Good afternoon, kind sirs and madams.
[The voice that's filtering over the feed...it sounds remarkably like one gentleman archaeologist, if but a tad more hoarse.]
I do beg your pardon if I have interrupted something, but I wish to extend a mere…request, for any information regarding this place I have been transported to.
[A pause.]
Previously, I was
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[Stare]
[.... nuh uh. Nope.]
You're not Professor Layton.
[Lineface.]
[... U-unless he WAS? There was that future version of little Luke, after all...]
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...although you are not the first person to express such a sentiment.
I apologize for inquiring so early into our meeting, miss, but I must ask -- is there another man here who happens to share my name?
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[Besides, she's not sure she likes that weird little tone he got around the middle of that transmission... she's never heard the Proff' sound like that!]
No, because I'm pretty sure that's not your name.
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[He's getting rather peeved...but he makes sure to keep his tone sounding a light mix of curious and amused.]
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For another, your voice sounds different.
[... And similar, but she'd just... ignore that, for the moment. Future!Luke was one thing-- kids sounded and looked pretty damn different when they grew up by default, but someone claiming to be another PROFESSOR... it was just settin' off the old alarm bells. Maybe for stupid reasons.]
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...yes, it's startling how the years can change a person. [Much more solemn sounding, now.]
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