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After being informed by my faithful butler Raymond that my ultimate goal (which is to sleep with every single person in whatever the hell the country I live in is), quite a difficult feat, would be made easier if I were to meet people over the internet so I can hack into their personal information and find out where they live I agreed with his theory and here I am now.

la introduction.
I am Jean Descole an artistic man of science (IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!) I am a very experienced whore archeologist and inventor and a french gentleman. And when I say gentleman I do not mean the mockery (that I shat my pants! :D) that batard Layton put on the word, I am a real gentleman.
I would write more but I am currently rather...indisposed.

I look forward to vous vissage becoming acquainted ~♥


May. 23rd, 2012 02:23 pm (UTC)
Well. Then I am... glad... my discomfort has some form of use for someone.

But you can't, there must be something or I'll never be rid of this, never be able to be at peace again. Why does life always end up like this? I'm- I'm going to see him again and now this happens? Why couldn't I have just- why couldn't I have just restrained myself? Then this wouldn't be happening, I wouldn't be constantly worrying, Clark would still be my friend, the boy would still be here, wouldn't be sad, I> wouldn't be so blastedly infatuated and... I would be able to think logically again. As she would have wanted.
I would rather you name your price as soon as possible.
That is small comfort, but very well, I would rather be washed clean of this situation at any cost and as soon as possible.
May. 24th, 2012 11:41 am (UTC)
It certainly does! Be a gentleman and be upset more often for me will you darling?

Alright then I will drag it out as long as possible.
Dear me, not a situation you ever wished to be in is it? Don't worry I wont hurt you.
Wonderful, I'll be seeing you then! <3
May. 24th, 2012 03:13 pm (UTC)
I would- I am not in the habit of breaking appearances and feeling, nor do I wish to.

The danger of having a blackmailer...
No, it is not particularly one I have envisaged. My concerns are inconsequential, I am more concerned for the boy's welfare through... this.
Yes, well, I shall see you shortly and we may reach an arrangement that will put this to rest.
Jun. 10th, 2012 01:21 pm (UTC)
((Live action now!))

*Climbs through window*
'Hello Professah' *looks round room* 'How uninspired. I see your tastes remain as dull as ever. But of course it's not like you'd ever change, is it?
Jun. 11th, 2012 01:05 am (UTC)
*He was writing at his desk prior to Descole trespassing, and so he'll whip around with just a tiny bit more force than necessary because he has been rather on edge for a while*
Uh. *Gets up quickly to meet him* Well, welcome. I see... you've already let yourself in.
Aug. 17th, 2012 11:29 am (UTC)
*Turns away huffily*
You look surprised to see me. Surely you couldn't have forgotten I'd be coming?
Haha I doubt it, I always do seem to have that affect on people, although they usually act more...pleased to see me. But I can hardly expect you to act any way normal.
*Is shamelessly snooping through Laytons stuff while saying this*
Well aren't you going to offer me some tea? Isn't that what you normally do, as the gentleman you are?
Aug. 17th, 2012 05:10 pm (UTC)
((Ha ha ha that's so Descole lol))

*Standing there awkwardly, dithering, wanting Descole to gtfa from his papers and rocks and archaeology stuff*
Oh... no, I hadn't, I just wasn't expecting.. well, I can hardly vouch for your own judge of character. Or your concept of 'normality'
What sort tea do you prefer, then? Ugh, sullying the good gentlemanly sport of tea-drinking... A smear on when Luke and I used to share tea here in the evening; we'd concoct up strange brews; it was all so... pleasant... *Sigh*
Aug. 20th, 2012 12:17 pm (UTC)
((Yay! :D And Laytons perfect too!))

*Drops one of Laytons rocks, a bit breaks off it, and he sticks his face close to Laytons, bitchfacing him.*
Don't you try to be a dick. Not to me.
*relents, backing away from Layton and leans casually against his desk.*
*sigh* I'm sure you will sully the art of tea drinking.....But I'll have some Belle Classic. *mysterious smile*
Aug. 24th, 2012 04:31 pm (UTC)

*Eye twitches at the breaking of the 60,000 year old fossil that Descole drops, otherwise he tries to remain composed toward Descole even as he moves close to him; pokerface powers activate to the max!*
"Belle Classic?" What odd taste... "Very well then," *He moves awkwardly into the kitchen, still very wary of Descole, and fetches a mahogany box from the pantry before selecting a teacup - he'll hover over one which used to be Luke's before sadly shifting and picking another teacup and opening the box. Out comes a dash of Oasis Leaf, Brisk Berry, Belle Tart Seed - in they go to the teacup, along with water from a kettle which had already boiled only recently. Anyway, once it's finished he'll awkwardly present it to Descole."
"Well, I do hope it is to your liking. Belle classic is admittedly not my favourite, but I am practiced in making it."

((and that was quite possibly one of the most boring Layton things I've ever written))
Aug. 26th, 2012 02:40 pm (UTC)
"I know you are" *Descole disparagingly takes the tea from Layton. He takes a sip of the tea and wham- is thrown right back into the past. Uncomfortable with this he puts the tea back down.
"I'll come back for that if I have the sudden urge to want to know what commoners drink"
*Not looking at Layton, feeling rather awkward and unsure, remembering, but sure as hell aint gonna show it.
*awkward silence*
"So. Lets get down to business."
((Well done!))
Aug. 26th, 2012 05:04 pm (UTC)
*Layton views him with vague concern at Descole's first remark, but shrugs it off; Descole seems to know everything, and this might even be a callous barb - Layton doesn't know, but it doesn't matter; he has bigger puzzles to solve. He's slightly offended by the commoners line, but overall he is incredibly anxious to get this issue taken care of - and that anxiousness bubbles over into the awkward silence, with which he will use to placidly place the tea back on his benchtop. He tenses visibly as Descole broaches the subject*
"Yes... of course." *He stands by the bench, awkwardly. "So... Name what you want for your silence, and I can arrange for it." *He looks down at his feet guiltily, remembering a flash of how wrong all he has done has been ((and all he'll be doing in the future if our other live-action is anything to go by...))*
Aug. 27th, 2012 11:39 am (UTC)
*Descole takes his own sweet time replying, as he hasn't really planned what he's going to demand, and to enjoy making Layton uncomfortable*
"What should I chose? There are so many things I could ask for, but really, I already have everything I could want."
*he corners Layton against the bench, and trails his fingers down his cheek*
"well almost"
((:S ))
Aug. 27th, 2012 05:03 pm (UTC)
*Layton watches Descole deliberate with distinct unease, more mildly unhappy with each passing moment, but doesn't say anything; he just wants to get this over and done with as soon as possible.
Descole wouldn't be particularly stronger than Layton, but Layton isn't very comfortable with many displays of emotion, especially from a stranger (even though in a roundabout way it's still Luke - just not his), so he merely shrinks back with visible discomfort as Descole corners him.*
"oh," *He barely suppresses an involuntary shudder when Descole touches his face, looking pointedly away in shame, faint blush tarring his cheeks. Well, he has been missing Luke. And he's a bit nervous anyway*
*Awkward* "..Surely you can make your claim... simply...Descole. Just... tell me what you want and I will arrange for it." *He won't try to move, but he'll look pointedly away in the other direction*
Aug. 28th, 2012 10:29 am (UTC)
*Descole smirks triumphantly at Laytons blush, but throughout this doesn't feel the same as he would about any one of his conquests, he feels conflicted about the situation. It's Fessah, he isn't sure whether he hates him orwants him. And illogically, unconsciously he's desperately wishing that Layton would be the same as before, treat him as he used to treat Luke. But, sadly, Descole isn't Luke anymore.
His smirk disappears at Laytons next words and obvious dislike of the situation.
He draws away from him, his face stony, before he slides his slutty, bitchy, trolly mask back on. Hmm, it's hard to use that metaphor when he actually wears a mask.. anyway.
Now he trails his fingers down Laytons chest,
"Don't pressure me, do you want to be rid of me so soon? We have plenty of time."
((Over to you although I really want to keep writing, you're Layton, >:P I can't say what Layton would say, you're gonna have to fill me in! :))
Aug. 28th, 2012 03:19 pm (UTC)
((Oh joy, looks like fun times ahead))
*Now Layton does shudder, breath hitched in his throat - though more of overwhelming nervous unease than pleasure, pounding heart belying an impassive expression. He is extremely uncomfortable with Descole's behavior and the situation he has gotten himself into - normally he'd use his fencing moves to at least weave out of Descole's forced position, but he's trying to be as compliant as possible so Descole will go away as soon as possible and he can go right back to mooning over his 13-14-year-old ex-apprentice without anyone else knowing and threatening. Descole dragging things out even now is almost physically torturous, this is literally pretty much Layton's worst nightmare (well, apart from solving all the puzzles in the world)*
"oh, but-" *Layton closes his eyes in an attempt to remain calm* "I do not wish to be rude, but it would be beneficial for all if this were taken care of as soon as possible." *And throw in a small sigh for good measure*
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