#✞﴾ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀʏ sᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ! ﴿ ans.

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✑║  @genieuslaw​ ::      

‘  Why  do  you  act  so  weirdly?  ’

              ❝ questions ❞

  It helped little that the use of the word ‘weird’ had differed somewhat between the minds of a 21st century girl and a man still stuck in the 19th.  So, Auguste could not help but feel a bit...flattered on this part.

   “I'm...a product of those I s-surrounded myself w-with at my most...impressionable. I-I suppose most of it is a reflection of my..ahem...mentor.”

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✑║ @edgelord-dl6​ ::

❂  - Your muse finds mine injured

                ❝ Accidental/unusual reasons to stick together ❞

   He’s experienced his fair share of serious wounds. His problem resides in his disposition for over a few centuries. He never could allow himself to be examined in any form, and this is of course includes grave wounds that SHOULD be professionally taken care of.     One could distinguish the scale of the wound without seeing the source, as he had removed his black jacket, exposing the dress shirt underneath, the off-white cloth of the right sleeve spotted from shoulder to cuff with blood. The slow circulation of limited amount of blood in his system begins to spiral delirium,  Auguste was almost completely knocked back when he bumps into a certain fellow prosecutor. Quickly, while regaining his balance, he also moves to cover the suspicious side with that black coat.

   “Guh...S-sir...uh...Edge...Edge-whatever.” he barely remembered the man’s name. His gaze flickered upwards from the ground for no more than a second in order to identify the back he had crash into. At times like these, he hoped being perceived as some eerie unfriendly eccentric works here, as well. Enough to be left alone without question, that is.      “V-verzeihung...”

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“You again?” (Lobo @thelovesofthegods)

                     ☕

"...Oh my," he begins, a spirited tone almost mocks the contrast. Auguste was not one too interested to irritate others with his obsessive interest in enigmas ( which were plentiful with the great amount of servants and provide endless mystery ). This beast and his almost inseparable comrade, especially.

"You s-seem displeased by my presence. No worries, I v-won't badger you for information."

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 ✑║  @lykaiia​ ::

☁ - Our muses find shelter from the weather…in the same place (hi!)

                 ❝ Accidental/unusual reasons to stick together ❞

   One could never predict when the fierce winds could bring rain. The downpour was so sudden to Auguste, he had not even considered bringing an umbrella this morning,a foolish oversight especially for him. He always remembered London’s weather, knowing well long ago walking with an umbrella in his possession was as important as his shoes. When the clouds had gathered and blanketed all of London with cold March showers, he had no choice but to abandon his plan for a quick delivery of documents he had been toting and were meant for the Lord Chief Justice’s desk at the office opposite end of the Thames. Rather, he must take refuge in any public building to formulate a plan to keep the documents devoid of danger.    Close was old haunt, not quite open yet, hiding in an tight corner of the city among the eaves and awnings of deep wood fronts and bow windows. One of the only slivers of nostalgia left for a man like this, and what would have been his desire upon returning.    One other seemed to have a somewhat similar idea, though a complete stranger. He hadn’t even known if she had business here at all. One thing was for certain, and that was the fact that the woman was...a bit tall. Now, in this situation, it would be awkward to speak to her, not even knowing if she was waiting out the rain or waiting for the eatery to open. However, it would also be awkward for the two for the two of them to stand in this silence under the awning.

   “U-um...”  eventually, it would have to happen, no? As for Auguste, he would not be able to restrain from saying SOMETHING.    “You f-forgot your rainshade, too?” he ends with a stiff yet reserved laugh.

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✑║ @genieuslaw​ ::

✿ :3c Hi Grandpa-

           ❝send “✿” for my muse say something they admire about your muse❞

   “Though it seems officials are disgruntled over students of law, especially from Themis, poke their nose about as if they have the authority to stand beside the attorneys as their equal, I have little problem with it. One seeking something more than what is constantly hammered into one’s brain until it is numbed, an example more real the the obviously staged trials is commendable. This girl in particular, she has a certain potential. Unfortunate, as she also seems to any further resolve.”

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✑║ @dragonskxn​  ::        10, 15!

      ❝ Angsty Character Questions ❞

  10. Does your muse have nightmares? What about? 

Every verse, he has surreal nightmares relating to fire. An ambiguous town engulfed in grand flames. Screaming in all directions, aimless and lost while frantically looking for someone, never finding them among the gruesome misfigured outstretch hands pleading for help.    Thankfully, Auguste can keep himself awake for days before needing sleep, so the nightmares not as frequent in a week, or month at that.

15. How often does your muse cry? Do they view it as weakness?

   Auguste does not cry often at all. He can be a bit emotional, but only in extreme and rare overwhelming emotions, he would cry. It could tie into the previous answer, as he would awaken with such a profound response he could find himself just...crying.

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✑║ @bloodxhound​  ::   1 & 17 : )

      ❝ Angsty Character Questions ❞

1. Is your muse afraid of death?

   For himself, he is not exactly afraid of the possibility of death. If someone were to finally kill him, he believes he would more or less be fine with it. However, he dreads the day of the inevitable death of those he cares about. It is why he tends to not become too close with individuals for too long nowadays, it certainly has manifested and evolved into absolute fear.

17. Does your muse consider themselves a good person? Why or why not?

   Auguste believes...his actions are good, especially pertaining to his career. Though he understands his morals are a bit gray, he would not hurt anyone or place anyone in a situation he was unsure they would be safe or not. He practices law to expose the truth instead of shooting down lies. I say it is more gray as he may not go in accordance to the law in order to reach this truth ( ie thievery, looking at you Purloined Letter ). It’s not an ‘ends justify the means’ sort of view ( especially in AA verse where even the letter would be vital in a case ), but Auguste will not jump hoops just to solve a case.    When concerning his character, Auguste would not be able to tell you if he were truly good. Though a bit blunt and a bit of a hermit, he tries not to trouble others and what he says is meant in good faith. He hates to lie though he tends to fall cryptic at the face unpleasant questions. He can be dismissive and downright inconsiderate other times. He knows this, and does not really know if this constitutes ‘goodness’. Perhaps the meaning of the word has become lost to him, now.

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Whats your favorite food?

   “Pork dishes are my favorite, I absolutely love roasted pork hocks.”

    “...Though, blood sausages are so savory. I could always go for blutwurst, but I do also like black pudding.”

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Mr.Winterbach, what is your favorite thing about America? Or the Americans you’ve met? And what’s your least favorite thing about those two things?

 “I can only speak of a small fraction of America, I’ve only ever stayed in Los Angeles, after all. However, the diversity makes for a colorful many characters of different walks of life. Very much different from the semi-rural area I lived back in Germany. Shall I confess I’ve discomfort with the overt friendliness, though the unabashed bluntness is convenient as people tend to express their opinions more easily. Cases here are mere child’s play here as opposed to my home country—I could see through many...and there are MANY.   My most heartfelt disdain is the climate and weather. Most months of the year it’s imperative I cover every inch of my body, keeping my skin from sunlight. I hate the looks I get as a result of this.”

   “Also, I tend to hear America, California specifically, as being the brightest and to-be place for opportunity. However, though the lights of the thousands of skyscrapers and high-rises grow greater...               Hmm, nevermind.”

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‘  who  are  you?  ’

                                                                   ☕

    Sword sheathed at his side, and garbed in attire analogous of someone less than approachable, Auguste was self-aware of his disposition. For a moment, he fell silent to determine from the young woman's demeanor if she carried apprehension in her words or if such brusqueness was a trait of hers.

    "N-no need for concern. I'm..." his eyes shift, glancing to the ground.   "Just a-an inquisitor. I've no intent to...c-cause trouble.."    Yeah, it was less than ideal to hear for anyone. A head of an inquisition in Nohr may set fear in many, even innocents. This one in particular was well aware, yet gave a more straight answer than he oft found himself doing.

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‘  why  is  this  here?  ’

                                                                    ☕  

"Oh, that?" His eyes look up from documents to what was situated near his desk, where the fellow attorney was standing. Her interest was not at all unfounded - Auguste's office was full of curiosities most others in the office would find discomfort in this place. Apart from the bat handing in a dark corner of the ceiling, the coffins repurposed into shelves for his tea and wine...and well... that thing:

   "My office is like...a s-second home, sometimes I...I just need a place to rest."     No, it was not the wine-red chaise lounge that looked of notable comfort. Instead, this was the ACTUALY COFFIN laying upon the ground, left open to expose the inner silk linings and a few books that clumsily lay there. Not a comfortable fit for any living being by any means, but it was worth it for the aesthetic. At least, this is the only justification Auguste could possibly have.

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‘  want  some?  ’

                                                                    ☕

   Auguste looks on with keen interest, barely realizing he had been staring at the foreign-no- ALIEN cuisine the other was partaking in. It was more or less the tired trope of ‘many millennia-old being seeing modern culture for the first time’. Even more, he was absolutely stunned into a moment of silence that anyone would offer food like this to him. A stranger, even...    Realizing his staying gaze, he averts his eyes in slight embarrassment. He fumbled for his words, but eventually choked them out:

    "I...ah....n-not really. But...I v-was just wondering....v-what it is, is all..."

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“Hey, have we met before?”

                                                     NEUE GESICHTER

    Surely such a question should not come at a surprise. Auguste had come to assume correctly what it meant when someone found him familiar, despite his own lack of knowing the other party. As for someone with such unique style compared to those in this era, other aspects of physical appearance seemed to cause immediate confusion as to his identity.

    "You are...a prosecutor at this office as w-well, right? I recognize your face. However, if you believe w-we've met, you may be mistaking me with someone else here."    He is accustomed to it by now, and found fancy with creatively dancing around the topic.

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‘  has  it  been  that  long?  ’ (Miles Edgeworth)

                                                                      ☕

    His head bows slightly, a little awkward in overhearing what possibly was nothing more than personal musing. Auguste was never one to consider another's emotions, but could read the room. Auguste had taken up the opportunity to brush up on important cases of this new city of residence, and of course one of which being THAT case. The smallest of details could escape him, and it seems one of those points was the prosecutor before him being involved in some way. He is neither one to know how provide consolation, thus could only settle with an apology.     " Apologies," he begins slowly, fumbling with his documents instinctively, " that case is of special significance to you, is that correct?"

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What’s your middle name?

  “Hmmm~ I have no middle name, I’m afraid. Even in traditional naming rules of where I am from, the VON WINTERBACH FAMILY never would have more than one forename.”

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   tags 1/?  ( AUGUSTE )