MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH

Anyway, do with these what you please. Like if it helps, I guess?

I don’t roleplay here anymore, but I’ve had icons I made of various Ace Attorney characters sitting on my hard drive for a while. So I thought I would share! I believe they’re all 100x100.

Feel free to use- No credit needed. Maybe give this a like if you do use, though? Thanks much. 

Klavier Gavin Icons

Trucy Wright Icons

Adrian Andrews Icons

Mia Fey Icons

More Mia Fey Icons

I’m more than a touch interested in trying to get some sort of closed group rp thing going as well (because I do well with structure)

it’s partly because I feel like some folks have stopped tagging their smut (which really stresses me out to see) and partly because of dash-based panic and also partly because I got a new video game

“You don’t have to be a performer to know how to do a quick change, it’s a versatile skill. What if you’re, like… at a party or something, and then need to go do science really quick?” She pointed out. “Powers? No, not unless you count keen powers of observation, or being a magician… or magically adorable! But neither of those talents is much help for fighting crime,” she admitted. “So don’t worry miss I work alone, I’m happy to stay behind the scenes.”

“Nice new holiday. Let’s see Hallmark try and merchandise this one. Happy Poromas, Riceball,” Ema mumbled, producing some food from her labcoat pocket while trying to give some cuddles.

Maya was already eagerly setting things up when she heard the door open.

Right! A roommate. She’d half forgotten she would have one of those. 

She turned to see a brunette girl with a set of peculiar glasses standing behind  her. Time to get this party started!

“Hi! I’m Maya. Nice to meet you. I guess we’re kinda automatic buddies, huh? I didn’t finish decorating yet- I wanted you to get here first. I was thinking of curtains, but I wasn’t sure if you’d like purple? Or maybe pink? Maybe just plain old white or pale blue even…?”

And she was off at a million miles an hour. Poor Ema didn’t stand a chance.

Ema would have been impressed that anyone was capable of acting with as much energy as she could if it was not so off-putting to be on the other end of a ramble. “Curtains?” Curtains were absolutely the last thing on her mind when it came to room decoration. Posters, sure. Maybe even a nifty rug. But curtains? What were blinds for anyway, if not to block the light and keep young scientists from getting tangled up in curtains while on a simple mission to open the window?

“Uh... I’m Ema Skye,” she introduced when she could get a word in edgewise. Now that she had the opportunity (...curtains? Not her favorite), Ema could not think of much of anything good to say. “Yeah, I guess we’re roommates now. Have you picked your major yet? I’m torn between criminal justice, chemistry, biochemistry, and maybe general studies if I can’t pick.”

“Yes, that is true. I simply wish that technology was more readily available for those who are…not as good at constructing a mental image as myself, more than anything.” There was that little smirk of Edgeworth’s. Of course Little Thief was hardly necessary for him, though it did help him keep a clear picture of things as they happened. Still, visualizing a crime scene based on evidence present was nothing beyond the capabilities of himself and Ema.

“And as for samples, I was actually speaking of this little bit of blood the killer missed on this bookshelf right over here to compare to what we already have. The first step would be to run a comparison to the victim’s, but based on what I have seen so far, I have a feeling it will not be a match, which means the next step after that would be to compare it to any potential suspects.”

“Now, Detective Skye, what ideas can be deduced from the fact that all these books are in disarray, suggesting someone went through them, yet the killer missed this vital speck of blood despite cleaning up so much of the rest of the blood aside from that which we found around the victim?”

Ema tapped her foot on the floor. “I mean, you can always beg Kay and see if she’ll cave. Probably not.” It always seemed more likely to Ema that Kay would get something out of Edgeworth than the other way around.

“Few hypotheses to consider, actually,” Ema said, pulling out her phone to jot down some quick notes. “What- Do you think that the crime scene was tampered with? The culprit or someone else could have bled before fleeing the scene. Or the murderer purposely left the blood trace in order to pin the crime on someone else. Or maybe! Maybe the murderer just got really distracted by something and ran out of time!” Ema imagined that she would make a terrible killer since she tended to lose her train of thought.

“...Right, so you’re saying that the blood isn’t the victim’s. I can run the tests with the rest of forensics if that will help. Do you want the prints that we have on file matched up while we’re at it?” She figured if it was test-running time, then they might as well knock out all of the missing pieces that Mr. Edgeworth wanted. 

He listened carefully to what Ema old him about the Royal Family and tried of course to memorize all of it. He did have a grasp of what had happened back then, mostly thanks to the fact that he had stayed in touch with Trucy since Apollo’s leave. She had filled him in quite well about what had been going down in Khura’in but it was still a surprise to hear that the old queen had decided not to reclaim her title.

Maybe she doesn’t feel comfortable with being queen again? After living in hiding for such a long time….

Klavier shrugged – in the end, only the queen herself would know the answer to this question.

He saw the apartment complex where Ema was living right in front of them and already wanted to make a comment about it when he got asked to wait. The prosecutor looked surprised at first and considered his options, but in the end, he nodded.

Okay, I’ll wait here. I trust you to not ditch me here, ja, Fräulein Skye?

Shrugging, Ema considered the idea. “I don’t know if comfort is what’s at work here, but I suppose I can’t know for sure.” SHe disagreed, but did not want to argue about that. Maybe something else.

Ema paused, seriously considering for a moment what she would have to do in order to shake off Gavin. Probably not much, now that she thought about it, since his sense of direction seemed to be majorly messed up in this place. But in the end, she had to sigh and decide that the day had been decent enough that she would just deal with it. Dessert and the royal family couldn’t be the worst thing in the world, right?

Ema dashed into the dorm room, somehow toting four very large bags without assistance. She had actually cleared a path on the way up from the car with the sheer volume of luggage. All that she really had to get was her lamp and chair out of the backseat before she could dump everything on her side of the room and head off to orientation activities.

As she fumbled with her room key (needing to drop a couple of the bags in the process), Ema wondered what her randomly matched roommate was going to be like. She had pushed all of the suggestions aside from her friends and acquaintances aside, and gone for the random option. Dorms were relatively affordable, considering the location. Plus they included a meal plan. Convenient. Once she finally got the key figured out, she opened the door and burst in to get moving.

“Wha–No, no! God no!” Andi waved her hands, nearly falling out of her seat.”I mean, I may come off as a ‘bad girl’, but I’m a bad girl with a clean record!… Until now anyway.”

“I was just a regular girl living a regular life with her regular dad.” The goth said as she tried to calm down a little. “Think the worst trouble I ever got in was when I came home with all the piercings in my face.”

“My life didn’t get ‘flip-turned upside-down’ until after Venom moved to Philadelphia, and brought a slew of crazy super villains with him.” Pensively, she taps her fingers against the table, munching the last chip in her bag. “I mean, first you find your new neighbor coming home looking like he just crawled out of a meat grinder. Then Venom is having a brawl with another symbiote at your school. And then a serial killer is breaking into your apartment to draw Venom out.”

“And there’s my tragic backstory in a nutshell.”

Ema frowned. Well, she had definitely botched that one up. “It could still come out clean...” Depended on how well Athena spun it. It could all work out. Maybe. Probably. Especially if there was no actual criminal record, the judge would likely be persuadable.

“...Right, so I don’t think I’ll be moving to Philadelphia any time soon if I can help it. No offense, but my idea of fighting crime was always forensic analysis over running away from super villains.” It did not help that Ema was a little fuzzy on what Venom actually was (although what she did know made “goo suit” a little less nonsensical).

Poor timing since I have a choir concert this week (which may delay replies more than usual oops)