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Your name is Khana Woadi and you have been touched by things not from this material plane.

This has been your reality for your entire life. You did not know to find this strange; the urge to push it away was taught, unnatural like your appearance seemed to be to others, inflicted by the outside world like any other wound.

Your name is Khana Woadi. Your angelic guide's name is Galladia. It is a force to be reckoned with. It booms with a bodiless voice in your dreams; it looms over your shoulder in your waking moments. It passes judgment from its place on high, on a different plane completely.

( What do you know about responsibility? )

dmnim

Your name is [ Justice ] and it's not really a name as it is a calling.

You tell the people that is your name because that is the most straightforward way for them to understand what you are. It isn't so much an issue about who you are; you don't have an identity so much as you have a mission. It's your essence. It's you.

( Close your eyes to shut out the world. Open them to travel to new ones. )

dmnim

Your name is Madris and it's time to make a journey.

You're young. But you're old enough to leave. You're young but you need to gain experience to stop being inexperienced. It's only logical.

( You know what you need to do. )

dmnim

Your name is Khana Woadi and you're a sargeant serving your seventh year out in the field. You've spent a good chunk of your life out here; your fellow soldiers, those whom you have taught and those who have taught you, those who have fought by your side and those who have left you, have become your family and friends. It is with these people that you have found a sense of belonging and community.

( Read more... )

dmnim

Your name is [ Jesus Christ ] [ Rhoden Crosley ] [ Leliana Elinoa ] and you have just returned from an expedition in an abandoned holding cell. It turned out to be a hidden room, a study belonging to the woman responsible for your current circumstances. There, you found her old notes, a glimpse into her life before it crossed paths with yours. You could sit down with these notes and perhaps delve deeper into the problem that dragged you here, but first, you're due to get some rest.

Back at the castle, you're welcomed rather casually; at this point, you have come to the castle doors so often that you've at least made eye contact with every guard in the rotation.

It is mid-afternoon. You have the rest of the day to do whatever your heart desires.

dmnim

Your name is [ Jesus Christ ] [ Rhoden Crosley ] [ Leliana Elinoa ] and you have been called upon by one of the princes of the shoreline kingdom, Scorage.

The question is, which one?

Up until now, your journey as a ragtag trio has been full of ups and downs. You have encountered fussy yet absent-minded wizards, shape-shifting hamsters, various ocean scents, adorable gay teen researchers, and enough Sahuagins to last you a lifetime. Sometimes, you're not sure how you ended up here; sometimes, it is difficult to really comprehend that happenstance could take you to such lengths and heights.
( discontent, misfitting, ain't none of that )

beanstalk2018

Uh, so then there's this chick Rosaline, who Romeo's got the hots for, except, like, she won't put out, and it's makin' him real sad in the dick.

[Mellow midafternoon light's spilling into Scout's room through the window, projecting a stretched-out rectangle onto the checkered rug in the middle of the floor. Sprawled out on his back on the futon in the corner, Scout can't help but feel like now'd be the perfect time for a nap. Or, y'know. Literally anything other than English tutoring.

He bounces the baseball in his hands off the far wall, catches it again, like he's been doing the past half hour. Good thing no one else is home or he might be getting some complaints from next door. He bounces the ball again, catches it, heaves a sigh. ]

And then Benvolio's all, "There's other fish in the sea, bro," and Romeo's like... Uh, y'know. He's all... [Nope. That's it for intelligent thought for the day. Scout's tapped out. Turning his head to look over at Spy, he smiles as winningly as possible. ] Break?

un_beau_coquin

[There's something really charming about the visual arts building, Spy decides as his shoes make satisfying clicks every time he moves.

Here in the drawing studio, the ceiling is high and there's a light kit set up on the right side of the room. Both he and Scout occupy the corner closest to the door. Spy has his back propped up against the wall, seated in a shitty stool and trying to preserve his posture. Beside him, he watches Scout scribble on an elevated, slanted drawing table. Spy's feet are balanced against the rung in the stool, his bent knees a few inches away from his companion's side.]

So what are you drawing?

[There's no real reason for Spy to be here, but he'd wager a pack of cigarettes that Scout appreciates the company. It's pretty late, and at least they grabbed dinner before they left, and thus the building is far from busy. Every now and then, Spy can hear footsteps in the distance, but no one enters the room they occupy.]

perceivesjustice

[It's been a while since That Case wrapped up. That Case meaning the one that Mr. Wright managed to pull off with that Jurist System he'd been working on for so long (not that it stuck around for very long, seeing as Mr. Wright is not actually a lawyer and technically does not have much to do with the legal world anymore), the one where Apollo could barely find his voice as it came to a close. Flying through court cases by the seat of his pants is definitely not something Apollo would like to repeat, and yet he had found himself doing it over and over.

But for now... He's taking a break. Helping around the office. Aiding Trucy with her new tricks (mostly of his own volition). Supervising Mr. Wright and his efforts to take the bar exam again. But, of course, he's found that there is yet another loose end he needs to tie up.

Prosecutor Klavier Gavin... While no longer taking the music world by storm, he's still rocking the legal world. And although Apollo has seen it fit to keep up with the current events in their shared territory, Apollo had deemed it more appropriate to give his rival some space as of late, considering he had lost some important people in the course of their time battling each other. But seeing as some time has passed, Apollo has become... worried, of all things. Gavin is a grown man, and a very capable one at that. Apollo owes him his thanks at the very least, for all Gavin has done for him. However, he hasn't heard a word from him, and his imagination is starting to take him in places he'd rather not go.

The best course of action, in this case, is to put those thoughts to rest and see the man himself. It wouldn't be very polite of him to storm Gavin's front step, so Apollo goes for the next best thing: his office. Gavin's secretary lets him approach the office door, blank-faced and almost unhelpful. Still, it's better than nothing, and so Apollo will hang onto that thought as he knocks on the door.]

un_beau_coquin

spy and scout with a lonely medic

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un_beau_coquin

[Adaptation is Spy's game. In fact, it's his life. But time is a tricky mistress, and the body works in cycles; becoming accustomed to one lifestyle in a few months can be a long process, a tiring process, a taxing one.

Waking up one day with the experience and memories of such a process? It's jarring, to say the least. Spy's body is familiar with the sounds of the sirens alerting the team of a new work day, his ears know the sound of boots against wood floors and the sound of metal against metal as guns are picked up, cleaned, and loaded up. But his mind is elsewhere.

Did all that... really happen? A quaint American town with supernatural qualities. There had been unsafe milk, drones, killer bears... For a while, he'd even gone without his mask. A lot of cheese, too, and drinking with Sniper.

Sniper. He'd... They'd... Well. If there's one way to confirm whether or not he's been having a fit of hallucinations, it would be to talk to Sniper. Not that he's hard to find-- the man is about fifty percent legs, after all.]

Sniper-- do you 'ave a moment?

un_beau_coquin

[The big issue here isn't getting fired. No, Spy will be fine for now, considering all that he's saved. Losing a resource as powerful as RED and Mann Co in general is a blow indeed, but Spy can get by. Right now, he's more concerned about living and making sure none of his loose ends catch up to him.

Most of the things he's taking back with him are either essential or expensive. The weapon magazines and catalogues sent by RED are still sitting in his old quarters, along with some leisure books and even some pieces of his old uniform. The suit has always been a part of his look, so he keeps some of it; they make for some decent padding for the wine stored in the trunk of his car.

With his tie slung around his neck and his jacket over his arm, Spy makes a mental checklist of all he needs. His life is pretty much stowed away in his wallet: bank cards, multiple IDs, cash, miniature cloaking device, plane tickets... He pats his pants pocket for the only thing that doesn't fit in his wallet: his passport. Not that he'll need it for the flight, but it's good to have these things just in case.

A tiny part of his brain nags at him, urging him to feel sentimental about leaving his workplace of over four years. But to hell with that - god knows this won't be the last he's seen of them.

When Scout hobbles up to his car, a mess of stupidity and arm casts, Spy is tempted to slam the door in his face and make him eat his dust trail. But, of course, the little mongrel has to pull the mother card and all of a sudden Spy feels responsible.]

I have a jet leaving in fifty minutes. You've got twenty. Get in the car.

demotivation

["We're really all that made it?"

The question echoes through Grif's head, bouncing around the walls of his skull. No matter how much food he stuffs into his body, the ringing of those words continues, filling him up with something much worse than plaque in his arteries. Even if the others are alive, he's not sure how long that will last, or how long they will last. The uncertainty of their fate - of everyone's fate - has never sat particularly well with Grif-- it rolls around in his stomach like cold leftovers. But not seeing them, losing all contact, is a severed link he's not prepared for.

Top that off the the responsibility of leading and Grif feels like he's going to be sick.

Their quarters are small and hardly private, but at least they're separated by team color, and that adds some familiarity to this whole mess. They're supposed to meet the new recruits tomorrow; Kimball let them off for the rest of the day so they can recover. Not that Grif can see that happening any time soon.

He barely makes it to his cot before he rubs a hand over the front of his helmet.]

Simmons, I swear to christ, this better be a dream. Make that a nightmare, goddammit, so wake me up already!

un_beau_coquin

[It takes a while to clean up the rubble from the Great Bread Incident. While cleaning isn't exactly Spy's forte, he's not too much of an asshole that he won't help. In the end, it's taken care of thanks to a few well-placed bombs and a very inconspicuous pile of rocks covering the gaping hole in the ground.

However, it's mostly forgotten in favor of something much more pressing, that matter being one Miss Pauling. Sure, before Scout came to him in desperation, he never spared her a second thought, but after seeing her in action? Now she has definitely raised a few red flags in his head.

Sure, he knows she's basically the Administrator's lap dog, but he had no idea her list of chores is so... intense. Back when the blast had still been fresh, he'd overheard her speaking to Scout. Her unusual to-do list had been pretty much drilled into his head by Scout, anyway, since he'd been over the moon after the incident, hanging around Spy like a puppy as he barked off triumphant whoops of his success.

Or something. Unfortunately for Spy, he has a very good sense of hearing coupled with a good memory.

Now Spy wouldn't be a very good Spy if he lacked intel, so he's done some digging... Only to hit a brick wall. Every. Single. Time. He doesn't think he's hit this many pages of "CLASSIFIED" since he tried to access the intel files way back when he was a rookie.

Looks like he'll have to do this the old fashion way.

On his way out of the base and to his car, he catches up with Scout.]

Hé, connard. In case you 'ad zhe burning desire to know - and, do not deny it, you do - I will be spending some time today to track down your amoureuse. Do not worry about repaying me; I was feeling quite generous today, so do not zhink much of it.

objectioning

Phoenix is still reeling from his grand mistake, though he's honestly trying his best to make up for it. Really. Past all of his nervous smiles and sarcastic remarks, he means well. He wants this to work - he doesn't want to think of what would happen if Edgeworth really did walk out because then he'd have to think about what he'd have to do afterwards, alone on his bed in the dark.

However, Edgeworth curled up around him is a dream come true. Literally - he can't remember how many times he'd had dreams of this nature (not that he's counted). Still grinning that goofy grin, he bumps Edgeworth's nose again. "Hey, so-- it's too late to go out driving again, okay? Don't need you getting into any accidents."

objectioning

aim notes:
( dang, the chat log looks terrible in the edit box. )

perceivesjustice

( \o/ )

notchosenbychoice

Tales of Symphonia

Lloyd Irving
Zelos Wilder

Tales of Vesperia

Yuri Lowell
Karol Capel

Tales of Innocence

Spada Belforma

Persona 4

Yosuke Hanamura
Souji Seta/Yu Narukami

Ace Attorney

Phoenix Wright
Apollo Justice
Klavier Gavin
*all post DD

Red vs Blue

Dexter Grif

Team Fortress 2

RED Spy
BLU Pyro

Good Omens

Anthony Crowley

Mother 3

Lucas

Mass Effect

John Shepard (paragon)
Kaidan Alenko

Dragon Age (all installments)

Zevran Arainai
Garett Hawke (purple)
Anders

To be edited.

tetraslash

[As night falls and Lloyd finishes wandering around the streets of Meltokio (man, that city is a lot bigger than he imagined, though not quite as big as Welgaia, and definitely livelier and louder and full of more people who appreciate food - just because angels don't need it doesn't mean he can't enjoy it! - and just all around more fun), he almost flies back to Zelos' mansion before remembering that it's probably a bad idea to do that.

While he promised that he wouldn't get too distracted, he can't help it. Everything's just more colorful down here and it's been so long since he's been able to dabble in the little things. It doesn't mean that he's forgotten what he needs to do down here; if he can navigate this world and figure out a way to prevent Zelos from completing his transformation, he should be set. Right?

The angel exchanges small talk with Sheena when he arrives. While she doesn't seem too happy to be accompanying the oh so popular Chosen, he can pick up genuine concern from her. He dodges all the questions about his origins with his usual grace (in other words, close to none) and bids her goodnight.

The little one wishes him goodnight when he passes and leaves it at that.

Lloyd appreciates the room he's given, but decides to spend the evening on the balcony, waiting for the Chosen to come home. He sits on the railing, letting night cloak him as he watches the courtyard.]

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