Planning on apping at towerofanimus

[auffallen]

Ja, mun!

Glad to see you've picked the reins back up. Can't let this stallion get too rusty, hah!

... Though I've noticed that other muse in your head... seems a lot like Kris, I think. Different circumstances, but...

Anyway! We're going to have fun there, ja?

... It's a what game? They do things to who?

Nevermind, nevermind. I can get through it. And all the little fräuleins there will be -

... What do you mean, my German is wrong? Of course I speak it!

... I see. You checked with your teacher. ... Well then.

- Klavier Gavin ☆

Comments

[auffallen]

Heh. There's no way you could be that old!

[lightofgrace]

Angels are older than they look.

[auffallen]

Ja, but aside from being a name or a nickname, angels aren't real.

[warriorscribe]

I think it's my turn to object - or it's his turn, but we're both qualified.

*He'll stick up for any angel.*

[auffallen]

Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence. Claiming to be 'angels'... that's a very extraordinary claim.

[warriorscribe]

*If it's evidence you want, it's evidence you'll get. Enoch does enjoy showing off.*

I can't give you evidence that I am an angel; I'm not. But I can show you divine work in action.

*And with that, that weird asymmetrical armor he's wearing? It just vanished.

He's never tried to reform it slowly like this before, but now he tries, looking down in concentration as light pools around his feet and slowly moves up his body, reforming his armor as it travels. Finally, it forms the wing-shaped neck guard, light glinting off its tips, and he raises his head.*

[auffallen]

[Clapping his hands for the magic show.]

A very good illusion! But every trick - it has its secrets, ja? So I wonder, Herr Sparklepants, what is the trick behind your treat?

[warriorscribe]

*Herr Sparklepants? What...?*

It isn't an illusion. Come see for yourself.

*And he holds out his arm for Klavier, inviting him to inspect it for himself.*

[auffallen]

[Welcome to Ace Attorney, Enoch.]

Well, someone's forward.

[He grins, and heads over to poke at the armor. ... Hm. It's solid. So it wasn't some kind of hologram or something. Hmm...]

Ach, I'm afraid this isn't my area of expertise. I'd have to ask the fräulein with the magic panties for advice on this one.

[warriorscribe]

With the...what?

*Is this an attempt to prove angels are real or a contest to see whose canon has weirder elements?*

[auffallen]

... She's a magician, Herr Sparklepants.

[warriorscribe]

You need a second person to tell you what you can see and feel here is real?

*And while he's still touching it? He'll dismiss it again just to prove his point - there's definitely energy at work, since it gives off warmth.*

[auffallen]

She's more skilled in these kinds of things, ja.

[He deals with logic, not magic.]

[warriorscribe]

*Well, learn to deal with magic or you'll be hopelessly lost in the world of crosscanon RP.*

She won't come to any conclusion you haven't, I'm sure.

*He laughs, but not sarcastically. It's genuinely nice to see someone testing things and making sure of what they see. Sure, the skepticism is a little annoying, and he did just say the two people who mean the most to him don't exist, but...all the more reason to prove him wrong. It's clear he means no malice.*

[lightofgrace]

Am too real.

[auffallen]

You are. Angels are not.

[lightofgrace]

I am an angel.

[auffallen]

Hah. I don't think so.

[lightofgrace]

Do I really need to pull out the six wings and the trumpets?