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]

...Luke?

And I have a job with the paper, already.

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

The Professor's apprentice. Shouldn't you know that?

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

The professor doesn't have an apprentice.

...well... that version of him did mention something like that, though...

Keep in mind that my Clive is 18.

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

...How old are you?

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

...twenty. Why do you ask?

[Apparently things are a little different between the worlds in that regard, too.]

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

...You're older than I am. Surely you should know everything I know?

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

But... the plans aren't complete, yet. How can I be older than you?

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

I don't know... {He's not talking about his own plans. He's put that behind him and he doesn't want to bring it up again.}

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Well... maybe it's a different world thing.

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

Perhaps. One of our doubles is 28, I believe.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Oh? There's another one?

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

Several, I believe.

But... there's someone else here, too...

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

[She tilts her head.]

Ahh? Who else is here?

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

...Mother is here. Alive and well.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

...M-mother?

[But, everything that she's doing... it's for her, and for father. They're the reason that she's doing all of this.

...she doesn't want Mother to see her like this, Clive realises. Even without the disguise, she's... not the way that Mother would remember, after all.]

I... I don't want to see her.

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

...I understand. {He smiles sadly.}
I didn't want to see her at first either.

I found that talking to her, though, helped a lot.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head sharply.

No. She wouldn't... she wouldn't approve. Of... well.

[A broad gestures to what she's wearing, with the hand that's holding the wig.]

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

...I think you'd be surprised.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Really?

Even if I told you that... well... choosing this look in particular... it might not have been just because nobody would ever suspect it was me?

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

...She told me, when she saw me once... That a mother will always love her child. No matter what.

{Also this is nothing compared to what their double had to wear that one time.}

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

[Clive hugs herself, looking miserable.]

I still... maybe I'll change my mind later, but...

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

I understand. Take your time.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

[She glances at her double.]

...you've spoken to her, though?

[crazyclever.livejournal.com]

Yea.
She's just like I remembered.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

...mmph...

And... she's okay? She's... she's really okay?