laytondressing | Well, this is certainly odd.

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Well, this is certainly odd.

[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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Oh? Why, what might he say if I did ask him?

[She grins slyly up at Descole.]

I mean, there must be a reason for you to react so defensively...

[He raises an eyebrow and shakes his head. Oh damn, he remembered why he didn't like her.]

Well, it's nothing. It might bring up bad memories if he remembered. Think of it like you're doing him a favor.

Oh? Bad memories? Well, perhaps you ought to explain a bit better. I mean, I wouldn't want to accidentally touch on something else that would trigger those bad memories, because I don't know enough about it.

You know what? It's probably best just not to bring it up, considering maybe our relationship is different where you're from. You know, you never know.

[He really needed help dodging this bullet.]

Aaaaah, well. If there's a chance it might be different, I ought to bring it up. You know, to see if perhaps you're from my own world.

Um, no, I don't think I am.

Listen, it's really nothing, you know, we're just supposed to be rivals and all, and we wouldn't want to go about changing that, would we?

Hmm... and why not, Jean? After all, you said that we're supposed to be enemies, and yet you're happy to change that.

Darling, you need to stop pressing this issue.

Tell me, what's your intuition telling you on this situation?

'Darling'? Really?

And my intuition suggests that you two were... involved.

Yes, Darling, really.

Involved? What does that even mean--no, I think it would be best not to bring up that thought to him, hmm?

Are you that condescending to everyone, or am I special?

And I don't see why it would be so bad to bring it up. He's welcome to ask about my own prior... romantic tangles, as it were.

[And she'll lie through her teeth to keep her disguise in place. Nonetheless.]

Oh trust me, I am this condescending to everyone.

[Why would she ask so many of these questions? Realizing something is up, he smirks lightly. He wonders if he's solved this puzzle, but won't say anything.]

Well, Ms. Altava, if it's not too much to ask then, what romantic tangles do you have?

--ahh?

[...shit. She'd expected more time than this. Flushing, she looks away.]

I thought I told you to call me Emmy.

Oh, right, I apologize, Emmy.

Anyway, don't try and change the subject. What romantic tangles could a pretty girl like you have?

...w-well, just flings, really. I can't think of a single person that I've been with more than a few times. Though I can think of quite a few people that I've been with.

Nobody you'd know, I'm sure.

Oh is that so? Try me. Elaborate, Emmy.

[She must have been an impostor, she wasn't acting like the Emmy he encountered. And he sure as hell wanted to know what she'd say.]

You imposed on my relationship with Layton, saying we were involved, whatever that means. Now, grace me with answers.

And what's the point of rattling off a long list of names that you won't even know, Jean? Some of them, I don't even know names for.

As for your relationship with Layton... that's different; we both know him. In my case, you don't know the men I've been with, and frankly I don't in most cases, either.

[Descole snickers at her.]

Oh Emmy. So so particular. I never would have pinned you as one to sleep around. You always said, in our minimal conversations you were a refined but strong woman.

Aah... well, you've already said that you don't think we're from the same world. Perhaps that's it. Not that I see anything unrefined or weak about choosing to indulge myself in such a manner.

I would agree it's certainly not weak. I would know.

Emmy, Emmy. You're such a pretty girl...

Thank you for the compliment, Jean - but what's your point?

[He walks closer to her, so their faces are inches apart, and he stands his ground.]

My point is, there is something you aren't telling me here. Now if you want to play this game, I'm sure I'll figure it out on my own, but know this: I will find out what you're hiding.

That is, if I haven't already.

[He smirks and waits for a response.]

Aaaah? Well, if you're so confident that you know the secret that I'm keeping - not that I'm saying there even is some big secret, but nonetheless - then fire away.

[She smirks, as well, determined not to falter with him this close. She's not so stupid as to think he wouldn't catch it, after all.]

You only get points for catching every detail of this apparent secret, by the way.

Ooh, we're on a points system now? How daring.

[He thinks a moment and nods.]

Well, I don't have anything set in stone yet. Personally, but I have noticed you've been asking a lot of questions. Now for Layton's apprentice that's very usual, but they are generally questions one could say are, on all levels relevant. Yours, however are not.

Secondly, you do not stand like the Emmy I knew. Your knees are slightly bent and your shoulders are not back, like she kept her so often. You, seem to stand like a male.

Lastly, that I've noticed, weren't you shorter the last time I saw you? Perhaps an inch or so?

[He snickers.]

Did I miss something, Ms. Altava?

[Her face twists, and she lets out a noise of disgust.]

I think I can rather see why you know us as enemies.

However, I do have one point of contention with your theory; you see, it's all based on evidence of prior knowledge of Emmy Altava. In my world, though, I am Emmy Altava. She is entirely my own fabrication, there.

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