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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 ~♥

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trollscole
Aug. 31st, 2012 10:06 am (UTC)
((Oh, thanks! I was pretty much slapping at the keyboard like derpaderpaderp when writing that))
Descole kisses him more and more frantically, desperate for the Fessah he so loved, desperate for something to stop the ache of the last, lonely years, unaware of anything other than his chaotic emotions.
He's oblivious to the fact that this Layton obviously doesn't appreciate his attention.
But even Descole has to breathe, and as he breaks contact with Layton's mouth his eyes lock with his, and the illusion is broken.
He drops Layton's wrists as if they burn, and takes a step backwards, his expression thunderous. At this moment he isn't sure whether his next course of action is to simply run, or something more violent.
"I hate you!" He bursts out
"You disgust me!"
He takes a menacing step forward, body tense with rage, and Layton is possibly put in an even worse situation than before....

((Aaaw Descole is a poor, conflicted little baby.))
tealala
Sep. 3rd, 2012 09:22 am (UTC)
((well it worked!))
Layton staggers momentarily, panting heavily, mildly dizzy from shock and lack of oxygen. He stares at Descole in as close as what passes for confusion for Layton as he can, but only for a few moments. He's a man of logic and logic lends itself well to a trained instinct. He makes a fleeting assessment of his surroundings before sliding a carving knife from it's display block and brandishing it in a protective stance before him in one fluid movement, his old fencing days behind him, but still clear in his mind, and his reflexes.
"Let's not do anything else foolish, Descole," he wrns, calm facade up once more.
trollscole
Sep. 3rd, 2012 12:26 pm (UTC)
*Descole is utterly furious, at Layton for not wanting him, but mainly at himself for expecting him to, but since this is Descole he channels this anger outwards. And his victim is Layton. He draws himself up to strike- and then Layton makes his move. He grabs a knife and brandishes it at Descole. Fessah.
Descole reels backwards, his face, his mind, going blank with shock, before an avalanche of emotions crash over him. Hurt. Disbelief. And extreme bitter disappointment
He staggers backwards until his back is pressed against the wall.
"No..." he growls, he's almost crying, not that you can tell with his mask.
The strength leaves his limbs and he slides down the wall, to sit in a clumsy heap.
"No..."
He puts his head in his hands and begins to shake.

((I give up....
Poor Descole!))
tealala
Sep. 4th, 2012 09:26 am (UTC)
Layton stands there uneasily, still holding the knife, pretty much staring at the whole situation like "well this is the weirdest ducking day in my life, and that includes the day I first kissed my 9-year-old apprentice". When Descole starts to freak out, Layton becomes even more uncomfortable, because omg nooo feelingss, and he merely watches Descole break down in front of him with wary concern, wishing very much that Descole would leave. If he only knew... But he does not, and he merely attempts to split this alarming display of emotion with a soft, almost pitying "What do you want, Descole?"
trollscole
Sep. 9th, 2012 12:03 pm (UTC)
At Layton's words Descole suddenly stops shaking, and becomes eerily still. An awkward, tense silence reigns.
In one smooth movement Descole rises, and with extraordinary speed born from sudden, intense rage, kicks the knife from Layton's hand. It strikes the opposite wall with a clatter.
Layton is pitying him. Firstly, anyone pitying him would cause him to explode with rage or amused contempt, and secondly, this is Fessah.
Wanting to bawl and run away, instead he channels his emotions into rage.
"How dare you question me!"
*Layton says/does something?*
Descole has Layton backed up against the wall. In frustration Descole goes to punch Layton in the face, but in the last moment moves his aim to hit the wall, narrowly avoiding Layton.
And then Descole completely loses control..

((Pretty much making this up by "Well this looks dramatic/fun to draw in the comic in my head!." Wanna make one of this!))
tealala
Sep. 9th, 2012 03:58 pm (UTC)
Descole is too fast and unpredictable for Layton to keep hold of the knife, and he watches its trajectory with dim alarm. Disarmed, he backs away from Descole - but he's too slow - Descole has age on his side.
Descole advances upon him until Layton is cornered against the wall, with no potential weapons within reach.
"There is no need for this, Descole!" Layton stresses, tone still level and calm but tense body belying an undercurrent of concern.
He tries to roll from out of his position, but Descole has him stuck - Layton instead tries to pull away from Descole's hostilities, raking his brain wildly for a solution - but sadly for Layton, that solution is taking a while to formulate. If Descole goes to hit him again he will try to roll one way or another, otherwise...
trollscole
Sep. 10th, 2012 01:42 pm (UTC)
((Writing 'Descole has age on his side' automatically made me think of Clive taunting him about his incredibly old age :P ))
Descole has lost it completely. After punching the wall, he makes a pained noise, but the injury to his hand does not deter him, if anything it enrages him further. Grabbing Layton by the shirt, he pulls him forward before aggressively throwing him back against the wall.
He lifts his hand to strike him- but this is Descole, he can't keep one emotion for long. The reality of what he's doing hits him, and he's distressed once more.
He wills himself to strike, but can't bring himself to hit Fessah. Angry at himself, he stalks abruptly away, his movements jerky with anxiety.
With a defeated sigh, he sits dejectedly (for Descole, he still manages to look fabulous and up himself) on Layton's desk, facing the window. He ignores Layton, momentarily lost in his own little world.
tealala
Sep. 14th, 2012 03:45 pm (UTC)
((Haha, me too!))
Layton is forced backward, no match for sheer rage, and - still somewhat stunned by the entire situation - he slides abruptly to sit on the ground, quickly shielding himself from Descole's supposed blow with his hands and looking back up in momentary confusion when the strike never comes.
He watches Descole's shift in mood and actions critically, as if he partially already expected this outcome. Instead he lets out a soft, exasperated sigh and (drawing his knees up to his chest) leans back against the well, perfectly content to let erratic, strange little Descole sit on his desk for the time being (even though Descole even being there is messing everything up)
trollscole
Sep. 15th, 2012 02:20 pm (UTC)
((writing the action in comments means everything happens really quickly! Descole's emotions change every comment :s))
For some time Descole fights an internal battle, I imagine he'd almost have split personalities, he's so changeable, it would be like Luke and Descole arguing.
But Descole characteristically has to be in control of the situation, so seeing Layton so comfortable with what's happening irritates him into action.
"Well then" He snaps, scowling at Layton. "Lets just get this over with."
"I'll make my demands, and then you will never have to worry about your little secret becoming known, again."
tealala
Sep. 16th, 2012 11:06 am (UTC)
Layton perks up slightly ((well, as much as a guy with dot eyes and a line mouth can)) at the prospect of finally resolving this painfully terrifying situation, and he awkwardly moves to stand facing Descole, still a little wary (and generally shaken by this weird, weird day) and gaze hard.
"Well decided, Descole," he remarks, folding his arms and considering Descole with impassive concern. "Very well then," He momentarily casts his gaze to the floor in a flicker of discomforting embarrassment, before meeting where he presumes Descole's gaze is.
"State your demands, and they shall be met."
trollscole
Sep. 16th, 2012 12:44 pm (UTC)
Layton continuing to not be intimidated by Descole, pisses him off even more.
He turns a death glare on Layton, which is largely hidden by his mask. "Very well" He snarls.
But as an idea forms in his mind, his expression slowly changes. He smirks coldly, and proclaims.
"My demand is......you."
His smirk widens, feeling the amusement and vindictive pleasure that comes at dropping a bombshell that will (hopefully) cause rather an impact on the victim.
"I have decided...why relinquish my power over you? I can think of nothing I could want more."
tealala
Sep. 17th, 2012 01:04 am (UTC)
Layton just stares blankly at Descole's display of increasing anger, more concerned with resolving the issue than Descole's pointless display of emotion. He notes Descole's shift with mild concern, although Descole has been so changeable it is hardly surprising.
The next demand is, however. Not being very mature emotionally in this regard, he has not anticipated this development at all, and it fills him with intense unease, disappointed frustration mingling with the smallest dash of fear. Outwardly, his expression doesn't change much, but there is a definate change to his posture and demeanour, and there is a soft, sharp intake of breath.
"You- cannot mean..." Layton pushes aside his concern at the creepyness of that request to worry more about the pain of not resolving the Luke issue. "You cannot- you were to- finish this madness, not- I can't have anyone... find out..." He takes a step backward to consider Descole with disbelieving, rising alarm (although for Layton this isn't very obvious).
trollscole
Sep. 17th, 2012 08:30 am (UTC)
As Layton steps back, Descole steps forwards.
"Exactly. You can't have anyone find out, so you will have to do everything I say. Do you agree Professor?"
*Layton does whatever*

"Why are you upset Professor? You shouldn't be, I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, not if you do as I say."
((hmm, sorry about this, but I'll need Layton's reply! Sorry about the shitty comment! >_< ))
tealala
Sep. 17th, 2012 11:30 am (UTC)
Descole steps forward, and for once Layton is filled with intense unease - understandably so, considering the last two times Descole moved toward him he either kissed him or tried to punch him. He considers Descole warily, full of alarm and concern. This should never have happened. Why weren't we more careful? Why wasn't I more careful? I should never have succumbed to him in the first place, I have sullied him and now this is our punishment, I deserve this, I deservethisIdeservethisI-
Descole gloats at him and Layton looks away, for once at a loss of what to do, his brilliant puzzling mind falling short of this unprecedented, uncomfortable situation. "I-" Once more Layton is reminded of the myriad of things that are entirely wrong with his relationship with his apprentice, least of all the legal impact upon a relationship between a 40-year-old and a 14-year-old boy who was also under his care for quite some time, and the end that would await not only himself, but the impact it would have on Luke. He barely hears Descole's querying under his concerned musings, merely frowns and looks back up at him once Descole is finished.
"Well, you give me no other choice," Layton looks away again, and replies with barely a murmur: "Very well then. What do you... intend to ask for?"
trollscole
Sep. 24th, 2012 08:21 am (UTC)
"What will I ask for?" Descole raises his eyebrows "Well, well, what first?"
He pauses, before remarking "Well I hardly have to ask for one single thing, I rather like the idea of you being my slave." He stalks slowly around Layton, like an animal sizing him up for the kill "Yes, I rather like the idea of you in a collar and chains."
He once more moves closer to Layton, but with a different intent to before. Dare I say, "seductively"? ;)
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