008. [Video/possible action for Goldenrod City, also one other thing]

[scientificflair]

[PRIVATE TEXT TO EMMY ALTAVA]

I have something I would like to ask you, and some further things to discuss. Some more pleasant than others. Do you have time?


[VIDEO]

[Well, if you're familiar with the stores around Goldenrod (or even if you're not, and just happened to wander in there one day by chance) then the chances are good that you're aware of a music shop nestled amongst the larger stores and malls. More specifically and to the point, you may be aware of the piano set up within the shop itself - both for the sake of lessons to those willing to pay, and to advertise others like it for purchase. Descole is in here for neither, though had he the space he wouldn't be terribly opposed to the latter; for the last couple of days, he's come in when business is slow and settled himself behind the keys, sometimes playing, sometimes just running his hands over them lightly. Today, however, he is clearly settling for none of that. The camera clicks on after seeming to have been set up directly alongside the keys, showing nothing but his hands and a bit of the long ruffled sleeves covering the backs of them; he begins playing after a bit, and...uh. It's a bit difficult to say what in the world set him off but he's having at fairly hard and holding absolutely nothing back, his hands fast and firm on the keys. It's not anything classical, or even anything terribly classy; it's somewhat more akin to...well. While it isn't anywhere near exact, it's closer to this than anything.

Yeah. Um. There's probably something to be said for the fact that Descole is baring his soul to the world and it sounds sorta like Skrillex, but we won't go there.

His hands linger on the keys for a moment after the sound dies; the camera angle doesn't adjust any, leaving his face well out of the shot, but after a moment Descole speaks, his tone clipped and more abrupt than usual.

He's clearly a bit stressed; he's doing a terrible job of concealing it.]

I'm looking for ways to further improve myself. Anything at all. Physically, intellectually, I don't particularly care. Tell me what you excel at; I want to hear what your talents are.

I don't care that time doesn't pass back home, not while we're here; there is still such a thing as having been here too long. If I can't return to my life's work...

[He pauses for a moment; without warning, he slams his hands down heavily on the keys, the sudden clash ringing out sharply. One can...pretty much hear the rather alarmed sound of the shopkeeper in the background, telling him to watch it.]

I've had enough. Give me something to pursue.

[And with that, end feed.]

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[scientificflair]

[He tenses a bit at the question, though he seems to force it out of his system quickly enough; he toys a bit with the cup on the table, though he doesn't move to drink from it just yet.]

It's nothing that you need to worry about. Frustration, that's all; it'll pass eventually.

[snapandscoot]

[Placing her cup lightly back on the saucer, Emmy takes a good look at Descole. He's obviously frustrated, and who could blame him? What she wouldn't give to see Big Ben right about now....

The Professor going home did make things worse for her. After all, how is she supposed to be his number 1 assistant if she's not there to assist? It's simply awful.

....hm.]

If you're that desperate for a distraction I could always teach you to cook, you know. You said you were terrible at it, didn't you?

[scientificflair]

Last I checked, my water-burning skills were still second to none, yes.

[He's quiet for a moment after that, however. Takes a sip of that tea.]

Perhaps I'd like that, however.

[snapandscoot]

I have one condition, however.

[Smiiiiiirking~! Finally, she gets to smirk a little. Picking up her teaspoon, Emmy points it straight at Descole, as if it were a sword.]

You have to teach me to fence.

[scientificflair]

[ajdhghfbgfh Emmy what are you doing

other than amusing him greatly, that is]

...I think something like that could be arranged, yes.

[snapandscoot]

Good! Then that neatly solves your puzzle, doesn't it?

[omg not only does she get to smirk, she gets to be smug! This encounter really has turned around!]

I think I'm getting pretty good, if I do say so myself~! Don't worry, we'll start your lessons with something basic. I assume you can handle toast?

[scientificflair]

I think I can manage that much, yes. Anything more complex may be giving me a bit too much credit, however.

[.......]

...I really do appreciate it, Emmy.

[snapandscoot]

Yes, well....it's not like I'm all that busy, so. Besides, any excuse to show off a little~

[ugh will you....stop it, let her take another sip of her lemon-free tea, there]

Oh, and you had better not go easy on me when it comes to my lessons, or you'll be rather sorry rather quickly!

[scientificflair]

[...one of these days he will make you experience it with the lemon, Emmy, it's good that way.]

Have you even tried fencing before, or are you entirely new to it?

[snapandscoot]

[Can't we just eat lemon tart instead.....]

No, but look! I'm wielding this spoon like a natural!

[....just shut up and laugh, will you]

[scientificflair]

[His gaze rather obviously darts to that spoon before he finally gives in and laughs a bit, all right - good job, you.]

Clearly a force to be reckoned with; I fear for the welfare of your tea.

[snapandscoot]

As well you should!

[...oh, well

this is kind of nice, isn't it]

Although I'm hoping you intend to let me wield something a bit larger than a spoon, dangerous as I may be with one.

[scientificflair]

Unfortunately, actual blades are out of the question, as far as this place is concerned, but I'm sure we can find something suitable; improvised weapons seems to be a running theme among you lot as it is.

[He's quiet for a moment after that, however; it's...one of those topics he doesn't bring up much, but...]

Your beloved Professor was rather good with them, at any rate; I imagine you've been holding up well enough since his departure?

[snapandscoot]

Ah, yes he....was rather talented with them. It's part of the reason I'd like you to teach me how to do it.

[Emmy grows quiet for a moment, stirring her tea despite looking off to the side, obviously lost in thought for a moment. It was...very odd to not have the Professor around. Even though he'd been gone for a little while now, the wound was still a little raw. Forcing a smile onto her face, Emmy returned her gaze to Descole.]

I'm fine. Besides, I do a lot of work separated from him; it's not like we're connected at the hip, after all! Besides, I still have Luke!

You just worry about me being student number 1!

[scientificflair]

[He lets her take her time in continuing, taking another sip of tea as she thinks; even after she does go on, he isn't terribly inclined to push the matter. Discussions of Layton aren't anything he really cares for; if she's going to insist she's fine...well.]

Well, at least I won't have to worry about your ability to keep up with lessons; I'll warn you ahead of the time that teaching isn't anything I have the disposition for, though.

[snapandscoot]

[That actually makes her laugh slightly, smiling at him over her cup.]

Don't worry; you'll find me a fast learner. Provided we don't spend too much time on the theory and can get straight into the practical!

[scientificflair]

...Emmy, if you think I'm going to be teaching you theory...

[He's clearly amused by that, however.]

We'll see, however. It'll be interesting, if nothing else.

[snapandscoot]

Excellent! Don't worry, I'll ensure that you learn plenty of interesting things to cook, too!

[Well, that went surprisingly well, all things considered. Made a nice distraction from the whole....card thing, too. Hmph.]

Was there anything else you wanted to speak to me about, while I'm so graciously allowing you in my presence?

[scientificflair]

[...well.]

Perhaps I was wondering if you would graciously allow me your presence again sometime soon.

[snapandscoot]

[....well.]

Am I to assume you mean outside our newly-planned lessons?

[scientificflair]

If you wouldn't be opposed.

[snapandscoot]

....

[Pausing for a moment, Emmy takes a quick sip of her tea, eyes darting to the side. That...sounded awfully like Descole...asking her to-]

....are these platonic sorts of meet-ups, or were you thinking more along the lines of.....dates?

[yeah screw puzzling that one out

she can earn the picarats later]

[scientificflair]

[...Emmy

Emmy no

Emmy why are you doing this can't we just assume they're platonic - ]

...why do you ask?

[snapandscoot]

[...........uh-oh]

Well, I'm just....curious, that's all.

[yeah that'll do]

[scientificflair]

[He remains silent for a long moment after that, toying absently with the edges of his sleeves.]

If you would prefer that they remain platonic, that's entirely possible.