scientificflair | 004. Action for northern Route 34/also one other thing

[PRIVATE TEXT TO EMMY ALTAVA]

We need to talk. Now.

[ACTION]

[Well, some of you may remember that...weirdly terse post from Descole that went out about a month ago, asking exactly how one would know if their Pokémon that requires happiness to evolve is anywhere near pleased with you. You'll be pleased to know that it's -

...seriously not anything he'll have to worry about anytime soon. No. Really. It's not.

It's not exactly something he's keeping to himself, either. Oh, no. It's incredibly evident in several ways, the primary one being the fact that he's currently skulking around on Route 34, just outside of Goldenrod City, and that Togepi he's been training is currently wailing up a storm.

Descole doesn't seem to know what he's supposed to do with the fact that the damn thing simply will not stop crying; to his credit, he isn't just up and ditching the thing, though from the look of it he's clearly considering - once in a while he'll get fed up and stomp off a few feet, only for the wailing to intensify the further he gets. The result is this...bizarre storming back-and-forth routine, simply because Descole is the paragon of grace and charm and he cannot figure out how to make the damn thing shut up.

Yes, he has tried everything from leaving it alone to being in its presence to...yelling at it to shut up. No, he has not worked out the incredibly obvious solution of "pick the little crying eggthing up."

-50 PICARATS FOR YOU, DESCOLE.]

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[Such a lovely baby! Gorthan actually finds him endearing, and his smile shows it. Have more scritches, Togepi.]

See? It wasn't so hard, was it?

[His tone saying that is pretty light - he doesn't actually mean to patronize you, Descole, even though a lot of the stuff that comes out of his mouth may sound like it. That's just how Upper Caste Evronians work.]

Four? How lucky. What are they like? I think I would like to meet them.

[If Descole is at all bothered by...anything Gorthan is saying, it doesn't show in his demeanor; he just tips his head a bit, thinking.]

And why would you like to meet them, if I might ask?

[Gorthan blinks a little and... actually looks up at Descole, in search of some obviously impossible eye contact.

... Does he need a reason to meet new people?]

Well, I would like to know more about the England of your world, I suppose.

[Well, he is meeting your gaze, it's just impossible to tell...

As it stands, he laughs a bit, though it isn't a cruel sound at all.]

There's no reason to be so bewildered - it was mere curiosity, Gorthan. Unfortunately, I don't think I'll be able to introduce you to them - they aren't terribly fond.

[... Oh.]

So you have enemies here. Why didn't you tell me before?

[He's looking at the Togepi again, now. Ah, head scritches can be relaxing for the giver, too.]

Not enemies, really. More like rivals, though it isn't a...terribly friendly rivalry.

[There's a bit of oddly stifled laughter - like he was originally going to laugh, but changed his mind the following moment.]

I see. Tell me more! Who is it that is capable of giving you a rough ride?

Ah, the primary one is an intellectual rival of sorts - a fellow archaeologist, employed at Gressenheller University in London. He and I often find ourselves in pursuit of the same goals - he always seems to turn up when I'm on the verge of a breakthrough.

[Because that's totally how it happened.]

The last few times we've met, he's utilized my research and resources for the sake of claiming credit for world-changing discoveries; he's taken two out of three of the Aslant Legacies from me in such a way.

[YEP. YEP, THAT'S TOTALLY HOW IT HAPPENED.]

He's been taking credit for that which isn't his; needless to say, I'm looking forward to the day when he's revealed for the fraud that he is.

[OH MY GOD DESCOLE SHUT UP.]

A... rivalry between archaeologists? What a fascinating story! And... "Aslant Legacies"...?

[Gorthan's eyes light up, and his interest is unmistakably genuine.]

And what is your rival's name, if I may ask?

Hershel Layton.

I see. I will keep that name in mind.

So, if I may ask, what are the "Aslant Legacies" that you mentioned? And what about the other three people from your world that are here? Are they more rivals of yours?

[Aah, all the questions. All of them.]

Ah, the Aslant Legacies. Remnants of an ancient civilization, my friend, of great interest to me. Two of three have been discovered - those being the Golden Garden and the Lost City of Ambrosia. Both were heavily shrouded in myth and legend, but I can assure you that they were, in fact, real.

I won't disclose any more than that; surely you understand a protectiveness over one's life's work.

As for the others, they primarily assist Layton and are ultimately of no consequence. Children.

Indeed. I merely wonder if there's any need for such protectiveness here. But you seem to have made up your mind. I will drop the subject, even if I have to admit that those names sound absolutely fascinating.

And... have I heard correctly? Your rival relies on assistance from children?

[How can you possibly be the bad guy in this?]

[CLEARLY, HE ISN'T

LAYTON IS A BOUNDER AND A CAD AND NOT NEARLY AS MUCH OF A GENTLEMAN AS HE THINKS HE IS

oh my god descole shut up]

He does, yes. He refers to them as apprentices, but clearly sees no fault in putting them in harm's way.

[First you, then Layton... does anybody like children in your world? Seriously.]

Well, that seems to me the very definition of dishonorable. If you need a hand against your rival, I will be more than glad to help you out.

[...no. :| Especially not him.]

I'll definitely keep that offer in mind. However, defeating Layton isn't my first priority - my work comes first. Always.

So he has not gotten in your way yet. Does he even know you are here?

Then again... if I ever met someone familiar here, I suppose I would be supportive of them regardless of whatever feuds we may or may not have in our world of origin. That merely seems the sensible thing to do.

And this is why I say it's a rivalry, not a matter of being enemies - being enemies involves blind hatred regardless of reason or logic, by my definition.

I see.

[He now looks towards the sea, leaving the Togepi alone.]

Is there nothing more you feel like sharing today, Descole? I... I would love to hear more about your world.

Hm?

[He tips his head a bit at that.]

Ignorance is the curse of God,
Knowledge the wing wherewith we fly to Heaven, Gorthan.

You need only ask; I won't guarantee answers, but if you have questions, ask me directly.

[At the Shakespeare quote, Gorthan's eyes go wide open and he whips his head around. ... There really is no way that his eyes and his smile won't betray his excitement and interest.]

Why, thank you, Descole! ... Are you sure you cannot tell me more about the ... Golden Garden and Ambrosia? Those names just sound so enticing. What are they like? How big are they?

And I'd like to know more about the children, too, if you've met them. Surely they must not be ordinary, if a man of science employs them.

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