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?

Comments

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Well, perhaps you ought to work on your rejections if you're aiming to offend. You sounded much too apologetic, you see?

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Well, I was a little worried I'd break you. I didn't want to render you inept and hurt. Don't worry, I'd never do that to you, Mascara.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Ugh, you--

[She trails off, making do with stamping her foot. It might look stupid, but at least it sums up what she's feeling better.]

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[Descole laughs at Clive's aggravation and shakes his head.]

Yes, I think we'll make good friends.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Friends--?

You're intolerable, why would I want to be friends with you?

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[Descole smirks cunningly.]

Because I believe we can help each other out.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

...how so?

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Well, I think you can help me get outta here.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Why would I even want to? If I get out of this place, I'm leaving you to rot here!

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

You might not want to leave, but I do. And I believe I can help you in your problem.