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“Oh, sure!” He reaches a hand up to scratch his chin. “It’s cats next, I think. We have to go back through here...” He retraces his steps back into the atrium and leads von Karma into the remaining unexplored room. “Ah, it’s a lot quieter in here, isn’t it?”

The Cat Room is indeed much less overwhelming than the Bird Room or the Small Animal Room; most of the residents seem to be asleep, aside from a few orange kittens peering curiously out at the visitors. 

“Oh, gosh, look at these little guys!” Bobby gushes, bending down to get a closer look at the cats. “They’re six weeks old, according to the papers... So they’re old enough to eat solid food, it looks like.” He straightens up. “Ah, but I think it would be good to look at some of the others, too...”

He walks over to one of the other cages, in which a silver tabby is curled up on a blanket. “This guy is a bit older, it looks like- ah, he’s in the Seniors for Seniors Program! Reduced adoption fees for people over 65! Ah,” he adds, catching himself, “but, um, anyways, his name is Percival, it looks like. It says he’s a bit shy but very loving with people he knows well.”

The cage next to Percival’s contains a small white kitten, a little larger than the orange ones from before. “This girl is named Maxine, according to her papers. She’s described as very friendly, but a bit possessive. Oh, and it looks like she’s deaf? It says here...” 

“Do all these animals come in pairs?” they grumbled, staring down at the animals that the detective was currently focused on. Well, they were quite cute, though the prosecutor would, of course, never admit it aloud. And the noises they made were somewhat more agreeable than outright screeching. However, they were most certainly not about to adopt any more than a single creature, and they followed their chaperon over to the next option.

“Reptiles…?” They crossed their arms. They had… well, little to no experience with reptiles of any sort, and it was difficult to picture themself suddenly owning one. Granted, they could probably do research in order to better acquaint themself with the care and keeping of the animals, but they knew that they would still not feel quite comfortable having one unless they were given a lot of time beforehand to study.

The snake the detective had pointed out was certainly very handsome, but Manfred still was not moved to make an immediate decision. To have a pet that did not like to be handled seemed pointless, at least when one resided in a cell with minimal room for an enclosure. It would be a disservice to both parties, they concluded.

“Is that all, or could we move on,” they stated. Honestly, they wanted to see everything that this place had to offer before deciding on a companion– well, everything except the farm animals.

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“ May i have this waltz Prosecutor Blackquill? “

This ship is such a sin, i can’t believe i like it

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[hey!  everything for aura is set up and this blog will also function as an askblog for aura blackquill. if you could promo me that’d be great!]

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Really? Ties to the outside world? Ah, but of course, his sister- they remember seeing her at the trial- and. The girl. 

They clear their throat. “Well, Mr. Sarushiro, I believe that will be all for now.” They rise from their seat. “If you would follow me back to your cell, I’ll see you again at the show.” 

The two of them return down the hall, and they bid goodnight to Sarushiro. Well. That hadn’t gone as well as they could have hoped- he’s not as much of a pushover as he looks, evidently- but the promise of more information on Blackquill’s contacts is enough to keep them interested. Even at the cost of participating in a circus act.

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They arrive early on the day of the show, only to find that, to their surprise, Prosecutor Blackquill is not feeling well. Okay, so they’re being a little unfair- he seems to have caught some sort of flu, and when they arrive they find him curled up in his cot and shivering violently. 

They put on quite a show of concern for his health, but he insists that they leave him alone, save for fetching some files on the current suspect’s history. 

It is for this reason that they very nearly miss the show, and they scan the small crowd of prisoners milling about in the courtyard until their eyes alight on their clown acquaintance.

“Ah! Mr. Sarushiro! I’m afraid Prosecutor Blackquill is doing poorly and can’t make it, but I didn’t want to stand you up...!”

A victory! Now just to make sure they actually show up… Perhaps it’s time to start being a little more helpful.

“He’s mostly been his usual old self, which is cranky and sorta reserved. He’s usually more involved and enthusiastic about in-prison happenings than whatever’s out there, even considering he gets to work outside again… His attitude reminds me kinda of that of someone who’s resigned themselves to never becoming a part of the outside world again.

“There are still people on the outside that he has ties to, of course… But I’d rather tell you about those next time I see you. I-I want to make sure you actually come to the show, because I kinda need ol’ Blackquill there… And, um, if you have any specific questions for him that are maybe better asked by someone he knows, I could give that a shot as well at some point. That is, if I know you’re someone reliable.”

He flashes a big grin! “So please come see the show! We can talk more then.”

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“Ah, hm, alright! Time to check out small animals then, maybe?” He rushes them out of the Bird Room and through the atrium to the Small Animal Room. 

Immediately the smell of aspen and paper wafts across them, and a soft “wheek wheek!” noise meets Bobby’s ears. “Oh, look! Guinea pigs!” He steps over to the pen, as quick as he dares so as not to alarm the animals. He indicates the multicolored cavies within. “Cute, right? I think they’re hungry...” 

The guinea pigs are intend gathered around a food dish, looking expectant. “Aah, sorry, little guy, I don’t think I’m allowed to feed you...” He wiggles his fingers at the guinea pigs. “Let’s take a look at their files... Okay, so the calico-looking one is named Buttercup, and the one that I think is called a Dutch is named Lily. Oh, but they need to be adopted together...”

He scans the room, and his eyes alight on the wall of plastic cages. “How do you feel about reptiles, Prosecutor von Karma?” He strides over and peers inside the first cage at eye-level. “It’s some kind of snake... Oh, it’s a king snake! He’s three years old and his name is Rex. It says he’s a little shy and doesn’t like being held that much, but he’s quite pretty... What do you think?”

Almost immediately upon walking into the room, they felt as though they had just been punched in the gut. Prison, for all its shortcomings, was fairly quiet– at least, the time spent in one’s cell was– and this. This was like the hustle and bustle of Manfred’s now everyday life, multiplied by a thousand. 

The detective kept on talking, evidently not taking into account the fact that his charge’s eyes were bulging, and that their fists and jaw were clenched tightly closed. They knew that birds were prone to– well, screaming. But they had certainly never been around so many, all screeching at once, and they had to restrain their own voice from letting out a yell of its own.

They closed their eyes, focusing on the drone of the detective’s voice– wasn’t his name Flashlight or something? He seemed familiar– and trying their hardest to make out his words over the din. He was introducing some of the birds, it seemed. The finches were definitely a no-go; they had vowed to bring back one animal, and two were out of the question. The parrot… hm. They would consider it, at least. 

At first, they were so lost in their own thoughts, and the concentration of blocking out the cacophony of the Bird Room, that they hadn’t realized that Rainbow Brite was making a query. Upon processing the words, they clenched at their sleeve, frowning deeply. This was not something they wanted to talk about right now; however, they had little choice, as the detective was currently their superior. Not to mention the fact that they would take any distraction they could get at the moment.

“I have not kept one as a pet, if that is what you are attempting to get at,” they responded, voice monotone. “I have worked with birds on various cases, and at one point was required to learn enough about parakeet care to take care of one for a week, due to the fact that its owner had perished, and I hardly wanted to entrust care of the animal to someone unrelated to the case.”

They paused, taking a deep breath.

“The fact that I was able to retrain a parrot in a single night was owing to a great deal of research and patience, with no small amount of apparently innate skill with birds as a whole. Still, I had not thought of taking one as a pet. My career took priority, and I had not the time for animals.”

A few seconds of silence ensued. Then, opening their eyes, which they fixed firmly ahead of them, they quietly spoke once again: “I would like to leave this room now.”

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“Righto!” The Bird Room is spacious and carries the unmistakable-yet-difficult-to-describe smell that is only present in such places. Large cages line the walls, with avians ranging from zebra finches to a scarlet macaw that watches Bobby with interest. It is also quite loud, and Bobby lowers his voice so as not to disturb the inhabitants. 

“Right, okay, it looks like they’ve got name tags on the outsides of the cages...” He walks over to the finches. “Oh, it looks like these two are sisters! Madeline and Millicent, according to the paper. You’d need to adopt them together, since they’re social creatures, and it says to be prepared for them to be pretty talkative... Hm. Maybe something bigger would suit you better?” He gazes thoughtfully at the ex-prosecutor, as if sizing them up.

“This one is named Humphrey, apparently.” He indicates an African grey parrot. “He’s a little aloof, it says, but he’s one for talking and singing when he’s in a good mood. It does note that he’s for experienced birders only- I’ve heard that large parrots need quite a bit of attention, so it makes sense.” He looks over at them and purses his lips. “Have you had a bird before, Prosecutor? I heard- well, you know- at the trial...” He trails off, unsure whether or not he ought to have brought it up at all.

They glanced around the shelter as the detective gave his introduction, proceeded by an explanation of the layout of the place itself. At the mention of sheep, their nose wrinkled up a bit, an expression of contempt settling over their face; they would be dead and gone, they thought to themself, long before they would agree to accept a farm animal into their care. 

This entire situation was laughable– and a bit embarrassing, the feeling of mild shame only augmented by the stares of the receptionist. They badly wanted to direct a curt remark her way. Who was she to judge them, after all they had been through– it was hardly their fault that they had been brought out into the public to be laughed at, all while being forced to choose a permanent animal ‘companion’, which was sure to be more of a nuisance, if anyone would have asked. Yet they held their tongue. This, the realm of the free, was not their world now; it was not their place to interact with it any more than was necessary.

They let out a quick exhale, trying their hardest to quell the faint tremors in their hands. You do not need to be here long, they reprimanded themself. Get this over with, and it will be fine.

“We will be examining the birds first,” they commanded the detective. Birds were good. They liked birds. They would be able to make a quick decision, and then get out of this place for good.

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i kind of want to make another franziska blog bc i think i could actually enjoy it now but idk if i want, two rp blogs considering i already have two muses...

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this is really gay but i want to rp characters, getting Warm and Cozy in winter time

i know it doesn’t get very cold in california but. imagine

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It’s a beautiful day out- the kind of day that makes you feel good to be alive, as Bobby would say to someone who was not von Karma. As it was, he led them cheerily to his car, which was parked outside the prison. He decided that the ex-prosecutor probably wouldn’t appreciate hearing his music collection on the drive over to the SPCA. 

“Here we are!” He announces as he pulls into the shelter parking lot. The receptionist at the shelter blinks in surprise at the two of them as they approach; it’s to be expected, given that von Karma’s face had been all over the news following the arrest, but Bobby wishes she wouldn’t stare so. “Hello! Detective Bobby Fulbright- in justice we trust!” The badge seems to snap her back to reality and she smiles warmly, letting them through with a nod.

The shelter is large and brightly lit, with several rooms branching off from the main atrium. “Let’s see... it looks like small animals are on our left, birds are on our right, and cats are up ahead... Oh, and there’s a barn outside I think? They’ve got goats and sheep, that sort of thing.” He claps his hands together. “So! Where to first?”

Manfred had, of course, observed the fact that there happened to be a flourishing population of animals that were allowed to roam freely around the prison. With enough deductive reasoning, they had come to the conclusion that those animals were present to act as a sort of vehicle for rehabilitation; if each prisoner was given an animal partner, those at the upper levels of management must have thought, their true, caring nature would be able to bloom, lessening the risk of a fight breaking out amongst the inmates.

The ex-prosecutor, obviously, thought that the idea was entirely ridiculous. A rabbit cannot make an upright citizen out of a hardened criminal– it was laughable, really. Still, it must have resonated with a few bleeding hearts, or else it would never have been approved. Therefore, they accepted the fact that they were, and would probably going to continue to be, surrounded by furry, scaly, feathery, or otherwise inhuman creatures, weaving in and out of cells at their leisure.

When the detective came to fetch them, they were surprised; it was hardly often that a prisoner was given permission to leave, and even though they knew they were to be accompanied, it came as a shock. They hadn’t thought about the outside world in months. As the door to their cell opened, and their hands were fastened with shackles (entirely unnecessary, but a reasonable safeguard), they listened as their chaperon explained to them the reason behind their sudden excursion.

A pet. Manfred almost snorted– it was their turn, apparently, to become a better person through the therapeutic company of an animal. Utterly absurd, they thought, as they were led outside and into the harsh California sunlight. Utterly absurd, indeed.

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3 AM

Meet me with the package by the docks in a half hour. I will be waiting.

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3 AM

Meet me with the package by the docks in a half hour. I will be waiting.

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Oh. You can keep both, then.

@ phantom: would you rather have this neon green slime or this neon orange slime. pick carefully. you can only have one. i want to keep the other

I don’t understand. Is the slime edible? Can it be used as a weapon? Does it corrode steel bars?

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That’s wonderful to hear, Ms. Cykes! Your generation is so disrespectful of anti-drug laws, it makes me almost want to cry...! To hear that you remain a beacon of sobriety warms this detective’s heart!

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detective fulbright i just want you to know that whatever apollo says i have never ever touched a weed in my life

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“Spy! What on earth are you talking about!? You’re the one who looks like ME!” They whip out their badge and display it with a flourish. “I’m detective Bobby Fulbright, hero of justice! I won’t stand for such- such accusations!”

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“Waaah?! You!!! Look just like ME?! Are you that accursed spyyyyy?!?!”

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would you rather MAKE a pizza or ORDER one >:0 serious questions here

Bobby: Oh! I’ve never made a pizza before! It sounds really fun! 

The phantom: Order one. Making one sounds like a lot of hassle for something that can be easily otherwise obtained.

IMPORTANT EDIT: @presidentfucker pointed out that the phantom would probably prefer to know what is in their pizza so consider the above answer Retracted; the phantom makes their own pizza

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@ phantom: would you rather have this neon green slime or this neon orange slime. pick carefully. you can only have one. i want to keep the other

I don’t understand. Is the slime edible? Can it be used as a weapon? Does it corrode steel bars?