Well, this is certainly odd.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

[Emmy stumbles a little as she appears in the lobby - understandable, really, given that she was stepping out of the Laytonmobile just a moment before. Much as she'd been paying more attention to Layton than her surroundings, she rather doubts that they're parked in a building. After all, they were supposed to be outside Misthallery, and who would put a town inside? Other than, well. Turning on her heel, she discovers that the Laytonmobile isn't even there behind her, anyway, and she promptly wheels around in a full circle to try to get a good look at her surroundings.]

Professor Layton!?

...anyone?

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[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Because... everything I've ever heard about you says that you're a perfect gentleman. You don't quite seem to fit that, if I'm honest...

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

I have the same story here....

Is Layton here? I wonder if he knows me.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

Oh, I am a gentleman. But you are no lady deserving of my respect.

[Tugs at the wig.]

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

[She laughs aloud, but makes no move to stop him.]

Come now, Layton, who says I'm not deserving of your respect?

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

I've met two Laytons here, actually. If you can believe that.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

[Tosses the wig down to the floor.]

Everything I mentioned earlier, Mr. Dove!

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Ahhh, but what I said earlier was all the truth, professor. I have nothing but the utmost admiration for you, I can assure you.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

I do. I've met another Jean Descole.

Hm, I wonder if the Layton's know me.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

You... admire me?

...

Forgive my doubts but I find that hard to believe coming from a Clive. As I said, the one from my own world is hardly a friend and the only other Clive I've spoken to whilst being here openly detests me.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Well... I suppose you'd have to ask them yourself.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Well I--

I remember. That day, when you... you helped me. You saved me.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

[Looks away for a moment.]

...I wish my Clive would remember that.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

I suppose so.

Well, I've been looking for a way back home, but supposedly the doors to the outside don't work. I take it you don't have much information on anything.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

[...there's a moment of hesitation, and then Clive moves to hug Layton tight.]

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

[Puts an arm around him.]

It's fine, my boy. Though I am curious as to why you chose to dress as my assistant.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid not, no. If I could help you, I would.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

I. Ah. Am your assistant.

Emmy Altava isn't... actually a real person.

[She cringes a little at that 'my boy', too.]

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Would you?

Hm, I find it funny that you would.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

No, Emmy Altava is definitely a real person where I come from.

[He's seen plenty of evidence supporting her definitely female attributes.]

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Well... I know you say that we're enemies, but I've never met you before. Perhaps that'll change if I get home, but at the moment I have no reason to dislike you.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Well. Different worlds. I guess.

Where I'm from, Emmy Altava has always been... well, me.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

How shocking that will be for your Layton to discover.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

...I wasn't actually intending to let him find out, you know.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Well, I suppose this is a good thing.

[He smirks mischievously.]

I wonder if I can change that.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

If he is Hershel Layton then he would have found out in time.