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✦ Apollo Justice (Ace Attorney)

✦ Johanna Mason (Hunger Games)

✦ Suyin Beifong (Avatar)

★ Pick one of the above three characters
★ Leave a prompt. It can be images, texts, words, etc.
★ Make magic happen! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

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Su | Zao Fu | Before the start of LoK

[abitofawildman]

The overall calm and tranquility of the personal home to the Metal Clan Matriarch is shattered by the clomping of UF regulation boots.

But Sir. You have to be announced first!

"Announced?" the familiar voice says before dissolving into a barking full-belly laugh. "Since when did Zao Fu become Ba Sing Se? I don't need announcing, I'm family..."

Suyin | post... LoK?

[crankypantz]

Honestly, I don't know why you keep calling me out here. Shouldn't you be able to handle whatever thing thing it is this time on your own by now?

[ These days, however, Lin was starting to suspect that the "urgent summons" she received once every other month or so was simply an excuse to get together and have dinner. Bah. It was all a waste of time!

... says the woman who was currently digging into her food with gusto. Being as cynical as Lin Beifong was took a lot of energy you know. She had to keep her strength up somehow! ]

bring me justice

[bewrightback]

[In the offices of the Wright Anything Agency, Phoenix Wright was currently tinkering with a toy piano when Apollo walked in. There was no case to work on at the moment; but Phoenix thinks he knows what's on Apollo's mind.

After all, a certain old friend had called out of the blue to talk to Apollo and Trucy. There was no mistaking what it was about. Phoenix gave a knowing smirk as he heard Apollo enter, while keeping his gaze fixed on the tiny pink piano.]

So, Apollo.

How did it go, seeing Lamiroir again?

[Or should I say, Thalassa?]

[hearinghearts]

Pick a prompt, any prompt: 1 ★ 2 ★ 3 ★ 4

bring it Apollo

[mombastic]

[ It's probably a calm, peaceful day, in which Apollo is hopefully uninjured and the hardest part of this afternoon is cleaning the toilet.

If he's injured at all, at least he'll be in good company within the next few minutes, as someone comes politely but urgently entering. ]

Hello? Is this the Wright... something about doing anything... agency?

[ NAILED IT. ]

for trucy

[pollygrapher]

[There really isn't enough emotion in the world to convey the dismay Apollo feels once Trucy's finished dressing him up for the show. He lifts an arm and plucks at the decorated cape--matching with Trucy's, of course--that hangs down from his shoulders dubiously.]

Why do I need to wear this? I thought assistants are supposed to stay in the background and hand you props.

[Now that he thinks about it, the red of the cape and top hat matches suspiciously well with the pictures he's seen of Zak Gramarye's outfit... he regrets letting Trucy wheedle him into this now. So much regret.]

gimme polly

[astrologica]

[ When Clay picks up, Apollo gets to hear a little bit of fumbling and puffs of air into the receiver while Clay props the phone against his ear with his shoulder. Clay's working on drawing up some schematics for the remote for a planetary land rover with a compass, a pencil, and a magnifying glass as big as his face.

Clay can work while Apollo blasts his ear off with stuff about cases or the people he works with; the process is already pretty routine for the both of them. ]

Terran Anything Agency, Clay speaking. Something at the Precinct catch fire, Apollo?

For Phoenix

[pollygrapher]

[GOOD MORNING, WRIGHT & CO LAW OFFICES. Hope you weren't expecting a quiet morning because you have a visitor arriving with a bang. Maybe a little too literally. The smoke bomb goes off loudly, covering the sound of the door opening and closing, and there's a tiny, red-clad figure standing in the room when the air clears. In a way, he looks just like a mini version of Phoenix's last client, down to the top hat and cape.

Despite the showiness of his entrance, Apollo just looks at Phoenix earnestly.]

You're here!