Dear Professor Layton,
I hope this letter finds you well. As for myself, well, I'm certain it must be a surprise to receive a letter from myself. Given my previous situation.
You may or may not have guessed it by now, but I have managed to escape from Descole. I won't go into details, and frankly I don't even want to think about it, but I managed to escape and that's all I honestly care about. I escaped near a small town in Russia called Froenburg. I haven't visited it too much, but it seems like a lovely little town from what I've seen.
Not too long after my escape, I came across a man called Professor Desmond Sycamore. An archaeologist. We talked and it ended up with him allowing me to accompany him to a very fascinating discovery, not very far from the town previously mentioned.
In a cave, there is what we to believe to be a living mummy! Frozen for millennias!
It's actually the reason I'm writing to you, Professor. Professor Sycamore would like to meet you in regards to this discovery. I understand reading it off paper might be a bit difficult, but I promise this is no hoax. I have seen the mummy myself.
Professor Sycamore asked me to include details for your travel to Froenburg in the envelope for this letter. I hope you can come. It would be nice to have some kind of conversation with you without there being some kind of threat looming close by. If Luke and Emmy can't come, please tell them I said hello.
Yours sincerely,
Elaine Hawthorne.
OMAKE THEATRE: Where Layton characters are chibi-fied!
Elaine wasn't sure how this happened or why. She wasn't even so sure if she should be scared or flattered… or even disturbed.
For the last few weeks now partners in crime, Jean Descole and Desmond Sycamore had both admitted romantic interest in her. Then they found out about the other.
It went downhill from there.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Elaine woke up groggily. Looking to the nearby clock, she saw it was three in the morning. Hearing the tap from her window, she got out of bed and went towards it to open it up, only to just barely dodge a stone thrown by Desmond.
"'EY!"
"Sorry!" Desmond called up sheepishly.
"What do you want? It's three in the morning for God's sake!" Elaine called down.
"I wanted to sing you a song I wrote," he answered, taking out a guitar from a plot hole that shall not be explained. Elaine frowned, not sure what to say.
"Er, okay. Go ahead, I guess?"
"Gladly." Desmond gave a pleased nod and began strumming the guitar. Well, he strung the same note for the song over and over and over.
"Elaine, darling, is the prettiest girl in the world. She has the bluest eyes, the bright smile and my heart."
Elaine cringed. Either from Desmond's far from angelic voice or the incredibly corny and unoriginal lyrics.
"I just wanna hold her tight! And give her all the diamonds that I can. Descole can get out of here, because I love her more. So if he's in hearing distance, just get out of here. Before I decide to bitch slap you-."
As coincidence would have it, Descole did appear. Holding a flame thrower and blowing flames towards poor Desmond, singeing his guitar as he stepped back.
"Hey!"
"Back off, you Justin Bieber wannabe." Desmond gasped.
"Don't you even DARE compare me to that walking, personification of superbia and a cesspit mixed into one!"
"Shut it," Descole responded calmly, before kicking the poor cute dork away and pointing the flamethrower towards the ground and began blowing flames on the defenceless grass.
When it was done, there was a burning outline of a heart with 'Delaine' burning inside. Looking quite pleased, Descole fired more flames up towards the sky to gain Elaine's attention. Desmond meanwhile managed to make out the message and snarled towards Descole.
"You idiot! 'Delaine' works for both of us since both our names begin with 'DE' you moron!" Descole stared blankly towards Desmond, then towards the fire slowly burning his grass. Then back to Desmond and so on. His response was what any man as sane as him would do. He held the flamethrower towards Desmond, and began his attempt to burn him.
Needless to say, for the rest of that very early morning, Desmond ran for his life while Descole walked behind him at a calm pace. Firing flames every so often. Elaine on the other hand calmly shut her window again and walked outside her room.
"Raymond, they're doing it again!"
The following attempt at wooing Elaine didn't fare much better.
Elaine had just been laying on the couch in the library, reading a book. It was calm and peaceful and nothing was wrong.
Then Descole's arms wrapped around her from behind as he knelt down behind the armrest Elaine was leaning her back against.
"… Descole, what are you doing?"
"Cuddling you from behind," he replied bluntly. "Now enjoy it and be mine!" Elaine stared straight across from her with a blank look.
"… Pardon?"
Arms then wrapped around her waist and looking down, Elaine saw that out of nowhere, Desmond was hugging her waist while resting his head on her lap. He gave Elaine an innocent smile that was worth fifty kawaii.
"Desmond?"
"You're so cosy, darling."
"Back off, I was here first!" Descole spat, his hold on Elaine becoming tighter. Desmond scowled and his own grip around Elaine's waist tightened as well.
"Funny. I don't recall seeing your name on her."
"Neither is your's, shrimp."
"We're the same height."
"I'm sexier."
"… What does that have to do with hei-?"
"I'M THE DEFINITON OF SEX!" Then for no reason whatsoever after he nearly made Elaine deaf, he bit down on her ear. Coincidently, this was also Elaine's erogenous zone so it shouldn't have come as a surprise when her face began to heat up and her jaw dropped a little, and her eyes widened in shock.
Desmond meanwhile growled in annoyance and swiftly shoved his hand into Descole's face with such force, it shocked the masked man long enough to give Desmond time to pull Elaine into his arms and carry her bridal style.
"You'll pay for that, Sycamore!"
"I've actually thought of some new nicknames for myself," Desmond stated casually as he nuzzled the still blushing Elaine's neck. "Kissy-more, Hug-me-more, Snuggle-more, Cuddle-more, Love-me-more…" He lifted his gaze to Descole and smirked as he pressed a hand over Elaine's ear and pressed her head close to his chest to keep her from hearing the next new nickname. "… Fuck-me-more."
"YOU'RE A DEAD MAN!"
The chase throughout the house had been an entire blur for Elaine. She recalled that they had accidently pushed Raymond out of the third floor window, and that the cat (wherever the hell that came from) came to its third life after Descole accidently kicked it down the stairs.
Don't ask about the previous six.
Either way, things were getting out of hand.
"Desmond," Descole spoke coolly. But he and Desmond had broken into Elaine's room that night to do something romantic. Well, technically since the deed of the house was in Descole's name, it was really sort of only Desmond who broke in when he decided to climb in through the window while Desmond just unlocked the door and came in. Elaine meanwhile sat in her bed. Tired and just sick of this thing. She knew she was hot, but this was ridiculous.
But anyway, back to where we were before this author of yours digressed…
"Desmond, I think it's safe to say that this has gone on long enough. So I'll give you a choice. Leave this room…" Descole unsheathed his sword and held it towards his opponent in love. "… Or die."
"Bring. It. On," Desmond replied calmly, removing a long, thick chain from his coat and began swinging one end of it as he and Descole took their stances. Elaine groaned as she just dropped back in her bed.
Both men glared at each other (okay you couldn't see Descole's glare, but still), and then ran towards each other with war cries. It would have been an epic battle, but Descole was still wearing his cloak and tripped on it, coincidently stabbing the swinging part of Desmond's chain to the ground. In order to prevent Desmond from falling on top of him as he fell, Descole swung his arm to swat Desmond away from him with enough force to send him on top of Elaine's bed, falling by her side.
Descole quickly sat up on his knees, his mouth dropping as he realised his mistake. Desmond meanwhile had a blank look while Elaine just looked unsure as to what to do. Looking back to Descole, Desmond then smirked and then quickly pulled Elaine in for a deep kiss.
Elaine was stunned, not sure how to respond. There was nothing negative at the least so that had to count for something good.
"… Hell naw!" Descole immediately jumped on the bed and grabbed Elaine's face away from Desmond's and replaced him in kissing Elaine. Said Frenchwoman was still stunned but a part of her wasn't exactly complaining about this.
They were both attractive men after all.
Both men fought over kissing Elaine, and when it seemed Desmond wasn't getting Elaine's lips back, he went for the next best thing and started kissing her neck.
An hour or so later… (or four)
"Well… That was… unexpected."
"Indeed," Descole agreed with Desmond, adjusting his mask. The only article of clothing that stayed on his person the entire time. He and Desmond were laying naked under the bed sheets with contemplating looks as they thought over what just happened. Elaine, who was between them both and just as naked, had a dazed but slightly happy look.
"I… Think we may have gotten a little carried away," Desmond remarked, sounding a little embarrassed.
"True, but at least I got to take her virginity," Descole mused, not looking bothered when Desmond sat up and smacked his head.
"Shut up!" Desmond then looked at Elaine with an apologetic look. "Elaine, I'm sorry we put you such a position and-."
"No, no it was fine," Elaine interrupted, a dazed look still on her face. "Not 'ow I imagined my first time, but definitely memorable. For good reasons~." Desmond looked a little surprised, but he wasn't upset by what Elaine said.
"Oh. Well, that's good then."
"So, what now?" Descole asked as he sat up. Elaine looked up at them both and licked her lips. Some might say this was very improper and not very lady-like. But those last few hours…
"… Second round?"