The balcony that Descole led Elaine to was a further away from the other one, though it still had a good view of the stage itself. No doubt Descole always expected the best for himself. The seats were comfortably as well so Elaine didn't really have anything to complain about. Except there would be absolutely nothing to do until the opera started. And sitting next to Descole for so long like this wasn't really helping. At least in the entrance room there were the artifacts to observe. Charles however was probably content standing by his master's chair. Then again though, what would there be to contradict that?

The theater itself was empty of the people Elaine had heard in there earlier. Probably taking a rest until it was time to begin. But in a corner of the theater, a little close to their balcony actually, Elaine saw what had to have been the most bizarre instrument ever conceived. The main part of it looked like an organ, albeit a bigger then where you would normally see them such as churches. However, rising out from it were various instruments normally seen in orchestras such as percussion and string instruments and brass as well. It could have been seen as some sort of genius invention by some, or a monstrosity to all music.

"That's the Detragon." Elaine gave a small jilt. She had been so busy looking at the strange piece that she forgot for a moment that Descole was beside her.

"Detragon?"

"It's designed to simulate an entire orchestra through the organ keys. I think you'll find it to be an impressive creation of mine."

"Interesting. But why would you even bother..." Elaine trailed off. The likely reason came to mind quickly enough and the smirk on Descole's face more or less confirmed it. "If it's for rising Ambrosia, why 'ave it 'ere? Why not on the island?"

"Oswald Whistler is the composer of tonight's opera. He does need something to play."

"Oswald Whistler? So 'e's the man you're working with?" Elaine looked back to the Detragon. She recalled the Specter-bots from Misthallery being able to combine which led her to ask,

"So, does this Detragon do anything else? And assuming it does, does Mr. Whistler know?"

"He... did design part of it." The way Descole sounded as he said it made it clear he was reluctant to acknowledge this. It actually made Elaine smirk from how childish he was being in a way. "Mostly just the components for holding his daughter's memories, and transferring them into subjects."

"And he doesn't know what you're really planning, does he?"

"Of course not." Descole leaned close to Elaine to whisper in her ear. "And if you were to meet Mr. Whistler, I would strongly suggest you don't speak a word. We're clear, yes?" Descole asked, putting a finger to his lips as if Elaine was a child being told to keep a secret. Elaine decided to change the subject.

"So, where is Raymond? I thought 'e was just putting the cart and horses somewhere else?"

"He is." Descole responded. "But we'll be meeting up with him again later on." Elaine raised and eyebrow. "Oh, don't give me that look. He'll be watching too. He just has a different seat is all."

What seemed like eternity eventually passed as people began to come in to take their seats. The audience filling in and replacing the dull red with various colours of formal attire, lightly chatting as they filled in. Elaine lightly scanned the crowd. Maybe if she was lucky she would spot a familiar face or two. Chances were slim, true. After all there were hundreds of people present. Then there was the fact that as far as she knew, no one she knew had any interest in opera so it was vain no matter what.

The opera soon began a short time after everyone sat and the lights dimmed. The music from the Detragon played and Elaine leaned her head to try and get a look at Mr. Whistler. It was hard to get much detail on him with the lack of lighting, but he had thick hair that was either a grey blue or darker and wore a purple suit that while not atrociously bright stood out.

The star of the show herself (A young, red haired woman who was at least ten years or less younger then Elaine. Though Elaine wouldn't say it out loud for fear of sounding old) was divine in Elaine's opinion. Her voice was wonderful and she looked like a real Queen in her costume. The acting was realistic if Elaine said so herself, though she felt one or two background characters might have been overacting. But then again, she wasn't exactly an expert in theater so who was she to judge?

The opera was beginning to reach it's end when she felt Descole's grab her arm lightly, startling her a bit before he pulled her up.

"It's time to go. The game will begin soon."

"Where are we going exactly?" Elaine inquired as they made their leave, walking through a more isolated route to stay away from the rest of the audience. Charles keeping by Descole's side.. Elaine tried to keep the disappointment out of her voice, but she would rather have stayed until the end. It was really getting good and for a moment she forgot she was here against her free will.

"A hidden place to start the game and give my puzzles fom them to solve."

OMAKE THEATER: Where Layton characters are chibi-fied!

Fredrick was just your average guy. Nothing particularly special about him. But he needed some cash so when he saw an add in the paper about a guy looking for some henchmen, he figured it would be easy enough.

Granted he didn't expect to work for a masked man who was possibly metrosexual with a thing for dramatics, ancient stuff and all that junk. But the pay would be enough to pay off his loan to El Diabolo. If he didn't pay back a hundred Canadian dollars by the end of the month, they were going to destroy his copy of Kingdom Hearts Two Final Mix. He just couldn't let that happen. He still had yet to beat the second Armoured Xemnas!

To say he was disturbed when the Crown Petone blew up would have been an understatement. He actually wondered if he should have sneaked onto the submarine containing the losers (Said losers were being forced to listen to 'We Are the Champions', by Queen, except it only pointed out how they were losers and not champions) instead of this one. But the thought of his game in peril kept him from doing so.

Plus there was that cute chick. He didn't really know much about her, but from he could tell from a quiet conversation between her and Descole, she was French. He wondered if it would be worth asking her out. She looked pretty depressed. Maybe if he played it cool, he could cheer her up and maybe get a date for when all this was over.

"Hey, um...?" The poor guy was sure how to get the words out after he walked up to Elaine who was looking through one of the portholes. Said girl looked at him, looking apprehensive.

"Er, I know this may be an awkward time to ask you something." Fredrick scratched the back of his neck. "But, maybe after this we could go-."

The next thing he knew, a shout of 'MINE!' was heard before the side of his face met a punch and he hit into a wall. He looked up in a daze to see a growling Descole putting his arms around Elaine (Who looked freaked out.) in a possessive manner.

"Don't you even dare! I saw her first! Get your own captive!" Descole snapped, holding Elaine closer to him.

"Wh-wha-?"

"Do you know what it's like? Hm?! To be intelligent, handsome, charming, skillful, flexible and gentlemanly? To be every girl's dream man?!"

"I-."

"Only, to be constantly paired with men?!" Descole's eyes narrowed behind his mask as he took out his sword and held it towards a now deathly pale Fredrick. Elaine herself wasn't any better. "And not just men who are your arch nemesis or roughly twenty to thirty years older then yourself, but men who you have never even been acquainted with?! I don't know any fucking Antons! Or God damn Clives! Yet I'm seen with them more then I should be."

"I'm sor-."

"You'll never understand my pain!" Descole went on. "Elaine is perhaps my only hope on this site not to forever be damned to a sausage fest! And I'll be damned if I let you think you can take away my woman!"

Fredrick swallowed nervously, raising his hands up as he stood and backed away slowly.

"I... I'm sorry. Sir. I-it won't happen again!" Descole didn't respond right away but he eventually put his sword back in it's sheath.

"Good. Now go away!" Fredrick did so.

"W-was that necessary?" Elaine questioned, looking greatly disturbed.

"Indeed it was." Descole muttered, stroking Elaine's hair and licking the side of her face as he hissed one phrase repeatedly.

"Preciooouuusssssss. My, preciouuuussss."