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T E A R me apart because I have NOTHING. [ Indie Desmond Sycamore/Jean Descole RP Blog. ]

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      “ everyone is lame as hell but me. ”

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i bet desmond an layton enjoyed calling each other "professor" way more than they should have

oH NO LOSERS

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Should’ve just made all of their dialogue like this.

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Original post by venke

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OK THO why are there suddenly two amazing professor layton blogs. im just yelling cuz it’s been so long tbh. i miss rping with laytons on my clive and the fandom kinda died out so that’s why i left in the first place but shit i’d totally hop on here and clive to rp with people every once and a while

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lol

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        “ So they are real, I take it. “         He mumbled, before flipping upright          onto his perch again. Rune swung his         legs about, staring down at the other         with a curious glance. He continued         to study him, from the odd hat to the         mask and the cape around him.                             “ Ya know what? You kinda                             remind me of one of those poodles who                             likes to keep trim. Why do you wear that                             stuff anyways? Don’t you get hot? “

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       His remarks were annoying enough, all        Descole could do was sigh and cross his        arms underneath his cloak. How simply        irritating...

                     “ ...I wear this so no one can                      tell who my true identity is. I’m                     not trying to look like a poodle                      nor do I appreciate being called                     one. ”

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— Frustration, hurt, and anger boiled in Layton’s chest, but he had to keep calm. Keep a level head. It seemed like no matter what he said, it just made Descole angrier and more like the the masked man on one of his rage-filled tirades. The man’s sudden change in demeanor was deeply unsettling, but Hershel placed his hands on the armrests of his chair and took a deep breath, sure to keep his voice low and calm. —

         “What is it exactly that you want me to say? ‘I’m sorry’? ‘I’m sorry for the terrible events that happened to you’? Just because Targent did awful things, because the man who raised us during the earliest years of our lives did awful things, doesn’t give you any right to let your vengeance out on anyone in your way.

         People are not tools, Descole. Though you certainly stopped caring about the feelings of others long ago.”

— “The ends justify the means,” what in the world sort of mentality was that? “I have free reign to walk on whomever I please to get my way”? The professor’s hands gripped tighter to his chair, his knuckles flashing white.

Layton just wanted to aid those who needed help, and he kept getting used because of it. It had happened numerous times now. And it hurt. He only wanted to help, to do some good in the world… Despite Hershel’s intelligence, he was naive, curious, a combination for disaster when dealing with certain types of people. And if it hadn’t been for him, Randall wouldn’t have fallen in the first place. He would have lived a happy life in Stansbury until he moved onto greater things. Descole wouldn’t have gotten his weaselly hands on his fragile, amnesia-ridden mind.

But Layton couldn’t let this get him into another pit of self deprecation. He had dug himself deep enough as it was. Obviously Descole didn’t see how much his brother had clung to the past as well. —

         “I’m fully aware that you used me. You’re not the first, and, more likely than not, nor will you be the last. However, we both have control over who we choose to be. We don’t have control over what happens, but we can decide how we react and act upon those events.

         Clearly we took two entirely different routes.”

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  Watching the professor’s reactions to his words only seemed natural at this point. It was quite clear the tension was certainly rising. Descole somehow still manage to keep an unreadable posture and composure. His eyes narrowed at the other’s words. His features shrank back into a frown. It was practically like the man was lecturing him--although why was he surprised? This was Professor Layton he was talking to. Clearly we took two entirely different routes. Right, as if that wasn’t already obvious. 

           “ Yes, that much is obvious.

      -- Don’t talk to me like I don’t know that I made a poor choice of action.       That’s all in the past now, and there’s not much I can do to change it. ”

   His draw jaw dropped open for a moment as he recalled Layton’s previous statement. People are not tools, Descole. Though you certainly stopped caring about the feelings of others long ago. Quite frankly the archaeologist to that into offense. Yes, he may come off as heartless and selfish but that was far from the truth. Somewhere deep down in there--Jean Descole had a heart, he had Desmond Sycamore. The part of him that cared for others and was kind. One capable of even being a father.

            “ To think you’d accuse me of not caring for others.             Have you forgotten that I saved that Triton boy?             I risked my own life in the process... although I think             I would have been alright if I died then. I don’t know             what part of me thought it was a good idea to keep on             living, quite frankly. ”

   Ah yes, Descole would never bring up the dream he had during the time he was unconscious. Sometimes he tried to forget it ever happened--but it was one the things that allowed him to keep moving forward. Knowing that somewhere inside he was still capable or kindness and caring.  Luke may have accused him of lying to Aurora all the time but Descole himself wasn’t so sure if he was lying to the girl. 

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      “ everyone is lame as hell but me. ”

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— And just like that, Descole retreated back into himself. You go to someone to talk yet refuse their attempts to help you? That’s fine. Everything is fine. Though Layton had to agree that cold tea didn’t sound very appealing. —

          “As you wish.”

— Layton had gathered the information about Descole’s wife and daughter from subtle comments during their search for the Azran eggs, but it was different to hear the words from the man himself. Imagining Descole married and with a child? That was an interesting image, but he must have been a very different person back then. To think that girl would have been his niece…

Targent certainly gave off an air of ruthlessness, toting guns around and kidnapping people and whatnot, but murdering innocent people, one of which a child? That was unforgivable. Did Bronev have any idea…? Thank goodness there was no trace of their movement for a few months now. After their leader had been arrested, the following must have broken apart and scattered. —

          “I know it doesn’t do much of anything now, but you have my condolences. I can’t imagine what you must have been going through, but I understand why you would feel that way about it all, including me.”

— Hershel could relate to those feelings, though to a different degree. After Claire…the first time, anyway, he invested himself completely in researching what happened and why. Countless sleepless nights trying to dig deeper into the mystery behind her death as well as others. How so many lives could have been lost without a word to remember them, and he ended up paying for it as a result. —

          “You had a mission, and I showed up out of the blue and threw everything asunder. I don’t agree with your tactics in any way, but I understand the motivation behind them.”

— It was quite incredible, to be honest. The fact that Descole just so happened to be searching for the Golden Garden that just so happened to be in the town of Hershel’s friends from university. A simple letter sent by Luke under the guise of his father and the rest was history. What were the odds. —

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     Descole listened to Layton’s words, his eyes closed behind his glasses and a frown was tugged across his face yet again. His condolences, right. He was aware that Layton was being serious when he said that for some reason it still angered Descole. The pain he went through, he almost thought of suicide at one point--but a terrible rage over took him and revenge seemed like the only option. When he was close to death he honestly didn’t care what was going to happened. He wouldn’t of cared if the whole world burned at that point.

     How ironic it was indeed that every event that Descole planned to come a step closer to his goal, Layton showed up. It was really one of the most frustrating things for Descole. Although he was able to make it fun and games... especially when he realised he could use Layton. And ah, how he was a great asset to his plans. Of course the other didn’t agree with his tactics. But the ends justify the means... Descole did whatever he had to to accomplish his goal. He did admit that his methods were rather extreme, though.

     “ Ah, but you didn’t just get in my way, Layton. No--have you forgotten that      I used you? What was that man’s name... ah Randall, yes--I manipulated him      to do my bidding by feeding him lies. He almost killed the lot of you because       of that. And I’m sure I don’t have to recall our journey a few months back      when again, I used you. I’m well away that my tactics were... unorthodox       to say the least. ”

     After speaking his lips spread into a grin, he had completely hidden all his true emotions at this point of the conversation. Nothing was going to hold back his usual flare now.  His eyes were sharp, they looked more red then auburn at the time. The malice emitting from his nature was intense. Of course it was the mental mask he wore to keep away his true feelings.

    “ This is the man under the mask Layton, a foolish man that can’t sort      out his own issues properly. I know more about you than you think, honestly      Hershel. After our encounter in Misthallery I did some research. Quite the       past I must say. How else would I have known about Randall? It’s      uncanny that we’ve both suffered tragic things in our lives... although      you managed to move on... while I clung to the past. I suppose it makes      sense. For the people the ruined my life did it twice. And I knew exactly how      I could get revenge on them... So there was no stopping me. ”

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I never get tired of having Layton and Phoenix be incredibly petty towards each other.

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i think im gonna go to bed now

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— Layton felt himself relax just slightly when he elicited a reply from the other man. Thank goodness that agony was over. He wouldn’t let his guard down yet, however.

He felt a frown pull at his lips as Descole spoke, though. Hershel could understand why being driven by something for so long and then have it end would cause an existential crisis like what he seemed to be experiencing. It did feel strange that of all people, Layton would be the one he wanted to confide in, though. It wasn’t as if he knew the real Descole or Desmond…or Hershel? Whoever, the point was, why not Raymond? Was there no one else he could go to?

Then Descole’s expression started to change.

Oh. Oh, dear. He looked seriously upset. Layton wasn’t sure why he was suddenly feeling so sympathetic, but the look on the other man’s face was just so out of place, something was definitely wrong. He would have assumed it to have been Descole just being his typical dramatic self, but this was just bizarre. It made Hershel feel a bit ill, to be honest.  —

          “Is there, ah, something I can get for you?”

— Descole may have been a huge…mean person, but Layton could at least try to be a good host or decent person in general when someone’s distressed. He glanced around the room for something he could offer and spotted his teapot on his desk, but considering how long he had been asleep earlier it was definitely cold at this point. —

          “I have some tea, but it has been sitting out for well over an hour…”

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    Well, this wasn’t what he wanted at all. He let his emotions get the best of him. Descole grit his teeth in slight irritation, he did have quite the temper after all. He then proceeded to push up his glasses, creating a glare across them--concealing his eyes. An effort to hide his leaking emotions and return some of his natural flare. He let out a short sigh before speaking up again. This time in his more usual tone.

          “ I’m fine, Layton--you don’t need to worry about me. ”

That aside he really wasn’t in the mood for cold tea. Nor did he really want Layton taking care of him. Yes, he did have Raymond--although Raymond already knew everything about Descole. He has served as his butler for several years. Alas, Descole has already heard Raymond’s thoughts on the matter several times and the archaeologist really needed a breath of new air on the matter. So the next and really only person on the list was Layton.

Descole crossed his legs and kept his arms folded, he basically just put up a wall between layton’s eyes and his emotions. He didn’t want the man jumping to any conclusions. Although he did feel that if he was going to continue the conversation he would need to give up a little more information about himself.

         “ I had a wife and child... Targent killed them because of my           refusal to work with them. That’s why I became Jean Descole...

       I had room for nothing but despair. When I saw you in Misthallery        I could have cared less--even though I knew exactly who you         were. It was quite the shock to see you after all those year but        nothing could put an end to my drive to accomplish my goal, you see. ”

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[She nodded and took the book from him.]

“The very same! Thank you very much. I’m sorry about my earlier outburst–”

[But he was taking his sweet time staring at the bookshelf which left her in an awkward situation.]

“–I’m Brenda Triton. I’m married to Clark, surely you might have heard about him if you’re part of the faculty. May I ask your name?”

[It as only polite to ask, of course!]

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        “ Part of the faculty? No, no--I don’t work here.         Although I have had the honour of meeting your         husband before. My name is Desmond Sycamore.                          ----A pleasure, Mrs. Triton. ”

Finally he handed her the book, his smile seemed geniuine--but sycamore himself wasn’t really sure if it was. he was slightly unsure about responding to her question truthfully--for if she knew his real identity...