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Happy new year, little brother. Here is to another year in which I am still better than you!

Here”s to anoter year n which you learn that whippign people in a court of law is ot acceptable

BURM

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This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars (ayyy lmao)

War is declared on the city state of Nox, and all able citizens are drafted in to military. No excuses; everyone able to work to defend is given a role, and they must fight to protect their city from the incoming forces.

Miles Edgeworth, noted for his brilliant abilities as logician, is drafted in as a civilian battle commander to analyse enemy forces and direct the war effort. His adoptive sister, Franziska von Karma, is a fierce and dedicated fighter, and works with him to coordinate the troops on the field. Kyoko Sakura and Nico Di’Angelo are soldiers under Franziska. They look out for each other and are an effective unit, but Kyoko eventually martyrs herself to protect Nico on a key mission, and Nico is left a heartbroken victim of the war.

Eventually their efforts, as well as the efforts of the rest of Nox’s citizens, lead to the war being won and the enemy forces beating a retreat. The sun shines down on the ravaged streets; it’s won, but at what cost?

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An Unexpected Visitor // Franziska & Miles RP

It'd been three weeks since Miles Edgeworth last set foot in his apartment, and he was relieved to be back. A request from one of his colleagues overseas had seen him whisked away from Nox at short notice to help with a cross-country case involving three different legal systems. As he was a student of international law and had experience in all three of the systems involved, he'd been called in as an expert witness to help figure out the legal overlaps. It'd been a hard few weeks of mentally taxing work, and he quite needed the rest.

He was then equal parts surprised and annoyed to be confronted with his adoptive sister slumped over his dining table, asleep, when he walked in. Breathing slowly and steadily, he calmly hung up his coat and placed his suitcase in the corner, before walking over in measured paces and taking a seat opposite her.

"Franziska," he said, slightly louder than was strictly necessary and with a sharp edge to his tone, "Just what do you think you are doing here?"