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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 ~♥


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?"
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!))
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...
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.
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)
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."
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."
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."
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).
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! >_< ))
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?"
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"? ;)
Sep. 26th, 2012 12:35 pm (UTC)
Layton's unease shifts as Descole's mirth increases, for once entirely uncomfortable with the situation, which he can see no logical way out of or way to avoid the repercussions. He tenses as Descole circles him, eyes narrowing at the mention of slave. This is certainly not the direction he was hoping for - he was hoping for resolution, not tense continuation, especially considering the direction Descole seems to intend to take with him...
His breath quickens imperceptibly as Descole closes in on him, now visibly uncomfortable (skin-crawlingly so) and disgusted by Descole's mere implication, and perhaps even very, very dully interested, although he would barely even acknowledge why. He'll back away as much as he can, reluctant to escape the situation entirely because he knows he has to give whatever Descole requests unless he wants further fuss.
Layton is also incredibly uncomfortable about Descole's change in intent. Normally he's arguably a few shades of Asexual; he tends to focus more on the individual attraction rather than a general one, and he's too emotionally immature and shy to consider anything else, particularly as he is so uncomfortable with his own feelings and emotions anyway - so anything of this nature would scare him somewhat.
Sep. 28th, 2012 01:54 pm (UTC)
"Hmm..." He pauses, pursing his lips. "No this wont do. You'll have to take your shirt off." He peers at him expectantly. "Well? What are you waiting for? Take it off." His voice takes on a more menacing tone.
"You hardly have a choice."
Sep. 29th, 2012 05:04 am (UTC)
((Well day-um!)
Back when he was in school, parents constantly moving everywhere until they finally settled in Steviano/Stanbury and Layton constantly being the new, awkward, quiet kid with no motivation to do anything at all, he was pushed around and made to feel uncomfortable quite often, not least with Lando - although he was happy to be bossed around and forced to play along for him, appreciative for the attention of someone far more outgoing than himself. Even nowadays he is used to deferring to those that demand power, although his sense of justice has saved him from ever being a complete pushover to the point of regret (well, except maybe with Luke, although that's hardly Luke's fault).
But now
Well, this is something else entirely...
Layton doesn't even acknowledge Descole's first request, blithely stunned as he attempts to piece together what Descole has requested, something so abhorrent, lewd - he stares back at Descole in confused discomfort - perhaps he imagined it-
but no, Descole is menacing, insistent. He shrinks backward.
"You-" He takes in a sharp breath, willing himself to calm. "You can't honestly-"
But Descole cuts him off, reminding him cuttingly of the commitment he has made, the commitment he has had to make because of Layton's own wretched immorality.

Layton falters, willing himself to take action, just be brave and do it. Descole's masked intense gaze just makes him even more uncomfortable, and he blushes unhappily as he slowly, awkwardly and stiffly reaches to comply with Descole's mirthful request. He closes his eyes, grimacing, as he sheds his jacket and shirt, cagey and embarrassed. They fall to the floor with a nervous shudder.

When he has finished he stands there awkwardly, fingers knotting the shirt he holds close to himself in discomfort, looking down at the ground in nigh-crippling shame, and says nothing at all.
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