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[sixba]

cont. || @kodapi

Humans were complex creatures as the cub was beginning to find out. Some screamed when he passed for some bizarre reason and became fearful while others, like the one before him, seemed to marvel at his appearance. Of course, Simba did with this human too, what with their shiny arms and extra eyes. Curiosity began to take over, as the zoo escapee moved closer giving the human a quick sniff. "You sorta smell like..." A pause followed by a longer sniff. "Food."

A stomach rumble clearly indicated the little lion's hunger and while wandering around the streets of Tokyo. The Chiba Zoo had advertised a few new additions to their zoo containing exotic animals and in the process of switching the lion to his holding cell, the keypad and lock jammed. Long story short, Simba had escaped thanks to a technical error and was now out in the open again free to do whatever he pleased which was more than fine with him.

A cellphone news alert buzzed alerting the public that a few zoo animals escaped and to remain cautious if one was spotted. Basically, let the authorities handle things. Hearing a vibrating buzz, the cub's ears perked up before a car passed by suddenly causing Simba to huddle closer keeping an eye out for more. Dodging vehicles had been difficult which the lion had a few narrow escape attempts from so far. Gazing at the street with partially pinned ears and widened eyes, his gaze switched back to the human.

Compliments were good but words didn't exactly feed anyone. "Do you know where any food is around here?" Dumpsters were also hard to access, especially without any thumbs to actually open them. "I'm kinda hungry..."

[tenebriism]

SOMEONE PLEASE COME SAVE HIM.

[lcstkey]

❝ We might cause a stir, ❞ said the detective who had a grin from ear to ear, as if thrilled by the prospect of having to deal with a small swarm of angry thugs on their way out. ( From here ! )

@kodapi As Said by Emmrich Volkarin - Party Banter

"Don't tell me you've egged them on on purpose," Detective Wolfsong hisses, frowning as if silently reminding him that they were not supposed to be making a scene.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" She asked, with an exasperated sigh before mentally preparing herself for a fight. Well, if it's a fight they want, it's a fight they'll get.

[procksecutor]

BEEP! ( From this meme! )

@kodapi

29.

Sometimes it's difficult to not get all happy, valuing those around oneself. He was so used to being constantly surrounded by people, that now when there's less people? He can value those important to him easier. But sometimes it's like he can't control himself. Sometimes he sends texts that are quite sentimental. Filled with emotion.

[I'm actually really happy I know you.....Like. This happiness is like I'm feeling it for the first time and it's 24/7. It's very crazy to me and unreal but I know one day you're not gonna be here. I'm never going to beg, crawl or cry about keeping you around because you should decide whatever and whoever you want to keep around plus I can't control whatever happens. But I wouldn't blame you for not wanting to be around me. I'm a very emotional person so I wouldn't blame you if you said "down boy" to me. Because. It's that reminder that I need to calm down! I'm not a dog though don't think of me as one.]

[Idk man at this point I'm just typing with no clear direction and it's probably not a good idea to keep going. But I feel like I'm a really horrible person to you. I promise I wish I wasn't like this I don't want to BE like this. But I've been like this for so long and I don't think I can be like anything else.]

Klavier sighed, soon pulling a face of disgust as he read through the messages. Oh why wasn't he stopped! That's a bit too far!!

[Ewewewew actually ignore that EW!! Cringe......Instead I'll send you some videos of Firefighters saving people in reverse it'll make you laugh I promise]

[thetwistedronin]

❝ When do you think you began putting your guard up so much? ❞ ‹ the detective asked with complete nonchalance in between sips of his coffee. Round, curious eyes focused on Simon as he waited for an answer, if any were forthcoming. ›

[ From the "90 Loaded Questions" ask meme! ]

*: ･ﾟ✧ 90 loaded questions / interview the muse.

"'Tis a habit formed when my mentor began teaching me the art of swordsmanship. One must never let down their guard as they study the blade."

If the way he's being stared at unnerves Simon in any way, he doesn't show it. He also seems completely unbothered by such a question.

[bonescribes]

the stories were offered precisely because he thought shuuji wouldn't take him up on it . simon has to resist the urge to scowl when the man once again defies his expectations . ( he really ought to adjust his expectations -- surely , at this point , he should know better . )

the bad news is : simon isn't the type to go back on his word . if shuuji is taking him up on his offer , he's going to deliver whether he likes it or not . the good news is : simon has , in fact , collected a good deal of clink stories that are more or less appropriate for public consumption .

he elects to launch into a tale of an inmate in the animal rehabilitation program with a thieving cat -- one that was only thwarted by simon's brilliant avian companion . ( and he only stepped in because the cat stole his prosecutor's badge . had it not made such a blunder , it would probably still be carrying on in its thieving escapades to this day . )

    ❝ Then I'll take those stories, if you're offering. It isn't often I get to hear about life on the inside of a prison; most wouldn't care to tell me, for obvious reasons. ❞

     ‹ Even with Simon's disposition, Shuuji seemed unwavering in his curiosity and desire to stay put until his welcome was utterly worn out. No sane person would risk it, yet here Shuuji was without a care in the world — or maybe he did care and had a funny way of showing it. Just as Simon's gaze hadn't torn away, neither had Shuuji's as he observed the prosecutor's face idly with a lopsided smile on his lips. ›

    ❝ I'll leave it to you to pick the story, if you even want to share any. I imagine they're quite personal and more than likely aren't kind memories, so I'd get it if you decided not to actually recount them. ❞

[bloodxhound]

— 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓, 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 !

FULL NAME:   Raymond Barlowe. OTHER NAMES:   Ray, Detective, Sunshine ( call him that at your own peril ). PRONOUNS:   He / him. SEXUALITY:   Bisexual. Sort of repressed when it comes to harboring romantic feelings towards men. Takes him a while to sort it out, thanks to his upbringing.

ORIGIN:   Caucasian. CURRENT LOCATION:   Los Angeles, California. NATIONALITY:   American. SPOKEN LANGUAGES:   English. Words and stock phrases from different languages like Spanish, Japanese, and Mandarin. Tends to brush up on his language skills when he's close to someone speaking a certain language, as a means to foster connection. RELIGION:  Agnostic.

HEIGHT:   6'5 / 196cm. BODY TYPE:   Mesomorph, trapezoid. Muscular, tall, imposing. Kind of cuddly-looking when he isn't scowling. TATTOOS:   None. He cannot stand needles, which expands to tattoo needles. PIERCINGS:   None, for a similar reason as above. SCARS:   Many. They're scattered all over his body, speaking to his fight-prone and protective nature. Most of his scars were obtained during his cases.

EDUCATIONAL BACKGROUND:   Graduated from a prestigious private High School. No college education. Military and police training. SOCIAL MEDIA:  Checks religiously for rumors on new Moozilla movies. Otherwise not very active as he prefers to participate in real life instead. Might post a thirst trap every so often and call someone an idiot before vanishing again for days or weeks. There are a lot of cute cow pictures and videos in his likes.

DRUGS:   None, unless you want to count alcohol. Although his tolerance is high by virtue of his height / body composition, and being drunk a rare circumstance. ATHLETIC:   Extremely athletic. He enjoys exercising his body, be that through workout, sports, or while on the chase for a criminal. HOBBIES:   Working out, various sports, watching wrestling on television, anything Moozilla, tending to his car and motorcycle. VIRGIN:   No, he's experienced and very uninhibited in the bedroom.

FAVORITE DRINK:   Black coffee, as an everyday must-have. Top-shelf whiskey. FAVORITE FOOD:    Creamy steak pasta, as per his mother's free-style recipe. FAVORITE MUSIC:   The official Moozilla soundtracks. CLOTHING STYLE:   Masculine, no frills. Favors dark colors. Form-fitting and practical. What you would typically consider "bad boy" fashion. Leather jackets, ripped jeans, combat boots. Some techwear. There's Moozilla merch in his closet.

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[procksecutor]

"I'll be fine for now." Klavier said, raising a hand very slightly as if to surrender the current situation. If Shuuji has to be somewhere now, Klavier certainly won't hold him any longer than needs be. He didn't know what was on that phone, but he certainly won't let up any possibility. It could be something bad, could be something worse then bad. Or it could be something good. He wouldn't know.

Although it's nice to have respite from a demanding work life as well, to have silly little chats about whatever is currently of interest, it's also incredibly important to get back to work. It's what makes these moments most memorable, and rather enjoyable. Klavier enjoyed chatting with Shuuji.

"Hey- Shuuji. Just don't forget my face, ja? I certainly won't forget your's." Klavier grinned as he stood up, holding a hand out for Shuuji to shake. Of course, he meant that in a pleasant way. In a way which he hopes they may see each other again, albeit under better, less stress inducing terms.

"Honestly I don't think I'd ever need to use it." He supposes he really shouldn't try it, either. To try it sounds like a test, and that wouldn't be so great to do, considering there's other people out there who may not need to test it and genuinely use it. But if he did need to use it, well - he'll keep it in mind. But as he said he doesn't think he'll ever need to use it.

He seemed to relax himself now too, crossing one leg over the other as he rested his chin in the palm of his hand. A casually relaxed gesture, really. He got information that he wanted to know, so there's no need to push any further, so back to normal he goes!

"Hm?" Klavier raised a brow, soon giving a quick ah and a nod, "Feeling much better. Less tense, more relaxed - what you'd expect by now. What about you?" After all, offering the question as a rebuttal one is the ordinary. And although it may seem dismissive, he truly did feel much better, especially considering the previously tense situation he'd been put in.

[tenebriism]

❝ I swear, if you even think of getting out of that bed… ❞

Shuuji's eyes were cast down to meet Aymeric's own, the Warrior of Light having sped to his side after one of his attendants snuck a call in regards to the Lord Commander insisting on his work despite his condition slowly worsening. They had figured if anyone had the pull to keep the man in line ( and in this case, also in bed ) then it would be the one who equal parts doted on, mother henned, and aided Aymeric going on years now.

That same Shuuji who now sat next to Aymeric's bed like a guard dog, arms crossed, a playful grin on his lips despite his words. He'd keep the other down, oh yes, but he'd have some fun doing it if that's what it took to keep his beloved resting.

Caring for the Sick Prompts - [ ACCEPTING ] ;;

The Lord Commander did not detest formal events, as most may. Even those USED to them seem to mark them as something worth disdain, and yet, Aymeric finds them a welcome distraction from the woes awaiting him just outside the grand ballroom doors.

Yet, with any social event with a large list of attendees, 'tis common for some manner of illness or other to be passed around betwixt some unlucky few. As much as Aymeric makes his presence and warmth known to every single guest in attendance, 'tis a wonder he does not go down more oft. Rather, there are surely times he has suffered the odd sniffle, here and there, yet he perseveres and works through it, mindful enough of those around him to QUARANTINE, but nothing shall keep him from the almost DESPERATE need for productivity and progress.

Even... gods above, whatever this is that misfortunate has served him this time.

The text on the pages, he swears, has begun to move--- worse so that it looks so small and illegible that he wonders if he has truly, finally, gone mad. Figuring he can shift his attentions to a DIFFERENT task that doesn't require so much eyestrain and brain power, he'd managed to organize a few of the archive's books back into their rightful places before the room began to spin and he'd been forced back down from the platform ladder he'd been clinging to for dear life. One of the attendants finds him slumped against a pillar not long thereafter, with a forehead so flushed and heated it could melt the snow around them. She'd gripped him by the shoulders and beseeched him to go rest, yet he'd waved her off with a gentle smile and continued on, managing a few steps before crumbling to the floor and catching the beginnings of a shrill of PANIC.

When he awakens some few hours later, armor and robes shed in exchange for far looser, more comfortable clothing, and a damp, folded rag sat atop his forehead ( cool, fresh... likely replaced recently ), he sluggishly blinks from where he lay in his bed and attempts to recall how he'd ended up here. To even conjure up the energy to THINK is more than enough to leave him exhausted all over again, but despite the holes in his recent memory and the obviously PITIFUL state of his body, he still has the audacity to attempt to pull himself up.

❝ I swear, if you even think of getting out of that bed… ❞

" --- S-Shuuji? " He winces at the airiness of his voice, raising a hand to splay fingers flat across his chest as he clears his throat before returning 'neath the blanket again.

Paltry attempt, truly, to make himself SOUND put together; the famed Warrior of Light would likely not have gotten this far with his LIFE still intact were astute observational skills not amongst his many, MANY talents. " When did you... arrive? I thought you occupied some distant territory away? " Or has Aymeric TRULY been out that long? The thought alone worries him, that itch to throw off the covers and throw himself back into his work near torturous by this point. 'Tis only somewhat soothed by his company, whom he smiles softly at, an embarrassed flush joining the consequences of his less than ideal sense of self preservation. " Trust that I am fine, my love; you need not sit at my bedside when I am certain there is much and more that requires your attention elsewhere, as... lovely... as it is to see you. "

Though hidden, there is movement 'neath the covers--- fidgeting fingers that, so desperately, wish to innocently reach out and seek whatever of Shuuji's is within reach from his bed. The fear of spreading GERMS and forcing this ailment upon the already addled Warrior of Light is something Aymeric cannot quite IGNORE in favor of his own selfish needs, and so he suffers in silence and bows his head, sighing.

" That expression you wear tells me my efforts to sway you are futile even before I've gathered the wherewithal to attempt. Ah, I should have known better. " Aymeric chuckles in amusement, put swiftly in his place by a nasty round of coughs, but his smile still remains bright even after he is done curling in on himself, his composure regained. " Yes, I relent, then; I am poorly, but that I've the fortune to awaken to you admittedly has me feeling weightless and rejuvenated. I... should like to be selfish and request your company for a tinge longer, long as you keep your distance. It would not do well for you to fall ill, too. "

" ... is... that alright? "

@kodapi ;;

[lcstkey]

❝ If you ever need a place to stay, let me know, okay? ❞ ( from the In Case You Didn't Know meme! )

@kodapi In Case You Didn't Know Prompts

Selena suspected the private investigator knew she had been living inside her vehicle with her dog despite her attempts to keep herself under the radar. Parking on different streets, the back of supermarket parking lots, and dark alleyways, the student reckoned that she knew the city like the back of her hand and which least suspect gas stations had the best prices per gallon.

After walking to the coffee shop Selena frequented, she wasn't surprised to see him there. They had spoken before, a chance encounter that ended with her getting a warning not to park overnight. But then, they kept in contact. The student had presumed that their meeting was a coincidence. Selena should have known better.

His offer caught her off guard, and the student pulled her hood down to hide the embarrassment reddening her skin and shame sinking into the pit of her stomach.

"I'll think about it..." Selena mumbles, hearing her name called. Then she collects her coffee and takes a sip. This year's winter felt harsher than usual, and she could feel the warmth of the drink reaching her bones.

[procksecutor]

🎤 [ From: here ] [ I sure as hell ain't gonna miss the chance for Klavi to belt out something potentially embarrassing around Shuuji u vu ]

@kodapi

Catch him singing!!

Klavier had his head rested against the table, fingers drumming against it as his earbuds were tucked neatly into his ears, any other sound nullifying. He looked...At peace, strangely. Maybe it was the focus, or maybe it was the unusual beats he had made blaring into his ears. His fingers against wood were a testament to that melody, feeling the vibrations of the taps against his face.

"Preventing an overflow of chromatic perception,

A choice is to be made-

To maintain the golden ratio - this disorder is unnatural."

Three consecutive taps, as if repeating the unnatural part as natural. After all - natural has three syllables - na-tu-ral. He has to map that out to get the beat steadied and weaved perfectly.

Then, as if a surge of energy came to him (or rather, Drama King here is getting to - quote unquote - the good part of the song) he sat up straight so he could make his voice more dominating - loud. More Klavier, and yet it sounded just as dull as prior, no doubt intentionally. A crude mix, even. And to time himself, he hit the table. Which must have hurt, because he didn't move his hand!

"The grapes that grow on vines-

A crystal that is so polished and smooth!

This pure World Order is an achromatic encore!

Go high and conquer!

Just wait- an' wait and cease that chaotic treachery!"

And after finishing that obvious chorus, he gave a heavy exhale, slumping in the chair as he leaned back against it. He shook his head, feeling the air against his scalp. He soon pulled his phone out as he adjusted his hair drill, pausing the instrumental before tugging his earbuds out. He glanced critically at his phone, as if acknowledging something is amiss.

Not with being unknowingly caught in his musical daze - but with the instrumental, of course.

[legalbrats]

Klavier giggled, beyond happy with Shuuji's reciprocating of words and accepting of his gestures.

To have someone allowing him his antics... It was beyond Klavier could ever ask for. And add all the sweet things Shuuji wanted to do for him? What a perfect man.

He ought to repay him.

Klavier let the detective finish speaking before pressing a kiss to his lips.

"I think..." he started after pulling away, but lingering close to Shuuji's face, "A little trip up the mountain would be perfect to awaken my appetite."

'Enjoy you more privately'? 'Cooking for you and making a lovely dessert to with it'? 'A beautiful spot up on the mountainside'?

Cupid was real and he had just shot Klavier three times right into his heart. Klavier demonstrated it by locking his hands over where his heart should be and falling into Shuuji's shoulder. Though, 'fall' was too strong of a word for it. He very dramatically leaned on him. He didn't put all his weight into it, but he did gasp and sigh to add to the performance.

"Liebling! Every word you say makes me fall for you even harder than before!" He chuckled, putting just a bit more weight on the detective. "I just have to kiss you."

[edgelord-dl6]

continued creepily from here - with master of terror @kodapi !

[ Welcome to the House Of Horrors || Event: Chills & Thrills ]

  Miles hated the thought of staying up all night for anything other than a particularly tough work night, but, somehow, Franziska had convinced him to accompany her to this...fête. She didn’t want to spend her first American Halloween by her lonesome, and besides, that eccentric investigator she knew her brother was fond of had some hand in this incredibly showy display of seasonal imagination...

    Thus, the siblings found themselves in the quiet foyer, each presented with an identical pamphlet. They knew, because they immediately compared, scrutinizing each paragraph of text.

    “No clear order, then...”

    “No. It appears we have our lay of the land. With the Finale being, of course--”

    “Of course. And so, where shall we go first...?”

    Elbow to elbow, the two peruse their pamphlets twice-over, as the clock ticks ominously...interrupted by a snicker from Franziska.

    “The Lover’s Forest. ‘She yearns to finally tie that knot, even if it means bringing you with her.’ With two-on-one, we should be able to resist, no? Besides, there’s no way she will pursue a man in a cravat--”

    “Now, now - perhaps she prefers loud and ornery women--”

    “WELL. We’ll never know if we do not see for ourselves. Shall we, Miles Edgeworth?”

    A sigh. “After you, Franziska.”

[legalbrats]

starter for @kodapi

This case was really a mess. Although, it was mostly messy because the entire police department seemed to be busy with messy cases and detectives were running around like crazy. Similarly, prosecutors seemed as stressed and as impatient as ever. The least thing they wanted was to come to court less prepared than the defence.

Klavier, personally, had nothing against being on the same level with the defence in that regard. But when the same level meant that neither of the two sides knew enough... it’s a nein on that one. 

Thus, he found himself looking for help from the private investigator. He checked the time before knocking on the door. Time was something very precious right now.

[hyaciiintho]

He loves him... SO much...