herrprosecutor

Open Starter - Reflections

Today was my first day at my new school. I was so nervous, standing in front of everyone, that I felt like I was gonna be sick. But they were all so nice… They all gathered around me, asking me questions all at once. I couldn’t possibly answer them all. I started to panic… I think I even cried.

…I feel so bad. They meant well, but now they all went and left me alone. Why does this keep happening?

Tohru was flipping through an old, ratty notebook he had dug up deep within his belongings. He wasn’t entirely sure why he had hung onto it; heck, he didn’t even remember writing it. But this was definitely his handwriting, and these memories… they were coming back, and hitting him pretty hard. Memories of school, after his parents had been killed. It had been almost a year before he was settled down enough to even think about going back, and he had been so nervous…

He stumbled to the side after nearly colliding with someone. Damn, gotta pay attention more… Shaking his head, he looked around the street as he made his way back up towards Hope’s Peak. But soon, he found his eyes falling to his old diary again.

Master broke my finger yesterday. It hurt really bad. Made me bandage it myself. I don’t think I did it right though. It still hurts, though. Really bad.

Went to school with my finger messed up. No one asked about it. I think they didn’t notice. Do they even care? No, they won’t. They all have their own circles of friends they were a part of. I don’t matter to them.

His reading was interrupted once again as he slammed straight into someone.

“O-Oh, sorry! Wasn’t watching where I was going!”

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“Go ahead.” He nodded. This couldn’t be too bad right?

Nick wasn’t sure why he had decided to smooch the prosecutor, but it was too late to turn back now. Placing a hand on the other’s hip, he leaned back in and pressed his lips to Klavier’s. 

He hadn’t had a little fun like this in a long time. It was kind of nice to fool around again. Just for shiggles, of course.

Welcome to Dangan Castle! [semi-open]

You don’t know where you are. The only thing you’re certain of is your name, and that you’re somewhere you’ve never been before.

You feel in your pocket. Oh yeah. You received an invitation to come to Dangan Castle, to reward you for excelling in your field.

But why don’t you remember coming in?

You hear an announcement over the castle from an overhead intercom.

“Please gather in the main hall.”

You don’t know how, but you knew exactly where the main hall was. You look around to see quite a few other people look just as confused as you are.

You’ve never seen these people in your life.

Soon two wide doors at the end of the hall swing open to reveal a sharply dressed man, who almost looks like he’s smirking.

“Welcome, dear guests, to my castle. I’m glad to see you’re all awake.

My name is Simon. And I will be your host for our event.

Now then, onto explanation. I’ve brought you all here because you’re specialists in your field. I, for instance, am Super Level Archaeologist.

But you see, I am also Super Level Mastermind.” He chuckles, and you know right then he’s up to no good.

“I have composed a small game. For my enjoyment mostly. You all will fight til the bloody death. To see who truly excels over everyone here.”

His smug, red eyes look at everyone in the room, and you’re almost certain he looked at you longer than anyone else, which sent a chill up your spine.

Everyone in the room erupts into gasps and cries of ‘You’re mad!’. Your host doesn’t seem phased by this.

“You have all been assigned rooms. After this meeting is over, you shall go to your chambers. There is a list of rules and regulations that will be met without question. Lest I have to step in.

And then. The game will begin.”

His face finally changed from a bored, almost smug expression, into a warm smile.

“Any questions?”

Closed Starter For Herr Prosecutor

Pepper coughed, another mouthful of blood hitting the sidewalk. Ugh…. That… hadn’t gone as planned. Edgey would freak… She looked awful. She was covered in cuts…. her nose was still bleeding…. she wasn’t sure, but she probably had a black eye…. Note to self: When confronting hoodlums, show badge before getting them mad. To be fair… She hadn’t expected them to pull knives on her…. or punch so damn hard. At least backup had come before things got too bad…. Not that she had been there when they arrived. She had managed to make a run for it. She wiped her bloodied lip with the back of her sleeve, wincing slightly. God she hoped they hadn’t broken anything…. Pepper made her way down the empty street. Hopefully no one saw her like this…. She probably needed to go into emergency…. though she had other plans. No way was she going anywhere NEAR a doctor…. No… She’d be fine at home… She had bandages… and ice…. She’d… be fine.

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    Apollo arrived at the park, seeing nothing but the birds chirping on the branches of trees, the fountain in the center of the park with coins that were sunken at the bottom, and people chattering on benches while feeding the pigeons.

           He wondered why he’s here in the first place. Until he felt a tap on his head.

  ❝Hey. I got your message. What’s up?

Not my cup of tea @simonf0ster, @herrprosecutor

Hershel pursed his lips, relieved as the song came to an end. Unlike Simon, who enjoyed Klavier’s music, Hershel did not.

Especially when he was standing next to a speaker, the bass vibrating through his body. And the singing, thought Hershel would never admit that Klavier’s voice sounded quite soothing. When he wasn’t screaming at the microphone or asking the girls to sing along with him.

No, Hershel would rather stay at home listening to a classical piece, drinking tea and nibbling on a few shortbread biscuits.

“Is it over yet?” He asked Simon, smiling as Klavier looked over at them.

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-Takes said marker and draws a Gavinners logo on her back, just under her neck. You better not move, Maggie, even if it tickles; Klavier /is/ a perfectionist, after all.-

—— ☽"K-Klavier! The hell m-man?!“ Maggie squeaked out, glancing back at him over her shoulder. She’s beyond a little ticklish and so the feeling of the marker running along her back was absolutely killing her.

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❀} —    "Oh! Oh, just a moment–!“

     The clairvoyant was currently messing around with things she was trying to catch up on around the house, including but not limited to caring for her flowers and rabbits along with some paperwork. After nearly throwing things all over the place, she stumbled to the door while her telekinetic hands put everything back in place out of sight. She never really knew who would be at the door, so she wanted to keep her psychic abilities out of the open for the time being. However, she put on her usual little smile and looked up in the doorway.

     "Oh, good evening, darling!” she greeted casually, a soft chirp in her tone. Other than looking like she had been running all over the place all day, she seemed happy. “Is there something I can help you with?”