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[2016-07-18 21:38:40 +0000 UTC]
"(n.) german for epitome"
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i'm burning up, burning up.
for you, baby
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Come on girl
I fell (I fell)
So fast (so fast)
Cant hold myself back (back, back)
High heels (high heels)
Red dress (red dress)
All by yourself
Gotta catch my breath
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I'm slipping into the lava
And I'm trying to keep from goin' under
Baby who turned the temperature hotter
Cause I'm burnin' up, burnin' up
For you baby
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you'll never see it comiiiiiiiiiiin'
you'll see that my mind is too fast for eyes
you're done iiiiiiiiiiiiiin
by the time it's hit you
your last surprise
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get your weeb music out of here
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GET YOUR WEEB FC OUT OF HERE
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homo? in my sexuality? it's more likely than you thi
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( there is no restraint here
sO HERE IS THE DETECTIVE ERIC AND,, forged evidence,, eric u naughty thing u )
Forging evidence became easier and easier, planting it got easier as well. At first he was doing it since he was asked and was offered a pretty generous sum of money, considering he might possibly loose his job and maybe freedom over it. It went by smoothly for him, no bumps or anyone questioning the evidence and it went by with many cases almost exactly the same way. The easier it got the less troubled he was by doing it, though he was still troubled, just not as much. Another day came along when he was paid to present forged evidence and he almost turned it down for a brief moment, only to accept it a second later. Before the trial started, he added it to the list of evidence and took out something that might've incriminated who paid him. Though he didn't really have the authorization to do so, he stealthily made the changes anyways. Eric made sure to get rid of the evidence he took out and replaced it with the 'evidence' he forged.
Eric stood inside the courtroom, simply watching and waiting for the trial to blow over as smooth as it could possibly be. There were a few things he managed to overlook in his hurried state however, the fact he'd taken off his gloves at one point and handled the forged evidence and the evidence list he remade. 'Minor' mistakes that he could only hope would be overlooked as the trial progressed. That is, until it came up that finger prints were needed for the said forged item and he started to sweat nervously.Β
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/ he wanted to watch her at a trial so he specificially looked for one she'd be doing
/ and he sat in the gallery silently for the entire time
/ watching as the trial progressed and finally ended
/ once people start clearing out he waits a bit until finally
/ calls down to her with a grin and a wave
" Ya did a great job t'day! No' tha' I expected any less. "
/ leans on one of his elbows, his head in his hand
/ eric is lowkey flirting or trying to flirt rip
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{ /holds her whip and snaps it straight when she sees/hears the Scot }
{ /raises an eyebrow at that friendly grin and wave of his }
{ /immediately catches onto the flirting }
"Stop your foolishness!-"
{ /whips him (or attempts to) anyway }
{ /gives another lashing for good measure }
{ /has a smug smile on }
{ /hands on her hips }Β
"Though of course, I'd do a 'great' job. Perfection runs through my veins."
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/ blinks a few times, still grinning at her even when she snaps the whip stright
/ moves out of the first attempt at whipping him only to run into the second one
" Ah, 'ell! "
/ winces, a fake hurt expression on his face
/ but he's pleased with the reaction he received, even if he ended up getting a lashing
" Yer real intense, Franziska. "
/ and,, he's on first name basis
" M' apologies, ya did a perfect job. No one coul' dare ta match ya. "
/ he's still attempting to flirt
/ and,, he just leaps over the gallery area and down to the main part of the court room with ease
/ trying to show off,, which is also to test her reaction
/ eric that's not something you probably should've done gdi
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Blah. Another day, another crime scene. These people need to learn how to chill and let them do all the killing.
By them, it is read as the natural course of nature. So of course, the natural 'killers' would be the Deaths, and here is one of them standing in front of the crime scene while sucking a lollipop. Some people were eyeing him with snide looks due to the insensitivity of his nature - who even acts calm and sucking a child's candy while eyeing through a... devastating event, so to speak ? The deceased was a nice person - they didn't deserve such a crime. They were all cursing the criminal - both verbally and mentally, but while everyone could hear the verbal insults, he hears the mental ones. It's debilitating, but you just get used to it.
So by that skill, he also heard people's bad thoughts regarding him. All which he merely shrugged off. Oh what the hell - you're all going to meet me anyway at the Netherworld. He was huge - abnormally so too at the height of 7'3" feet tall, but the police doesn't seem to pay heed at him at all as he stepped into the crime scene, making a nuisance of himself.
They were obviously under his influence - more pros of psionic abilities. Those who know him however... merely turned around when he shot them a playful wink. Ah yes - the people that were gifted to see. Always fun to fuck around with them.
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golden archer. !!!!!!! Omfg yes franziska. Te beautiful bae. Fffuuuuu--- now I have an urge to make phoenix lol
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one fate. she's my fave whip lady queen- welcome!
please make a phoenix whoops whipping time I will love you forever //sHOT
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from hell. lmao sorry about this, i tried :"" )))How boring ! The greatest necromancer of the century, being trapped in this metal box for god knows how long. Well, it won't be long if he decided not to, though. For now he was just going to entertain the humans.
Frankly, he was now sitting in the interrogation room, swaying his head around while humming something in Scottish Gaelic - probably a song that his wife used to sing as she cleans up the house and bake her famous treats. But he doesn't seem to be the least bit bothered by the people observing him behind the black glass, in fact taking the liberty to pause for a moment as he sneaked a glance towards the people, making a rather dark look and malicious smirk, before proceeding to put back his feet on the table.
Where are the people anyway ? He's supposed to be judged whether he should be charged with a life sentence of imprisonment or a trip to the loony bin ( again ) - it's actually getting a bit tiring of waiting - not to mention his hands were cuffed firmly onto the table. Yes sure the chains were long enough for him to move about a little, but he was still restricted.
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one fate. Aahhh its just gorgeous, Ell! I just hope my response is ok enough rip Franziska von Karma didn't appreciate tardiness or 'imperfection' when it came to her handling cases. Especially when it involved a mysterious murder, and a questionable suspect. She was walking to the interrogation room, her heels click-clacking on the floor. It was night, and the illumination of the police station gave it a somber mood.Β
As she went in, with nods of approval from the guards outside, she took a good look at the man across from her. She tightened her whip straight with both of her hands at the sight of his smirk. An evil smirk, but she faced many killers, gang members in the past. And she wouldn't be intimidated by the likes of a criminal. That would shaming the illustrious von Karma name.
Snapping her whip on the floor, she pointed at the Scot, warning him, "Don't be so smug, foolishly foolish fool! I will make sure to rush a criminal like you in the court." Soon her whip lashed at the man twice. She added, "Get your feet off the table" with another whipping to emphasize her point.
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(( SWEET, SWEET GIRL i'm so happy to see a franziska i'm sob ))Β
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one fate. sc re a m s
Ahhhh it's a Kristoph- I am cry I ng,,, how long have I seen an another active ace attorney account
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(( indeed, it's a kristoph
i'm like............. semiactive. skim active. active but not really. ))
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one fate. my favorite classy german murderer like can he just chill over phoenix for one second
still counts??
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( not exactly an au but,, i wanted to do it aaaa )
Instances when reapers had to go undercover were hardly common and rather difficult depending on where they have to go. This instance requires quite a bit of preparation. Thankfully the higher ups made sure he didn't have to go through most of it, but the training, he did have to go through. Which was passed with ease. The background check they had to do even came out as clear, thankfully. That would've been an obvious deal breaker had they of had any information on him. Everything had gone smoothly even with being with his mention at the station. He carried on the duties given to him, even if he highly disliked some of them.Β
One such task he disliked is standing just inside the 'caution' tape blocking off a crime scene. It was better than standing next to the scene, but it was rather boring unless someone tried to get in. Perking up when he heard a car door close, looking at whoever just arrived. A rather familiar and recognizable face, Franziska von Karma. Eric gave her a once over, before grinning. "'Ere fer th' crime scene?"
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one fate. many thanks for sending me this!! I'm in,, love with itFranziska von Karma was always a busy woman. From international cases to local ones like this one, there was always a case for Franziska to take. Today was no exception. She was the prosecutor for the case, and she would expect perfect records and everything would go according her plan. Fortunately, Miles Edgeworth took Scruffy, and she had some poor fool of a detective to whip for now.
As she stepped out of her limo, she noticed the friendly grin of the familiar acquaintance. The moment she saw him give her a once over, she snapped the whip straight with her hands. What was he doing here? Letting the detective go first, the short woman walked up to Eric- her high heels making click clacks on the floor. Franziska crossed her arms and made a pointed look, "I am. Because I'm the prosecutor for this foolish case. And fool, weren't you a therapist of sorts?".
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( aaa i'm so glad then !! and it's no problem !! )
The friendly look hadn't disappeared, even when she snapped her whip, his hands resting at his sides. "'S a pleasure ta be workin' wit' ya on this case. Aye, I was an' still am on th' side n' when I can." He paused, lifting up a hand to rub at the back of his head. "S'pose m' a jack-o'-all-trades. Decided ta take up policin' fer now." He let a chuckle escape his lips before motioning to the caution tape. "They only 'ave m' 'ere an' doin' this type o' stuff fer now though."
He only was silent for a few more seconds before speaking up once again. "Ne'er expected ta see ya, let alone in a limo o' all vehicles. It fits ya I s'pose, shows status af'er all." The friendly look disappeared finally into a more natural look, with remnants of a smile. "D'ya wanna talk t'yer detective some more 'r d'ya wanna take a look at th' crime scene?"
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Of all her cases, she never heard of someone as flexible to be a therapist and soon a police officer. She internally scoffed at the state of the police department, if they were that desperate to get new officers. She placed hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow as if he said something very idiotic. She had one hand spread out, as if saying 'really?', replying, "I'm the heiress of the von Karma line. Only a limo is expected someone like me, and I can always get a person to drive with enough Euros." Her eyes flicked briefly at the poor detective, as she leisurely was holding her whip, "That foolish detective doesn't need me to talk to him. All he has to do is to give me information. And if he doesn't take note of everything-". She soon tightened her whip suddenly with emphasis, "Then lashings would be his reward."
She soon went up to the tape, looking at the messy crime scene with distaste. She turned around with a commanding look and sure smile to Eric. With an extended hand, she ordered, "You look absolutely foolish standing there like a fool with nothing to do. Time is wasting here. Therefore!-" she snapped her whip on the concrete, "You, Eric Slingby, shall be my assistant for the day! And remember who's in charge here, and of your salary evaluation."
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Eric tilted his head slightly before lifting a hand up to rub at the back of it, letting out a light chuckle. "Aye, I s'pose tha' makes sense. Silly m'." He hadn't meant it in a joking way even if it sounded like it, but it was more of him actually understanding why she'd arrive in a limo as well as scolding himself for not knowing. Mainly just so she could hear it, otherwise he wouldn't have said anything. His eyes glanced in the direction she briefly looked in and at the detective, quirking a brow before looking back at her. "I feel a wee bit bad fer th' fella..." He muttered, "Wha' d'ya classify as everythin', migh' as well let th' guy know yer expectations o' 'im 'fore ya go givin' 'im a few lashin's... 'R no', either 's fine."
With a minor look of genuine surprise when ordered to be her assistant, though mostly covered up with mock surprise for when the whip hit the concrete with a snap. Eric clicked his tongue and groaned when he heard about the salary evaluation part. "Aye, aye. I'll be yer assistant, bu' I ain't sure wha' I'll dae ta 'assist' ya." His gaze was focused on her for a few more moments. "So, boss, wha' d'ya want m' ta dae fer ya?" He grinned at her, calling her 'boss' as a joke. Eric wouldn't even call William or any of the higher ups 'boss' unless it was a joke of sorts.Β
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yep.that'll do.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NC3iYUβ¦
This is p much my Sass-queen OC's theme song
but it does remind me of Franzy---
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one fate. screams-
ahhh I can't wait to meet your sass-queen!Β
It's a theme song for a celebrity!Franzy,maybe? o u o
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yep.that'll do.
Aaaaah I hope I can make her soon >W<
I want to, but I am a woman who is easily distracted a very busy college student ;w; )/
Mm. It could be, though owo
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one fate. Take your time!~ o v o esp. since you're a very busy college student.
I shall be waiting eagerly-
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( incoming strange-dressed man )
( he looks way out of place for this time period )
( and what's that big box he's carrying on his back ???? )
( he must be awfully strong to carry it that way !! )
" . . . "
( looking around w pale blue eyes )
( there's only one reason he would loiter in an area for an extended amount of time )
( he must sense a mononoke around )
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one fate. Sorry for the late reply!{ //knows that in this area Japanese culture is mixed in with Western culture }
{ //but never seen anyone wear that kind of thing before }
{ //it looks more old fashioned than the spirit mediums she knows }
{ //narrows eyes at this man wandering around }
{ //he's lucky to have her offer of help for now }
{ //since she knows the area well enough }
{ //leisurely holds whip in hand }
"Well? Do you need help?"
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"Now, zere is something wrong with your hair."
"I shouldn't be staring at ze hairs of strangers, however."
"Zis is fun, mademoiselle. "
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{ //rather offended when this stranger just comments on her hair like that }
{ //at least she has the arrogance to not be too offended }
{ //narrows eyes }
{ //snaps her whip tight with both her hands }
{ //smug smile }
"Let me assure you,it's all natural. Nothing is wrong with perfection such as I."
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(/Now, with her remark of saying she was "perfection" Spy just laughed like an asshole.
(/Obviously, he is one.Β
"You really think zat you're perfection?"
"Well, clearly you aren't."
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{ //immediately scowls }
{ //how dare he has the nerve to speak to her like this! }
{ //snaps her whip on the floor }
{ //points at Spy }
"That's just because you haven't seen a kind of perfection which is me!"
{ //soon snaps her whip against him }
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enjoy dying;; omfg i just died and went to heavenΒ
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one fate. Oh my god- do you know my favorite whip lady?
and what a wonderful harley quinn account!! o u o
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