

[inexperiencedmagus]

windy turnabouts | Franziska

A gust of wind rustled his cloak as he turned down Wisdom Avenue once again. There was no doubt in his mind that this street would be one of his frequent haunts, what with the apartment complexes being less than ideal. The creaky floors, thin walls, and the occasional flickering lights  were primarily responsible for his quest to seek a better study area. 

Thank the gods for Wisdom Avenue. 

In reality, Ricken only ventured as far as Wisdom Avenue. The risks of traveling without his spells outweighed his curious nature.

"But next time I might visit that school that I saw earlier," the mage uttered to no one. "There might be something useful there."

His few trips to the library had left him seeing next to no one on the streets, but today was different. Before him was a pale haired young woman, who carried an air of authority about her. A slight smile played across his lips as the woman's mannerisms reminded him of a longtime friend, the blonde noblewoman who cared for only the finest of teas.

[academyofdespair-blog]

this is franziska von karma of ace attorney with a prior reserve!

Welcome to Hope’s Peak, imperfect whip freak!

You will be roomed in apartment #129 with your new roommates Fushimi Saruhiko and Anna Kushina. Don’t think about escaping the city because you never will, upupu!

✗ Labrys Mod