Living dead

An alternate universe in which Godot is a huge dick. Oh wait.  ❅ Timeline: Post T&T.

[toxicdoses]

Remade;; There's still nothing on the new blog and I'm working on pages and such but point is, feel free to follow the new blog and unfollow this one. ]]

[mad-girlwithabox]

[noesjazzmeandering]

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Charlie Rouse - You Don’t Know What Love Is

Yeah (1960)

[noesjazzmeandering]

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Thelonious Monk - Memories Of You

It’s Monk’s Time (1964)

[msdahliahawthorne1-deactivated2]

"…Oh."

“You’re back."

[toxicdoses]

"So now instead of slipping venom into cups you're slipping poison into your words huh... you haven't changed at all."

"Missed me much, princess?"

[toxicdoses]

Mr. Godot! How have you been? ((Helloooo mun~! Hope you've been well too!))

Afraid to say that I’ve been rather unproductive. I wasted a lot of time on sleeping, shame on me.

What about yourself, kitten?

[garounthropy]

Well glad to see you’re around again, I just needed someone to annoy.

And uhh, dunno if you really wanna listen to all the crap I got into. Too much nonsense… you’ll end up facepalming so hard you’ll break those weird glasses.

To cut it short, it’s all about ghosts and missing people.

[toxicdoses]

Adding some sugar into a bitter blend gives you a funny mixture. A little odd but most certainly not unwelcome.

Nice to hear that I've been missed.

...you should place the little hammer in my hand and be the judge of that, Moony. No matter how bizarre the story is, I'm more than willing to listen to you.

[toxicdoses]

Hi, Mr. Godot!

…quite amazing how the presence of certain people can brighten up your day.

Good timing, sugar-cube.

How have you been?

[toxicdoses]

[[ I logged on just when I actually have to head off to bed ooofff omg I'm so sorry. I'll get to replies once I'll wake up aaaand I'll be more active on Godot I PROMISE Because the ace attorney roleplaying community is one of the best and I missed some guys so much.

Excuse my rustiness in Godot-ing, I'll get in character asap kisses everyone who still put up with my inactive blog.

[toxicdoses]

when-full-moon-rises replied to your post: Why hello zombie coffee dude.

Could be better. I was wondering where you were, but if you say you raised from hell you must have been kinda dead.

That's true. Though the trip wasn't exactly planned, I prefer not going into details.

But enough about me -- not to be nosy or anything but if you got something you'd like to get off your chest then don't hold back. It's unhealthy.

...I might as well offer my assistance to lift your mood a little.

[toxicdoses]

Why hello zombie coffee dude.

Ha…! Quite a creative nickname you came up with.

Nice to see you again, Moony. How have you been?

[toxicdoses]

Guess who has returned from hell.

[turnaboutdefenseattorney]

toxicdoses started following you

  toxicdoses started following you

Phoenix was surprised to see a certain coffee loving prosecutor visiting his office. He haven’t seen him since the last trial. He still wished he hadn’t gone to prison.

"G-Godot, I mean Mr. Armando. To what do I owe you for this visit?"

[toxicdoses]

His eyes lazily scanned the office behind his robotic-goggles until he eventually, fixed his gaze at the defense attorney. Familiar faces like those always threw him a few years back, especially when they also associated him with his real name. A name he wanted to bury and never stain any further.

The blind prosecutor shoved his hand into one of his pants' pockets and threw his head slightly backwards as he allowed a smug grin to dance gracefully upon his lips.

"...long time no see, Trite. I was wondering how's life been treating you.", if you thought that some quality time behind the bars is going to change any of Godot's habits - you're awfully wrong.

[midwestern-grey-blog]

“I wasn’t… Hey, I wasn’t trying to make you the bad guy. I don’t like when people worry…” She lowered her arms and stared, “You were in the hospital?”

[toxicdoses]

"Frankly, I don't remember much. I was about to have a cup of coffee when the darkness inside the mug got hooked up with reality. I felt numbness and worst of all, I felt weak. But even so, I refused to loosen my grip around life. It's too early for me to return to hell."

[midwestern-grey-blog]

“I’m not throwin’ a hissy-fit… You had people worried about you.” She crossed her arms and grunted, “Sorry…”

[toxicdoses]

"Ha...! You're giving me the 'bad guy' title in this story and I just opened the book. I'd ask to be forgiven myself but I have nothing to be sorry about whatsoever. ...kinda hard to inform anyone about being hospitalized when the doctors nowadays are strict."

[midwestern-grey-blog]

toxicdoses replied to your post: Hmmmph. I don’t know why you guys are bad mouthing…

Some things are better to be left unsaid, baby-doll.

“You… I haven’t seen you in DAYS, so I don’t know if I want to believe you.”

[toxicdoses]

"Throwing a hissy-fit so soon, kitten? You are no fun. Also, if I were you I wouldn't jump the gun so quick... I had a reason to be absent. A good one too, I assure you."

[toxicdoses]

Stepping back.

The blind prosecutor trashed the empty paper-cup which contained coffee not that long ago and took a stance at the entrance to the village. He has heard plenty about it from Mia before, however, he never got the chance to visit the place considering how the two of them were so busy working over a riddling case that they disconnected from the world which surrounded them.

There was another reason why he avoided entering the place. Kurain village possessed a strong spiritual aura which made him feel uneasy. It was as if the voices of the deceased gave him a cold and silent greeting -- reminding him that he was the mastermind behind Misty Fey's death. The more his mind wandered into the past, the louder the voices became and before he completely would've lost it, he turned his back to the noise and tried to settle down the chaos inside his head.

His steps were slow and he masked his hesitation as he stepped into the village, his grey-eyes scanned the area behind the robotic glasses he wore. The place resembled slightly the Hazakura Temple but... get a hold of yourself, old man. It is in the past. But he couldn't do that, not quite yet. Despite his knowledge and wisdom he was a prisoner, a criminal who was enslaved by his own mistakes and downfall.

Eventually, he made it to the Fey manor. He was nervous but excited at the same time. Getting the chance to spend some time with a member of the Fey family was... something he wouldn't miss it for the world. When he moved the door to the side, he mustered a soft smiled,

"Pearl?"

He was careful not to be too loud, but he also made sure that his voice would be in a proper tone to reach her ears if she was somewhere around, perhaps waiting for him. After all, she was the one to request from him to come over...