[ In all threads, Franziska will have one arm in a sling, having recently come out of surgery. If characters with healing magic want to help out I'm fine with it OOCly, though she might resist. ]
[ No Good Deed... (Red Spring) ]
So. You claim that by drinking water from the springs, one can recover from bullet wounds.
[ It's the dry tone, really, that ought to be the first warning that something is very wrong. The poor, poor man at the reception desk is already whimpering. He just wanted to help. He just wanted to tell the clearly injured lady that she'd recover more quickly if she just drank the good good spring water.
And now he's doomed. Franziska slams her good fist down on the desk. ]
Is this an authorised medical claim? You must have studies proving these health benefits. Which body reviewed them? I would very much like to see some proof, sir. Else I'll be forced to believe that you've been lying and swindling the injured and vulnerable with your snake oil.
[ 'It's- uh. Water, actually. Not oil. And no snakes.' the poor receptionist attempts. Oh god. Oh god. Help him, she's terrifying. ]
[ Snow Problem (Magic Practice) ]
[ So she's maybe, maybe a little more eager to learn than one might expect, given her... everything. Someone maybe fancies herself something of a knight in shining armour. Something of one. If you ignore the lack of shining armour. And the lack of knighthood. And the.
...everything. ]
[ A ]
[ She starts out as far out of the way as she can manage. Nobody can know that she needs to practice. The problem is that with dark magic there isn't really anyway to know by just looking whether or not it's worked. That requires a live target. And since nobody can know that she needs to practice, she has a grand total of one (1) option.
Which is why you're witnessing a very well dressed woman taking a snowball and smashing it into her own face. ]
[ B ]
[ After some trial and error, she's mastered it. Cursed snowballs. Perfect.
Kind of perfect.
Perfect-ish.
Because the problem is that these are snowballs with a love enchantment on them. And since she can't tell that just by looking, and she's finished with using herself as a test subject- ]
Take that, villain!
[ -it's a perfect headshot, of course, even with one arm out of commission. And- goodness! Did that snowman over there always look so enchanting? With those dark, soulful lumps of coal and that long, hard carrot nose... ]
[ PUT THAT DOWN (Solstice Ritual) ]
[ That treasure is really, really shiny, though. Nobody would miss a few coins...
If you reach out to grab one, though, something strikes the back of your hand with a nasty-sounding crack. ]
You will touch nothing, thief!
[ DO THE QUEST RIGHT. NO SWIPING. ]
[ Wildcard ]
[ Open to just about anything. She'll be semi-active on the network, being eager to immediately learn as much as she needs to to DO EVERYTHING PERFECTLY. I can be reached at oglops. ]
Franziska von Karma ⚖️ Ace Attorney (Dark Magic/Nixie)
[ No Good Deed... (Red Spring) ]
So. You claim that by drinking water from the springs, one can recover from bullet wounds.
[ It's the dry tone, really, that ought to be the first warning that something is very wrong. The poor, poor man at the reception desk is already whimpering. He just wanted to help. He just wanted to tell the clearly injured lady that she'd recover more quickly if she just drank the good good spring water.
And now he's doomed. Franziska slams her good fist down on the desk. ]
Is this an authorised medical claim? You must have studies proving these health benefits. Which body reviewed them? I would very much like to see some proof, sir. Else I'll be forced to believe that you've been lying and swindling the injured and vulnerable with your snake oil.
[ 'It's- uh. Water, actually. Not oil. And no snakes.' the poor receptionist attempts. Oh god. Oh god. Help him, she's terrifying. ]
[ Snow Problem (Magic Practice) ]
[ So she's maybe, maybe a little more eager to learn than one might expect, given her... everything. Someone maybe fancies herself something of a knight in shining armour. Something of one. If you ignore the lack of shining armour. And the lack of knighthood. And the.
...everything. ]
[ A ]
[ She starts out as far out of the way as she can manage. Nobody can know that she needs to practice. The problem is that with dark magic there isn't really anyway to know by just looking whether or not it's worked. That requires a live target. And since nobody can know that she needs to practice, she has a grand total of one (1) option.
Which is why you're witnessing a very well dressed woman taking a snowball and smashing it into her own face. ]
[ B ]
[ After some trial and error, she's mastered it. Cursed snowballs. Perfect.
Kind of perfect.
Perfect-ish.
Because the problem is that these are snowballs with a love enchantment on them. And since she can't tell that just by looking, and she's finished with using herself as a test subject- ]
Take that, villain!
[ -it's a perfect headshot, of course, even with one arm out of commission. And- goodness! Did that snowman over there always look so enchanting? With those dark, soulful lumps of coal and that long, hard carrot nose... ]
[ PUT THAT DOWN (Solstice Ritual) ]
[ That treasure is really, really shiny, though. Nobody would miss a few coins...
If you reach out to grab one, though, something strikes the back of your hand with a nasty-sounding crack. ]
You will touch nothing, thief!
[ DO THE QUEST RIGHT. NO SWIPING. ]
[ Wildcard ]
[ Open to just about anything. She'll be semi-active on the network, being eager to immediately learn as much as she needs to to DO EVERYTHING PERFECTLY. I can be reached at