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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[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

I don't think it would.

[Considering Jean Descole didn't always used to be his name.]

My and Hershel's relationship has always been a special one.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

Oh? 'Special'? And what does that mean?

[She's going to give herself away as a reporter, at this rate.]

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

I guess it really depends on the way you look at it. Well in any case, we grew apart when we went to different colleges.

[Oh shit, he really needed to stop giving his whole life away. What was he thinking?]

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

You haven't told me how you'd look at it, though. So how would you?

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[He thinks a moment and then smirks.]

With one word, and one word only, I would say "surreptitious". And that is all.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

[Hmm... she grins a little.]

Perhaps I'll have to ask him about it.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[His eyebrows raise in surprise. Very ungracefully, he interrupts her idea.]

Uh, no!

I mean, perhaps you shouldn't bring it up, yanno, for the better.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

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...

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[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.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

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.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

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.]

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

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.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

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?

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

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

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Darling, you need to stop pressing this issue.

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

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

'Darling'? Really?

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

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

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?

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

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.]

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

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?

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

--ahh?

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

I thought I told you to call me Emmy.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

Oh, right, I apologize, Emmy.

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

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

...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.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

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.

[primarydeux.livejournal.com]

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.

[sinisterballet.livejournal.com]

[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.