Twisted Fate

Arrival in Monte d’Or

[Hersh]

❝…I don’t know if I can, Randall.❞

ᒥ ∽ ♠ ∽ ᒧ Things were finally falling back into place, yes, but Hershel did not feel he should simply turn around like nothing had happened in the first place. He had committed crimes, terrorized a town, and unknowingly betrayed his very best friend. How could he forgive himself? How could Randall, of all people, forgive him so easily? It was frustrating, and he did not want to simply let this issue go. It didn’t settle right to do so. He didn’t stand back up when Randall got back on his feet - he stayed knelt down, where Randall had previously lay, and lowered his gaze, avoiding Randall’s eyes.

❝No…No, I know I can’t. It isn't that easy. It can’t be.❞

ᒥ ∽♔∽ ᒧ Of course, why hadn’t he thought of that already? Hershel just isn’t the type to let go of his own wrongdoings. He had done terrible things to Monte d’Or and to it’s citizens, and he knew there’d be a price to pay. Hershel was always more of a realist than Randall after all. How could he have been so blind to Hershel’s struggle? What kind of friend was he to not see him torn from the inside out? He knelt down beside him again, and, with a moment’s hesitation, placed an arm around him. He’d try his best to comfort his hurting friend, and was sure to speak as softly as he could, to not upset Hershel further than he was already.

❝Hersh, I want you to think about something. You haven’t actually hurt anyone. You haven’t harmed a hair on anyone’s head, because it’s not like you to hurt anyone. If you went to the residents of Monte d’Or and asked for their forgiveness, I’m sure they’d forgive you, over time. These are your old friends, your old family❞

Cat I haven’t even been gone that long.

#ooc #gdi cat

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also i just want to mention that i’m perfectly okay with my muse being wrong. i’m okay with them making false assumptions, being proven wrong, or having wrong thoughts or words about something. my muse is fallible, and that means they have to make mistakes–sometimes that gets corrected, sometimes it doesn’t. sometimes they’re proven wrong, sometimes they’re proven right. the fun of rping comes in the conflicts (big or small) brought by mistakes.

Arrival in Monte d’Or

[Hersh]

ᒥ ∽ ♠ ∽ ᒧ That was it. That was what was missing. The fall. Hershel slowly, vaguely remembered the scene, and he straightened up, leaning away from Randall. He let himself become lost in his memories, becoming crisper with each second he stared at Randall’s face, his expression specifically. The ruins came back into view as he knelt down and tilted his head upward, looking at the sky, bright with lights and thriving with energy, and remembered that split second he fell - the last thing he saw was not the ruins surrounding them both, or the mask, secure in Randall’s hand, but Randall’s face itself - with its same torn, emotional expression as it held in this very moment. It all seemed to click, but one question still lingered in his bustling thoughts - and he could not help but express it, here and now. His voice was growing ever softer, similar to the man Randall knew and held so dear.

❝…When did I go so wrong?❞

ᒥ ∽♔∽ ᒧ There it was. the breakthrough Randall had been so desperately trying to achieve. Hershel’s voice fell timid and quiet, but that was okay. Randall could definitely cheer Hershel up from this. He finally stood once again, approaching the other man quietly and placing a hand delicately on his shoulder. Poor Hershel had just been through so much, all Randall could do now was sympathize with him, and try to help him work through and undo everything he’s done to Monte d’Or. So with a small, reserved smile and a kind voice Randall piped up at long last, speaking to Hershel friend to friend for the first time in what felt like an eternity.

❝What? Hersh no, no you didn’t go wrong at all. I promise anything you’ve done can be undone. Please just come back to us, Hersh...❞

Arrival in Monte d’Or

[Hersh]

ᒥ ∽ ♠ ∽ ᒧ Hershel looked nothing short of confused. He had lost any memory of this man, of Randall, but he felt there was more to it at this point. What had happened to that cockiness, that air of confidence, that was so prominent up until a few moments ago, the second the mask was removed? Hershel thought for a moment, and wondered what his face even looked like after all these years. The most striking thing, though, about this oddly timed meltdown was Randall’s reaction in its entirety. The nostalgia Hershel’s mind had associated with Randall was growing stronger with each word Randall spoke; he wanted to hear him speak more, say more, reveal more, to him. And just like that, the edge in his voice had vanished.

❝Nothing intentional? What do you mean? Explain yourself.❞

ᒥ ∽♔∽ ᒧ If Hersh didn’t hate him already, he would most definitely hate him now. Randall didn’t want to bring up that horrid scene again, to remind Hershel or himself about it. He started to shake, sitting up and letting his head bob listlessly down, staring blankly at the street beneath his feet. How could he tell Hershel that he was the worst friend imaginable? That he took his own fame over the life of his most precious, most loved friend? How could he tell Hersh that it had been eighteen years since the last time Randall had seen him? That Randall, and Hershel’s parents, have all been worried sick? What could he even say to express the intent of this town was to make sure he was found and returned home safely? He guessed he really would just have to go from the beginning.

❝Do the Ruins of Akbadain or the Mask of Chaos hold any significance to you? Because it was over those two things that you went missing. We were going through the ruins, everything was going swimmingly, until we unintentionally set off a trap. I made it up to the ledge, but when it came time for you to make it up, you couldn’t make the jump, and I was too weak to pull you up. You fell and it’s all my fault, d-dash it!!❞

Arrival in Monte d’Or

#turnaboutmask #affiliated rp #formatted post

[Hersh]

ᒥ ∽ ♠ ∽ ᒧ A significant amount of time passed between Randall’s frantic stutter and Hershel’s response. Perhaps there really was a missing piece in his memory - the name that Randall had shouted out three times now, Hershel, felt familiar. It was familiar. It was his name, wasn’t it? Though, even if it was his name, it felt distant, like an old grainy film; something that was nostalgic and tinged with sadness, and in that quiet moment, Hershel really did wonder what had happened to cause him this internal distress, at only the mere mention of his name. His words came out softer than he’d intended, and he knew that he was letting his guard down.

❝…What did you do to me?❞

ᒥ ∽♔∽ ᒧ Those words stung Randall like nothing he had ever felt before. His mind flashed again and again to that horrid scene that unfolded in the ruins of Akbadain, and it was like the ground opened up before him, and in a manner of seconds he felt like he was going to cry. Hershel was blaming Randall for what happened to him, and to make it worse, Hershel didn’t even seem to remember what that event was. How could he have lived all those years like this? Did the name Randall ever strike a chord and make Hershel mad? Did Hershel hate Randall for what happened eighteen years ago? Because he was too weak to pull Hershel up? He had to know. So, he cried out again through withheld tears, hoping to maybe get through to Hershel and find out the truth;

❝Nothing! I mean, a-at least nothing intentional... Hersh I’m just so glad to see you’re alive... please tell me why you’re doing this. This isn’t like you, why are you terrorizing my city?❞

❝What I don’t get is how I got a cold in the middle of a desert. Like yeah it gets a little chilly at night but seriously? I’m sneezing up a storm and people aren’t taking me seriously.❞

Arrival in Monte d’Or

[Hersh]

ᒥ ∽ ♠ ∽ ᒧ There were a few moments that passed in absolute silence. Neither of them knew how to react - Professor Ascot, in a state of shock, and our now Unmasked Gentleman, in a state of confusion. Why wasn’t he attacking anymore? What is stopping him? Regardless of the reason, he took it as the opportunity it was meant to be, and stepped forward to thrust once more - he succeeds in backing Randall up a few steps, and proceeds to kick out a foot, and swipe Randall right off his feet, and onto the hard, cold ground.

❝What are you waiting for, Ascot? I will not hold back much longer.❞

ᒥ ∽♔∽ ᒧ He had backed up a few steps, and when fallen to the ground, he recoiled badly. That was a fall that definitely knocked the wind right out of him. But his eyes remained fixated on the other, distraught, terror, and guilt dangling in his eyes. As badly as he wanted to get up and talk Hershel to his senses, he knew right now he couldn’t, because Randall was considered a threat, and if he stood up Hershel would definitely go on the attack once again. So he moved his pipe away from him, out of the reach of the redhead, before speaking desperately;

❝Hershel I... why are you doing this!? Please think about this Hersh!! This isn’t like you, you’d never do this to someone! What happened to being a gentleman, to being the ‘best Hershel Layton you can be’?❞

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Heads up; I’m making an Emmy blog today or tomorr.

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Arrival in Monte d’Or

[Masked Gentleman]

❝Funny, it’s almost as if you’re keen on helping me. That will prove to be a mistake on your part!❞

ᒥ ∽ ♠ ∽ ᒧ As much as he hated to acknowledge that this was even possible, Professor Ascot was correct - he had been holding his stance too high. He adjusted his blocks with a bit of effort, the motion seeming a tad awkward, but he continued on the offense the next chance he got, and successfully parried several more of Randall’s attacks, looking for a chance to thrust.

❝A wise friend once told me a true gentleman should always help a lady in need.❞

ᒥ ∽♔∽ ᒧ An arrogant grin had quickly taken his face after his comment. Surely he wondered how the Masked Gentleman would take being called such a thing, and Randall hoped it would make for a more interesting fight. As much as this masked man had been a worthy opponent, he had made one fatal flaw; when Randall told him he was guarding too high, he overcompensated and began guarding too low. So Randall took advantage of this and made a sharp thrust towards the other’s face, he stopped dead, the mouth of the Mask of Chaos hooked on the end of the pipe, and he flung it up to take the mask, wig, and hat with it. His intention had never been to harm, truly he just wanted to unmask this terrorist and stop him nonviolently. But, when he finally looked back down towards the other his eyes widened and he stood there awestruck;

❝Wait... there’s... there’s no way...!!❞