#intoheart

[applesmiled]

@intoheart​ ( starter call! )

As much as she had hoped to be able to move on from the recent events in her homeworld, this place had a different idea. The very thing that caused her so much misery had been brought here and was very quickly destroyed with help. ...But was that what she wanted? What she needed? Even after getting the slight relief of helping to destroy that fortress... it didn’t really help her. And it’s obviously having an effect, and not just through her and her sudden lack of communication for a couple days.

Turnip’s drawings couldn’t be so ignored anymore. It did confuse her as to why they were drawing it, however... she hadn’t programmed them yet to be able to understand simple things like conflict; that would come in its own time. But even the robot didn’t seem aware of those concepts quite yet; didn’t understand the fear that should come from something like that. Still quite innocent on those grounds. There had to be a reason they kept on handing these to her whenever they finished... was that their subtle way of trying to get her to do something about it?

It would be rather hard to tell Flora to talk to someone if they couldn’t even talk or write cohesively! A work in progress, one hindered while the robot waited for its creator to feel better.

But Flora wasn’t stupid or naive about what had happened. If she had experienced witnessing something she didn’t want to see again, chances are likely that those she cared about did too. Including the very person, she wanted to discuss this with. So this conversation couldn’t just be about her now... she wouldn’t allow it to go down that path. Both of them needed a chance to talk, and she really didn’t want to be the first one to open up. How does one begin to explain the concept of being held prisoner in a mobile fortress with who you thought was the future version of a friend turned out to be a complete stranger?

Right when she thought the other aspects of her life were weird enough, too.

So, she had been standing outside the door trying to work up the courage to actually walk in the room. Turnip had come with her to stand with her for... some sort of encouragement, but she had been very adamant about them not getting involved in the conversation. This was going to be quite personal, and she didn’t want Turnip to learn about those things just yet. After a couple of minutes of silence between the two simply staring at each other, Flora finally motioned for the robot to be on their way to do something.

With slight hesitation, hand knocked on the door a couple times before stepping in, head peeking around the corner to make sure she wasn’t interrupting something more important. “ Athena? “ Stepping away from the door and closing it behind her, hands clasped together to nervously fiddle with fingers. “ Can we talk? “

[isolaradiale]

hi! if no one's stolen my spot, i'd like to reapp athena cykes from ace attorney. all her info is still on /app and her achievements and ranks on /stats. thanks!

Welcome back to scenic Isola Radiale, Athena!

You’ll be staying in CONDO 427.

You’ll retain everything you had during your previous stay.

Have a nice time! :)

– ⋆ δ Caeli

[smallblueboyscout]

@intoheart​ because its 8:30 am and I’m still awake

“Can you please stop by the clinic before we go any further?” Her voice mail had said. He was standing in front of the building, biting his lip and staring up at the sign. He’d been standing there for ten minutes, reading that sign. He’d managed to come to the door, but going inside?

What if she said “no”, because he was too dangerous? What if she said “no” because he was just overreacting and just a kid? Adults get therapy. Not kids. He should never have turned in that stupid form. He should leave, before he wastes her time.

Instead, he reaches for the door, reminding himself not to break the handle as he pulls it open. He had already broken two cups this morning when he tried to eat breakfast, before he gave up.

He’s in his civilian identity, so at least he’s able to pull his hat down some as he walks inside. “Hello? Miss? You there?” He stepped further inside, letting the door swing shut behind him. He’s all nervous energy, tapping his feet, fidgeting with his hat, clenching and unclenching his hands, anything to keep from bolting like he really wants to.

[princesselmelloi]

@intoheart  liked your open rp ad.

Reines tried to be prepared at all times for whatever may come her way. She had rations tucked away in her purse in case of an sudden need for food, right next to the hat and mittens she had taken to carrying after dealing with the frozen wastelands the city had once decided to constantly throw her way. Trimmau or Lancer acted as a near constant guardian, and her returned fire powers certainly helped.

But, of course, not everything could be carried around at all times, and something had to be left behind. Sadly, today, that mistakenly abandoned item had been an umbrella. Trimmau, unable to shift into a more protective form, had done her best to shelter her as they rushed towards a nearby building for cover, but the sudden torrential downpour had definitely left it’s mark. And maybe several puddles on the floo.

[lastritesprosecution]

@intoheart​

Nahyuta needs a moment to himself. He finds a moment of respite by stopping under a tree. He thinks he’s near the manor at this point. Would it be safe to go home? Does he even want to? It’s...

He leans his head back with a sigh, taking as shallow a breath as possible to avoid exacerbating the wound on his side. That’s what he got for engaging in physical combat with multiple assailants. But it was done. She was gone. She couldn’t--

She couldn’t touch him here. Not again. 

Before he’s realized it, he’s...crying? Is that what this is? He lets out a shaky breath, clenching his teeth as pain lances through his side. Is it wrong to feel relief? He had dirtied his hands...but for Rayfa--

A sound nearby puts him instantly on alert, not that he can move that quickly. Seeing a familiar face makes it easy to relax. Thank goodness he doesn’t need to fight now...he’s...definitely not feeling up to it.

“Athena...you startled me. Apologies...are you doing alright?”

If their voice wavered, if their tears were apparent...they were going to act as if everything was fine. Because it had to be. It was over with. 

[nokkiru-blog1]

 @intoheart​   /   security breach  ( part i )

  it’s not exactly much warmer inside the building, but it’s still better than the FREEZING WINDS and WILDLY FLYING SNOW. finally getting the small group of civilians he’s found in through the door, shiro follows and slams it shut against the howling winds. he’s panting, they all are, but they’re almost at their destination  ---  at least, he hopes so. there’s supposed to be a clinic in ONE of the buildings in the area but, new as he is to this place, he’s only got so much information to work with that makes any sense.

everyone makes it up the stairs, though it takes a bit of COAXING and a few short breaks, and he follows the others into a room they all seem to recognize. before so much as taking a moment to look around, shiro directs them to the first seats he sees and helps those who need it to sit down. only once he’s sure that everyone is content for the time being does he stand straight and take a PROPER LOOK around. judging by the look of things, as well as the fairly crowded nature, it has to be the clinic. thank god. though it takes a bit more searching, his gaze DOES finally land on someone who appears to be some degree of in charge, to whom he promptly makes a beeline.

     “ excuse me-- this IS the clinic, right? ”  the question comes with a brief apologetic look for interrupting her, and shiro pulls his helmet from his head, tucking it beneath his arm for the time being. a gesture then follows with the opposite arm in the direction of his small band of civilians.  “ these people can’t get back to their homes and don’t seem able to protect themselves from everything that’s going on out there. i was hoping there might be some room here for them, or that they can at least get any injuries tended to. ”

[spiderstaff]

intoheart replied to your post “I think my new title’s going to be ‘Thief Princess Spider’. I don’t...”

can you make an exception and accept criticism just this once

“I mean, I guess I could? But this is the best title in the world, so who would even have criticism?”

[beyond-use]

✧ yeet

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

@intoheart !

I would kill you.  ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you   unprovoked.  ✧ I would manipulate you.  ✧ I dislike you.  ✧ You annoy me.  ✧ You scare me.  ✧ You intimidate me.  ✧ I hope I intimidate you.   ✧ I pity you.  ✧ You disgust me.  ✧ I hate you.  ✧ I’m indifferent toward you.  ✧ I’d like to get to know you better.  ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you.  ✧    I’m unsure what to think of you.  ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you.  ✧ You are my friend.  ✧ You are my best friend.  ✧ You are my mentor.  ✧ I look up to you.  ✧ I respect you.  ✧ You are my hero.  ✧ You inspire me.  ✧ You are my enemy.  ✧   You make me happy.  ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side.  ✧ I consider you an equal.  ✧ I think you are beneath me.  ✧ I think you are above me.  ✧ I would lie for you.  ✧ I would lie to you.   ✧ I would sleep with you.  ✧ I would sleep by your side.  ✧ I would  hug you.  ✧ I would kiss you.  ✧ You are family to me.  ✧ I would die for you.  ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life.  ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging.  ✧ I would trust you with a secret.  ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret.  ✧ I love you (platonically).  ✧ I love you (romantically).  

[rockstarprosecutor]

@intoheart​ (Security Breach P1 Starter)

“Athena? You here?” Klavier pokes his head around the clinic’s doorframe, relieved to spot her inside. He’s never been with her in a crisis situation outside of the incident at Themis, so he’s impressed at how quickly she’s taken charge. He was nearby when all this started, so of course he had to help out.

"I brought what supplies I could find.” He hands over two bags, pulling his coat tighter around him and stifling a sneeze. “There’s a few blankets in there, and some food if anyone needs it.” He wishes he could have brought more, but a lot of stores are running low... and it’s not like he can run back to the manor at this point.

“Is there anything I can help with? Looks like we’re going to be here for a while, least I can do is make myself useful, ja?”

[phantommirrored]

intoheart replied to your post: He’s sighing loudly and dramatically.  Seemingly...

please stop youre being too loud

“WOULD YOU RATHER I YELL?”

[compassionatefade]

@intoheart​

When it comes to the form, he knows he’s done badly before she even sees it.

Cole really has tried, painstakingly practicing his writing until it almost looks right, even through the frustration of trying to sit and be focused in a way that feels stifling, of trying to keep his focus on the paper and the lines instead of to people passing, or the morning air, or a squirrel scurrying by. He wants this, has desperately longed to chase it since he understood enough about the poster in front of him to go from you can do that to i have to learn.

It still isn’t good. He’s given up on “age” entirely and hopes she won’t ask, and the writing isn’t anything like Josephine’s pretty curling lines or Solas’s plain, easy letters. He’s spelled things wrong, and there are parts he doesn’t know how to write down. So he is already preparing himself, when he hands his paper over, making plans to stick to the shadows and watch and try to learn that way.

And then - she says yes. She has doubts and worries and she knows his writing is bad, but Athena says yes. And she’ll teach him.

It. Oh.

The feeling is - quick and bursting, in his chest, and he isn’t sure where it’s come from (because it isn’t her happiness, or anyone else’s around) but tracing it isn’t important right now. The want comes back in a roaring wave and it trips his words as he tries to find the right ones.

“I know it isn’t - good. I know I need to learn things that I should know already, but I’ll listen and practice if you tell me things. I need to -

“I didn’t know that you could teach helping. I just knew I was trying, and not very good at it, and people told me things that sometimes helped and sometimes didn’t. But they - where you come from, they gave it a name, and they taught you, like they teach cooking or writing or, or healing herbs.

“So... I promise I’ll try my hardest. I want to learn it too.”

[applesmiled]

@intoheart​ inquired ; “Wow, your hair looks just like starlight. It’s beautiful!”

HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE SENTENCE MEME ( accepting! )

It wasn’t all too often that the lady had her hair down. There was always something happening that required her hair to be in a ponytail or even a bun if she wasn’t too concerned about maintaining it... and there was also just a slight nervousness whenever the ribbon wasn’t being used to tie her hair. She could never have it just laying around somewhere, collecting dust. It meant too much to her to let her do that. But sometimes, when she’s slept in longer than she was supposed to, Flora decides to keep her hair down.

She was just fiddling with the ribbon in question when she heard the comment, eyes immediately darting up as her hands stopped messing around for the time being.

“ Really? I haven’t brushed it yet today, though... “ It was always a bit of a worry for her when her sleep schedule ended up messing around with her routine. There were just some things she likes to have consistently happen, and it really threw her for a loop whenever it didn’t happen at the time she expected them to. “ But thank you! I’m just... not too sure what to do with the ribbon... I always have it on in a ponytail. “ She looked a little sad upon admitting that. It was easy to tell that she never really tried other hairstyles.

Her body language also made it easy to see that she was a little embarrassed about that too.

[isolaradiale]

when ur muse goes on an indefinite hiatus in your heart 😔 dropping athena cykes from ace attorney until i sort myself out. she's in edgeworth manor, archimedes. thanks

She’ll be dropped for you!

– ⋆ capella!

[wrightsideofthelaw]

This one is a later delivery, but Phoenix will see two new wrapped additions to his desk - a selection of chocolates in a box and what looks to be a leather messenger bag, custom-engraved with 'Edgeworth-Wright Anything Agency'. A card remains, multi-color and merry. "Thanks for letting me be a part of this again. And for everything else. Merry Christmas!" The employee in question is nowhere to be found, however.

A glance at the card tells him who it’s from– bright and cheerful, just like Athena. He absentmindedly eats a piece of chocolate as he reads it, before turning his attention to the other gift.

Phoenix slings the bag onto one shoulder– it’s definitely a step up from the backpack he’d been carrying around, not to mention a lot more professional. Perfect for this new step forward for the agency, and he’s thankful to have Athena along for the ride!

 Even if she isn’t around right now, he’ll be sure to thank her next time he sees her.

[hosttrick]

@intoheart​ said:‘ you miss 100% of the shots you don’t make. sometimes you also miss 100% of the shots you do make. ‘

“Is this supposed to be... a pep talk? It’s not working.” You don’t need to listen with your special ears to figure out the strange discouragement in his tone, Athena. He doesn’t know what to call this sort of thing, but it sure kinda sucks to hear!

[lastritesprosecution]

@intoheart​

What a...pleasure...to see a familiar face again. It could be worse.

“Ah, Miss Cykes. That was quite the jest you made in court. I did not know you were one for such jokes. It quite reminds me of something we have in Khura’in, and has become popular in America as well. I do presume the true culprit is going to Su’gandese.”