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       She thought she’d s m e l l e d something coming.               “My, look what we have here.” Her head tilts in an almost playful taunt. “How have you been finding this new place, I wonder. All the new gadgets too much for you to handle?”

    ——  SOMETHING AKIN to annoyance bubbles in his stomach -- not quite annoyance, though he knows not what to call it. It’s a fairly familiar sensation in the presence of the WITCH.

       ❝ Oh no, the gadgets have been great. Everything’s been great. I was ESPECIALLY enjoying the lack of sarcastic witches who live to make my life a living hell. ❞

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Send one to see how my Muse responds OR send me “(TELL. THE. TRUTH.)” and I’ll GENERATE a number that My Muse will say to Yours. [1-148]

“Proof enough for you, Mr./Mrs./Miss ____? Or should I say… Mr./Mrs./Miss Did It!”

“Lies always beget more lies! See through one, and their whole story falls apart!”

“This is no laughing matter! You did pass the bar didn’t you?”

“I think I feel a migraine coming on…”

“I wasn’t dumped! She/he/they just wasn’t taking my phone calls. Or seeing me… Ever.”

“If you wish to hang yourself, ____, you’re welcome to, but not inside my ____.”

“Please, ____… Is “Huh” the best response you can muster up?“

“We were great together! We were Romeo and Juliet, Cleopatra and Mark Anthony!”

“Um… didn’t they all die?”

“Y-Yes, ____. I’m, um, a little nervous.”

“____, given the circumstances… I think we should have a test to ascertain your readiness.”

“Oh… Oh right! Ehehehe…”

“This is no laughing matter. You did pass the bar didn’t you?”

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear your answer. I’ll ask you again.”

“Oh, right! Wasn’t she/he/they, um, poisoned by, er… poison?”

“You’re asking me!?”

“You went to the victim’s apartment on the day of the murder, did you not?”

“Well, did you, or did you not?”

“Heh? Heh heh. Well, maybe I did, and maybe I didn’t!”

“Ngh… grrrah! Gwaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Shutupshutupshutup! I hate you!”

“Don’t worry ‘bout me! I’ll be dead and gone soon!”

“Good! Wait, no! I mean… Bad! Bad bad bad!”

“My heart goes out to you, ____. Not.”

“The sky is blue, and so am I…”

“____, you’re a sham!”

“Alright! I’ve got nothing to lose! Except for… well, everything!”

“Why do I always feel like it’s the end of the world and I’m the last man standing?”

“Wasn’t it you who told me "proof is everything”? Well, I was listening. And now I’ll show you the “proof” you like so much!“

"Amateurs, amateurs. Listen to me, ____.”

“You ARE nothing.”

“I object! That was… objectionable!”

“Upstart..! Amateur..! These accusations… are ludicrous!”

“The guilty will always lie, to avoid being found out.”

“There’s no way to tell who is guilty and who is innocent!”

“All that I can hope to do is get every ____ declared "guilty”!“

"Welcome! Please furnish me with the title of your personage!”

“…Your name! What’s your name?”

“I was just inquirably asking the title that you go by.”

“My motto is: "Don’t worry, be happy!” “

”(The) ____… (the) ____… To me they are mere toys. Playthings for my amusement!“

"What’s wrong? Is something stuck to my face? Why yes! There’s my eyes, and my nose, and my mouth.”

“I am always abso-posi-lutely perfect!”

“I like a man with a big… vocabulary.”

“What is it you little shrimp!”

“You stinking ____! I hope you die!”

“Bottom-feeding, scum-sucking ____!”

“Ah-HHHHEM!”

“ "Ah… the days of my youth… like the scent of fresh lemon…” you see.“

"Despite his/her/their name, ____ has the blackest reputation of any man/woman/person in this country.”

“Now, ____. I believe I’ll take what’s mine. The papers.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t give you what I don’t have.”

“____, you are a poor liar. Why I see it over there.”

“You forget, ____? There is nothing I don’t know in my job.”

“Anyway, get the name right. And don’t go calling me ”____“…”

“If that wasn’t the most over-the-top clearing of the throat I’ve ever heard!”

“No "but”-ing your way out of this one, ____!“

”____, I think it’s high time you went shopping for a better excuse…?“

"Oh? Excuses not on sale today?”

“____, look at (the) ____’s face? Does she/he/they seem amused to you!?”

“Hah! I’d like to see her/him/them pull THAT off!

”____, I saw that evil, evil grin! You were probably thinking “I’d like to see her pull THAT off,” weren’t you!“

"Please, you’re scaring the security guard.”

“For starters, how did you get to be so totally whacked!?”

“Hey guess what? Actually, I really hate your guts. So get lost because, well I’m not co-operating.”

“He and I are of the same ilk. We both carry the scent of… danger.”

“There we are in total agreement, Psycho ____.”

“That does it. When this is done I’m shaving my head.”

“Yes! Man, that felt good! It’s great to be alive!”

“Why are you pumping your fists in the air?”

“No, my feeble friend. A "mere” ____. Worth nothing. Zilch. Zippo. Nada!“

"But you and ____ are lovers, aren’t you!”

“You sent that painting to him/her/them! As a sign! A sign of undying love!”

“M-m-my boy/girl/dear, please! You’re letting your fancies run away with you! Where do you get these bizarre ideas?”

“Enough. I’ll swallow my pride and tell you all.”

“N-no! We are NOT lovers!”

“Yes! That is what I said! Oh dear, do my locutions confuse?”

“Ah, you’re finally awake.”

“____’s favorite potted plant. _____ has been watering it so much lately it looks a little… swollen. She/he’s/they’re either trying to make it grow… or she/he’s/they’re perfecting her/his/their water torture technique.”

“So he was sleeping the entire afternoon of the murder? Some action hero!”

“It must be nice to live so free of guilt.”

“Ohhh yeah, right here! Sherlock Holmes II, baby!”

“HE COULDN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH!”

“I was hoping to come up with a question while I was objecting, ____… I didn’t.”

“Thanks to you, I’m saddled with unnecessary… feelings.”

“Um, maybe I shouldn’t be saying this… But he/she/they definitely did it. Murder. At least once. Maybe twice.”

“Umm… ____? Will I grow up to be like her/him/them? Please say "no.” “

"Um, ____? You know that problem of yours? That problem where you (present evidence) that makes no sense? You’re doing it again.”

“It seems like it was only yesterday. Actually, it was only yesterday.”

“She/he/they sucks up to all the bigwigs at (the) ____… But let her/him/them see you stumble once and she/he/they’ll never let up on you.”

“You look as though you’ve seen a ghost!”

“____! How could you say such a thing?”

“Yeah, but I have a second stomach just for steaks.”

“Yeah, but I have a separate stomach for sweets!”

“So? What’s the difference? You need to stop judging things based on narrow-minded cultural assumptions, ____!”

“It’s never a good idea to reveal your hand to the enemy too soon.”

“____! You’re craftier than I gave you credit for. Why, you could be the next… Evil Magistrate!”

“Hey! Why do I have to be the villain?”

“… You eat, you die.”

“…Hmm? My, aren’t you a handsome/pretty/beautiful fellow/mate/gal! I’m afraid I’m a bit flustered!”

“I try not to pay much attention to things that don’t interest me.”

“What the hell do samurais sing about? Chopping off heads?”

“Don’t hit your desk. It irritates me.”

“I was hoping I’d come up with a question while pounding on my desk.”

“____ is out of control! He/she/they was in the waiting room and he/shey/they crushed this paper cup with hot, hot coffee in it.”

“____, you’ve had a long day. Shut your pie-hole.”

“I set my card’s number to "0001” because I’m number one!“

"This photo is worth a thousand words… and they all read "guilty”!“

"I’ve heard of desperate men grasping at straws, but this is the first time I’ve heard of men grasping at macaws! Hah!”

“I need a waterfall to stand under! Preferably a freezing one!”

“…You want more pressure, huh? Why don’t you go down to the fire department and have them spray you with the hose?”

“So, you’ve come to laugh at the fallen ____? Then laugh, laugh! Well? Why aren’t you laughing?”

“Nah. It’s a trick. Laugh and he/she/they’ll get mad… or burst into tears.”

“We/I don’t have so much free time we can spend it coming down here to laugh at you.”

“… I hoped you wouldn’t come. I didn’t want you to see me. Not like this.”

“I feel winter’s chill from the bare leaf trees today…”

“What is it about winter that turns people into poets?”

“Will you stop that?”

“Maybe it’s broken?”

“D-Don’t kick it! Maybe it isn’t set to respond to voices?”

“It must hurt, to be ignored by a bird…”

“____! You can’t just say "hello” and expect us to get anywhere! I want you to _____!“

"Wow, okay, Mr./Mrs./Miss head-in-the-fluffy-pink-clouds ____.”

“Too bad they don’t have a test for common sense.”

“I’m guessing it’s worth around $5,000.”

“It doesn’t matter who I am, it matters who YOU are! You’re the famous ____ [wrong name]!”

“…Oh! You’re not ____ are you?”

“So you are… the coffee boy/girl?”

“Phew… that’s a relief. You’re better than nobody.”

“Yeah, I thought you looked a bit strange when I first saw you.”

“Ahh! Well! I’ve never seen a real one before.”

“You’re the first one who’s actually been interested in mine, believe me.”

“There doesn’t appear to be any corrosion due to sulfides. I’d give you $50.00 for it.”

“Sorry, but it’s not for sale. Yet…”

“They kicked me out of ____…”

“Hmm? Haven’t I seen you somewhere…?”

“So this is why everyone raves about caviar! It’s so tasty it hurts! I always thought caviar would taste like pickled tapioca.”

“(The) ____ will wait! I’m not finished eating yet…”

“I believe what she/he/they just said was a mere prelude to the story she/he/they is about to tell. Try not to interrupt her/him/them again.”

“____… Never interrupt a storyteller! It’s like pulling a bun out of the over half-baked!”

“What kind of "grudge”!?“

"Yes (sir/m'am)! I am ____! My occupation is, um… that would be murderer.”

“Er… so you’re telling us you’re a "professional killer…” “

"It was me! I’m the one who did it! I’ll never kill anyone again! You’ve got to believe me!”

“I’m part of what you would call the younger generation! A person whose actions adults can’t possibly comprehend!”

“I’d appreciate it if you’d stop making these ridiculous allegations.”

“Yes, you do have a point… You wouldn’t have the guts to do something like that…”

“What? I’ll have you know back in the day, I once broke into a cattle ranch and tipped –”

“This is a message from the deceased!”

Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney sentence meme

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#[Loghain voice] Daylen Alistair prank called me#Daylen Alistair tied my shoelaces together#Daylen Alistair grabbed the last banana at the grocery store#hes doing this just to taunt me he hates bananas

[alistair voice] eating the banana to spite you was worth the pain

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    ——  HE COULD lie and say that he understands the logic in Loghain’s comment -- one wooden sword and a trashcan lid would not be enough to cause any serious damage, no matter how much rage burns in his stomach. but the anger flares strong, and the itch in his knuckles to drive forward is becoming harder to resist.

       teeth gnash heavily against each other as he drives his fingers deeper into his palms, as if he might find some sort of self-control if he digs deep enough. but though fury burns hotter than reason, he is able to find a moment of clarity long enough to realize that he will get much more satisfaction should he wait until he is properly armed. still -- he will not allow the traitor to believe for a second that he is getting off free of any sort of retribution.

      ❝ You’d best watch yourself. Don’t put it past me to beat you bloody just because they’ve taken away my sword. ❞

—✕ █ ▌❝I do not think I could expect less from you.❞

An utterance so simple, he hardly thinks of it. The inevitability of facing his death once again takes form, and as always, he maintains some form of dignity. Chin held high, body unflinching. He may be beaten or humiliated, left for dead time and time again, yet he will not take it without a fight. And if he loses his life, so be it. Everything he touches he destroys, so would death not be an appropriate end for him?

❝I do not believe it to be wise to fight me, not without a proper weapon in your hands. Do you intend to punch me to death?❞ Intimidating he does not try to seem, though as Alistair has suffered greatly – albeit indirectly – by his hand, even the gentlest of whispers could possibly bring shivers down the younger Warden’s spine. Try as he might to amend the past, his efforts are futile. Still, Loghain tries to speak calmly and logically, however good that may do. ❝Your attitude is not undeserved, but would it not be best to reserve your energy until you have a proper means of ending my life?❞

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     ——  THE SOUND of the voice -- low, menacing, and hauntingly familiar in the way an old ghost story from one’s childhood might be -- sets his stomach twisting inside him, and a heated rage soon threatens to bubble over.

        were his blade not made from wood, he might have already run it through Loghain seven times over. immortal or not, it would give him no small amount of satisfaction to watch the man before him die again. and yet with no proper weapon, he is left with little more to do than to clench his fists in frustration and try to keep himself from plunging them into the other’s face.

       ❝ Won’t stop my from trying my damnedest. ❞

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—✕ █ ▌❝So you have also arrived. The mage seemed to imply that in his introduction.❞

❝I am afraid that you cannot rid yourself of me so easily, this time.❞

Though words themselves may imply a threatening nature, he is merely speaking with logic in mind. The two of them rendered immortal and stuck in the same situation? It does not bode well for either of them.

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     ——  AFTER GIVING it a chance or two, he has to admit that this city is not quite the disaster area he had initially taken it for. given some time and no small amount of patience, he was just now beginning to understand the way it works, and -- more importantly -- the better parts of it. While the district he called home was hardly calming -- or clean, for that matter -- he had found his solace and peace of mind in places like this cafe, scarcely populated and far from widely known, and honestly all the better because of it.

       with a sip of his coffee ( which had taken some getting used to, but was growing on him quickly ), the bells at the entrance to the cafe ring, and out of instinct his gaze is drawn to the newcomer. weeks now, he had been coming here fairly regularly, and yet he had never seen her like walk through the door. shivering slightly with the cold, wide-eyed and scatter-gazed, and yet there is no mark of fear in her eyes. if anything the woman looks damned pissed that she was torn from wherever she came from and plopped down into this city.

        perhaps his gaze does linger a little too long, but he cannot help but be fascinated. based on her look of confusion, all too familiar to one who was no veteran in this city himself, she was a newcomer in the worst way, and yet remarkably enough, she is not scrambling for answers from whoever can provide them, not weeping as some did -- no, her wits seemed entirely with her, and that was a feat in itself.

         but his attention does not go unnoticed, and before he can tear his gaze away and pretend he was guilty of absolutely nothing, definitely not staring, she’s taken the seat across from him, and he’s spluttering into his drink. once the air flows into his lungs freely once again, he clears his throat and makes a pitiful attempt to provide explanation -- though truthfully it is little more understandable than his spluttering.

        ❝ I wasn’t -- well, okay, maybe I was, but not like -- not like THAT. You’re just... you’re new here, aren’t you? ❞

     She did not know where to start. Left perplexed and confused her mind drew a blank when it came to just what this city had to offer. Her options were obvious, but she could not tell which course of action would be wise. To find an escape would be best, but not optional. One would have to settle and find someway to bide their time. The girl had grown up on a planet that offered very little second chances, and once she had escaped that her life had only become more complicated. For now, she would bide her time. If Rey was good at anything, it was waiting. 

     She was thankful for the lack of sand and snow. While she had appreciated the cold, she was not sure she liked the climate the Star Destroyer once had. This place was simply a comfortable compromise. Watching her breath swirl in the night air, she knew it would only get colder as it grew darker. All alone, she moves in an attempt to find a place to linger for a few hours before being thrown back into the cold. She enters a small cafe, and sits down almost immediately. Feeling extra vulnerable without any weapons, she keeps her eyes peeled on anything suspicious. And what she finds is someone staring right at her. This only became apparent as a red flag as she kept catching their eyes meet hers. Rey was never a shy girl, or a well mannered one at that. With a few questions in mind, she moves and sits across from them at their table.

     “... Do you need something? Or are you just accustomed to staring at whoever walks in?”

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    —  ❝ I’D KNOW that voice anywhere -- ❞ and sure enough, when Alistair turns around, his gaze is quick to fall upon his former companion -- now companion once again. if nothing else, there were plenty of faces he would have been less happy to see; some of which he had already crossed paths with since arriving in the city. 

       ❝ I could say the same for you, you know. Never thought I’d say it, but you’re certainly a sight for sore eyes. ❞

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◤ ❝Unless my eyes are playing tricks on me, which I hope that is not the case–❞ Though joy be an exaggeration of his feelings, Zevran is relieved by the sight that catches his eye. Alistair is decent in his eyes, and while he never clung too close to anyone besides the Warden, he still enjoyed the company of the former templar, if superficially so. It is a shame that they both are here in this dreadful city, but a familiar face is better than no familiar face. ❝Hello, Alistair. Funny seeing you here, hm?❞ ◢

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alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ = asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

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@maleficxrum

     ——  HIS LIPS twist into a scowl at the sight of the other, arms crossing across his chest in a huff. 

        ❝ And just when I was starting to like this place. ❞

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@phantomoftherebellion.

      ——  YES, HE has been standing in the middle of the sidewalk staring into the window of a pet shop for at least five minutes at this point.

         no, it is not likely that he will be getting out of the way any time soon.

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[ i’m working on redoing my icons bUT i really need to get to writing on alistair again, so like this for a starter, capped at 5 with castmates exempt! c: ]

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I'm glad that theirin citta, because your Alistair is brilliant so far.

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