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""Puzzling? I think not.""
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Favourites: 48; Deviations: 1; Watchers: 33
Watching: 51; Pageviews: 7408; Comments Made: 59; Friends: 51
# Comments
Comments: 54
OutOfPoison;;
Oh, dear... it would not end well if these two saw each other again...
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((I agree. Care to let them?))
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OutOfPoison;;
/yes/
It was a dark afternoon. Gray storm clouds dotted around the sky-people around them rushing to avoid the rain. How long had it been since she'd seen this man? For that matter, why was he here? Didn't he get arrested? Pfft, well, he had his ways, obviously. Whatever. Either way, she's staring at Clive in utter disgust. The reason did not need to be justified, and it didn't take the Professor to deduct why her behaviour toward him was the way it was.
....But, wait, the Professor was dead. Riiiight. It was inevitable that Clive had heard about the murder of Luke Triton and Hershel Layton, followed by the disappearance of Flora Reinhold. There had been little to no search put out for the girl, but they were certainly still investigating the deaths. Typical. The thought made Arlanna scoff angrily.
She was dressed in the attire she'd worn when she first met the Professor-with the green dress and all. Surprisingly, the disguise always made it so no one recognized her as Flora. She no longer wanted to be Flora--she wanted to dawn a new life--as Arlanna. The only one who had known her secret was Bruno.
But enough about that! Time to address this dude.
"....Uh, hi."
Smooth, Arlanna, smooth.
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Oh! Oh! It's an active Clive RP account! Hi!
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((Is it me or is loads of Layton roleplay accounts popping up? 
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((Now that you mention it, there are more than you'd expect on here, and a lot more recent than not. Huh. :3 More fun for us, I suppose.))
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((A good thing of course! It seems that some people have either just joined the fandom or have been in the fandom and seen it slowly.. Break down, and decided that it was a duty upon themselves to liven it up again. If it's the first or the latter, then really I'm very grateful. I've joined the fandom like 3 months ago so it's makes me feel good if I'm not the only new one eheh))
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(( ewe cool a really cool account must watch
I would love to RP with you!))
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((Thaaaaank you~ And that'd be awesome! 
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(( Great! Who will start? ))
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On the corner of the London street, the light-brown-haired genius stood, fairly lost in thought as he stared at the buildings that he had once destroyed. He had received an unknown pardon from Descole to get out of prison just a little while ago, and though he regretted what he'd done, he still couldn't help but feel some lust for revenge still brewing within him. A light wind blew through his hair, and his eyes sharpened slightly. He might not've learned his lesson completely, but if he ever did anything like that again, he had vowed to finish it.
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Melody bustled across the street to the corner, eager to get home. Corner, round it. Then go strait. Keep going till you see a- "Oof!" She said as she bumped into the brunette. "So sorry sir! I was too busy thinking about something completely oblivious and bumped into you! So dreadfully sorry!" She said, picking up her books of chemistry and science.
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A brilliantly-colored parrot flew over to where you and he sat, landing on the brown-haired genius' shoulder. Keeping unblinking eye contact with you, Clive unfolded a deck of cards, fanning the deck expertly with one hand in front of him as he leaned his other arm over the back of his chair. With a smirking grin, he asked casually, "Care to play?"
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As Alice was walking around the street's of london, she politely greeted clive as she passed by "Hello". She did not know about the events that happend involving clive though.
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On the corner of the street, the blue-hatted genius stood, fairly lost in thought as he stared at the buildings that he had once destroyed. He had received an unknown pardon from Descole to get out of prison a while ago, and though he regretted what he'd done, he still couldn't help but feel some lust for revenge still brewing within him. Suddenly, he was jerked out of his thoughts as someone said hello, and he glanced towards the speaker before responding automatically with a simple, "Oh, hello."
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"They have repeared the buildings nicely haven't they?.. I heard that someone destroyed almost the entire city.. but right now it looks like nothing happend.. I wonder who would do such a thing to this city though..." She said as she took a lot at the buildings if london.
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"Yes..." he answered vaguely, his voice sounding a little hollow as he kept it together. "It would take a lot of hatred to do such a thing..." He gazed back up towards the buildings, his black eyes hardening slightly. "Either that, or madness."
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even after playing the game 2 times I still don't fully understand why clive did that o.o ))
".. Whatever it is I hope I'll never meet the person who did that... It must be a horrible person.. bringing the life of so many others in danger... And for what? What did that person gain by this? I just don't understand.. "
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Clive looked down slightly, closing his eyes and lowering his voice a bit. This person had no idea of knowing, but the young man wondered the same thing sometimes. "I wish I knew..."
((It was out of revenge, mostly, though he was disguising it with the name of 'justice'. His parents died in a fire because Bill Hawks cared more about progress than about the lives of others, and Clive's parents were hence the 'victims of progress'. Clive hated the prime minister for it, and did end up going a bit mad out of grief. His idea of "destroying London and rebuilding it from the ground up" would most definitely stop any progress for a time, though clouded by madness, Clive failed to see that he was, in a way, doing something just as horrible as Hawks. When that huge cord came down and hit Clive over the head, knocking him unconscious, it did something to his mind that suppressed the insanity long enough for him to realize the damage he'd done and go quietly to prison.))
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ah okay, I recenlty bough the last layton game and after that I'll have completed all of them <3 .. Some puzzles are freaking hard though TwT ))
"Oh well I guess sometimes you just have to forget the past right?" She pulled off a little smile. "you don't have to look so sad.. it's all over now.."
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((Ahhh, I'm jealous; the only ones I've played are the Unwound Future and the Last Specter, though I think I'm getting more this Christmas. ^^ And yes, I agree; some puzzles are rageworthy in their difficulty. XD))
"Sometimes it's more difficult to move on than to merely forget..." He turned towards her, opening his eyes. "Were you here when it happened?"
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".. I'm afraid I wasn't... But I've had enough drama... and I know it's hard to let go of the past sometimes... but in some cases it's the only case. I mean just talking about it won't change it"
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"Do not try to contact me again," I warn darkly. "There will be consequences."
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"Of what sort?" Clive folded his arms and furrowed his brow questioningly.
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"This is a government facility. You have no right to have access here. I demand that you leave this instant." I warn again.
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Clive gave a slightly cocky smirk, his arms still crossed. "You didn't answer my question."
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"Would you like me to explain in detail the charges you will face? The jail time for life? The questioning and trials?" I glower at you. "I don't have time for your childish pestering. I have work to do, unlike children like you."
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"See here, there's no need for that attitude," the genius said politely, feeling too reckless for his own good.
((Clive. What. are. you. doing.))
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"You are right, child. There is no need for attitude. My guard will escort you out. And if you try to come back, there will be a series of unnamed consequences." I smirk and go back to my work as a guard grabs your arm and leads you out.
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"Wha- Hey!" Clive grunted as the guard grabbed him, and he struggled against the strong grip. "It was just a joke!"
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"I'm sure. Now stay away. I do not have time for jokes or childish games."
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OutOfHintCoins. you know what never mind this account needs more comments
[cHOKES OUT A STARTER]
It was a rather cold day in London, England. Like Emmy, one of the things Luke could never forget about it was its constant hustle and bustle. It almost seemed welcoming, in a sense. Five years had passed since Luke's move to America. Ever since then, he'd constantly keep himself busy with reading, or a project, something to keep his mind off London.
But even now, he still felt out of place. He was working harder than ever now, much to the dismay of his friends. There was something on his mind, something he could never reveal to anyone without being yelled at or anything. He tried to seem as unsuspicious as possible, as he slowly made his way around, in hopes of finding the person he was looking for.
...Luckily, he did. There he was, standing there alone. No one dared to look at him. Luke froze, exhaling deeply. Alright, how was he going to go about this? Maybe if he--
"--Clive!"
Shit, shit shit. He hadn't meant to do that. It was too late to hide, he'd more than likely already been found out. No, this wasn't the time to be cower in fear. He had to face what was going to come. Luke hesitated, stepping forward.
"Er-.......hello......."
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On the corner of the street, the light-brown-haired genius stood, fairly lost in thought as he stared at the buildings that he had once destroyed. He had received an unknown pardon from Descole to get out of prison just a little while ago, and though he regretted what he'd done, he still couldn't help but feel some lust for revenge still brewing within him. He shivered slightly as a rather cold wind blew through his hair. He might not've learned his lesson completely, but if he ever did anything like that again, he had vowed to finish it.
Suddenly, he was jerked out of his thoughts by the call, and he immediately glanced towards the speaker. Luke... he thought, surprised, but not showing it, replacing his feelings with a cool, black-eyed gaze. Why is he here, of all people? "Luke," he addressed, speaking without emotion, though feeling many kinds.
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Luke stepped forward, exhaling deeply.
"It's.. um.. certainly been a while..."
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"Indeed." He didn't break eye contact; what was Luke playing at?
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He cleared his throat, making to shuffle nervously. What was he supposed to say? How was he supposed to act?
"How... have you been, er.. holding up?"
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Luke was nervous, that was obvious to even the untrained eye, and as he asked the question, Clive answered with another instantly, wanting to know what this was about. "What are you doing here, Luke? And don't say 'to chat', because you're struggling to speak in complete sentences as it is."
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"'Ey, fuck you..--" he paused a moment, flushing slightly from what he'd just said. "...S-Sorry--I'm usually like that."
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Clive turned towards you as you spoke. "Oh, hello," he said, giving a slight tip of his hat.
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*she smiled slightly at him* names Bethany, but most people just call me Beth.
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"Pleased to meet you, Beth," he said, extending his arm towards her for a handshake. "My name's Clive."
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*shakes his hand* pleasure to meet you too Clive!
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After a few moments, he took his hand away politely.
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"I've had better days, but all-in-all, fairly well. What about you?"
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"...I prefer to think of it as justice..."
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