Welcome to the Fey Law Offices (II), also known as the Fey Anything Agency!
I, Maya Fey (She/They), am a defense attorney and sprit medium, and head of the office! I am currently 27 years old, and have been defending since late 2018. Feel free to ask me anything you’d like! I’m running this blog for fun!
You can talk to some of my friends and coworkers too! I’d force them to reply even if they didn’t want to, haha:
Diego Armando (He/Him); Defense Attorney
Apollo Justice (He/Him); Defense Attorney
Luke Atmey (He/Any); Private Investigator
Matt Engarde (He/Him); Assistant, + various talents
Pearl Fey (She/Her); Temporary Assistant + Sprit Medium in training
Trucy Armando (She/Any); Magician
Iris (She/They); She hangs out often!
Adrian Andrews (She/Her); Also hangs around sometimes!
That’s pretty much everyone! Though I’ll answer most questions if unspecified!
— Maya Fey
[OOC — Rules and Extra under the cut!]
OOC: Hello! Miracle Mod™️ here, welcome to my blog! Here’s a general timeline + some AU information!
This takes place between AJ and DD, in an AU centered around the bad ending of “Justice for All”. Maya Fey took over Wright and Co. after Phoenix disappeared in order to continue her sister’s legacy.
Matt was found Not Guilty, and cannot be prosecuted under Double Jeopardy even though the truth is public
Maya had the help of a certain other defense attorney to get Adrian acquitted after she was found Guilty
Godot rejoined defense to help Maya once he woke up
Matt Engarde was originally blackmailed into helping out, starting with confessing his guilt, and slowly atoned for his crimes and has changed as a person, for the most part.
Godot was able to keep his badge and stay out of prison as his crime was justifiable.
Luke Atmey got off on an insanity plea, and was kept around both to atone (like Matt) and also because Godot thinks he’s funny
Godot took over the Zak Gramarye trial, and was the one who got disbarred and later adopted Trucy
“I am not sure, but something must have been blocking the window when the blood was created.”
*He paced a little, thinking to himself.*
“An unorthodox weapon, you say? Well, there aren’t many things I’d say are very usual when it comes to smashing windows. Maybe they used their own body for it, for instance.”
— @themiracleneverhappened
Precisely what i thought.
My theory is the culprit used the woman’s own skull to bash in the window.
“I am not sure, but something must have been blocking the window when the blood was created.”
*He paced a little, thinking to himself.*
“An unorthodox weapon, you say? Well, there aren’t many things I’d say are very usual when it comes to smashing windows. Maybe they used their own body for it, for instance.”
— @themiracleneverhappened
Precisely what i thought.
My theory is the culprit used the woman’s own skull to bash in the window.
”I don’t need payment. I’m good with helping, I—hold on—”
*He was not doing great with keeping up in his current state, and it was about halfway through the explanation when his bangs dropped back down, though they still seemed a bit different from Dove, immediately sitting up straight with focus to try and catch the last of what information was being given.*
— @themiracleneverhappened
If you need a minute, go ahead. I can work on this while you get your bearings. Which one are you?
“The others like to nickname be ‘Feint’, so you can call me that too. And thank you, apologies for the inconvenience.”
*He gave a slight bow with the apology. With the dissociation fading, it was much easier to lock in to the conversation. Feint appeared to be less emotional than the other two parts, which was probably much better suited for work.”
“I understand. Matt kept the body name, though he and Dove had fought over it initially. Matt also named the both of us, personally. I already had a name, technically, but I like ‘Feint’ a lot.”
*He took a sip of the tea.*
“There are four of us at the moment. I can’t say if that was always true, however. I knew what I was before the others realized it, but that doesn’t mean I was able to communicate with anyone, or see any sort of ‘Internal World’ regardless. The cons of a more covert disorder.”
Simon and Al are no doubt arguing about something or another right now, either that or watching my movements and thoughts intensely ready to tag in whenever they can.
I love them, but they can be a nuisance.
Speaking of such, would you mind handing me that file over there? It’s labeled “confidential”, so don’t go looking through it
*He delivered it swiftly, not even taking a further glance at the contents, only doing as told.*
”I don’t usually help out in this field… but I’ll do whatever you need me to.”
*Seems criminal affairs aren’t really his strong suit. Probably more expected really, considering the collective background in acting and various athletics*
*He started fidgeting with the model, once again doing exactly as told. Though one thing that slowly became noticeable was how he seemed to refuse to use their left arm when interacting with anything other than the vessel.*
Thank you. According to the autopsy report, the woman was stabbed right through the skull. Unfortunately, the killer escaped with the knife in hand so it isn’t at the scene. However there should be some clues as to the killer’s escape route if you examine the scene some more. Do me a favour and find that evidence please.
*He searched around the model, soon discovering a broken window.*
"Maybe it could have been over here. There's broken glass on the floor inside, and blood lining the windowsill. Though, only part of it, the pattern is a bit weird."
*Glass internally but not externally is notable. The blood itself seemed to be separated at the middle, as if there was something blocking it.*
”I don’t need payment. I’m good with helping, I—hold on—”
*He was not doing great with keeping up in his current state, and it was about halfway through the explanation when his bangs dropped back down, though they still seemed a bit different from Dove, immediately sitting up straight with focus to try and catch the last of what information was being given.*
— @themiracleneverhappened
If you need a minute, go ahead. I can work on this while you get your bearings. Which one are you?
“The others like to nickname be ‘Feint’, so you can call me that too. And thank you, apologies for the inconvenience.”
*He gave a slight bow with the apology. With the dissociation fading, it was much easier to lock in to the conversation. Feint appeared to be less emotional than the other two parts, which was probably much better suited for work.”
“I understand. Matt kept the body name, though he and Dove had fought over it initially. Matt also named the both of us, personally. I already had a name, technically, but I like ‘Feint’ a lot.”
*He took a sip of the tea.*
“There are four of us at the moment. I can’t say if that was always true, however. I knew what I was before the others realized it, but that doesn’t mean I was able to communicate with anyone, or see any sort of ‘Internal World’ regardless. The cons of a more covert disorder.”
Simon and Al are no doubt arguing about something or another right now, either that or watching my movements and thoughts intensely ready to tag in whenever they can.
I love them, but they can be a nuisance.
Speaking of such, would you mind handing me that file over there? It’s labeled “confidential”, so don’t go looking through it
*He delivered it swiftly, not even taking a further glance at the contents, only doing as told.*
”I don’t usually help out in this field… but I’ll do whatever you need me to.”
*Seems criminal affairs aren’t really his strong suit. Probably more expected really, considering the collective background in acting and various athletics*
*He started fidgeting with the model, once again doing exactly as told. Though one thing that slowly became noticeable was how he seemed to refuse to use their left arm when interacting with anything other than the vessel.*
”I don’t need payment. I’m good with helping, I—hold on—”
*He was not doing great with keeping up in his current state, and it was about halfway through the explanation when his bangs dropped back down, though they still seemed a bit different from Dove, immediately sitting up straight with focus to try and catch the last of what information was being given.*
— @themiracleneverhappened
If you need a minute, go ahead. I can work on this while you get your bearings. Which one are you?
“The others like to nickname be ‘Feint’, so you can call me that too. And thank you, apologies for the inconvenience.”
*He gave a slight bow with the apology. With the dissociation fading, it was much easier to lock in to the conversation. Feint appeared to be less emotional than the other two parts, which was probably much better suited for work.”
“I understand. Matt kept the body name, though he and Dove had fought over it initially. Matt also named the both of us, personally. I already had a name, technically, but I like ‘Feint’ a lot.”
*He took a sip of the tea.*
“There are four of us at the moment. I can’t say if that was always true, however. I knew what I was before the others realized it, but that doesn’t mean I was able to communicate with anyone, or see any sort of ‘Internal World’ regardless. The cons of a more covert disorder.”
Simon and Al are no doubt arguing about something or another right now, either that or watching my movements and thoughts intensely ready to tag in whenever they can.
I love them, but they can be a nuisance.
Speaking of such, would you mind handing me that file over there? It’s labeled “confidential”, so don’t go looking through it
*He delivered it swiftly, not even taking a further glance at the contents, only doing as told.*
”I don’t usually help out in this field… but I’ll do whatever you need me to.”
*Seems criminal affairs aren’t really his strong suit. Probably more expected really, considering the collective background in acting and various athletics*
”I don’t need payment. I’m good with helping, I—hold on—”
*He was not doing great with keeping up in his current state, and it was about halfway through the explanation when his bangs dropped back down, though they still seemed a bit different from Dove, immediately sitting up straight with focus to try and catch the last of what information was being given.*
— @themiracleneverhappened
If you need a minute, go ahead. I can work on this while you get your bearings. Which one are you?
“The others like to nickname be ‘Feint’, so you can call me that too. And thank you, apologies for the inconvenience.”
*He gave a slight bow with the apology. With the dissociation fading, it was much easier to lock in to the conversation. Feint appeared to be less emotional than the other two parts, which was probably much better suited for work.”
“I understand. Matt kept the body name, though he and Dove had fought over it initially. Matt also named the both of us, personally. I already had a name, technically, but I like ‘Feint’ a lot.”
*He took a sip of the tea.*
“There are four of us at the moment. I can’t say if that was always true, however. I knew what I was before the others realized it, but that doesn’t mean I was able to communicate with anyone, or see any sort of ‘Internal World’ regardless. The cons of a more covert disorder.”
”I don’t need payment. I’m good with helping, I—hold on—”
*He was not doing great with keeping up in his current state, and it was about halfway through the explanation when his bangs dropped back down, though they still seemed a bit different from Dove, immediately sitting up straight with focus to try and catch the last of what information was being given.*
— @themiracleneverhappened
If you need a minute, go ahead. I can work on this while you get your bearings. Which one are you?
“The others like to nickname be ‘Feint’, so you can call me that too. And thank you, apologies for the inconvenience.”
*He gave a slight bow with the apology. With the dissociation fading, it was much easier to lock in to the conversation. Feint appeared to be less emotional than the other two parts, which was probably much better suited for work.”
I wasn’t there when They needed me most. It wasn’t my choice but I still can’t help but feel guilty. And I then almost got us killed twice when I fronted again…
And now my girlfriend has moved on without me, and They have found someone knew that I don’t feel the same way about. I can never remember her name. It starts with an L I think… Lucifer or some such.
I’m no longer the host, but I’m still the Soul.
-Simon
( @ask-the-layton-system )
”I get it. I mean sure, I’ll be the first to admit I fucked everyone over, I’m the one who called the hit ‘cuz I was trying to protect our ass.”
*He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand.*
“Not that that matters, nobody really cares for the reason, only that I’m guilty. I don’t plan to ever go away, especially since we got to a good place in life, and most the people I hang out with nowadays just tell me to stay quiet about it for my own sake… or whatever.”
*He paused for a moment again.*
“…Y’know, I don’t actually remember much. Before the hit. It’s all a blur to me. It wasn’t always like that so the fact that it’s still ‘lost footage’ kinda pisses me off sometimes.”
*After Fendi took a drink, Matt followed, distrust evaded*
“I risked a lot with the hit itself, we could’ve been executed by now. Or maybe in some other world I got assassinated too like some kinda sick karmic joke.”
*He smirked again, of course unaware of how true that really was*
“…Oh, I also kicked the ass of a murdery loan shark who had strong mafia ties but that was a separate thing, he was being a dick. And a coward. So.”
*He took another drink after dropping that rather nonchalantly*
“…Dove’s okay, he’s more civil, I guess. We get along fine.”
I was shot by a serial killer and fell into a coma
*Fendi looks at his cup, distraught*
Pa got physically assaulted by goons sent by a former PM and also went into a coma for about a month
My uncle once fell from probably 100 meters or so onto the forest floor.
An Mum…. Well she had all that cult stuff she had to deal with. And she had the misfortune of being born in America.
Not to mention my older sister who got kidnapped twice, my younger sister who almost got framed for murder, and whatever the hell Aurora’s up to these days.
“Mama’s the only one still around by now, everyone else either died or left when the whole murder thing came out. Well… I say everyone, but I never knew most my family anyway. I can’t really remember them that well, in general. I think we were always too busy with acting to see anyone outside of our mom, you know? Normal stuff.”
*Decidedly not normal but apparently he is still dodging that conversation at the age of 30. Either way, he lost wherever he was trying to go with that train of thought, closing his mouth again and staring into his drink, as if trying to keep focus better.
*A half-hearted reply to only the last thing Fendi said, as if Matt wasn’t even paying attention. Or at the very least, stopped processing the conversation properly. He blinked a few times, looking back up with a sigh.*
“Yeah life… life sucks sometimes. Happens. Good that you’re doing better though.”
I wasn’t there when They needed me most. It wasn’t my choice but I still can’t help but feel guilty. And I then almost got us killed twice when I fronted again…
And now my girlfriend has moved on without me, and They have found someone knew that I don’t feel the same way about. I can never remember her name. It starts with an L I think… Lucifer or some such.
I’m no longer the host, but I’m still the Soul.
-Simon
( @ask-the-layton-system )
”I get it. I mean sure, I’ll be the first to admit I fucked everyone over, I’m the one who called the hit ‘cuz I was trying to protect our ass.”
*He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand.*
“Not that that matters, nobody really cares for the reason, only that I’m guilty. I don’t plan to ever go away, especially since we got to a good place in life, and most the people I hang out with nowadays just tell me to stay quiet about it for my own sake… or whatever.”
*He paused for a moment again.*
“…Y’know, I don’t actually remember much. Before the hit. It’s all a blur to me. It wasn’t always like that so the fact that it’s still ‘lost footage’ kinda pisses me off sometimes.”
*After Fendi took a drink, Matt followed, distrust evaded*
“I risked a lot with the hit itself, we could’ve been executed by now. Or maybe in some other world I got assassinated too like some kinda sick karmic joke.”
*He smirked again, of course unaware of how true that really was*
“…Oh, I also kicked the ass of a murdery loan shark who had strong mafia ties but that was a separate thing, he was being a dick. And a coward. So.”
*He took another drink after dropping that rather nonchalantly*
“…Dove’s okay, he’s more civil, I guess. We get along fine.”
I was shot by a serial killer and fell into a coma
*Fendi looks at his cup, distraught*
Pa got physically assaulted by goons sent by a former PM and also went into a coma for about a month
My uncle once fell from probably 100 meters or so onto the forest floor.
An Mum…. Well she had all that cult stuff she had to deal with. And she had the misfortune of being born in America.
Not to mention my older sister who got kidnapped twice, my younger sister who almost got framed for murder, and whatever the hell Aurora’s up to these days.
“Mama’s the only one still around by now, everyone else either died or left when the whole murder thing came out. Well… I say everyone, but I never knew most my family anyway. I can’t really remember them that well, in general. I think we were always too busy with acting to see anyone outside of our mom, you know? Normal stuff.”
*Decidedly not normal but apparently he is still dodging that conversation at the age of 30. Either way, he lost wherever he was trying to go with that train of thought, closing his mouth again and staring into his drink, as if trying to keep focus better.
*A half-hearted reply to only the last thing Fendi said, as if Matt wasn’t even paying attention. Or at the very least, stopped processing the conversation properly. He blinked a few times, looking back up with a sigh.*
“Yeah life… life sucks sometimes. Happens. Good that you’re doing better though.”
I wasn’t there when They needed me most. It wasn’t my choice but I still can’t help but feel guilty. And I then almost got us killed twice when I fronted again…
And now my girlfriend has moved on without me, and They have found someone knew that I don’t feel the same way about. I can never remember her name. It starts with an L I think… Lucifer or some such.
I’m no longer the host, but I’m still the Soul.
-Simon
( @ask-the-layton-system )
”I get it. I mean sure, I’ll be the first to admit I fucked everyone over, I’m the one who called the hit ‘cuz I was trying to protect our ass.”
*He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand.*
“Not that that matters, nobody really cares for the reason, only that I’m guilty. I don’t plan to ever go away, especially since we got to a good place in life, and most the people I hang out with nowadays just tell me to stay quiet about it for my own sake… or whatever.”
*He paused for a moment again.*
“…Y’know, I don’t actually remember much. Before the hit. It’s all a blur to me. It wasn’t always like that so the fact that it’s still ‘lost footage’ kinda pisses me off sometimes.”
*After Fendi took a drink, Matt followed, distrust evaded*
“I risked a lot with the hit itself, we could’ve been executed by now. Or maybe in some other world I got assassinated too like some kinda sick karmic joke.”
*He smirked again, of course unaware of how true that really was*
“…Oh, I also kicked the ass of a murdery loan shark who had strong mafia ties but that was a separate thing, he was being a dick. And a coward. So.”
*He took another drink after dropping that rather nonchalantly*
“…Dove’s okay, he’s more civil, I guess. We get along fine.”
I was shot by a serial killer and fell into a coma
*Fendi looks at his cup, distraught*
Pa got physically assaulted by goons sent by a former PM and also went into a coma for about a month
My uncle once fell from probably 100 meters or so onto the forest floor.
An Mum…. Well she had all that cult stuff she had to deal with. And she had the misfortune of being born in America.
Not to mention my older sister who got kidnapped twice, my younger sister who almost got framed for murder, and whatever the hell Aurora’s up to these days.
“Mama’s the only one still around by now, everyone else either died or left when the whole murder thing came out. Well… I say everyone, but I never knew most my family anyway. I can’t really remember them that well, in general. I think we were always too busy with acting to see anyone outside of our mom, you know? Normal stuff.”
*Decidedly not normal but apparently he is still dodging that conversation at the age of 30. Either way, he lost wherever he was trying to go with that train of thought, closing his mouth again and staring into his drink, as if trying to keep focus better.
I wasn’t there when They needed me most. It wasn’t my choice but I still can’t help but feel guilty. And I then almost got us killed twice when I fronted again…
And now my girlfriend has moved on without me, and They have found someone knew that I don’t feel the same way about. I can never remember her name. It starts with an L I think… Lucifer or some such.
I’m no longer the host, but I’m still the Soul.
-Simon
( @ask-the-layton-system )
”I get it. I mean sure, I’ll be the first to admit I fucked everyone over, I’m the one who called the hit ‘cuz I was trying to protect our ass.”
*He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand.*
“Not that that matters, nobody really cares for the reason, only that I’m guilty. I don’t plan to ever go away, especially since we got to a good place in life, and most the people I hang out with nowadays just tell me to stay quiet about it for my own sake… or whatever.”
*He paused for a moment again.*
“…Y’know, I don’t actually remember much. Before the hit. It’s all a blur to me. It wasn’t always like that so the fact that it’s still ‘lost footage’ kinda pisses me off sometimes.”
*After Fendi took a drink, Matt followed, distrust evaded*
“I risked a lot with the hit itself, we could’ve been executed by now. Or maybe in some other world I got assassinated too like some kinda sick karmic joke.”
*He smirked again, of course unaware of how true that really was*
“…Oh, I also kicked the ass of a murdery loan shark who had strong mafia ties but that was a separate thing, he was being a dick. And a coward. So.”
*He took another drink after dropping that rather nonchalantly*
“…Dove’s okay, he’s more civil, I guess. We get along fine.”
I wasn’t there when They needed me most. It wasn’t my choice but I still can’t help but feel guilty. And I then almost got us killed twice when I fronted again…
And now my girlfriend has moved on without me, and They have found someone knew that I don’t feel the same way about. I can never remember her name. It starts with an L I think… Lucifer or some such.
I’m no longer the host, but I’m still the Soul.
-Simon
( @ask-the-layton-system )
”I get it. I mean sure, I’ll be the first to admit I fucked everyone over, I’m the one who called the hit ‘cuz I was trying to protect our ass.”
*He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand.*
“Not that that matters, nobody really cares for the reason, only that I’m guilty. I don’t plan to ever go away, especially since we got to a good place in life, and most the people I hang out with nowadays just tell me to stay quiet about it for my own sake… or whatever.”
*He paused for a moment again.*
“…Y’know, I don’t actually remember much. Before the hit. It’s all a blur to me. It wasn’t always like that so the fact that it’s still ‘lost footage’ kinda pisses me off sometimes.”
"Well you don't have to make us sound so stereotypical..."
*He was a bit exasperated, but relaxed.*
"Okayyy dude, whatever you want, just don't hurt the body bad, OK? I have plans later."
*He sighed, turning around to talk to 'himself' for a moment. After a brief consultation, he pushed his bangs back out of his face and straightened up his appearance, gaining a more cocky demeanor before turning around, the scar fully on display*
"You're kind of weird, aren't you? I'm the real Matt Engarde, guilty as charged. Whadd'you want?"
*He was more mellowed out than in the past, and that somewhat came across, though he was a bit ticked off right now.*
-- @themiracleneverhappened
*he smirks, and places a hand on Matt’s shoulder*
You’re a fucking coward. Why’d you call a hit on a man? Too weak to do it yourself? I despise killers like that… yet also they fascinate me.
(Al you really aren’t beating the “has a weird murder kink” allegations)
*He looked down at the hand apathetically, and then back at Al.*
"Bringing up old dirt, are we? I wasn't a coward, I was being smart. Calling a hit was the only choice I had, not that you'd get that. At least, that's how I felt at the time. Why do you care?"
I’m a goddamn Layton and I leave no puzzle unsolved!
*he pushes Matt away suddenly, and clutches his head*
Ugh…. Fuck… owww…
*his hair changes to blue and he grabs something from his jacket pocket. It’s a pair of glasses. He puts them on, and looks at Matt as if nothing happened*
Hello there, Mr Engarde. Apologies for Heart’s… everything. He loves killers like you so it’s almost impossible for us to keep him away. He didn’t hurt you, did he?
“Nah, I’m fine. I was kinda interested in where that was supposed to be going, actually. I didn’t think I was such a cool little puzzle, sounds like something a therapist would tell me.”
*He frowned.*
“I don’t like being called a killer. I did a lot of work to move past that, it’s not something I take lightly to being hung over my head, especially if you start getting others involved, alright? If the court can’t do anything, you can’t either.”
*A pause, and a smirk.*
“Mister Puzzler is free to do whatever though, that was almost entertaining.”
”Hey man, I didn’t mean it weird either, I was genuinely curious where that murdery thing was going.”
*He put his hands up in surrender before dropping it.*
“…Pleasure to meet you. As I said, I’m Matt. You can call the other one Dove but he doesn’t really care either way. There’s a few others but I doubt they’ll show unless something weird happens. Not that I can ever predict what the stupid brain has planned.”
Well, seeing as you’re already here, would you like some tea? I’m sure I have something for that somewhere…. Fendi is absolute shit at remembering to stay organized…
”Oh yeah, sure. I don’t have anything going on anyway, I never know what Dove’s thinking when he wanders places. Mostly ‘cuz he doesn’t have a brain. That’s his purpose anyway, sit there ‘n look pretty.”
*He waved that off, moving to wander around the room himself.*
”You know, I’ve never gone dormant. Though everyone wished I would.”
*He leaned against a wall, observing Simon.*
“Or maybe I just don’t know I did. We figured this shit out late, I can’t say what exactly was going on up to a certain point. I thought I was just really fucking good at acting to be honest. I wasn’t even the host for a while and I didn’t know it.”
*He accepted the gift, though he didn’t drink any just yet. Evidently, he seemed to almost not trust it. A lingering habit from the past.*
”I dunno, Dove was the host for a while I think, but after shit went downhill I took over instead ‘cuz I’m the only one who knows how to handle shit hitting the fan, apparently. I mean, back then, there was no reason to try and save a reputation that no longer existed. You know? I got lucky to still be decently well off today, and I acknowledge that fact.”
You don’t have to be nice to my character. You don’t have to hold your character back. I am perfectly okay with consequences. I don’t consider powerful characters using those powers to be godmodding. Some things might require a little bit of a chat before hand, but go crazy, kids. Conflict is part of story telling.
"Well you don't have to make us sound so stereotypical..."
*He was a bit exasperated, but relaxed.*
"Okayyy dude, whatever you want, just don't hurt the body bad, OK? I have plans later."
*He sighed, turning around to talk to 'himself' for a moment. After a brief consultation, he pushed his bangs back out of his face and straightened up his appearance, gaining a more cocky demeanor before turning around, the scar fully on display*
"You're kind of weird, aren't you? I'm the real Matt Engarde, guilty as charged. Whadd'you want?"
*He was more mellowed out than in the past, and that somewhat came across, though he was a bit ticked off right now.*
-- @themiracleneverhappened
*he smirks, and places a hand on Matt’s shoulder*
You’re a fucking coward. Why’d you call a hit on a man? Too weak to do it yourself? I despise killers like that… yet also they fascinate me.
(Al you really aren’t beating the “has a weird murder kink” allegations)
*He looked down at the hand apathetically, and then back at Al.*
"Bringing up old dirt, are we? I wasn't a coward, I was being smart. Calling a hit was the only choice I had, not that you'd get that. At least, that's how I felt at the time. Why do you care?"
I’m a goddamn Layton and I leave no puzzle unsolved!
*he pushes Matt away suddenly, and clutches his head*
Ugh…. Fuck… owww…
*his hair changes to blue and he grabs something from his jacket pocket. It’s a pair of glasses. He puts them on, and looks at Matt as if nothing happened*
Hello there, Mr Engarde. Apologies for Heart’s… everything. He loves killers like you so it’s almost impossible for us to keep him away. He didn’t hurt you, did he?
“Nah, I’m fine. I was kinda interested in where that was supposed to be going, actually. I didn’t think I was such a cool little puzzle, sounds like something a therapist would tell me.”
*He frowned.*
“I don’t like being called a killer. I did a lot of work to move past that, it’s not something I take lightly to being hung over my head, especially if you start getting others involved, alright? If the court can’t do anything, you can’t either.”
*A pause, and a smirk.*
“Mister Puzzler is free to do whatever though, that was almost entertaining.”
”Hey man, I didn’t mean it weird either, I was genuinely curious where that murdery thing was going.”
*He put his hands up in surrender before dropping it.*
“…Pleasure to meet you. As I said, I’m Matt. You can call the other one Dove but he doesn’t really care either way. There’s a few others but I doubt they’ll show unless something weird happens. Not that I can ever predict what the stupid brain has planned.”
Well, seeing as you’re already here, would you like some tea? I’m sure I have something for that somewhere…. Fendi is absolute shit at remembering to stay organized…
”Oh yeah, sure. I don’t have anything going on anyway, I never know what Dove’s thinking when he wanders places. Mostly ‘cuz he doesn’t have a brain. That’s his purpose anyway, sit there ‘n look pretty.”
*He waved that off, moving to wander around the room himself.*
”You know, I’ve never gone dormant. Though everyone wished I would.”
*He leaned against a wall, observing Simon.*
“Or maybe I just don’t know I did. We figured this shit out late, I can’t say what exactly was going on up to a certain point. I thought I was just really fucking good at acting to be honest. I wasn’t even the host for a while and I didn’t know it.”
"Well you don't have to make us sound so stereotypical..."
*He was a bit exasperated, but relaxed.*
"Okayyy dude, whatever you want, just don't hurt the body bad, OK? I have plans later."
*He sighed, turning around to talk to 'himself' for a moment. After a brief consultation, he pushed his bangs back out of his face and straightened up his appearance, gaining a more cocky demeanor before turning around, the scar fully on display*
"You're kind of weird, aren't you? I'm the real Matt Engarde, guilty as charged. Whadd'you want?"
*He was more mellowed out than in the past, and that somewhat came across, though he was a bit ticked off right now.*
-- @themiracleneverhappened
*he smirks, and places a hand on Matt’s shoulder*
You’re a fucking coward. Why’d you call a hit on a man? Too weak to do it yourself? I despise killers like that… yet also they fascinate me.
(Al you really aren’t beating the “has a weird murder kink” allegations)
*He looked down at the hand apathetically, and then back at Al.*
"Bringing up old dirt, are we? I wasn't a coward, I was being smart. Calling a hit was the only choice I had, not that you'd get that. At least, that's how I felt at the time. Why do you care?"
I’m a goddamn Layton and I leave no puzzle unsolved!
*he pushes Matt away suddenly, and clutches his head*
Ugh…. Fuck… owww…
*his hair changes to blue and he grabs something from his jacket pocket. It’s a pair of glasses. He puts them on, and looks at Matt as if nothing happened*
Hello there, Mr Engarde. Apologies for Heart’s… everything. He loves killers like you so it’s almost impossible for us to keep him away. He didn’t hurt you, did he?
“Nah, I’m fine. I was kinda interested in where that was supposed to be going, actually. I didn’t think I was such a cool little puzzle, sounds like something a therapist would tell me.”
*He frowned.*
“I don’t like being called a killer. I did a lot of work to move past that, it’s not something I take lightly to being hung over my head, especially if you start getting others involved, alright? If the court can’t do anything, you can’t either.”
*A pause, and a smirk.*
“Mister Puzzler is free to do whatever though, that was almost entertaining.”
”Hey man, I didn’t mean it weird either, I was genuinely curious where that murdery thing was going.”
*He put his hands up in surrender before dropping it.*
“…Pleasure to meet you. As I said, I’m Matt. You can call the other one Dove but he doesn’t really care either way. There’s a few others but I doubt they’ll show unless something weird happens. Not that I can ever predict what the stupid brain has planned.”
Well, seeing as you’re already here, would you like some tea? I’m sure I have something for that somewhere…. Fendi is absolute shit at remembering to stay organized…
”Oh yeah, sure. I don’t have anything going on anyway, I never know what Dove’s thinking when he wanders places. Mostly ‘cuz he doesn’t have a brain. That’s his purpose anyway, sit there ‘n look pretty.”
*He waved that off, moving to wander around the room himself.*
