#System lawyer

[the-silent-fellowship]

Judge & Lawyer

System Roles

[PT: Judge & Lawyer | System Roles]

“Judges are headmates that act as a judge in the system. If one's system has rules and a headmate breaks one of them, a lawyer will be able appointed to them to determine whether or not the headmate is actually at fault or not. A lawyer may also negotiate with the judge to reach a suitable punishment. However, if the system does not have a lawyer, this decision becomes the judge's sole responsibility.” - Pluralpeida(link)

“Lawyer refers to a headmate that can defend or go against an accused member with evidence given to the judge. This can help the judge make decisions. If a judge is not present in a system, a lawyer may take over their duties along with the usual.” - Pluralpeida(link)

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[Lawyer ID: none yet]

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[redacted-coiner]

Mutual, Idol, and Family Systyle

Judge, Charge, Lawyer

Shepherd, Debugger, Buffer

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[alibonbonn]

Guy who went to Baldur’s Gate law school and passed the Baldur’s Gate bar exam some time long ago

[yuwuta]

gojo would kill your work husband. but if he were the work husband, that's a different story

REAL!! he’s such a hypocrite because if someone mentioned you had a work husband, his entire world would stop and he wold devise the absolute worst plans to make sure that your co-worker, everyone at your job, and everyone in the next building over knew that he was happily committed to you 

but if he is the work husband, he’s very........ dutiful in his role. there’s a loose office/lawyer au in my head where satoru is your secretary, and for all intents and purposes, your personal assistant, and he’s good at his job, but mostly because he considers his job to be pleasing you. he has coffee for you when you arrive, he moves your schedule around without you asking, he has answers to questions before you can even ask them, he has fresh flowers on your desk weekly, pokes into your meetings to pretend to hand you a file that’s really just maybe a single document in a manilla folder with candy on top of it—he’s made himself your business, your partner; he’s made himself irreplaceable, and he loves to remind everybody of that fact. 

he’s also extremely loyal. sure, he could day a week’s worth of work done in about a day, but that doesn’t mean he’ll just use his talents for anybody. he’s your secretary, so he’s at your beck and call, and everyone knows it. they know he’s the best, but also that he’s off limits—not because you won’t share him, but because satoru won’t let himself be shared. 

he also extends his duties beyond work, of course. when he hands you a print out of your schedule for the day and you’re confused by the three-hour block of time you have in the middle of the day, satoru just helps you shrug your coat of your shoulders and smiles, “that’s for the lunch date you have with me, of course!” hanging up your coat in your closet for you, “i’m paying, see you soon, sweets.” and because you’re great at your job, and satoru helps you be great, nobody really questions when the two of you have time for a 13-course tasting menu at 1pm on a tuesday afternoon. and if they did, all satoru would say that you two had a lovely date 

[marlynnofmany]

Hey, time to overanalyze magic again. It makes sense to me -- follow closely now -- that earthbending would just be the control of rocks. It's all the minerals that come from the ground, and sure, even some artificially created ones as long as they have the same structure. But just rocks. Not dirt.

Why not, you ask? I invite you to consider what dirt actually is. It's lots of things! Some rock dust, yes, but also crumbled plants, and decomposed animals, and a variety of fungus, and bits of poop from creatures both microscopic and large. Basically, it's a mess of all things organic (plus tiny rocks).

You don't want an earthbender for dirt.

You want a necromancer.

[radioactive-earthshine]

Kon being famous for demonstrating a non-romantic marriage for the benefits. So sad hardly anyone remembers this 😞

He'd 10/10 be loudly supportive of marriage between people for any reason - get that tax break with your bro, get that immigration expedited, snatch that insurance, say fuck you to your bio relatives in-particular. Is this a "Legitimate Marriage" Pft. What are you, a cop?

He'd also be the guy that would coopt all his friends into buy houses right next to each other, tearing down the fences, and sharing resources as a miniature commune. And he'd actually do it and not just joke about it.

He'd also get divorced for benefits too.

[bookofmac]

I actually really love the anticlimax of the 60's hyped up meeting being a zoom meeting that only 16 of them attend. so much of the show is about how fickle and personal Evil acts are, yes they are gross and disgusting, but also systematised and impersonal. and what better way to represent that than showing Leland trying to tell a demon what the mute button looks like.

[dragonsareawesome123]

I love that all the law kdramas I’ve watched so far have all been dramas that are social commentary on how fucked Korea’s justice system is.

[rarepears]

Stardew Valley x SVSSS AU where Shen Yuan inherits a farm from a relative and decides that maybe the country air would help his poor health. While there he hires a farmhand to help him named Binghe, who looks eerily similar to the Binghe of the terrible webnovel he read before coming there. In truth, it's actually a transmigrated Bingge hiding his identity so he could have his own nice shizun! But what's this? The local sheriff, Liu Qingge, isn't a big fan of Bingge and has been suspicious of him for months.

Is Shen Jiu the local lawyer that everyone hates because You Can't Trust Lawyers Period but everyone will still go to him if they have any sort of legal help (even if it's just neighborly disputes over where the fence goes on the boundary lines and doesn't exactly warrant a lawyer to step in). Then they complain about Shen Jiu's rates ("ripping off people! He doesn't do any real work around here.") and cast disdain upon his city-style fashion and mannerism.

Yet somehow everyone still likes Mayor Yue Qingyuan who graduated in a fancy city ("wow, I hope my son will be as smart as you, mister mayor!").

Shen Yuan consults lawyer Shen Jiu on a couple matters about labor contracts and tax law. His first taste of the townsfolk is an... interesting one.

[boarloved-art]

i like the car movies a lot.......

[caustinen]

thinking about teacher!gale single dad!john… john’s son (maybe like 8? 9? 10yo?) is acting up and he has to go meet his teacher and he comes in a little late straight from work (he’s a lawyer and works insane hours which is part of the problem) and holy shit he’s blown away when he sees the new homeroom teacher who’s the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen and he flirts the whole time despite being able to tell gale is a bit annoyed/confused by him but john can tell he warms up to him a bit during their meeting, and because he wants to see the pretty blonde again asap he volunteers as a supervisor for a night school next week.

once the kids are asleep he keeps flirting until gale relaxes completely in his presence but when he asks for his number gale is hesitant because he’s not sure if it’s good idea to date his student’s parents but he promises to think about it.

john is also serious about being better at spending time with his son no matter how busy work gets but it doesn’t hurt he can bump into gale every now and then too when he picks him up at school. maybe there’s some kind of an incident or smth i haven’t figured it out completely yet but eventually gale agrees to give him his number.

on their first date john learns that gale wanted to be a teacher because he had an unsafe chilhood home and school was his safe space and he wants to provide stability and tools for a good life for kids of all backgrounds. their romantic (and sexual) tension is insane now that gale can be a bit more relaxed when they are outside of the school context but maybe right when john is about to ask him home his son calls that he’s had a nightmare and wants to come home from the sleepover he’s at, and he’s apologizing so much for having to cut the night short but gale’s just like bruh you being a good dad is literally the hottest thing i can think of if anything this is improving your chances.

anywayy i still don’t know completely what to do this other than sweet falling in love and the three of them becoming a family, i’m not very good with angst but i’d maybe like to try writing something challenging and bring some obstacles to the road too… some other parent blackmailing gale because he thinks john’s son is getting special treatement in class or smth and him freaking out because he doesn’t wanna mess up this kid’s life idk i just hc it would probably be a bad trigger for him because of his own dad :(

[satomikristen]

[rowanisawriter]

possibility

ace attorney / nrmt + miles&trucy / 7k words

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Miles watches Phoenix draw another heart in the sand. His mind feels quicker than usual, jumping from thought to thought, to the last time they saw each other in Phoenix’s office, to the feeling of his tears hot on Miles’s shirt, to the coffee from this morning still buzzing in his body. He watches Phoenix in silence for a moment, transfixed by the way his finger carves shapes into the shifting sand.

“I’ve been thinking,” he says. “About the last time we saw each other. Six months ago. In your office.”

Over magic tricks, glasses of wine, stubborn grains of sand clinging to their hair, and the fear that an ill advised meeting at Phoenix’s office following his disbarment months before has tainted their relationship, Miles hosts Phoenix and his new ward at his beach house.

[rainbowsandwhumperflies]

The Winged Servant - 12

content warnings: discussions surrounding medically induced amnesia, royal/servant whump, angel whumpee, discussions surrounding corporal punishment (torturing onyx lol), let me know if I missed anything!

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The guard took me down three staircases and through too many hallways to remember before opening a metal door. “They’ll be waiting for you right in here. There aren’t guards in there, but those two are plenty capable and I will be waiting out here regardless, so no funny business.” I didn’t miss the click of the lock sliding into place as the door closed.

There was a table in the middle of the room. It had a white tablecloth on it, but it looked like it was metal and sterile under that.

Kieran was waiting at the table. Kieran and… someone else. The someone else would clearly rather I didn’t know. They were wearing a mask, blue and gray and big enough to cover every inch of their face. They had loose enough clothes to hide the curves of their body and their hair was pulled back into a bun that hid the texture and length of it—even the color outside of how dark it was.

“Hi, Onyx,” Kieran said softly. “How’s your arm?”

“Good, sir,” I whispered, bowing my head slightly. “Thank you for the concern. And, um, the medical help.”

“Of course. How about you come sit down, yeah? My friend here is going to stay anonymous, but you can call them Blue. We just wanted to ask you a few questions, if that’s okay?”

He was speaking so gently. As if I wouldn’t understand him if he was blunt with me. I wondered if I should tell him that I knew how to be a good servant, or if that was too irrelevant to the conversation. “Of course, sir.”

“What’s your full name?” Blue asked. They did not sound upset with me, but it was a far cry from Kieran’s soft tone.

“Onyx, Mx.”

“And… your last name?”

I glanced away, focusing my eyes on the tablecloth, tracing the gold embroidery with my eyes. “My apologies, Mx, but you would have to ask the royal family for that kind of information. I don’t know it anymore.”

“No? Why not?”

“I gave it to them, Mx, when I was seventeen. I don’t remember anything from before being a servant. It’s better this way. I'm more productive.”

Kieran and Blue stared at each other for a long moment before looking back at me. “They erased your memory?” Kieran asked slowly.

“Yes, but- but I agreed, sir. I offered to let them do it, because I wanted to become the best servant I could.”

“Okay, but your offer was before they actually did the procedure, right? So the only reason you know that you offered is because they told you.”

“Yes, sir,” I agreed. “I’m very grateful to them for telling me, since they don't usually tell me about before. As is their right, of course.”

“Jesus Christ,” Kieran whispered. “You’ve been with them this whole time, haven’t you? What did you do when they were overthrown?”

“... What?”

“When they were overthrown. Since they’re no longer royal. Did they just take you with them when they left the castle?”

This was similar to what Dr. Charlotte had said—she hasn’t ruled a country for the better part of the last decade—but it couldn’t be true. “The Rao family has ruled Sathenn for sixteen generations, sir. And I don’t- I don’t think I’d ever seen the castle before last night.”

“So you didn't work for them as an employee, or at least not after the memory thing.” Blue tilted their head. “How do you know that the Raos didn’t just grab you off the street and wipe your memory?”

I frowned. “His Highness Prince Ryan told me that I volunteered.”

“And you took his word for it. Right.” They wrote something down on their clipboard. “Did you try to leave?”

“Of course not, not on purpose,” I breathed, staring at them in shock. “I’m- I know how to be a good servant, I can be, I swear.”

“And you didn’t ever want to, or you were just too scared to? Do you understand the difference in the question I am asking?”

“I don’t… think I understand, Mx. I don’t leave because that’s what’s required of me as a servant, and I can be a good servant. It’s not about what I want or how scared I am, I just don't leave.”

“... Right.” I could not see their expression, but I didn’t think they looked convinced. “And what would happen if you did try to leave? Would you… get in trouble in some way?”

“Of course, Mx. But I know my place, I swear I do, I wouldn’t run.”

“Okay. But if you did.”

“I wouldn’t, Mx,” I insisted. “I swear. I can be good, I wouldn’t run.”

They paused for a moment, but nodded eventually. “Okay. Sure. You wouldn’t run. But do you get in trouble for other things, then? Other, smaller mistakes, maybe? Can you describe… I don’t know. Can you describe the most recent incident?”

The most recent one was… last night, despite the fact that last night felt much further away than it was. “Each morning, I bring breakfast to Her Majesty,” I explained. “Yesterday, I was late, Mx. I was punished for that.”

“What kind of punishment?”

“I usually wear a shock collar, Mx, and His Highness Prince Ryan shocked me three times. One for each minute I was late. A fair punishment.”

Blue had been scribbling on their paper, but froze as I spoke. “So you- when you say punishment, you mean corporal punishment.”

“Of course, Mx. Punishment is required for me to become the best servant I can be. How else am I supposed to learn to be better? I make much fewer mistakes than when I was new.”

Kieran was frowning at the wall, and I flinched when he turned his gaze toward me. “Tell Blue what you told me about your wing.”

“My wing wasn’t broken as a punishment, sir,” I explained again, not understanding the relevance. I hadn’t understood the relevance of any of these questions, but it didn’t matter, because the prince had said to do what I was told. “It was only to keep me from flying. But it’s- it’s okay, now, it barely hurts, it’s been years. His Highness Prince Cardan broke it before I gave the royal family my memories, so I don’t remember it happening.”

“That’s convenient,” Blue muttered. “Fine. Okay. Last couple questions, because I can’t stomach this for much longer. What do you know about what you were doing in the castle last night?”

I hesitated. “One of the guards said that we were breaking in.”

“Mhm. Were you aware of that before you came here?”

“... The royal family can’t break in anywhere, Mx. They’re entitled to any building they like.”

“Allow me to rephrase, Onyx. Were you or were you not aware, last night, that you came here as part of a group on a mission to kill people?”

“That’s not-” I hesitated. “They weren’t here for that. They were here for… for Kieran, they said. Anyone that they hurt was someone in the way of their rule—it’s not that they wanted to hurt people.”

“Didn’t they? I’ve seen the camera footage. You were an accessory to murder before you even got into the door. That didn’t make you hesitate at all? It didn’t surprise you enough to ask any of the Raos what you were doing here?”

Right. The guard with the purple hair. Outside, guarding the castle. Guarding Kieran. Dead, after someone had killed her, someone that had arrived in a car with me.

“No, Mx,” I said. “I didn’t- I didn’t ask. I’m not supposed to ask questions. It would be a waste of time. I’m just supposed to do what I’m told.”

Blue took a slow, measured breath. “Okay. I have good news and bad news for you, Onyx. The good news is that I think putting you on trial wouldn’t get us very far because you somehow managed not to realize that the Raos were killing people. Even after watching them kill people. The bad news is that you are ridiculously loyal to people that have been lying to you for longer than you remember existing. These people are dangerous to everything this country stands for. That makes you dangerous by proxy, regardless of your intentions or information, and we can’t exactly let you free either.”

You are ridiculously loyal to people that have been lying to you.

These people are dangerous.

“That doesn’t- it doesn’t matter if they lie,” I managed. “It doesn’t matter if they’re dangerous. It’s not the same for them, Mx. They tell me what they want me to know so that I can be the best servant possible. Sometimes that doesn’t include the full picture.”

“Why do you need to be such a good servant?” Blue asked. “Why does their comfort matter so much more than yours? They might have the best servant in the world, Onyx, but what is the point of serving them so much if they give you nothing in return?”

This was something I had asked too, once. It was years ago, when I was new and I had phrased it differently, but I remembered it. Why is my happiness less important than yours, Your Highness?

Prince Cardan had laughed and asked me how happy I thought he was. And he’d said that happiness- “Happiness serves no purpose, Mx. It doesn’t protect me or keep me safe or provide me with food. The royal family does that for me, if I do my best to be a good servant.”

“They’re not going to be the royal family ever again, you know. They’re-”

“When was the last time you ate something, Onyx?” Kieran interrupted.

Blue glared at him.

“... Last night, sir,” I answered quietly. “At dinner.”

“I think that the conversation Blue is trying to have with you would be better managed over a meal. How about we get you some breakfast?”

Blue was still glaring, and Kieran didn’t look happy. …But someone had asked me a question, and I was supposed to answer it. “Yes. sir.”

“Okay. Blue—paperwork. Try to start questioning Lucia if you have any extra time. Onyx—how do you feel about crepes?”

~

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[spaghett-onaplate]

depression is really weird actually wdym i spent 2.5 years of my life in bed

[pluralprompts]

Prompt #1,114

In a fantasy realm, System A's plurality is exactly what's needed to implement a loophole in a classic "No X shall defeat Y" prophecy.