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]

Well... surely a gentleman can forgive a lady her eccentricities, no?

What is it that you know?

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

Oh how you pry. So very unbecoming of you, my dear.

But if you must know, after you left I met a man who claimed to be able to produce a working time machine. The notion intrigued me.

[Yes, he is going to be as vague as that.]

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Ahh, but you see, professor... it's very relevant that I understand what you know on this subject. You'll see why, I suspect, in a minute.

Was he telling the truth? About the time machine?

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

He seems to think that he is. He's worked long and hard on it, but his efforts have mostly been unfruitful in terms of satisfactory results.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

...I rather suspect you're not telling me the whole truth, professor.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

After all we've been through you'd accuse me of lying?

Emmy, I'm hurt.

[Still smirking though.]

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

I've been through very little with you, professor. And it's not lying that you're doing, anyway, merely withholding certain details.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

How I missed your intellect. Where I come from we have shared... many a time together and have a greater trust for one another.

[Oh look, he's derailing the subject.]

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

If you know my intellect so well, you'll know that I don't fall for tricks like that.

Tell me what you know about Clive Dove, professor.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

Where I come from he's an unpleasant rebel leader, but I gather in other universes he's led quite a different life.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Ahh? Elaborate, would you?

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

Clive Dove is an individual who opposes to my government and takes a radical approach to getting his point across. A terrorist, in other words.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Really? That's not a description I've ever heard used for-- for him.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

How would you describe him then?

[Watching her carefully.]

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Hmmm... well, description was never my strong point.

[You are a journalist dammit we all know you're lying.]

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

When we first met you described me rather accurately, so I'd say that I'm not the only one withholding information here.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

In your case, you'll find that I only stated facts. I... well, the facts I know about Clive Dove probably aren't the sort of things that you're looking for.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

He is a threat to my personage, I'm always interested to know about him.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Oh? I'm afraid I can't see him ever being a threat to you.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

He must be rather timid in your world then.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

I... wouldn't say that he's timid. But I think that he rather admires you.

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

Admires? That boy has nothing but loathing for me.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

...what makes you think that?

[monocle-layton.livejournal.com]

Didn't I just tell you that he was mounting a rebellion to overthrow my government?

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Ahh... well, things must have changed a lot in those years since my time...

[Her voice... cracks a little at the end. What it cracks into for a moment might sound just a little familiar to him.]