When Elaine once again found herself awake, there was a great contrast to compare. While previously it was dark and cold with some sounds of trotting horses and turning wheels, there was some light in the room coming from the window that was not too far from the bed Elaine found herself in. Well, Elaine noticed the light when she did dare to open her eyes fully, thankful to find herself alone in the room she was. The room was warm too, making Elaine glad she was dumped in a basement or attic or something along those lines. She rubbed her now free wrists a couple times before stepping out onto the carpeted floor to regain her thoughts.
The bed itself was four poster with emerald green sheets and made with a dark wood, and facing the bed from the opposite side of the room was an open door that led into an en suite bathroom. There was a bit of around the room such as a desk with a few books resting on it, a dresser and vanity table not too far from each other and a loveseat that seemed Victorian in style near the tall window that had a window balcony just outside it, big enough for two people to stand by side on it if they didn't mind having to push up together.
That's where Elaine went to first. She tried to open the window but it was locked. Not surprising really, and no doubt that the key was nowhere in the room. Elaine frowned as she thought over what to do now. There was another door in the room, likely leading into the hall. It was likely locked like the window, but that didn't mean she couldn't try it at least.
That didn't stop Elaine's hand shaking just a little though as she reached for the knob. She didn't know what was behind the door and given her current circumstances, she was likely to meet someone to call foe outside the door. But she ignored that twinge of fear and gently pulled at the door. Seeing it pull open with ease was a bit of a shock but Elaine didn't open further then a crack at first before glancing outside at what she could. So far, she didn't see anyone so she opened it a little wider and looked out. She had been right to assume it was a hall (Naturally lit by the day light) and glanced around. There was still no one to be seen.
Elaine silently shut the door again and thought her options over. It was daytime so there was likely someone to be up. Could she actually risk meeting someone, maybe even bumping into Descole? However, to stay in this room would do nothing and someone was bound to come here sooner or later and that would do no good.
Elaine went to the window again to try and see what sort of area she was in. It seemed to be a country side, and with the amount of trees Elaine could see it was likely somewhere isolated. Not that that would be a surprise really. It did however made Elaine realise that even if she got out of the house, any chance of rescue and finding someone who could help was quickly depleting now. Going through the woods themselves just seemed like a poor decision since she didn't know where she was and it was likely Elaine would only end up dying there.
Okay, assuming the Frenchwoman got out, Elaine would just have to stick to the road, and hide behind bushes or trees if she had to. Not a plan she was very happy with, but a plan none the less.
With nothing in the room suitable enough to use as a weapon, even for defense, Elaine was forced to leave the room empty handed and only having to depend on her own physical skills if the time called for it.
The hallway seemed a little empty except for the rich looking paintings and occasional piece of furniture. Elaine wondered briefly if the paintings were bought or stolen but that didn't really matter now. A bit of a shame though. She did spot some possible antiques the her archaeologist side would have liked to look a little more at them.
The house itself wasn't as big as Elaine first suspected either, at least not as big as a mansion, as she soon found the stairs leading down to the entrance hall. Elaine's heart nearly leaped from her chest but she calmed herself down and took off her shoes. It might give less of a chance of her making the stairs creak. Descending them, the plan seemed to work as there was no loud creaking. Either that or she was more careful then she thought herself to be.
After the final step, she quickly put her shoes on and made her way to the front door. Hand already outstretched to grab the handle.
"I was wondering if you would ever get up." The bored sounding voice shuck Elaine and she turned to her right. Through the archway into what was probably meant to be the parlor, and sitting in a armchair near a piano as he read through a book was Descole.
"I wasn't even a hundred percent certain if you would be brave enough to leave your room at all." Descole went on. "I probably would have let you stay there all day, and let you starve until tomorrow."
"You expected me to go down this way?" Elaine questioned calmly. No point not speaking a single word.
"I locked your window before I left your room and had Raymond lock all the others on the second floor, on the off chance you would consider risking injury by jumping out." Raymond? Since the house was so quiet and there seemed to be nearly no one else present, Elaine assumed that was the name of the Scottish man Elaine heard while she was in the cart the previous night.
"So what now?" Elaine questioned, folding her arms as she glanced back towards the front doors. She heavily considered if she could throw them open and run out fast enough before Descole could catch her. But the fact he had managed to catch her before when she attempted to run made that thought rot.
"You can consider this a day of rest." Descole looked up at Elaine finally. "I have some documents I've been meaning to get translated for some time now. So I think you can already figure out what your task will be."
"Do you 'onestly believe I'm going to go along with your nonsense?" Elaine sneered, standing a little straighter now. Descole gave a frustrated sigh as he closed his book.
"To be truthful, I did suspect you would say no first. You do have a hotheaded tendency at times." Descole gave a smirk at Elaine's incredulous look. "So I think it's best to phrase what it is I want in a way you should be able to understand, Hawthorne." Descole stood up and while a part of her wanted to step back, Elaine stood her ground. Even when he stepped towards her and stopped only when he was within arms reach.
"You do not have a choice, whatsoever." Descole stated simply. "You will translate for me, and you will give me the proper translation, and no hoax of any kind."
"You don't 'ave anything to make me do that!" Elaine pointed out. If she wasn't feeling frustrated, she possibly would have been smirking to herself as she felt some triumph there.
"True, but as I said, there is no choice for you in the matter. You will do as I say." Descole then took a quick stride and gripped some of Elaine's hair at the roots, causing her a discomfort as she forced herself not to voice her pain. "And I think we have established already that things do tend to go my way most of the time."
"Not when it comes to actually finding something." This was met with a sharp tug. This time, an "AH!" left her lips, causing the masked man to smirk a little.
"You really should learn when to just simply not speak. You never know what may happen." Elaine was then pushed back by Descole with enough force for her back to hit the front doors. Descole himself went back to the parlor room but spoke out,
"You're welcome to look around my home so long as you do not enter my room or office. You've already missed breakfast but it shouldn't be too long until lunch." Elaine pursed her lips together. Escape would have to wait. If she could look around the house, she would do just that. She may be able to find something of use to her. If not, then at least she could have a better idea of her current accommodation and maybe work on a escape plan from there. So without say another word she left.
She did look around the house a bit more. Elaine came to the conclusion that the house was Victorian in style judging from details here and there. Whether it was actually built in that era though, was something Elaine was not certain of. There were three floors altogether, not including the attic which seemed empty except for a few boxes and cobwebs. The rest of the rooms were some guest bedrooms. She found two locked doors and assumed that they were Descole's office and bedroom. Descole probably didn't trust her curiosity. She found a small library though that did have some comfortable seating near a fireplace. There was another bedroom she found that was a bit smaller then the others and seemed used. It was probably that Raymond man's bedroom so she quickly shut the door and continued on.
It wasn't too long until Elaine found herself back in her own assigned room, sitting at the desk with one hand hold her chin as she drummed the fingers of her other on the desk surface. She didn't find anything that might help her and while she did have at least the basic structure of the house in her mind, she doubted it would be actually useful. Well, it might. But not now.
Knock, knock.
The knock at her door startled the brunette. She looked to her door. Feeling a bit tentative at first, Elaine eventually called out,
"'Ello?"
"I'm here to give you your lunch, miss. The Master felt you wouldn't come down to join him." Elaine raised an eyebrow to herself as she heard the Scottish accent clearly. Possibly Raymond. It was true she had planned to ignore her growling stomach and just stay here until something came to mind, but had her strong, strong dislike (to put it nicely) of Descole really been so obvious Descole was able to predict her move? That wouldn't do. Elaine didn't like the idea of being obvious. But a lunch was a lunch and she was wondering who exactly Raymond was, so she got up and went to open her door.
The servant standing outside was a man shorter then herself, and older with his brown hair and beard already greying from age which slightly contrasted against his red suit. He was carrying a silver tray with what Elaine recognised as salmon cakes, along with a cup of tea. The smell of it was already reminding Elaine of her hunger painfully.
"Merci, Monsieur...?" Elaine trailed off as she took the tray from the man.
"Raymond, miss." He answered, giving a small bow of his head before he left. Well, at least Elaine was right to guess that the Scottish man and Raymond were the same. She brought the tray inside and placed it on her desk. She briefly considered not eating at all, but decided against it and grabbed the knife and fork that came with it and ate. To not do so just seemed more of an insult towards Raymond then Descole and she didn't have a reason to be bitter towards the older man.
Not now anyway.
OMAKE THEATRE! Where Layton characters are chibi-fied!
Super Sexy Duke Herzen
A Parody of Psy's 'Gentleman
Featuring Anton, Descole, Elaine as singers and mentions of Don Paolo and Clive
(Anton skips happily through fashion department with Descole, Elaine, Don Paolo and Clive behind him. Those four looking miserable)
Anton: Time to go shopping,
For something that looks fabulous.
Time to go shopping,
Even though I already am.
Time to go shopping,
I'm the Duke and I'm the fanciest.
Time to go shopping,
You bitches know it is true.
I'm the first fashionista!
(Anton begins dancing, and shaking his booty)
I have the best fashion around,
Fashionista!
The clue is in my clothing,
Fashionista!
Don't deny it, it is true you know,
Fashionista!
Damn girl! You so freaking sexy!
(Anton looks at himself in mirror and attempts to make out with his reflection until the other pull him away)
I-I-I I'm the, I-I-I I'm the, I-I-I I'm the Super Sexy Duke Herzen.
I'm the. I'm the. I'm the Super Sexy Duke Herzen.
I'm the. I'm the. I'm the Super Sexy Duke Herzen.
I give great advice!
"Descole, you need a new colour."
(Anton points to Descole who scowls)
I give great advice!
"Clive, dump the blue and try on this vest."
(Anton tugs Clive's jacket (Said young man looks uncomfortable) off and shoves a lilac coloured vest in his arms)
I give great advice!
"Elaine, honey, try on this dress."
(Anton shoves a baby blue summer dress in a confused Elaine's hands)
I give great advice!
"Sorry, Paolo, you're beyond all hope!" ("HEY!")
(Anton holds a hand up to Don Paolo before walking off, as Don Paolo looks incredibly insulted)
(Descole stands in front of Anton, looking pissed as hell)
Descole: Okay, just stop it!
You're not as great as you may think,
Just stop it!
You're the oldest person here, that is fact,
(Anton begins to look insulted and upset)
Just stop it!
I have more fangirls then you'll ever in life,
(Descole holds up his cloak to show many girls including Elaine hiding under it)
Just stop it!
(Descole then begins looking smug)
'Sides, blonde. I'm the definition of sex!
(Now depressed, Anton dances with not as much passion as before)
Anton: I-I-I I'm a, I-I-I I'm a, I-I-I I'm a Super Depressed Sexy Duke.
I'm a. I'm a. I'm a Super Depressed Sexy Duke.
I'm a. I'm a. I'm a Super Depressed Sexy Duke.
(Anton attempts to regain dignity)
Gonna make you sweat! Gonna make you wet!
You know who I am!
Anton!
Gonna make you sweat! Gonna make you wet!
You know who I am!
Anton!
Anton!
Anton!
Anton!
I-I-I-I I'm a-
(Elaine kicks Anton out of the way and steals the song and dance)
Elaine: Super Sexy Frenchwoman~.
I'm a. I'm a. I'm a Super Sexy Frenchwoman~.
I'm a. I'm a. I'm a Super Sexy Frenchwoman~.
Super Sexy Frenchwoman~.
Super Sexy Frenchwoman~.
Hope the chapter was good and that that the song was as well :) When I was on the bus home from college for the holidays, I was listening to 'Gentleman' and the image of Anton singing his own version came to mind so it had to be done :3
