When being kidnapped by a masked man who may or may not have some sociopathic tendencies, who is capable of creating machinery to destroy a town (willingly I may add) in search of a garden that may not even be there, one would think the smart thing to do would be to stay quiet and go along until a chance to escape approached.
Elaine Hawthorne was not one of these people.
"Let me go!" Elaine yelled as she tugged against Descole's stronger grip. He had used the cuffs from the police station on her. Elaine had tried kicking him but he would either just grunt in irritation or push her away from him to throw her off balance and cause her to fall to the ground hard before quickly dragging her back up again, not giving her a chance to escape.
"Will you just… Just shut up you insufferable woman!" Descole growled. If Jakes wasn't bragging on how he caught a benign sea creature and arrested a sick little girl, there probably would have been people around to hear Elaine's yells. As such, he yells went unanswered.
"What did you expect?!" Elaine spat. "That I'd be too terrified to yell?!"
"No. I expected you to have enough common sense NOT to yell." Countered Descole.
"'Ow's that common sense?! I don't want to be kidnapped!"
"Who does?" Descole said dryly, continuing to drag Elaine through more secluded parts of Misthallery. Elaine only snarled as she continued her vain attempts at freedom. A part of her knew that it would lead her nowhere in the end, but she wasn't going down without a fight. Though she wanted to try and think of some other way to get away. Kicking seemed ineffective and she was in no position to punch. She thought for a moment and for a strange reason, the poet Sylvia Plath came to mind briefly. One would wonder why that poet of all people would come to mind, especially since Elaine only studied her as part of English exams in Secondary School, but she remembered something the poet did when she met her future husband Ted Hughs.
Glaring at Descole, Elaine moved around him and tried to bite his cheek. It sort of worked in a way. While she didn't bite any part of Descole's face, she startled or shocked him enough to shove her away from him, further then he had been when she tried to kick him. Elaine quickly got to her feet and made an attempt to run. Not thinking. No definite location in mind. Just running on and hope to not be caught.
But she was caught. Descole was faster then Elaine expected and as such was caught off guard when her ponytail was tugged back sharply, making her yelp in shock.
"That. Was a very. Stupid move, woman!" The angry was clear in Descole's voice and Elaine was beginning to regret her plan already. Hell, a part of her was beginning to regret coming and staying here in the first place! Her fear rose sharply once she felt his hand on her neck and instantly her hands went to try to keep it away.
"Still frightened I'll end you're life?" Descole questioned, but Elaine knew he didn't have to. She could hear it in his voice how obvious it was she was scared to him. "Such a shame. I wasn't lying when I said you were pleasant conversation. But alas, the Garden awaits me." Descole's hand eased away from Elaine's frantic ones before grabbing onto her between her shoulder and neck.
"Pleasant dreams."
Whatever Elaine's dreams were, they were forgotten when she was sharply woken up with her head hitting something hard. Groaning a bit she moved a hand to touch her hand only for the other to be tugged along. She inwardly winced, as the last two hours or so came rushing back to her. She opened her eyes just as her head hit the hard surface again.
"Ah! Dang it!" Elaine hissed as she forced herself to wake up fully.
"Ah, so you're awake now. Such a pity you missed the beginning." Elaine looked behind her sharply and saw the back of a seat. She already knew it was Descole, but she shuffled to the side just to try and find out what was going on. From what she could tell they were in what was likely his Specter creation, and they were in town.
"You already missed my attempts to put an end to that overgrown water pest, but there's still time to watch Layton meet his end." Elaine clenched her fists as she saw the look of Descole's face... Or at least the part she could see. To see he was actually enjoying this... Elaine gritted her teeth. She wasn't going to just stand by and do nothing. Not when she knew there was something she could do.
She felt a twinge of gratitude for the handcuffs then and there.
Elaine stood up and raised her arms quickly before bringing them down to use the chain connecting the cuffs to choke Descole. It was drastic, but it was all Elaine had. It worked since Descole had to use both his hands to lessen the pressure. Elaine was a bit thankful for this too though. She only wanted to distract Descole, not kill him. And if this was hurting him, that was a bonus.
However, he soon got the chain off of him and stood up to shove Elaine back, nearly causing her to fall off the machine.
"You just don't know when to just stop, do you?" He spat, no doubt glaring in anger at Elaine. Elaine winced a little since she now had to try and think of something from here...
What was that sound?
Elaine looked over Descole's shoulder and saw water rushing down towards them, shocking both her and Descole. But Elaine didn't bother to think of where the water may be from exactly, she saw it as her ticket out!
"Désolé, monsieur." Elaine muttered as she stepped onto the edge. "But I think this is where we part ways." Elaine moved to jump back as Descole reached out to grab her, only managing to snatch her scarf before she kicked at his chest to force him away. She fell and hit the water just as it was rushing through the Specter's legs. Submerged briefly in tepid water, she kicked herself up and grabbed onto a awing over a door before she could be swept too far away, and just clung on as the water felt as if it was trying to rip through her.
But the water eventually lowered enough for Elaine to safely drop down with a small splash without injury.
"Elaine, are you alright." Emmy had rushed out of building that Elaine guessed she, the Professor along with Luke, Arianna and Tony went into during the brief flood. The concern was clear and Elaine just smiled sheepishly.
"Well... This was definitely not boring."
OMAKE THEATRE! Where Layton characters are chibi-fied!
Descole smirked as he took off his Doland disguise, having it disappear into a void in which it would never return. All there was left to do was for his theme to play and…
He frowned. That wasn't his theme. It… It sounded like Crazy la Paint.
"Who changed my theme?" Descole asked the crowd in a deathly calm tone. No one answered and Descole growled a little. "I said, who changed my theme?"
"I did!" Descole and the rest looked to one of the roofs. There, a triumphant looking Elaine was holding a tape player (Because CD's don't exist in this strange universe where you can't tell if it's Victorian, early 20th century or just plain steampunk). She grinned wickedly down at Descole who looked incredibly pissed.
"How did you escape… Ms. Hawthorne, change it back to my theme. Now!"
"Never!" Elaine began to cackle as she turned the volume up and held it over her head. Had Descole not been wearing his mask, his eyes would have been seen twitching. He grabbed some rocks from the ground and began throwing them at the laughing Frenchwoman.
So far, he was missing.
"Descole! It's not gentlemanly to throw rocks at a lady!" Professor Layton scolded, making his way to the masked man to stop him.
"SHUT IT YOU ENGLISH STEREOTYPE AND VICTORIAN WANNABE!" Descole snapped before throwing a rock at the poor professor, knocking him. Any other time, he would be delighted but he was too busy throwing rocks to pay attention to the professor or Emmy, Luke and Clark when they went to check on him.
Eventually one of the rocks hit Elaine's ankle, throwing her off balance. To save herself, Elaine let herself slide down the roof tiles and fly off, arms spread like a majestic eagle/angle before having a landing perfectly on her feet.
"HEY! YOU ALMOST KILLED ME!" Elaine yelled but stopped when Descole moved towards her.
"Change my theme back now!"
"Never!" Elaine began to run from Descole in a very comical way, running around very confused townspeople. Descole being Jean fucking Descole however, was able to catch up to Elaine faster then she would have liked.
"Merde!" Elaine swore, before grabbing one of the fatter children of the Black Ravens. "SAVE ME LITTLE FAT CHILD!"
"Wha-." The poor boy however was quickly shoed by Elaine so he was rolling towards Descole like a barrel. A barrel that Descole easily jumped over.
"GET BACK HERE!"
Elaine ignored him still and ran into the crowd. Descole followed, but he seemed to have lost her. Grabbing two people's shoulders, he rose himself up to have a better view.
"Bonjour~." Elaine chirped. She seemed to have had the same idea as him. But did it to mock him as she was further away from him.
This scenario went on for fifteen minutes more or less. The crowd wanted to just leave already, but Elaine and Descole were two fast in grabbing peoples shoulders for them to just simply do that. They were stuck.
However, it ended when on the final time, Elaine was actually right next to Descole.
"AHA!" Descole then grabbed Elaine by her sexy French neck (Because as a stereotype, French people are deemed sexy in fanfiction) and started to throttle her Homer and Bart Simpson style.
"WHERE IS IT!? WHERE'S THE FUCKING TAPE PLAYER?!"
"I… Don't… 'Ave… It!" Elaine choked out inbetween chokes.
By this stage, the Professor was up again, albeit he had a sore head.
"What do we do?" Clark whispered to him. Descole seemed too distracted by Elaine to destroy the town.
"I… You call the police. Maybe the army as well. I'm not sure how many Specterbots there are exactly."