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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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.

Hmm, isn't this a turn of events.

The Emmy I know, or at least, I think I know, is a woman, and her own woman. You...you are certainly a work of art aren't you?

So, if Emmy Altava is a fabrication, who might you be under that disguise?

[He snickers.]

Oh, I can still rather see us as friends, by the way.

I'm certain that you don't know me. I suppose that it can't hurt at this point, however.

[She pulls the wig off, resting it in the crook of her arm.]

Clive Dove. Clive will do, as I'm calling you Jean.

Clive. I've heard of you. You were a boy that did...something with a time machine...I wonder if Emmy Altava is a fabrication in my time too.

So, how many points did I get?

How many-- Ahh... I didn't have time to decide on an actual scoring system, I'm afraid.

[Descole shakes his head.]

I was only joking. So, Clive, what's your story? Whats your motive to dress as Emmy?

It... was a method of getting closer to the professor. So that I can observe him, without worrying about getting caught. It's fine for an assistant to watch the person they assist, right?

Except... that the guy who I'm... working with, he says sometimes that he's not sure about involving Layton in our plans at all, let alone something like this, so I had to make a disguise that nobody would ever connect to me.

[Descole nods again. Taking the whole situation in he smiles.]

I'll admit it's a good idea.

So tell me, where all your exploits of men true?

Oh. God, did I really say all that?

[She flushes, running a hand through her hair.]

Yes, though. Girls are nice enough, they look nice, but I'm not really... they're not my thing.

You don't remember saying all that? Hm, that's funny.

So they are true then. Tell me, does Professor Layton know anything about these exploits? You also said you two talk about your relationships often when you were threatening to ask about me.

I remember saying it, it's just that now I can't think why I didn't just lie.

No. I mean... he's welcome to ask, though in his case I'm sure that I would lie, but he never has done.

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