Professor Hershel Layton at your service

The professor is an eminent archaeologist, an ingenious puzzle solver, a tea aficionado, and a true gentleman. Independent Professor Layton RP Account (Thoughts) [Action/Narration] //mun or OOC Tracked Tags: puzzles and tea and puzzlesandtea

[puzzles-and-tea-blog]

Your mod is a wonderful/funny lady

[Layton chuckled softly as he nodded.] 

Well, I cannot say that we're particularly close but she does seem very pleasant.

//I-- bye dglsjhlkjhkalj anon skflj iF IT WERE ANY OTHER MUSE I'D MAKE 'EM DISAGREE BUT THIS IS LAYTON JDFGAKLJGL HE'LL SAY NICE THINGS ABOUT ANYONE

[themanofonebook-deactivated2017]

"Mieux vaut prévenir que guérir." || Open - M!A Prompt: Snapped Ankle

[themanofonebook-deactivated2017]

[Javert’s teeth ground together, jaw tightening until it seemed that it would snap. He took a deep breath; the man was only trying to help. Besides, pride was a sin, and he would do best to check just how much of it he allowed himself. His muscles did not loosen, and his gaze remained guarded, but he managed to stare into the man’s face without snarling.

-a threat! Aha! What a warrior, threatening an officer! Of course, Javert did not look to be one of the force from first glance; his baton was at home, he preferred his cane when he went out alone, and it was no less a weapon. Nonetheless, at least there was more to this gentleman than first glance revealed! Excellent!

Interest kindled, but kept clean from his face, Javert pushed himself from the wall, standing almost drunkenly before the other.]

Very well. You are incredibly persistant! I conceded defeat. Do as you will, but act quickly. I am not a man of patience.

[puzzles-and-tea-blog]

[There was a look of mild surprise on Layton’s features but his expression quickly allowed a smile to form. He hadn’t expected the man to accept his offer for help so quickly, what he had expected were perhaps some harsh words but he supposed that he should give the man more credit—even though the manner in which he had spoken was still considerably rude. Ah, well, progress was still progress after all.

Although he was not quite sure what he was allowed to do—the other man wasn’t quite specific and he feared that a toe out of line would lead to even more hostility that neither of them would really benefit from. “Do as you will” the other had told him. Did that meant that he was allowed to get him a carriage and accompany him to the nearest hospital? Ah, it didn’t matter too much to the professor anymore. He was no doctor and whatever was ailing the other man’s foot was probably beyond his medical knowledge.

Both of his arms reached out to support his companion for it wouldn’t do well for him to collapse. One of his arms slid to the back of the injured man and it was quite an effort to support a man of his stature but he wasn’t going to complain. He ventured a look at the other’s face, that small smile still on his lips.]

Ah, I shall take you to the hospital then. That, I believe, is the most logical course of action. Although, I’m not quite sure which is the nearest, you’ll have to pardon me. [He chuckled to mask a bit of his embarrassment.] I’m not quite well-versed with this area.

[puzzles-and-tea-blog]

//im laughing so hard because if i was layton i would have decked javert by now

hHAAHAHAH OR STEP ON HIS INJURED FOOT AND RuN

[astrangejourney]

[themanofonebook-deactivated2017]

"Mieux vaut prévenir que guérir." || Open - M!A Prompt: Snapped Ankle

[themanofonebook-deactivated2017]

[Oh, no, he knew this strain of men: this was a saint, this was a Monsieur Madeleine. Righteousness protect him from such men; he had no patience for them. Kindness was not to be distributed about with no care as to the nature of the person that one was helping; fairness must be practiced, else what was the point of kindness at all? One would reap what they would sow; it was either black or white, and nothing in between.

Javert straightened as best he could, still leaning heavily against the wall. It was only one ankle, surely he could walk. He tried to take a step: no.]

I am perfectly aware of the condition of my foot.

[Again, he seemed unwilling to address the fact that the man is offering to help him, as if his ears siphoned it away as opposed to letting the mere thought of assistance reach his consciousness. He visibly bristled when the hand came close, slapping it away before it could touch him.]

[puzzles-and-tea-blog]

[Layton’s hand fell to his side as it was slapped away. He adjusted his top hat with the other, feeling more of worry than annoyance. He had also expected the rejection of physical contact and the action only told him that this situation should be handled far more delicately than he had presumed the moment he ran over to help him.]

My apologies if I invaded your personal space; I clearly do not mean to offend. I’m only here to get you help and well, if you’re not going to let me bring you to the hospital, I could at least examine the damage and provide first aid however I can. Please, sir, I insist.

[He shook his head slightly. His patience was not wearing thin but he couldn’t let this poor man just shoo him away and prolong his suffering. If Layton left him alone, he was certain that there would be an attempt to walk on his own and that would only lead to him toppling down on the ground and a true gentleman would never allow that. He sighed softly, helping this man was really quite a puzzle.]

Let us make it easier for the both of us. I am not abandoning you here, my good man. Neither can you even move away from that wall and walk on your own. Now, unless you want me to attract the attention of more people-- I am certain you would not want that—please allow me to help you. A gentleman would never abandon one in need, even if the person in need of help does not want to admit it.

[theabhartachking]

puzzles-and-tea started following you

[theabhartachking]

….ah?

[The vampire tilts his head in confusion. He was pretty sure he’d met a gentleman with the exact same appearance! The top hat and everything ,to be exact! Hell, this man had even responded to Mordicus when he called out “Professor” to him!]

…Pardon me, but ehm…are you quite certain we haven’t met before? You are called “Professor Layton,” are you not? I’m…sure I’d recognize you…! Down to—er, perhaps, up to—the top hat!

Though…come to think of it, you aren’t wearing that erm…that….blast, what’s that thing called…? [He makes a circle with his fingers, placing it by his eye, as an indication of the object he didn’t know the name of.]

[puzzles-and-tea-blog]

Hmm. Yes, I am indeed called that by most.

[Layton offered a kind smile at the man in front of him. He seemed friendly enough and there shouldn’t be any cause for worry on his part, perhaps. He only sincerely hoped that he had not offended the other by implying that he cannot remember him. Though, he had to admit, it was his top hat that made him ever so memorable to others.

He seemed fairly sure that they had met, which brought a bit of dread to the professor. It was very possible that his other self had been meeting others and influencing them. When the other man indicated that he wasn’t wearing something in particular—Layton frowned at the gesture and a split second later realized what the other was pertaining. A monocle. So his intuition was right.]

Ah, well, my good man, the gentleman that you may have met is—well, this is rather difficult to explain and may even baffle you. But yes, that man is I, but is also a different person entirely. He claims to be the Professor Layton of the future. 

[themanofonebook-deactivated2017]

"Mieux vaut prévenir que guérir." || Open - M!A Prompt: Snapped Ankle

[themanofonebook-deactivated2017]

[Javert looked up as he was hailed, narrowing his eyes as mistrust stirred within him; he may have been a man of the police, barely grafting himself into a society that he could never quite grasp, but Javert was still wolfish; an injured animal would rather lick its wounds in solitude than accept help. Then again, the help of a stranger was preferable to that of an acquaintance. A stranger could disappear and never be seen again.

Then again, those helpful types tended to be quite clingy; this man all but reeked of friendliness, and - Heaven above, what was he wearing? Javert had never seen such clothing in his life. Oh, yes, the top hat was recognizable enough; but his coat, his shirt, his general lack of… ruffles. That, and the fact that his French was accented: English, if Javert could place it. What an oddity! Though Javert was not one to speak. If he were to guess, this man was something of a dandy.]

Can I help you.

[The inspector didn’t seem to care that he was the one in need of aid and asking the concerned stranger if he needed help; such was Javert’s nature. An interrogator does not take kindly to having questions directed at themselves.]

[puzzles-and-tea-blog]

[He briefly noted how the other looked at him, a look that clearly stated the lack of trust. Most would be grateful for the help that they were about to receive but Layton felt that this man would give him a bit of difficulty. When the other replied and refused to acknowledge that he was the one who needed help, the professor confirmed that getting him to a hospital is not going to be more difficult that a sliding puzzle.

The tone of the injured man was rather hostile, aggressive—but never was that enough to make Layton back down from helping someone who so obviously needed his aid. He’s known several stubborn men like this one in his lifetime and he was aware of the amount of coaxing that he would have to do to convince him to go to the hospital. Thank god that the professor was a man of patience.]

My good man, I believe you do not need me to point out that your foot is in rather bad shape. Please, allow me to be of assistance. I can at least call a carriage and accompany you to a hospital.

[The professor’s hand slowly reached out to the other’s shoulder, wanting to somehow convey his support and sincerity in a physical manner—perhaps that would be more convincing than his words.]

[lunaticfangs-archive-deactivate]

A big smile enlightens Seluna’s pale face, making her look like a happy kid despite her preposterous height (she’s six feet tall, but she’s a werewolf afterall). Her fangs are still there, looking even sharper and threatening despite her being friendly.

Refreshing! Wow what a perfect word for him! Yeah I think the same. That guy is so cheerful I can’t be depressed even if I wanted it.

She can’t help but looking at his huge tophat while talking whit him. Her bright teal blue eyes widen the more she looks at it. Sure is different from the one the older guy with the monocle wore. She looks back at the man when he talks about being careful.

Yeah yeah, I know. But as you can see, hiding what I am is a bit difficult with my canine teeth and my instinct. Sometimes I growl too… but I don’t like hiding myself, I spend enough time alone because of my double nature. There’s kind of benefic energy that comes from you.

Hm? Well you’re REALLY a gentleman, not like that fancy jerk.

[puzzles-and-tea-blog]

[The professor couldn’t help but smile as he saw that grin on the young lady’s face. It was quite infectious if he did say so himself. The wideness of her smile was even enough to offset the intimidation one might feel upon seeing those seemingly dangerous fangs. He could only briefly wonder if those teeth had ever bitten anyone—he shook his head; it would do him no good to think of such things.]

I have to agree that it is rather difficult to stay in a foul mood when you’re in the company of one Randall Ascot.

[Layton noted the very obvious look of curiosity in her face, surmising that she was perhaps comparing him to his future self. Physically speaking, the two of them were identical and if the other Layton was to dress up like him, perhaps no one would be able to tell the difference. This caused a shiver to run down his spine. He supposed he should be thankful that the other man decided to dress differently.]

Ah, well, it is not my place to tell you what to do of course! I hope you are doing what is most comfortable for you. But safety is important too. There are people out there who believe they can make a fortune out of meeting someone like you. But I’m sure you can fend for yourself, Seluna, but as they say, prevention is better than the cure!

Fancy jerk? [He simply couldn’t help but chuckle at the term.] Oh dear, it will do you no good to call others such names, my friend.

[themanofonebook-deactivated2017]

"Mieux vaut prévenir que guérir." || Open - M!A Prompt: Snapped Ankle

Javert had known that the break would not be long in coming; he simply did not care. He had a job to do, and if the crack was there, well, what could he do about it in the end, hmm? Better to let it break and heal than to edge around it and prolong any potential pain. The inspector had no desire to drag out any given situation; he was quick and concise, always to the point; metaphors were only useful in moderation, and when appropriate.

However, perhaps he would have done well to listen just this once. He leaned against a wall, bracing himself on the brick and keeping one foot suspended off of the ground; no tears came, he did not expect them to and would have frowned upon any such action. His fingers did dig into the wall - he had been chasing a purse snatcher when his ankle had snapped, sending him tumbling to the ground.

Ah, well, c’est la vie. The only problem now was getting himself to a place where he could sit and wrap it.

[puzzles-and-tea-blog]

[The Parisian streets were perhaps not as he remembered when he once had the chance to visit but that was quite some time ago already. Although the lack of automobiles and the sight of horse-drawn carriages seemed to spark something in his mind. No matter, he'd get to the bottom of this puzzle for certain after a moment of thinking.

It was by chance that he passed by a particular area and that was where he had spotted a man leaning against the wall. One glance was enough to tell the professor that the man was not well-- and that was all he needed to know before rushing to his aid.]

Good sir, are you quite alright? [He asked, as he reached the injured man's side. Now that he was a lot closer, he was able to observe and confirm that it was the man's foot which was ailing him. Layton worried for a moment, he was quite short compared to the other and wasn't sure if he could support the man. Ah, but he'd be damned if he didn't try to help either way. A true gentleman always attended to those in need.]

[puzzles-and-tea-blog]

ooc

//whoa got a lot of followeRS WHILE I WAS ON HIATUS

sO HELLO THERE! If you wanna RP uhm hi you can message me and junk but uhM i might suddenly disappear again without warning so im sorry iloveallofyou

[puzzles-and-tea-blog]

ooc

//I'm unsure of all the replies I owe at the moment. All I have in my drafts are selene's so if I owe you one, please tell me ;u; I'd also appreciate a link to the post if it's no trouble.

[theabhartachking]

puzzles-and-tea started following you

[A familiar face had found his way to where the vampire was sitting, a tiny pink bundle in his arms. He’d been sitting outside, enjoying the evening with his infant daughter in his arms, when he spotted the familiar top hat.]

Good evening, professor! [Mordicus greets the gentleman, grinning.] What brings you by here at this hour?

[Of course, the vampire hadn’t actually met this man. In truth, Mordicus had met an alternate version of the top hat wearing gentleman, unaware that this version had no idea who he was.]

[puzzles-and-tea-blog]

[Layton blinked as he turned towards the other man, a rather puzzled expression on his face that he soon covered up with a polite smile. It has become commonplace for people to recognize him even though he has never met them-- however, one look at the man made him certain that if they had ever met, he would definitely not forget so easily. The man looked... different, the pointed ears, sharp teeth that showed as he grinned and the eerie red eyes bringing him back to all that he's read about mythical creatures.]

(A vampire...? Is it... possible?)

[This sparks his curiosity and he tips his hat at the stranger.] My apologies, my good fellow. I do hope I am not disturbing you or invading your privacy. I don't think we have ever met before though-- I'm quite sure that I would remember a man such as yourself if we have already been acquainted in the past.

[puzzles-and-tea-blog]

//I'll be really busy this week even in the weekend so replies will be scarce. Hopefully things will get better next week haha. orz

[thegingerpuzzler]

Hint coin # 20: Old friends, new friends.

[thegingerpuzzler]

At hearing his friend laugh - such an unfamiliar tone, thanks to him being older and all, yet still so much the same - Randall promptly decides to try and pat his pal’s shoulder again enthusiastically, the happiness that laughter spreads being far too much for the ginger to even bother trying to hold back: though him actually being shorter than his pal is quite problematic to this attempt. 

“Well, life always is a bit of the ‘unexpected puzzle’, isn’t it, Hersh? It can throw any amount of questions or riddles at you at any point, just how I do all the time, heh!”

Judging from the bemused expression of the young ginger, he seemed awfully tempted to throw a puzzle at his best friend right now, actually, but (thankfully for Hershel) the subject of Seluna distracted him from launching a puzzle at his friend for the time being.

“Well, yes! A talented archaeologist can make friends with all sorts of different folk from different civilizations - that is what we study, after all! Even if it was very much a surprise to hear for the first time she’s from a ‘mythological’ side of things. Were you surprised, too?” If his pal says ‘no’, obviously, HE hasn’t been the only one experiencing weird stuff of late…

[puzzles-and-tea-blog]

Ah ha ha ha! I honestly couldn’t have said it better myself, Randall. Life is indeed quite the unexpected puzzle. But honestly, a very pleasant surprise, this time around. Though I suppose the real puzzle here is how it is possible for the both of us from different timelines to meet and converse without disrupting the very delicate space-time continuum.

[Layton chuckled softly once more as he heard Randall exclaim something about talented archaeologists. It definitely brought him back to two decades into the past when Randall would go on and on about archaeology. And now, in the present, he’s an archaeology professor, teaching students a few years older than his friend. He wondered if Randall already knew about his profession? He was quite sure the other would never let him hear the end of it.]

Ah, even talented archaeologists must have a bit of skepticism as well, Randall. Though, Miss Seluna does seem like the genuine article. And yes, I was of course, surprised. No one truly expects someone claiming to be a werewolf to greet them in a friendly manner. And I was honestly doubtful at first, but I suppose one has to see to believe, yes? Rather difficult to deny the facts when it’s right in front of you. She seems very pleasant, quite energetic, might I say.

[drathmith-butler-blog-deactivat]

[ Drathmith thought for a moment. Perhaps…no, no, he was certain. It was him, he was still kidding around with him, that was all. Their auras were practically the same anyway. ] Haha! Still showing off your new found humor I see! Well, well…since you’ve forgotten about what I can do, as you claim, I guess I can work my magic once more~ [ He put a hand to his forehead then, closing his eyes for a short moment before opening them once more. ] Oh, I hope you remember what I said about using it though, heehee~ Best watch yourself…new Mr. Layton. [ And with that, Drathmith put his hands out in front of himself, palms facing the professor. He closed his eyes, focusing the demon’s voice and power on the professor, unintentionally letting him hear a quick exchange of words through their auras before moving on. It’s him again? What the hell does he want…? Shut up, he’s doubting you again. And stop using my voice, I’m sick and tired of always having to share things. HEEHEE, WELL WELL THEN… ]

[ Drathmith suddenly opened his eyes; they were now a deep, dark blue, instead of the crystal blue they could be at times. A new sort of maniac smile was on his face as he turned his hands up, slowly lifting them up. At the same time, the professor rose off the ground, only a couple of feet though. Drathmith didn’t want to go completely crazy just yet…He brought the professor down after a moment, dropping his hands down and staring off into space while laughing to himself. That made him lose himself more than what he thought he would… ]

Heh…heehee~ Seeeeeee! I tooold you! No tricks! There are no tricks I assure you, mister Layton, heehee! Just like last time, there’s no explanation! It’s the demon I tell you, heehee! [ He brought a hand to his face, looking at him through his fingers. ] Do you remember now, perhaps? Heehee~ And best be veeeeery careful now, heehee~ Remember! The demon didn’t like you already from the start, heehee! Even if you do seem a bit different this time around…He still doesn’t like you that much! Heehee~

[puzzles-and-tea-blog]

[Layton held in a sigh when the man didn’t seem to believe his words and still thought that he was the older Hershel Layton, which in a way displeased him greatly. In no way would he want to be mistaken for that man—however, he just convinced himself that perhaps he could work this mistake into his advantage. The two have obviously met before and his intuition told him that this man had rather unsavory intent generally speaking. But he did not want to judge too prematurely. He would have to observe for a bit longer.]

Well, I shall let you believe what you choose to, my friend. But thank you for agreeing to show your magic once again.

[He watched as the other man began focusing, listened to the other’s warning, though he didn’t quite know what he was supposed to remember. Perhaps there was something about this… curious magic that was dangerous and must not be played with carelessly. There was still some skepticism, for all magic tricks before were tricks that he was able to explain through science, circumstance and hard facts. However, when he had risen off of the ground, he looked around him to see if there was anything pulling him upwards and he was amazed when there clearly wasn’t. The feeling of having nothing to stand on but air was briefly unsettling until the wonderment sank in and he could only stare at his feet and its distance from the floor in bewilderment.

The professor has seen quite the strange things before, specters, magical masks, an entire town caused by hallucination—but this one he had no explanation. Perhaps it was indeed the real deal? Was it truly magic? He hoped to find the answer soon.]

Ah, that was indeed quite the feat, my good man! I truly am rather amazed by what you can do.

[He frowned at the mention of the “demon”. Something told him that that was bad news. The other’s mannerisms were also rather disturbing, as if he was indeed being possessed.]

I will be careful, my friend but I have one more request if you will allow it. I wish for you to tell me more of this demon which you speak of. 

[wickedriddles-deactivated201402]

A Gentleman's coup d'etat.

[puzzles-and-tea-blog]

Read More

[wickedriddles-deactivated201402]

Read More

[puzzles-and-tea-blog]

This isn’t supposed to be here…

[The professor’s breathing quickened slightly as he held the hat in his hands, snippets of what had happened before he had passed out playing in his mind. He was quite sure that he had left this hat back in the garage where the other Layton had harmed him thoroughly. And even in his state, it was easy for him to come to the conclusion that the dark gentleman had been in this hospital room. It horrified him since it simply meant that there was no escaping the man and it was as if he was sent the message that the other knew where he was but pitied him enough to let him live—even after the events of the previous day. He felt a chill run down his spine.

Layton lifted the hat up to place it on his head where it rightfully belonged but stopped midway when he noticed a piece of paper under it. Of course. He should have expected that the other man would leave a message. That was most certainly his style. He frowned at the greeting “My dear Hershel Layton”, which he felt was thick with abhorrence and condescension. The pleasant tone of the text in the letter absolutely sickened him since this man wore his face and was everything he would never allow himself to be.

After reading the letter, he scrambled off of the bed, crying out in pain as he strained his still healing wounds. He held on to his bed as he pulled out the needle as quickly as he could. He held on to his chest, his nerves sending him signals of pain, urging him to stop pushing himself past his limit. But he had no choice, there were people in this hospital that he had to warn.

Making it out of the room took much of his energy, especially since he was not fit to stand let alone walk. He leaned on the wall for support as he walked towards the elevator, hoping to encounter anyone he could warn. Lady luck seemed to be favoring him as he saw a couple of nurses talking. There was simply no time for dillydallying.]

Y-you need to get everyone out of this hospital, quickly! Someone has planted a bomb in this very building, please, you need to warn everyone and you need to evacuate all of the patients!

[The nurses ran to him, asking him what his room number was, the other murmuring something about delirium and hallucinations, to which Layton shook his throbbing head violently.]

No! You do not understand! My mind is perfectly capable of making coherent thoughts! I am completely serious and if you do not heed my word, people in this building will all suffer an untimely demise! Please, I beg of you, my good men, make haste!

[His outburst seemed to be more than enough to convince the two nurses and they scampered off to the counter and made frantic phone calls. Layton slumped back against the mall, panting for a few seconds before he turned to search for the bomb.]

[wickedriddles-deactivated201402]

A Gentleman's coup d'etat.

[puzzles-and-tea-blog]

Read More

[wickedriddles-deactivated201402]

Read More

[puzzles-and-tea-blog]

Hnn…

[The archaeology professor slowly opened his eyes, finding it immensely difficult to do so. It took a while for his eyesight to focus and even then his mind simply seemed far too foggy to form a coherent thought. The smell of antiseptics and disinfectant were the first to register in his weary mind. It was nothing unfamiliar and he easily concluded that he was at the hospital.]

(That’s one piece of the puzzle.)

[Layton could feel a dull throbbing sensation in his chest and his head as he noted the plain walls all around him. He looked up to find a bag of blood hanging and it was connected to him. Closing his eyes to clear his mind more, he struggled to remember what had happened. He concluded that he was probably under some sort of powerful painkiller. Perhaps morphine? It was certainly getting in the way of his thinking capacity, he was usually a lot sharper and quick-witted than this.

Mere minutes after having regained consciousness, he felt like he was being lulled back to sleep once more, the effects of the drug and his own physical state cooperating to pull him back into unconsciousness.

Little did he know that as he slept, London was already in a losing battle against his nemesis.]