sorry, I've got finals coming up, so I haven't had the same time I had before. There'll be one posted later today though...I hope.

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Huzzah! I managed an update! Don't expect anything else from me til after the 14th though as my finals are coming up fast. This was a request from FF.net. enjoy!

Title: Best Left To Resolve Itself
Rating: PG-13 for mild swearing
Pairing: Godot + Franziska
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Things had always been generally very tense down at the Prosecutor’s office. Between the series of prosecutors who had worked down, there it was a wonder that more police officers didn’t resign. Between Edgeworth, Skye and Von Karma most members of the force were run ragged and ended up with substantial wage reductions (Gumshoe suffered the most in the latter category). After Lana Skye’s infamous murder trial and Edgeworth’s mysterious disappearance, many of the officers began to relax. They were soon given a rude awakening with the arrival of the whip-wielding Franziska Von Karma. The situation escalated however with the arrival of the neural visor wearing prosecutor Godot.
Simply put, Franziska and Godot did not get along (and even that was an understatement). They could barely agree on anything, and their arguments rang down the halls of the Prosecutor’s Office like a discordant symphony. Anyone foolish enough to catch them after an argument got a coffee cup hurled at them or a face full of whip depending on whom they encountered. Therefore there was an understandable amount of trepidation when Godot was assigned as Franziska’s aide in a high profile case.
Franziska had decided while driving into work that, while Godot was uncouth, obnoxious and insufferable to be around, she would try to make this work, if for nothing else than the cases’ sake. Coming to that decision made the idea of working with the blind prosecutor a little more tolerable; from completely unacceptable to insufferably irritating. Godot’s arriving twenty minutes late with no explanation or apology ruined that, however, and soon Franziska found herself barely able to restrain her whip from smacking the smug jerk across the face.
Godot for his part had arrived planning to annoy the everliving hell out of the 18-year-old prodigy. Sure, he was assigned as her aide, but that didn’t mean he had to play nice. He flat out did not like Franziska and, as he couldn’t prosecute this case, he might as well have fun with it. Needling Franziska was one of his favorite pastimes since becoming a prosecutor, second only to mocking Phoenix Wright in the courtroom. As the morning progressed Godot inwardly laughed as the young prosecutor’s face colored some rather interesting shades of red and purple and she held her hands tightly together to keep from grabbing her whip.
Everything hit the fan finally at about 3 in the afternoon, when they examined the crime scene photos.
Franziska’s voice betrayed none of her simmering rage as she talked, “The victim was stabbed and, from the look of the bloodstain fell forward after-“
“Blood? I don’t see any blood.” Godot did have the huge disadvantage of being unable to see red, so all he was some liquid of an indeterminate shade spread out around the body.
Sensing a chance for some comeback, Franziska said, “You foolishly foolish fool, there’s blood right there!” She pointed to the blood pooled around the body.
Godot shook his head, “I don’t see it.”
Franziska’s grin took a decidedly wolfish turn, “That’s because you’re blind, visor boy.”
Godot did a double take, “VISOR BOY?!?”
Franziska leaned back in her chair glad to be on the offensive for once, “you heard me you foolishly foolish fool who has been spouting foolishly foolish foolery all morning, at least I can see.”
“Oh yeah? At least I’m not redundant. You need a thesaurus bad, woman.”
“Coffee addict!”
“Evidence falsifier!”
“Jazz junkie!”
“Dominatrix wannabe!”
“THAT’S IT!” Franziska launched herself (and her whip) at Godot.
Edgeworth had been amazed at the relative quiet of Franziska’s office. It was astonishing to think that she and Godot could talk to each other for three minutes without trying to kill each other. However, it was short lived and, considering everyone else avoided Franziska’s office like the plague combined with the Spanish inquisition, Edgeworth went up to investigate. He entered the room without knocking and saw Franziska and Godot engaged in a fistfight. Franziska’s whip lay forgotten on the floor, but she still seemed to be winning. Edgeworth slowly edged back out of the room and headed back to his own office, as he decided (as he valued his face without welts or second degree burns), some things were better left to resolve themselves.
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Comments welcomed and appreciated as always!

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Last edited by Jenna_Darknight on Tue Dec 04, 2007 12:27 am, edited 1 time in total.

Hmm... it's good. The premise itself is humorous, but honestly I don't think it was quite as good as most of your others. Also, I'd suggest changing around the insults a little:

“Coffee addict!”
“Evidence falsifier!”
“Jazz junkie!”
“Dominatrix wannabe!”
“THAT’S IT!” Franziska launched herself (and her whip) at Godot.

Just because that'd make it hilarious.

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While the timelines don't quite meld, it sounds like something that could happen if Godot and Franziska were in the same country long enough for such a situation to occur. I approve.

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Aww... you took my suggestion <3

Reading back through it, it's actually REALLY funny... I don't know how I missed that the first time. >_>;;

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I love it. It's an interesting concept, and I like everything about it (Because you're you). It's a...strange pairing. Hilarious, too. I liked it.

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Well it is crackfiction, so it's allowed to be a bit strange and illogical. XD I'm glad to get positive reviews though.

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Alright, I'm back and I managed to get three of these suckers done. I'm working on another one as well, but it won't be up 'til sometime tomorrow. This was a request from The Doctor here on CR.

Title: Rain and tea
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kristoph Gavin/Viola

Atchung, baby!...Wait wrong Gavin, my bad.
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Kristoph never considered himself to be anything remotely close to the romantic type. He preferred distance in relationships, as distance allowed him to manipulate people to his whims and ends. Even his younger brother was not immune as he had artfully manipulated him into proving the illustrious turnabout lawyer himself, Phoenix Wright, had attempted to use forged evidence. Naturally he’d been the one to forge the evidence when he was Zakku’s defense attorney, but in the long run that really didn’t matter unless someone figured it out.
However, life does enjoy taking unexpected turns and one such turn happened to Kristoph a rainy day a year after the infamous State vs. Arumajiki trial. He had left the detention center, where he’d been meeting with a current client and, as his office wasn’t too far from the Detention Center, he’d walked. Of course two minutes into the walk, it had started raining like crazy, and Kristoph had to make a mad dash for an open door, which lead into a small building with a sign reading “Tender Lender”.
Once inside Kristoph looked around the seemingly empty shop. The cramped and cluttered space deeply offended Kristoph’s sense of office protocol.
“Hee…hee…hee…. Did you need something, Sir?”
A quiet voice made Kristoph jump, and he turned to see a rather small woman in black.
Regaining his composure somewhat Kristoph spoke, “Who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?”
“Viola. I guess you could say I’m the…owner of this establishment, Mr.-?”
“Gavin. Kristoph Gavin, attorney at law. A pleasure to meet you Ms. Viola.”
“The pleasure’s mine...Now, what can I help you with?”
“Nothing…at the moment. I simply came here to get out of the rain, I hope you don’t mind.”
“No, not at all…will you be staying her until the rain lets up, Mr. Gavin?”
“If you don’t mind…I didn’t have any other appointments for the day, and I’d rather not walk to my office in the rain.”
“That’s fine, Mr. Gavin. Would you care for some tea? I brew it special myself…. hee…hee…hee…”
Kristoph was pleasantly surprised to find that he rather enjoyed Viola’s company. Despite seeming somewhat eerie, she was well-spoken and pleasant to talk to. He’d hardly noticed he’d spent several hours longer than he’d needed too, as the rain had stopped long ago. It was only when he saw the ruddy sunset glow peeking through the clouds that he finally stood.
“I hadn’t realized how long I’ve been here. I’d best head off, thank you for the tea and allowing me to stay here until the rain let up, Ms. Viola.”
Viola stood as well, and favored Kristoph with a smile, “It was my pleasure, Mr. Gavin. It’s been a while since I’ve had such pleasant company…”
An awkward silence hung between them until Kristoph had stepped outside of the shop.
“Mr. Gavin.”
Kristoph turned and looked at Viola, “Yes, Ms. Viola?”
“Would you…consider coming by tomorrow as well.”
Kristoph graced her with a rare genuine smile, “I would love to.”
And he meant it.
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Yes, all three of these suckers are going up at once. This was a request from someone on FF.net and was actually the first of these three to be written.

Title: Paradox
Rating: PG
Pairing: was supposed to be Maya/ Franziska but ended up being more Maya + Franziska
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Franziska Von Karma had been expected to be very mature very early on in life. Her father’s obsession with perfection had forced her into the role of a prosecutor at age 13, and while she could easily handle that responsibility, she had missed out on the experience of being a ‘normal’ teenager or even a normal childhood (as if Franziska and her whip could ever be considered normal).
This lack of experience led her to be confused by Phoenix Wright’s rather erratic aide Maya Fey. Maya was, in many, was Franziska’s exact opposite. She was childish, melodramatic, prone to fits of fangirlishness and was unfailingly cheerful. Franziska did not understand Maya and therefore chose to ignore her.
Maya, for her part, did not get Franziska. She didn’t understand her focus on perfection (she hadn’t understood the elder Von Karma’s obsession either), or why she seemed to prefer seeming stuffy and old (She beat Nick out in that category, as he was at least fun) to actually enjoying life. It seemed more likely that Maya would give away her limited edition steel samurai poster than actually act her age.
Of course, as life seems to have a bizarre sense of humor, Franziska and Maya found themselves stuck in an elevator together in a blackout. It had not happened intentionally, as Maya had been heading up to meet Nick at Defense Lobby number 3 before a trial and Franziska had been heading to prosecute said trial. However, they were stuck in a cramped and dark place until the backup generator kicked in. Both of them had sat down in opposite corners of the elevator as they tried to ignore the building tension.
After a few minutes of an awkward silence (the fact that Maya was QUIET would have shocked anyone who knew her), Maya spoke up, “So…how long do you think we’ll be stuck here?”
Franziska threw a glare at the medium-in-training, even though she knew it wouldn’t be seen in the inky darkness of the elevator, “We will get out of here when the power comes back, obviously.”
“Oh…. right….”
Franziska devoutly hoped that would be the end of the conversation and she could go back to figuring out how to turn the tables on Phoenix Wright.
Unfortunately luck was not with her, as Maya spoke up again, breaking her concentration, “I hope Nick is alright…”
“I’m sure Phoenix Wright can handle himself.”
“…Why do you keep calling him that?”
Franziska stared incredulously where she assumed Maya’s voice was coming from, “What?”
“Well, I mean most of the other prosecutors and the judge all just call Nick ‘Mr. Wright’, but you stick his first name in there…why?”
Franziska rolled her eyes, “I could similarly ask you why you call him ‘Nick’.”
Maya laughed, “Oh, well, that’s what my Sis and his friend Larry call him. I just kinda picked it up.”
Franziska shook her head, “I still fail to see how you get ‘Nick’ from ‘Phoenix’….”
In the dark, Maya shrugged, “It’s just a nickname; it doesn’t really need to make sense. You never answered my question though.”
Franziska thought for a minute, “I honestly don’t really know. I heard his full name when I was in Germany, and I guess that I just started thinking of him in terms of that name.”
Maya was quiet for a beat, “…do you mind you if I asked you something else?”
Franziska pinched the bridge of her nose between her finger and her thumb, “I have a feeling you’ll still ask it even if I say no, so go on ahead.”
“Do you ever…you know, regret being a prosecutor at 18?”
Now that caught Franziska off guard, “What?”
“You don’t get to act your own age because you’re a ‘prodigy’ or whatever…do you regret that?”
“…You do not regret something you never experienced, Ms. Fey. I was expected to be an adult and I fulfilled that expectation. You are in a similar situation, are you not? You are expected to become the next master of Kurain, so are you not forced into a role as well?”
Franziska was surprised when she heard Maya laugh, “Not really. I’ve got a few years to go before I’m going to be made the master, so I try to enjoy the time I get to act my own age, you know?”
“But, you’re helping Phoenix Wright as his legal aide…”
“I’m doing that because of my Sis. She left me a note to take care of him, and that’s just what I’m doing.”
The idea of someone like Maya Fey taking care of Phoenix Wright was laughable but Maya cut off any reply Franziska might have had.
“But still, that kinda sucks not being able to act like a teenager…I mean even Nick and Mr. Edgeworth enjoy some things that are a little kiddie…”
That piqued Franziska’s interest, “Like what?”
“Well, Mr. Edgeworth is a big ‘Steel Samurai’ fan…and Nick’s big into video games.”
“I heard Miles talk about the ‘Steel Samurai’ before, but I admit I’ve never watched it …”
With a low hum the lights kicked back on, and the elevator rumbled back into is slow ascension to the 3rd courtroom.
Franziska stood up, and turned as Maya did the same and stared at Franziska with a shocked expression.
“You’ve never watched the ‘Steel Samurai’?!”
Considering Maya was looking at her like she’d committed some form of blasphemy, Franziska slowly responded, “Yes, that’s right…”
“That’s it, after the trial you’re coming with me and you are going to watch it. I can’t believe you haven’t seen it! Even Nick’s watched an episode!”
Franziska rolled her eyes but felt a small smile for on her lips, “I guess one episode couldn’t hurt…”
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There is no canon reference for Phoenix liking video games, by the way. That was my invention as he strikes me as a video gamer. Please leave a review if you feel so inclined.

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Now, this was an interesting piece to write. This was a request from Xero Wright, and it's definitely one of the crackiest fics I've turned out at this point. Enjoy the nonsensical crack!

Title: Impatience
Rating: PG-13 for mild language
Pairing: Iris/Dahlia, that right, Iris Dahlia
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Dahlia considered herself a patient person. If she could wait six years to eliminate the loose ends that were Terry Falwes, as his imbecilic behavior could have potentially landed her in jail (thank god he’d drunk the poison when he did or that blasted Fey woman would have managed to indict her), and her adopted sister, she could wait for just about everything. However, she was not very patient when it came to getting potentially damning evidence back from that besotted idiot.
She’d initially just intended to deal him the same way she’d dealt with Falwes and that coffee addicted lawyer; a small dose of poison in something nondescript. Iris, her rediscovered twin, had begged her not to, and so the task of retrieving the pendant back from that idiot (what was his name again?…some kind of bird….) fell to Iris. As it was, Iris was having no noticeable success, and Dahlia was close to taking things once again into her own hands.
Iris had returned briefly from the college where the idiot had been attending school and Dahlia figured it was the perfect opportunity to deliver her ultimatum to her naïve twin. However, she learned from Bikini that Iris had gone into one of the side rooms to catch up on some sleep. Irritated, but careful not to let it show, Dahlia thanked her and looked for her sister.
She found Iris asleep in one of the farther side rooms. After a couple of failed attempts to wake her, Dahlia sighed and settled down close to her sisters futon, expecting a long wait and planning on giving Iris nine shade of Holy Hell for falling asleep on her.
After a while Dahlia noticed her twin had a bad habit of mumbling in her sleep. Irritated at the disturbance, but still curious Dahlia leaned in closer to hear. Most of the words were unidentifiable mumblings but several words came through quite clearly. One in particular, that was repeated several times, was “Feenie”. Dahlia wasn’t quite sure what that related to initially, but then she remembered that idiot’s name was “Phoenix” (The thought that her sister had a pet name for the buffoon sickened her immensely). Considering her dear sister had been asleep for nigh 3 hours, she figured trying to wake her up again wouldn’t hurt. Leaning over Iris, she gave her a firm shove on the shoulder.
What she was not expecting was for Iris to kiss her on the lips before mumbling that idiot’s apparent nickname again and rolling onto her other side. That was it; Phoenix Wright was a dead man.
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Yo Darknight, you ever write any fanmade cases??
Im starting this Phoenix Wright Inspired Video Project and its very very hard to come of with material for original cases...

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I RP fan cases pretty regularly, but if you want one written I could try to do one for you.

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AHHHHHH!
ILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOU...
*Deep breath*
I can't believe how awesome my request turned out. Seriously. You are getting sig linkage.

Did I mention ILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOU...

*cough*
The other ones are fantastic, too, but oh my God! My request turned out better than I could have expected!

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I'm glad you like it.

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This is the last request on my list right now, but please feel free to send any you have my way via this topic or by PM. This was a request from fearlololoki here on CR and is a direct sequel to an earlier crackfic she requested, "Pal". Enjoy the fluffy cuteness.

Title: Good Food and Good Friends
Rating: PG
Pairing: Will + Gumshoe
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Saturday night found most people out on dates or at clubs here in the city. It also found one Will Powers, the former star of “The Steel Samurai” and current star of “The Pink Princess”, sitting in his dressing room trying to coerce his kitten into coming out from under his couch. Will could practically hear the jokes about his current predicament, as he was crouched down in front of his couch with one arm extended towards his kitten.
There was a slight note of panic in his voice as he spoke, “C’mon Pal, we need to get going before that crazy security lady comes in her again and lectures me for two hours. I don’t know about you, but hearing her ‘youth today don’t act responsible about their pets’ lecture for the fifth time this week doesn’t sound fun.”
Ignoring his owner, Pal remained curled up just out of reach under the couch. As Will talked to him, Pal opened one eye briefly before closing it again and thoroughly ignoring his owner’s rising panic.
“Pal, if you don’t come out, I’m leaving and YOU can stay with the old bag and listen to her talk all night-“
Suddenly, a blur of black and orange shot out from under the couch and into Will’s hands. Having been left at the mercy of Oldbag before, Pal was more than willing to disobey cat logic and listen to his owner than have to go through THAT again.
Chuckling, Will stood up and petted his small, furry little friend, “Guess you don’t like her much either, huh, Pal? Well, I don’t blame you; she picks on me all the time. She still hasn’t let go of the whole Hammer thing…” Will trailed off before smiling down at Pal, “Anyways, when I go on that publicity tour next weekend Penny said she’d take care of you, how’s that sound, little guy?”
Laughing at the contented purr of his kitten, Will shifted Pal into the crook of his left arm, picked up his bag with his right hand and headed out of his dressing room. Since he’d adopted the little kitten from Detective Gumshoe, he’d found he actually liked staying at his apartment instead of going out and having his self-esteem torn to shreds at some club. One thing he did NOT like about his furry little roommate, however, was his tendency to want to bury himself in Will’s rather wild hair. This habit made the car ride back to his place rather perilous as Pal decided he wanted to spend that ride in Will unruly mane, which was irritating and painful for him, and making his driving somewhat erratic. However, they always made it back to his apartment with no injuries or fatalities (with the exception of Will’s hair, as he had attempted to pry Pal out of his hair and had failed miserably in doing so, resulting in missing hair and scratches on his scalp and hands).
As Will drew closer to his apartment, he noticed one scruffy detective shuffling his feet next to the door.
Will grinned and called down the hall, “Hiya Detective!”
Detective Dick Gumshoe turned around to see who had called out to him and returned Will's grin, “Hi, pal! I was just coming over to see the little guy.”
Will pointed at his hair, “He right in there.”
Gumshoe looked confused until Pal decided to poke his head out of Will’s hair.
Gumshoe almost fell over in shock, "You weren’t kidding, pal! What’s he doing up there?”
Will shook his head, careful not to disturb Pal too much, “He’s just developed a habit of sitting there, and I can’t get him out without getting scratched up, so I just let him sit there. It was kinda funny when he poked his head out yesterday and spooked the crazy security lady at Global. So, do you want to come in, Detective?”
Gumshoe recovered and grinned, “If you don’t mind pal.”
Will’s apartment was small and fairly clean, with the exception of one desk covered in unopened letters and a corner with a cat bed and some toys scattered around it. Pal jumped down from Will’s hair to the counter, where he was promptly picked up by Gumshoe. Gumshoe sat down on one of the stools next to the kitchen counter and began petting Pal.
“I hope you don’t mind me askin’, pal, but what are all those envelopes stacked on your desk?”
Will looked over at the stack and shuddered slightly, “Oh, those? They’re fan letters. The studio redirects them here and, for some reason, a lot of the fans can’t figure out it’s a man in the costume, so about three fourths of them are rather disturbing love letters…”
Gumshoe continued petting Pal as he looked at them, “Do you actually open ‘em or just let ‘em sit there?”
Will wandered into the kitchen and started rummaging around in the fridge, “A few, but they all pretty much say the same thing…Hell, half of them sound like they were written by Sal…”
Gumshoe looked at Will, “Sal?”
“Sal Manella, the director. He came up with the whole ‘Pink Princess’ idea some time during the Hammer murder trial. He mentioned something about a ‘cosplay girl’, so I kinda assumed that Mr. Wright’s aide, Maya, had something to do with it…”
Gumshoe chuckled, “I wouldn’t be surprised. She does dress kind of funny…”
Will looked up, “You want to stay for dinner? I was just going to heat something up…”
Gumshoe brightened visibly, “Yeah! That’d be great, pal. I had my pay cut again, so I’ve been living off of instant ramen, mainly.”
Will pulled a face, “I’ve done that before…it’s not that fun. Well then, I have I really good fish recipe….”
Gumshoe found out that Will was a rather good chef, as the fish was indeed excellent. The two of them ended up talking for quite a while, discussing Will’s acting career, Gumshoe’s job and the mutually abuse both took at their respective occupations.
Around ten or so, Gumshoe stretched and stood up, “Well, pal, I better head home. I’ve got an early shift tomorrow and the last thing I want is to be late.”
As Gumshoe headed for the door, Will nodded and stood as well, “Thanks for coming by, Detective. It’s been a while since I had a friend over.”
Gumshoe looked at the larger man as he walked over, “you really consider me a friend, pal?”
Will grinned and extended his right hand, “Yeah, I do. Drop by anytime detective, Pal and I’d love to see you again.”
Gumshoe grinned as well, and caught Will’s hand in a hearty shake, “Will do, Pal, will do.”
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Reviews welcomed and appreciated.

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Last edited by Jenna_Darknight on Sun Dec 16, 2007 7:32 pm, edited 1 time in total.

The pun in the last line was terrible.

However, the series/crack fic is great, so it's all good.

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I know it was terrible but I had to do it...I was writing that at like two in the morning though, so it's less funny now....

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Hey, wow, you have some good talent going on. I think I'll make a request. I sort of wonder how Edgeworth feels about Klavier. Not in a romantic pairing, gods no, but I'd like to hear the interaction.

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All right, I'm on it. XD

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You've gone and inspired me to try some fiction with the characters in them. For shame!
http://forums.court-records.net/viewtopic.php?f=11&t=5623&p=284688#p284688

The narrator is one of mine, I can't write straight fanfiction I'm afraid.

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Heck yeah that would be cool. What kinda ideas do you have in mind?

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@SerenityBlue:Huzzah! I have inspired another fanfic writer! *does happy dance and wanders over to check out the link.*

@Angryasianace: Well, it would depend on who you'd want in it.

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Well the thing is, the story would have original characters...
Im still in the pre-planning stages of this project of mine but yeah.

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ah, well I wouldn't know where to go until I had a basic idea of the characters. I'm a character writer so everything would come from that.

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Eh heh, just read the resolved one. At the part where Edgeworth was going to check on things I thought 'If he catches them doing it I'm going to have to break something...' Thank you for not taking that where it was stereotypically headed!

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I personally think they'd kill each other if left alone for more than five seconds. I mean, what little interaction they had in T&T was basically arguing...

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I tend to have a problem with crack pairings just in general. (Being a writer I don't want to see people pairing my characters in incompetent ways so I try to extend the same courtesy.) Some, however, are much more acceptable than others. Fran/Godot is most definitely NOT one of them. There would be a trial for murder and poor Nick (or Apollo, depending on time frame) would have to defend one of them.

EDIT: Maya threatened to curse him if he changed it, and he wasn’t quite sure if she could do that or not, so he figured he’d let it slide until he could ask Mia about it the next time she was channeled.
Ah, so that's why he kept it.

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Yeah, a serious Fran/Godot is a no-no in my book because it simply DOES NOT WORK. But that's what crackfiction is for, to take random pairings and make light of it .

And as for why Phoenix kept the "Steel Samurai" ringtone...That's how she got him to keep that poster in JFA, and I don't think he'd keep the ringtone much longer than the poster given the option unless she threatened him. (I'd want a "Steel Samurai" ringtone but that's just me...)

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I have it, but I think you know that already.

I just read Semantics and it gave me a case of the quivers. Romance really is your strong suit. I guess it helps when it's something you actually want to write.

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Yeah, you told me on teamspeek. I still think it's awesome you do, btw.


Believe it or not, I started out as an action writer before I got into fanfiction writing. I'd have to say, "Semantics" is the piece in this collection I'm the most satisfied with. / flows really easily for me, and a lot of my other PW stuff has as well (though not as easily).

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I started as a fanfiction writer, then sort of slipped into sci-fi fantasy. I still haven't found my niche just yet. Most of my stuff lately have been fantasy, so moving over to PW stuff is giving me some modern day mats to work with.

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Ny non-fanfic stuff is fantasy, but it's generally mixed with some modern elements. It's also incredibly action oriented.

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I can't write action for the life of me. It always comes off dry and confusing. I've been practicing at it. I might even have to try and construct a PW action sequence or something.

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Coo Coo. When I settle on all the pre-planning and concepts Ill PM some character backgrounds!
I got some ideas for personalities and Names which I'll be sure to note as well.

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@ SerenityBlue: Action is always a fine line, you have to make it concise but not over simplified. It take a while to get it right, and it took me about 2 years to get to the point where I would be somewhat happy with an action piece (I'm never 100% happy with what I write, as there's always room for improvement. however, I like to be 85% happy (minimum) before I post something.)


@AngryAsianAce: That'd be great if you could send me that stuff when you get it together. I'll try to make it a good case. ^.^

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I've reread Rain and Tea, and I'm absolutely floored by it the second time around. It's truly fantastic. Maybe it's the fact that the pairing leads itself to (In my opinion) more professional and calm (beautiful?) interactions, and...

Please forgive my lack of being able to explain what I'm trying to say. I'm sick and my head isn't on straight.

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Totally okay, hope you feel better. And I'm just pleased you like your request. ^.^

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Last edited by Jenna_Darknight on Tue Dec 18, 2007 7:40 am, edited 1 time in total.

Aw, hope your head gets better, Doctor.

Sometimes I think the niftiest feeling in the world is when you make something for someone and they tell you they like it. I know it's my driving force as a writer.

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It's mine as well. It's the reason any of this stuff makes it to the light of day, really.

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My driving force as a writer is not the review itself, but that feeling you get when you know someone actually took the time to read it and comment.

Maybe I'm just weird.

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