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[silentluke]

[Luke just stand in the lobby holding a teaddy. He know better then to ask quesont, and thinks this is some game Monical is playing with im, even if he got sent to his room, he looks around for anything of intrest or anything alive that he might play with.]

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[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

[Monocle has been avoiding being seen in the main area because of the up-coming election, but he can't help but notice this new Luke and his peculier dress-sense. Intrigued, he walks over and kneels down.]

Hello there, little Luke.

[silentluke]

[Luke looks up at him and spots the monicle]

[in a low wisper] prim mister? I thought you where in the other room..

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

[So this Luke come from a world where he is also Prime Minister? He can probably play on that.]

I'm afraid to say Luke that we are both in a very different place now. But rest assured that I will continue to care for you as before.

[silentluke]

arlight Prime Minister. Any iders what it is?

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

I do, Luke. This place is called the Dressing Room and I, at least, have been here for some time. As bizarre as this sounds, this place draws in people from many different dimensions.

[Curious.]

Do you remember what was happening last, when you left?

[silentluke]

[he thinks about what Monocle had said befor he speeks]

you called me out my room to play with someone~ befor I finished playing you sent me back to my room. I belive it was a rebble.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

[Smiiiiiiirks~!]

Did you... use knives to educate the rebel, Luke?

[silentluke]

[is taken a little back that Monocle asked that]

Of couse, you gave it to me the day you killed my father.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

[He remembers that the Luke of his own world reacted... quite differently to the death of Clark. But that is another subject for another day. For now, he just pets the top of Luke's head.]

Then I'm glad to see that you are putting it to good use. Now, please come with me.

[livewiththisdisgrace]

[...Clive pretty much disapproves of this Luke on principle, given how familiar the fashion seems.]

...pipsqueak.

[silentluke]

[gleares up at him]

Mater Clive?

[livewiththisdisgrace]

[Well, he approves of the 'master' part, at least.]

Yes. What are you doing, pipsqueak?

[silentluke]

The Prime Minister sent me back to my room, then the place changed.

[livewiththisdisgrace]

New. Okay.

...who's Prime Minister, in your world?

[silentluke]

My world? the world belongs to Monical.

[livewiththisdisgrace]

...of course.

The one here, though, is mine. Keep that in mind.

[silentluke]

The Prime Minister belongs to no man/woman or child, It is THEM that belong to him.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[Descole notices the boy and walks up to him. He's not wearing his cape, hat or suit, actually he's dressed rather casually as he approaches the boy. He also has a slight concerned look.]

Luke? Is that you? Are you okay?

[silentluke]

[Luke looks over he know that voice but the dress cence is to common, he frowns a little]

Yes its me, I'v never felt any better.

[he smiles a sinister smile]

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[Descole leans down to his height and taps his arm, in a sympathetic way.]

You sure? You didn't...look okay...

[Of course, he has no idea, this Luke is a product of an eviller world than he's related too, but this image is too strange to ignore.]

[silentluke]

[Luke looks at him in curiosity.]

[He is not use to the physical contact of others, that are not Monical]

Please don't tuch me Descole, or I will brack your fingers.

I am sure that I am well.

[He glasses down at him self moveing his teady a little away from him]

I look the same as always.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[Descole looks stunned but is determined to figure out what's going on.]

Luke...Luke, you're...is Hershel...the one with the monocle, your guardian?

[silentluke]

The Prime Minister. Yes, You could call him my guardian.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Luke, are you certain that you don't want to be away from him. I don't think he's good for you.

[Since when Descole started playing the good/sane card, he wasn't sure, but he knows that trying to help this Luke away from him is not in the least to be successful.]

[silentluke]

[Luke tilts his head to a side]

Why would I what to leave him?
He given me all I whated so far in life my life.