Not Revenge, Justice

❝Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged.❞

[ouqa]

the husband…….

[miscellanyofmusings]

You’re a permanent figure of jacked-up ｓｏｒｒｏｗ

[militaryboii-deactivated2016020]

[ recreatingthefuture​ ]

“A-and then he-,” he broke off, sobbing grossly and snotting before continuing, “He took my lunch money and kicked me…!”

All it took was for a concerned stranger to ask how his day was before he began complaining endlessly.

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           Clive was exasperated. He was in a hurry to attend a meeting and did not expect his offered kindness to be met with such... honesty and weakness. Usually the sort of crying the man before him was doing was reserved for friends behind closed doors. Honestly, what did this man expect him to do about it? He was a complete stranger.

          "... I'm sorry? I don't know how to help you though."

[chaaakie]

Preppy style Anthony & Clive

+ I tried to draw like original PL drawing style but, now… idc

[recreatingthefuture-blog]

          Well, quite a few of my old threads died or I've dropped them. That being said, I think it's time for another rp ad! I'll be capping it at five since that sounds manageable!

[miscellanyofmusings]

Desperate times call for desperate measures I wanted you, I wanted these treasures, too

[jekyllhyding]

Tea amongst gentlemen? (Closed - Clive)

[jekyllhyding]

Hershel - even if he was not the observant mind the papers so often claimed him to be a ‘ genius’ in  - would have felt the general confusion and tension of this talk enough to know he wasn’t the only one trying to make sense of all this: goodness. If the air was any thicker with tension, you could have cut it with one of his or Randall’s fencing swords. Given the seriousness of the conversation, he should have expected some of it, and yet majority of it had to do with the matter of why Clive seemed to honestly not recall so much as well.

He understood Clive did not wish to speak of…the incident. Nobody would have blamed the young man for that - yet despite his happiness at getting to talk with the other once more, it certainly did not assist with his unease. 

“Mm, that it does - being a city that has recently opened to the public, there are many positions that they would no doubt appreciate aid on.” A quiet nod there, and as for the bitter memories part of the sentence - he was gentlemanly, so as such let that slide without further comment. The last thing he wished was to seem like he was offering false pity to his younger friend at this point. At this point, the server brought tea - but given that he’d mixed teas and added all sorts of things to cups to try and brighten people’s day, he wasn’t about to judge Clive for wanting his tea sweeter. Everyone had a specific blend they liked, sweet or sophisticated.

(Hah…young Luke adored his sweet teas as well, ironically enough.) That said, and a bit of tea enjoyed, he was willing enough to put the tea down a moment and answer why he had come here.

“Well, the head of Gressenheller apparently did some kind of deal with this place to help get them running, considering they recently opened - and so made an offer to several of the professors - myself included - to move their classes there. Truth be told - the whispers of criminal activity here - that was what convinced me to come more than the apparent ‘deal’. There does seem to be quite a lot more going on here than first meets the eye.” This was whispered, for good reason. The server didn’t need to hear that.

[recreatingthefuture-blog]

           Clive was very aware about the dubious origins of the city, as well as the suspicious amount of confusion among those who inhabited it. In reality, it was what drew him as well. It was a good place to lay low while his plans bared fruit; being in a different location and making illegal, underground transactions took the edge off of centering the activity. In addition, the city was relatively infamous for disorienting its citizens within the lap of luxury and comfort. His research at the library, as well as his communications and connections with others, confirmed this fact and helped strengthen his credibility as an upstanding citizen.

          Clive loosened his tie a bit, wanting to free his neck from the tension and the beads of sweat that were forming on his neck, and reached down to take another sip of his tea. Letting himself be too loose was not an option with Layton's so-called private investigation of the gang activity in town. He had some level of involvement there, and with his name and face exposed, if Layton connected him to anything else, he was done for.

          "It's amazing how cities and towns keep springing up, even if humans have explored most areas of the world. With a growing population, I guess more congested areas need to form. Still, the rapid growth of places like Koi makes me question if they will have a prosperous future, or be abandoned completely."

He took another sip of tea, happy to change the conversation to be about something that wasn't related to him and listened intently to Layton's reason for his sudden move.

         "So, this is just a temporary thing. I'm glad you didn't quit your job. You get fantastic feedback in the newspapers about your teaching style. I'm surprised you can balance time with your students along with the cases you pick up."

         Did that show too much knowledge on Clive's part? These were facts he was researching to get into the character of Luke, but that idea had to be scrapped completely; making most of the knowledge of the boy he was imitating completely useless. He had no interest in Luke Triton from the get-go outside of being a means to an end.

         "Either way, the crime sprouting in such a newly built city is... concerning. It seems right up your ally to investigate."

[jekyllhyding]

Tea amongst gentlemen? (Closed - Clive)

[jekyllhyding]

Despite his gentle tone, Clive’s wariness remained on veritable pins and needles - given all that had taken place, Hershel did not blame the young man for that, either. He simply waited until Clive was ready to speak, hoping that the paitence may aid in making the other calmer in some small way at least. Oftentimes, he would find himself - when thinking of the events - what good would have happened if only he had unearthed the truth so well hidden by Hawkes sooner - then again, even if he had revealed the truth sooner, there was no express guaranteeing it would have satisfied all involved.

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          Clive muttered affirmatives in response to the professor's comments, seemingly lost in thought and quite out of it. The server walked by and Clive briefly broke off the awkward tension by ordering something, before returning to the situation as delicate as a balloon ready to pop. He was so confused and he could see that the professor was too, but about what? Why did Layton seem to know way more than him? The reassurance came with biting worry.

          He didn't really want to talk about the "incident" either way though, so the topic change to the city was refreshing. He was, after all, feeling strangely warm and happy about the professor remembering him... but at the same time...

          There were too many emotions for him to handle. He needed to get away before it all showed through.

          "... The city had promises of good job opportunities. I quit my old job in London and decided to work here instead. The air is more refreshing and it doesn't carry such bitter reminders."

         The server brought Clive's tea, and, as an act of impulse, he doused it in sugar before realizing how immature that looked, causing him to stop. He let out a long sigh looked up at his companion.

          "I should be asking what would bring you here. Surely it's temporary. I'm sure London misses you and your brilliant mind."

          He smiled to himself, getting lost in thought again before straightening himself in his chair, making sure his elbows stayed off of the table. He still had to maintain at least some of his persona, if anything, to impress the professor.

          “Are you here on business? Did the Yard send you to investigate some happenings here? I've heard that Koi has some gang problems."

[ritchassbaxterd]

domestic headcanons meme!

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[quiteverbose-blog]

you’re so afraid of opening up, you’re holding yourself hostage.

“10 words or less…” (d.s.)

[miscellanyofmusings]

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[demorrt-arts]

I MISS DRAWING THIS GUY SO MUCH. precious

[recreatingthefuture-blog]

           Why was it that whenever something was revealed, it usually only created more questions?

           Clive had given up his research for the day, but, instead of making it home; he had fallen asleep on top of his book within the realm of the library. It was a rather ungentlemanly habit, but Clive was nearly obsessed with his own productivity. He was even drooling a bit on his loaned book. However, he, being completely out of it, was unaware of the image he was giving off due to a lack of control over his own exhaustion.

[miscellanyofmusings]

Ｌｏｎｅｌｉｎｅｓｓ is no pain    Lσνє and ѕαɗηєѕѕ are like a chain      The more you love the more you suffer

[jekyllhyding]

Tea amongst gentlemen? (Closed - Clive)

[jekyllhyding]

If he was concerned, it seemed evident that Clive seemed to be as well: he was wearing such a stoic expression that Hershel supposed he was doing it out of hope that acting so serious could help him to remain calm in such odd events - it didn’t seem natural to be that unexpressive, however…then again, Clive had seemed to be like him in that small way of not wanting to have his emotions on his sleeve. Whether it was to prevent being hurt (as he, Hershel, admitted his own ‘mask’ was for) or to be part of his acts was uncertain, but he would not judge either way. 

That aside, the musings of having done everything in every area he reached out to made the gentleman sigh a little to himself. 

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          Clive refused to let his guard down, and Layton's strangely vast knowledge of him did little to ease his nerves. Or did they? Even as he had to completely reevaluate the goals he had spent so many painstaking years planning for, he felt a certain sense of relief that his childhood hero seemed to have him figured out to some degree. The world needed more people like the professor. It was just so unfortunate that Clive was convinced that almost everyone he knew in a position of power was self-centered and only focused on their own advancement in the pursuit of power and money.

           Layton was too reasonable in the reasonless world where the only way to make a statement was by forcing one down the throats of others. Deep down, he was aware of his hypocrisy, but, he considered his heart to be in the right place all the same. Heroes were exploited to build up the corrupt. If heroism had ever been historically successful in creating social change, they would have been written off later as figures of chaos and disorder when the changed society reverted back to power struggles of a select elite. It was disgusting.

          When Clive snapped out of his thoughts and tuned into what the professor was saying, he was annoyed by the vagueness, but decided to sit down anyways, frequently avoiding eye contact to glance out the window.

          “... Of course I remember.”

           It was short and just as abstract, but Clive hated dwelling on that day. It was the one thing that could turn him into an overemotional mess. While the incident was his main motivation, it was also a subject he avoided speaking to with others. He could cry and scream angry expletives when he was positive that no one would hear. The only one allowed to see him lose control was himself and whatever ghosts he entertained the idea of.

           “That was so long ago though. I never thought you would look for me.”

          That was more than enough detail. His lips were sealed and he was through speaking.

[recreatingthefuture-blog]

           Okay. I am currently on the bus home from visiting my girlfriend and thus, I can get back on board with replies. I appreciate your patience with me for my disappearance over the course of this past week. I still wish I didn't have to leave, but leaving means I have no excuse but to catch up on replies at the same time. I'll try to clear out and catch up on replies over the course of the next two days on ALL of my accounts! Thank you!

[r-romancier-blog]

Describe my muse in the absolute worst way possible.

( bonus points if it’s still shockingly accurate. )