#~arsenal ace~

[thegatesofinfinitespace]

Now this is unusual. The request-- order? -- to make his way to the Commander's office wouldn't be unusual... if there was a mission to debrief. As it stands, the purple reploid hadn't been deployed since their last (unofficial) outing together. Momentarily, he contemplates knocking, before deciding it's best to enter right away. "You called, Boss?" Asked idly as he closes the door behind himself. [ @overx ]

It's hard to make sense of.

While they'd hardly had the time since the attack at the RRC, there had been other questions unanswered that weren't just from the Maverick activity they'd encountered. It had been just a minor issue, left behind after the dust settled and they were scrambling to pick up as many pieces as they could before the vultures came knocking.

For now, the Ride Armor remains were in their Hangar, as crispy as burnt mechanics could be. Zoel had been sent to help dismantle it, and report his findings, which meant... a lull of sorts that sat like baited breath.

...And left space for those original concerns he'd had. The Commander hated the way it weighed down in his core, assumptions and conspiracies building in the vacant space. Sifting through files... The data pad clacks against his wooden desk, dropped again after scrolling through data vault after data vault.

That was when his subordinate walked in.

Zain did his best to control his irritation. "...Yes." He sighed, eyes dropping to the open screen before him. "I have some questions for you."

And things were going so well, too.

[ziel-soundwave]

"Hi! I'm looking for Xanti, have you seen him around lately?"

[ Answered by: @overx ]

Oh. Xanti, not X. They must be friends then? Vile pauses, tools set down on the workbench. He looks over, somewhat surprised to see the sunny blond had stopped here of all places for directions. Cheerful, smiley, cute... Yeah, you would be one of his friends. "Sorry, you just missed him. I think he stepped out for an errand but he should be back soon."

Oh. He's not here? "Ah, that's fine." For missing his friend, Ziel tried his best to not sound too disappointed. It wasn't for anything important anyhow; just a chance to catch up while the rebel had some free-time.

Nothing wrong with waiting for just a little bit, especially when... "What are you working on?" He leans over the Hunter and the table he was bent over, arms folding behind his back-- reassurance he wasn't going to reach out and touch any equipment.

Wait.

"Holy smokes, is that a multi-element plasma cannon?! Is that shoulder mounted too?? Oh man, are its components interchangeable? And the torque in this-- Have you thought about diverting run-off discharge into thrusters for--"

[noodles-and-tea]

Okay been watching lupin a bit…

[thegatesofinfinitespace]

My fashion? It's a strange thought, enough to shake off his embarrassment, and it suddenly occurs to the Copy that there wasn't really any point of comparison they could look to for reference for both sides of the isle, save for his and Crim's armor versus Vile's.

Armor truly being that bulky did align with the few files they'd managed to uncover before. Older reploid design wasn't built to be compared to humans, but they likely also had the materials to spare. He thinks back to the tower behind him, doing his best to hide a grimace. It was best to have Crim come here, then to be closer there.

Although... he can't really see his companion with anything other than the silver hair he'd always had. "...Maybe it's the Mythos. Az-- my mentor," hastily added, for an unwillingness to name drop that person to either party with him yet, "implied that it could affect the physical frame to a degree." Except for Seraph, who only ever seemed to have it strain his core.

He's not really sure where to start though. Despite working to get them both in the same place, was it really his place to ask? Not that he didn't want to know-- just knowing anything about Crimson was...

"...Okay, right, so... the Wars haven't happened yet." Which was about all he knew as far as written history and oral history were concerned. Before that, things kinda had fallen to the wayside, even in what little had managed to survive the archives-- but then again he and Crim hadn't finished going through that trove.

Plus, hard to think of what Crimson would want to know... "Uh... You... said that he was-- is-- your commanding officer. Are you on a unit?" Were there others?

...No. Wait, there was one more. It felt like playing with fire, asking that. "Is... X on your unit...?"

Awkward as the situation is, it's coming from a good place. Seraph is genuinely giving him an olive branch here. This meeting isn't about the Resistance, this isn't about Neo Arcadia, it's just about....

Helping me.

"...I..... see." Oh, right, their company. The Zero turns his attention back to Vile, somewhat struck by the Maverick Hunter. That name, that armor, there is something there, even if all that remains is fragmented data. ...forgot? The purple reploid frowns to himself. Can't imagine what kind of hell you went through for your own memories to be unrecoverable. "Shorter," Vi confirms now that the introductions have passed, and to lift his own spirits. Strange being the metaphorical authority in the room, but nothing he can't handle with an audience of only two. "Course, your old armor was a lot bulkier. Seems you're matching Seraph's fashion these days." A wonder why all the armor was so sleek-- is it sturdier or a lack of materials?

"I'll level with you, you don't look and sound exactly like the Zero I know-- my boss is blonder for one-- but I'm willing to bet you've at least got some things in common." His helmet tilts towards Seraph, as if to make sure it's still alright to proceed.

"I don't suppose either of you had a place you wanted me to start? Seraph here can probably guess from our earlier chat what I haven't.... y'know, done, yet." Sort of? The missing history is going to make it hard to compare notes but surely they could find a mutual event somewhere.

[dinodoggie]

Thinkin about Great Ace Attorney so i re-did this meme with Herlock Sholmes!

Hope you enjoy this silly drawing, and have an AWESOME day!!

[rowanberrypop]

tms and capcom… call me

[australianklaviergavin]

I was telling my brother about the art of Kazuma and Ryunosuke where it is, like, abundantly obvious that they traded scarves at some point for whatever reason, and he (really thoughtfully) went "That's interesting....... So how did they have a child....? Was it a science baby?" before adding on the absolute killer of "Was Harebrayne involved?"

[doctorsiren]

drawing during anthropology

[rainymeadows-art]

i refuse to elaborate

[memoriesofafallen]

⚜️Fort Arsenal⚜️

[thegatesofinfinitespace]

"Vile, I have an assignment for you." It's... a grocery list? --- There is a distinct sense of surprise as the Maverick Hunter looks over the notepad, and then back to Dr. Cain. Somehow, he'd assumed when he'd been sent over, that the world famous roboticist was in dire need of expertise specific to the Hunter Organization.

"...right..." who normally handles this kind of thing? Vi wants to ask, but holds his tongue. It's just a little grocery shopping, no big deal. ...............

//Hey, Zain?// The ping isn't out of the ordinary, a fairly innocent from Xanti. //Are you still.... uh, planning to get some stuff for the kitchen today?// Hopefully it isn't too late to message. //Would you mind er, checking on Vi for me while you're out?//

@overx

//Yes, I'm already there.// A reusable grocery bag in hand, already full of ingredients for a simple pasta dish.

It's not out of the ordinary. In the first few seconds to follow while his boyfriend was typing, the blond had the initial assumption Xanti was going to ask him to pick up additional ingredients for dinner, or something he was craving at that very moment.

Instead...

He makes eye contact with a familiar shade of purple, right as the X's message pinged through. //...Just found him.// An incredible scene, really. Zain approaches nonchalantly, reaching past the Hunter for powdered parmesan, but can't help but voice his opinion flatly.

It wasn't like his own unarmored face was a secret. "Why... didn't you come in civvies?"

[dragonnon]

In the victorian era, there was this green paint that was used fucking EVERYWHERE, called arsenic paint, and mysteriously, people kept dying slowly because of it, the paint contained an ingredient that was so poisonous you could die from even passively smelling it. That was arsenic, hence the name.

Walls, furniture, women's fashion, and even some lady's flowers were adorned with the colour, nobody was aware it was what was killing them. there was a book written to stop people using it by spreading awareness. But the thing about the book? It had remnants of the arsenic from the paint within it's pages, and reading it is deadly in this day. So it is held within a special library in a glass container, effectively being the deadliest book in the world.

In sholmes' suite, there is a little chair, and it is green. Somewhat the same color as arsenic green, and In the same era as the arsenic paint. I believe that chair's fabric was made using arsenic paint, So I have a theory that sholmes', with all his scientific experiments figured out it was poisonous, and just as quickly figured a way to make arsenic paint non poisonous in the ace attorney timeline.

You can see the arsenic paint in the Garrideb lodgings on the walls, and on soseki's makeshift Zabuton, and the photo frame from when Olive was having a stay in the hospital.

Tl;dr: there was this green poisonous paint back in the day. sholmes prevented like a buuunch of unnecessary deaths because he wanted to sit down on his favorite chair without coughing, realized the reason he was coughing was because it's coated with poisonous paint, and then made the poisonous aspect of the paint obsolete with crazy science bullshit and finally got to sit down.

[ballsbalb]

i love doubted ballers. gotta be my favorite genre of players

[thegatesofinfinitespace]

"...No. Before it wouldn't have been an inconvenience." He's not explaining that one much though. So much for wanting to hang out with someone he was just beginning to befriend.

"Seriously?" That has to be a joke. Then again, Zain's track record for everything outside of work isn't exactly stellar.

"...sir, with all due respect... wouldn't that have happened sooner?" They worked on the same unit while avoiding the shit out of each other, surely he isn't being jinxed now that they actually get along.

[bluesheep23]

Dickroy might be my favourite ship because like my husbands are husband and im their husbands husband so like

[neutrallyobsessed]

ARSENE LUPIN REFERENCE?????!?!??!?!?!??!