#verteufelts

[academyofdespair-blog]

Hello. I apologize but I will be dropping Kristoph Gavin of Ace Attorney. He was housed in apartment #104. Thank you!

Dropped!

✗ Labrys Mod

[aceattxrney]

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It was something that had fallen into more of a routine than he had intended. Granted clearance to the solitary confinement cells by the guard at the door, magatama clutched tightly in hand & a bag hung from his wrist. Coming across the cell, he stopped just short of the middle, turning on his heel to face him with a disappointed expression. He could say nothing, but he didn't need to. They both knew why he was here.

Something told him to keep going back. The same something that led him to decide to be here today, to spend Valentine's Day with Kristoph of all people in this world -- the filthy murderer who snatched away his badge & hope with forged evidence & a disgusting facade. To make his intentions to pry again, pry until those black locks were destroyed so that it would push off his own conscious & maybe then he could be free.

The personal attachment seemed to continue to fester and grow the same as it started those seven years ago, the more he let Kristoph Gavin keep him so close at bay with these unsolved questions. These visits should have been over a year ago, the full signal that Phoenix Wright was not in his palm -- but he found himself there again & again, wishing for the slightest bit of truth in his words & maybe even an excuse. 

Sympathy for the devil, even if he'd never defend the guilty.

[kidamasaomi]

verteufelts replied to your post: > quietly apologizes for staying of...

boops your face, don’t be sorry for giving yourself an extra day off! It is good for peace of mind~ <3

thank u bun. ;v; you're a doll. ilu. ♥

[academyofdespair-blog]

Upon prior reserve, here is Kristoph Gavin of Ace Attorney. His application can be found under "/APPLICATION." or on a link on his blog.

Welcome to Hope’s Peak, Kristoph!

You will be roomed in apartment #104 with your new roommates 10k and Yuma. Don’t think about escaping the city because you never will, upupu!

Ω Scythe mod™

[perfectiioniist]

verteufelts.

              "mister kristoph gavin, was it?                 i've been told that you were the                 defense attorney for the wiley                 case, correct?"

                               she  couldn't  care  less  about  the  case                                itself, she only needs the evidence used                                to  defend  the  accused.  as  fate  would                                have it, that same evidence is the evidence                                she needs to convict someone of murder,                                and without it the prospects of winning the                                case seem low.

              "i would assume you still                 have the evidence from                        the case."

[diabolicismss]

"Kristoph, my dearest.  What a mess you've made of yourself, but I suppose you reap what you sow, no? Look at you.  So deliciously ruined. From this, you shall never rise again."

[spiritualattorneyarchive-blog]

         [ She's got all her files in order, and is at the courthouse an hour and a half before her trial starts--Mia is a firm believer in that old Boy Scout phrase, be prepared. And she is more than prepared for this trial; it helps that she's got this one in the bag. ]

            [ For now, all she needs is her traditional cup of coffee; she's always thankful that there's a vending machine that dispenses it in the courthouse. As she waits for the machine to finish, she crosses her arms and taps her foot, clearly deep in thought. Something moves in the corner of her eye--she glances over, and moves to the side a little. ]

       Good thing this is here, hmmm? [ She smiles warmly, nodding to the other. ] Not the best coffee ever, but it does the trick.

[wrightish]

(#NOT SA) a meeting.

It was not often that Phoenix would receive visitors, not in this frigid hell hole of a restaurant. No one would want to travel to such a trashy location unless they planned on hearing a terrible pianist grieving the loss of something more important than good music--so he knew exactly who to expect when the footsteps reverberated along the walls of the basement. 

"Kristoph, it's been awhile," he sneered at the lawyer who appeared at the stairwell, and waved languidly to a chair--one of the many empty chairs in the room. "I can't believe you left me here to rot, all alone," he pouted teasingly and then turned around to play a tune. Phoenix knew Kristoph hated it, but it made their friendship all the better.

While he "played" (it seemed to be more like "slam the life out of lifeless keys") the piano he began to speak in a loud voice. "What's your law firm taking lately? I miss the sweet brass badge I once had--so you have to paint me a picture of what's going on," he began to play with a little less force, but all the while he managed to make it sound even worse.

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