#twisting-axioms

[spiderstaff]

@twisting-axioms​

Crap. She’s almost busted this time, and she knows it. Her attempt to get a feel for this city isn’t going as planned; she tried to steal from what looked to be an easy target... until his dog spotted her.

So now she’s running through the streets, hoping she doesn’t get caught, and she almost runs smack-dab into the person in front of her.

‘Wow, this guy’s really tall!’ she thinks. ‘...and in a really convenient place.’

“Here,” she says, handing the stolen wallet up to him. “This is for you.”

She prepares to make a getaway, glancing behind her.

“And if some spiky-haired guy comes looking for it, you didn’t get it from me. What kind of name is ‘Phoenix’, anyway?”

[wrightsideofthelaw]

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He doesn’t intend to stay long on the festival’s third night; but he thought he had to at least attend. There are a few names he wants to remember, after all...

It’s dark, and with any luck, no one will notice him. He especially doesn’t want to run into anyone he knows, given that he’s dressed down. He’s lucky the powers that be let him keep some of his own clothes; though he’s sure Miles disapproves.

Luck’s not on his side, however, as he almost immediately spots someone he knows on his way to the beach. Is it too late to pretend he hadn’t seen him? Probably, given the fact that they’d made eye contact.

He braces for impact; there’s no way he’s ever living this outfit down.

“...Good evening, Prosecutor Blackquill. It’s, uh... a beautiful night for a festival?”

[eraserxhead-blog]

@twisting-axioms

Take a day off work, go to therapy, that was the advice he’d been given. It’ll work, they said, it’ll help manage the depression and trauma built up in the last few months. It may have been the chilling weather bothering old injuries in his arms and shoulders caused his visible irritation. It could have been his ever present mental health declining that caused his frustration. Aizawa knew it was rational to get help managing this but it didn’t mean he had to like it.

Strangers. He hated putting his personal problems out for strangers to see. His frustration evident when he sat down in a chair, shoulders hunched and arms crossed in front of maybe 6 or 8 strangers. This included their therapist, suggesting group therapy would help ease everyone into a comfort zone.

Needless to say, Aizawa was far out of his, agitated, his leg bounced quietly.

[rockstarprosecutor]

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Klavier looks around the sea of people, frowning. There are so many people he doesn’t recognize, and this city is so big. The only familiar face he’s encountered so far has been... unfortunate. And he isn’t sure where to go from here

His attention is drawn by a loud screech, and he turns at the familiar sound. Was that...?

“Taka?”

Klavier puts his arm out, allowing the bird to perch on it, looking around as he scratches her head. If Taka is here, that can only mean her master isn’t far behind...

Taka flies off as quickly as she landed, and Klavier jogs to follow her as she perches on someone’s shoulder. The imposing figure was turned the other way, presumably looking for Taka, but Klavier would recognize him anywhere. He calls out, waving his hand in the air to catch the man’s attention.

“Simon? Hey! Simon, over here!”

[isolaradiale]

Hi! I'm here to app my boi Simon here from Ace Attorney! Application is under /app and the in-progress stats page is under /stats. OOC contact is Fopdoodle #1486, if you want it. Thank you! (Bless you mods ily)

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, feather eater!

You will be housed in HOUSE 101.

You will retain all power and weapon unlocks!

– mod altair.

[wrightsideofthelaw]

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Phoenix strolls the library, frowning at the shelves as he looks over the books.

He’d hoped being in a familiar place, surrounded by textbooks, might make him feel at home, but so far all he’d gained was a headache. The complicated law books seem to mock him, but that was something he was used to.

There were only a few other patrons in the library, and Nick put back the book he was looking at... these were more Miles’s sort of thing anyway. He sighs, running a hand through his hair as he starts out of the law section, only stopping as he realizes there’s another person looking through the law books.

He stops in his tracks, glancing from the person’s coat to the hawk perched on his shoulder. There was no mistaking him, and Nick considers trying to run... the last thing he needed was a hawk to the face today. But still, any bit of familiarity was a blessing in this city...

“Excuse me? Prosecutor Blackquill? Uh... nice to see you!”

[isolaradiale]

I REALLY hate to do this, but my job is kicking my ass right now, so I'm gonna go ahead and drop Simon Blackquill from Ace Attorney (he was in house 129). I might try again when things have calmed down. My apologies to everyone I was plotting with

He’ll be dropped!

-- ⋆ δCaeli

[inexcitabilis-blog1]

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Very surprising to find Italian cuisine in this place, even with the cream sodas that was much too sweet for his tastes, but he could tell it was one such recipe. It was still nice to see such things. Kind of nostalgia he never allowed himself to dwell in back when he was... Risotto blinked, staring at the pale blue sky briefly again before the sudden tap-tap-tap of someone rushing by caught his attention. He didn’t hesitate when his arm flung out and grabbed the stranger by the shoulder, in their hand a wallet. Thievery, he knew it when he saw it.

But this was none of his business. Judging by the fact that law enforcement that speckled the place was doing nothing of such, he simply glowered at the stranger-- a kid perhaps. With a quick word, he had the wallet dropped into his other hand and the kid rushed off. He wasn’t remotely surprised. Risotto himself was out of that kind of lifestyle. He opened the wallet briefly to see who this belonged to and snapped it shut. In the pocket it would go until he found it’s owner.