The Girl Who Lept Through Time

"Yesterday's the past, tomorrow's the future, but today is a gift. That's why it's called the present." -Bil Keane [Independent Claire Foley RP Blog]

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Well that certinaly wasn’t something you see every day. The last Clive had remembered about Claire was that two years ago she was sent back to the past after the events that occured with him practially destroying all of London. Yet here he was, catching a glance with the red haired scientist whom seemed to be quite friendly with both the Professor and Dimitri as well.

"Claire…?"he mumbled, brows furrowing as he stared.

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[Claire felt her heart skip when she caught a glimpse of a familiar face out of the corner of her eye. Startled, she quickly turned away, hoping that her glance hadn't been returned. She fiddled anxiously with her glasses, trying to process what she had just seen.

But...how could it be? She was there when the authorities had taken him away, so surely he wouldn't be out and about so soon after those events...right? Or perhaps she was just seeing things. Yes, that seemed reasonable. Regardless, she began hastily walking in the opposite direction with the crowd. If he didn't see her, then she really didn't want to give him a chance to, since it would be horribly awkward to try and explain why she wasn't...well...yeah, that would be hard to explain.]

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the girl who lept through time is my second favorite anime ^0^

((omg I agree it's such a great movie!!! I thought the title was fitting for this blog too haha))

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It’d been a long time since the professor’s last big adventure. He’d solved little mysteries here and there, of course. There was plenty of drama with Don Paolo after everyone’s little trip to “Future London.” Flora really did miss the bigger mysteries her adoptive father was known for solving, though. It was likely the absence of Luke had the girl a bit down, as well. She might not have been her best friend, but Luke was probably hers, in the long run.

Flora let out a small sigh as she walked down the busy London streets, heading home with a bag full of groceries she planned to use in some of her recipes which were on no way awful. Why did people think her cooking was awful? Her cooking wasn’t awful, it was awesome. Or to her it was, at least. Why didn’t more people like fish flavored cake, the world may never know.

Lost in thought, the girl lost track of where she was going and wound up turning the corner straight into another person. She went to apologize, dusting off her dress as a bit as she turned to see who exactly it was she’d run into. She wasn’t expecting it to be anyone she knew. Why would she be? It wasn’t as if she was acquainted with every single person in London and, if she stopped to think about, the percentage of people she was acquainted with in the city was a rather small percentage of them.

Flora instantly recognized the person in front of her, though. Celeste! Or really Claire. Realizing this, Flora opted to clap her hands together in an excited sort of way as she gave the professor’s old girlfriend a huge smile.

"Claire! Oh, Claire, you’re back, the professor’s going to be so happy!!!” She didn’t even stop to think about how the heck Claire was alive, she just wanted to hug her and drag her home and watch her reunite with Layton. What a romantic sap.

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[Claire's eyes dragged over her shopping list as she walked. Milk, eggs, bread, the typical things that one would expect. Oh, she would have to stop by the florist as well to see if any new seeds had come i-!

A sudden force bumped into the scientist's abdomen, nearly knocking her over. Oh, dear, not again! She really needed to work on paying more attention to where she was going. She looked up to apologize, but froze when she realized who it was, and the fact that they recognized her didn't quell her nervousness. Her interactions with the girl had been brief, but apparently that didn't do much to prevent Layton's ward from recognizing her.]

Ah-! F-Flora!

[Wow, she really wasn't good at this "staying below the radar" spiel, but she couldn't help but smile sheepishly at Flora's enthusiasm, though the prospect of seeing Hershel still made her rather anxious.]

Yes, I...I suppose I am...

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Luke’s surprise quickly turned to anxiousness when Claire’s response wound up sounding a lot different than he’d imagined. Had he said something wrong, because he was starting to worry he’d said something wrong. Claire seemed all nervous and secretive and especially like she didn’t want to see the professor. That last one was Luke’s biggest concern. He didn’t know how she was still alive, but if she was, wouldn’t she want to see Layton? He’d be really happy she was back, after all.

He considered, for a moment, that Claire was actually Don Paolo in disguise and that that's why she was acting so strangely, but that didn't exactly make sense either. Besides, Don Paolo was kind of a creep, but he wasn't so much of a creep that he would dress up as his arch nemesis's dead girlfriend. He was like. 90% sure.

So why was she acting so weird, okay, if this were a puzzle it’d be like at least 60 picarats and also there are no hint coins when it comes to real life conversations, goddamn it.

"Ummmmm………" Wow. That was really super duper intelligible. That was also sarcasm. Sorry, kid, try again. "Professor Layton was pretty busy the last time I checked in with him, actually."

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[Relief washed through the slightly frazzled redhead.]

Ah, that's good to he-oh, I mean...

[Yes, wonderful job not acting suspicious. Absolutely wonderful. Darnit, Claire, pull yourself together and let's redo that. She took a deep breath to recompose herself and started over.]

I'm sorry, what I meant to say was...

[She glanced around quickly at the passersby before returning her attention back to the boy and hunching over slightly and cupping her hand beside her mouth to be sure that she wasn't overheard.]

Actually, would it be all right if we spoke somewhere a bit less...out in the open?

[Excellent job at not acting shady once again, Miss Foley. Geez, she really wasn't used to this sort of thing. An actress she was not, and it was a miracle that Hershel had fallen for that "Celeste" rouse in the first place. Good Lord, Hershel...]

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At this point, Luke had grown rather used to walking around the streets of London without paying too much attention to his surroundings. He knew where everywhere was without so much as a second thought by this point in his life. Unfortunately, though, with this mindset, the boy didn’t usually pay all that much attention to the people moving past him, and it wasn’t uncommon for him to bump into someone every so often.

It normally wasn’t any sort of big deal. Just a small brush of his arm against someone else’s, usually. He’d always announce a quick apology, of course. After all, it was the polite thing to do. Sometimes, though, usually when the apprentice’s mind was wandering, he ran straight into another person, interrupting the walk of both parties.

And this just so happened to be the case today, and Luke quickly waved his hands in apology, moving a hand to fix his hat as he opened his mouth for the verbal apology. “Gosh, I’m so sorry, I swear I’m not usually this oblivious to where I’m going! I-I suppose I was just letting my mind wander too much, is all. I guess that’s sort of a problem I have and I’m-“

Luke cut himself off, realizing who the person in front of him was for the first time.

"C-Claire?…"

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[Claire subconsciously chewed away at her thumb nail as she hastily made her way down the sidewalk. No matter how many times she did this, merely leaving her flat, she still grew anxious about the thought of someone recognizing her. What would would they do? Well, there really wasn't any way of predicting that considering everyone would react differently to some woman who they thought had been dead for the past ten years.

She was so caught up in her worrying that she didn't even notice the blur of blue coming right in her direction until she collided with it and it began to speak its apologies.]

Oh! Oh, no, dear, it was my fault. I'm the one that's so-!

[Wait...wasn't this...]

Luke?

[Oh, wait, oh, dear, no, he was the boy that went about with Hershel, wasn't he? Oh, God, which meant that Hershel probably wasn't far away! Ah, she wasn't sure if she were ready for this, no...She glanced up and down the road, but she saw no sign of that hat. She lowered her voice to a whisper.]

I suppose I've been found out, ahah. The professor isn't with you, is he?

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Have you met up with Hershel yet?

Ah, no, I haven't. Visiting him should have been one of my top priorities, especially considering how I left him last...

I know it's a bit of a silly excuse, but, to be honest, I'm incredibly nervous for that exact reason, ahah...

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dear claire y r u ded

...Well, I certainly don't feel dead. My pulse is a good indicator of that.

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mamatriton replied to your post: "C-Claire? Is that you?!"

"Claire!" [Brenda cried out in glee when she recognized her hugged her tightly. Who knew how she came back. But really, should she even care? Claire was there! And she was alive!] "Oh God, this is amazing! We have to celebrate!"

That sounds like a plan to me! Not to mention that we have quite a bit of catching up to do.

[When they parted, Claire realized that her tears had spilled from her eyes and onto her glasses, distorting her vision a bit.]

Oop!

[She took off her glasses and used the hem of her shirt to wipe them dry.]

What do you think we should do?

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"C-Claire? Is that you?!"

[Claire's heart skipped a beat at the familiar voice. She whirled around to seek out the owner, her heart speeding up to compensate for the lost time.]

Brenda?!

[A smile sprang across her face as she ran up to her old friend and wrapped her arms around her. She felt her throat tighten and tears begin to well in her eyes.]

Brenda, oh my God! It's been so long!

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Oh my goodness, hello! There's quite a few of you following me already. You'll have to bear with me since I've been...away for quite a while. I won't go into details, but I thought this sort of thing would help me reacclimate.

Anyway, if you would like to chat, don't hesitate in sending me a message or the like!

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