In a new time we begin. A strong gust hits our sails..
Who: Hershel Layton (profpuzzle) and Claire Folly (believeinwarmth) [CLOSED]
Where: Cherrygrove City; the local inn
When: October 1st; around noon
Summary: Finally a reunion between Layton and Claire! Hershel ran all the way back to Cherrygrove to meet up with his sweetheart since he first heard word from her over the Pokegear, and now he's here. But...wasn't she dead for ten years? *POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR UNWOUND FUTURE*
Rating: PG at most.
Log:
When Professor Hershel Layton finally arrive back in Cherrygrove City, it was about noon. The sun was still high in the sky and there was a nice gentle breeze flowing by. It really was a nice day outside, but he didn't want to stay out here. No, he needed to find the inn of the town and run up to room 310. That was where he will finally find Claire Folly, alive and well.
When he first heard word of Claire over the network, he dropped all plans of heading to Violet City and rushed all the way back to Cherrygrove as soon as possible. He wanted to run and to keep going until he dropped to exhaustion if not for Luke who tagged along. So, he limited himself to walk at a steady pace for the boy to keep up to, but his impatience wasn't so easily extinguished. He couldn't stop checking the map on his Pokegear. He did try his best for Luke's sake to slow down, but it really wasn't that easy. So when the Professor arrived back in town, he ran over to the inn and quickly booked him and his assistant a room. After signing a few places on sheets he just skimmed and dropping some of his money on the counter, he told the boy to run along to their assigned room of 215 while he himself began to run down the halls and towards the stairwell.
To be honest, he was still confused about this situation as a whole. To him, Claire Folly was gone, no longer, ceased to be, went onto a better place, passed on, at peace...dead. She has been for the past ten years, resting at a cemetery just a fifteen minute drive away from the university. That's where his beloved rested, in a cold wooden coffin about five feet underground. In a small wooden coffin where he wasn't even able to see her at least one last time and a small little coffin he dreaded to see whenever he thought back to that gloomy day of September 12.
Hershel still bought her a small batch of flowers once every few months when he came to visit and place it neatly on her tombstone. He would always speak about his day and how he was doing. He would then say how he still kept in touch with Clark and how big his son, Luke, has gotten over the years, then ask whenever or not if he should accept a new offer to help dig at a local reserve, and then tell her how well he kept his top hat's condition in even after all this time. He would finally ask her questions and wait for an answer that he'll never get, but it made him feel a bit better. He would always imagine her giggling and boldly answering then asking her own as he flustered around to find the right words.
For ten whole years, he never stopped coming back with a bouquet of flowers and never stopped speaking to her in a low whisper that no one could ever hear. This was normal for him, going to visit that cemetery. It was as normal for him as for someone to visit old friends and celebrating a holiday. It was almost like a tradition for him and he never broke it once...
..until he arrived here in Johto.
Really, it was one strange experience to say the least. He was suddenly thrown into a world with little to no information as to where, why, and how he came to waking up in a bedroom that was obviously for a boy much younger than him. He wasn't the only one to suddenly land into Johto-- oh, heavens no --there were others from all over world: Canada, Japan, the Netherlands, the United States, they came from far and wide. All over the globe and to make it even stranger; they were all from different times. Some were from 1990s, others from the 2000s. For the Professor himself, he was from the 1920s, a time far behind many of the other travelers here. There were even people from the same group of friends and family coming in at different times. It was rather all so hard to believe, but in the end, he learned to accept and live with it. After all, it was always possible that someone he knew like Flora or Andrew just might pop in Johto and they might be from his future or past. So, he had to accept it, but to honest...of all people he thought he'll see here, he never thought Claire would arrive alive and well.
After all, wasn't she dead?
With thunderous steps, Hershel made his way into the stairway and began to run up the steps, all the way to the third floor. He wasn't sure if he could have waited long enough for the elevator to come and stand in that small box without fidgeting around too much. He needed to burn some of that extra energy anyway, even if his thighs said otherwise.
In no time, he made his way into the hallways of the third floor, his head turning left and right to glance at the room numbers as he ran. 302...304...306...308...310! Here was the room! This was it! This was the place!
He stood in front of the door and fixed his top hat and wiped that sweat off his brow. He couldn't catch his breath just yet, but he should in a few minutes (he hasn't ran that fast and hard in a while to be honest). With an arm raised, he was about to knock when a thought and sense of doubt suddenly washed over him.
What if...What if she wasn't really there? What if his nightmares were still taking control of him and he only believed to speak to Claire over the network? What if this was all a hallucination from two weeks ago? What if someone was playing some cruel joke on him? Because she truly couldn't alive, could she? But what if she was? What would he do? He wasn't sure if he could stop himself from crying if he did see her. After the nightmares he experienced a week ago, seeing Claire in the flesh would just...But what if...
He drew in a sharp breath and held it, shutting his eyes. And finally did he knock on that door. Once, then twice.
Hopefully, all of his doubts and fears were just in his head.
Where: Cherrygrove City; the local inn
When: October 1st; around noon
Summary: Finally a reunion between Layton and Claire! Hershel ran all the way back to Cherrygrove to meet up with his sweetheart since he first heard word from her over the Pokegear, and now he's here. But...wasn't she dead for ten years? *POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR UNWOUND FUTURE*
Rating: PG at most.
Log:
When Professor Hershel Layton finally arrive back in Cherrygrove City, it was about noon. The sun was still high in the sky and there was a nice gentle breeze flowing by. It really was a nice day outside, but he didn't want to stay out here. No, he needed to find the inn of the town and run up to room 310. That was where he will finally find Claire Folly, alive and well.
When he first heard word of Claire over the network, he dropped all plans of heading to Violet City and rushed all the way back to Cherrygrove as soon as possible. He wanted to run and to keep going until he dropped to exhaustion if not for Luke who tagged along. So, he limited himself to walk at a steady pace for the boy to keep up to, but his impatience wasn't so easily extinguished. He couldn't stop checking the map on his Pokegear. He did try his best for Luke's sake to slow down, but it really wasn't that easy. So when the Professor arrived back in town, he ran over to the inn and quickly booked him and his assistant a room. After signing a few places on sheets he just skimmed and dropping some of his money on the counter, he told the boy to run along to their assigned room of 215 while he himself began to run down the halls and towards the stairwell.
To be honest, he was still confused about this situation as a whole. To him, Claire Folly was gone, no longer, ceased to be, went onto a better place, passed on, at peace...dead. She has been for the past ten years, resting at a cemetery just a fifteen minute drive away from the university. That's where his beloved rested, in a cold wooden coffin about five feet underground. In a small wooden coffin where he wasn't even able to see her at least one last time and a small little coffin he dreaded to see whenever he thought back to that gloomy day of September 12.
Hershel still bought her a small batch of flowers once every few months when he came to visit and place it neatly on her tombstone. He would always speak about his day and how he was doing. He would then say how he still kept in touch with Clark and how big his son, Luke, has gotten over the years, then ask whenever or not if he should accept a new offer to help dig at a local reserve, and then tell her how well he kept his top hat's condition in even after all this time. He would finally ask her questions and wait for an answer that he'll never get, but it made him feel a bit better. He would always imagine her giggling and boldly answering then asking her own as he flustered around to find the right words.
For ten whole years, he never stopped coming back with a bouquet of flowers and never stopped speaking to her in a low whisper that no one could ever hear. This was normal for him, going to visit that cemetery. It was as normal for him as for someone to visit old friends and celebrating a holiday. It was almost like a tradition for him and he never broke it once...
..until he arrived here in Johto.
Really, it was one strange experience to say the least. He was suddenly thrown into a world with little to no information as to where, why, and how he came to waking up in a bedroom that was obviously for a boy much younger than him. He wasn't the only one to suddenly land into Johto-- oh, heavens no --there were others from all over world: Canada, Japan, the Netherlands, the United States, they came from far and wide. All over the globe and to make it even stranger; they were all from different times. Some were from 1990s, others from the 2000s. For the Professor himself, he was from the 1920s, a time far behind many of the other travelers here. There were even people from the same group of friends and family coming in at different times. It was rather all so hard to believe, but in the end, he learned to accept and live with it. After all, it was always possible that someone he knew like Flora or Andrew just might pop in Johto and they might be from his future or past. So, he had to accept it, but to honest...of all people he thought he'll see here, he never thought Claire would arrive alive and well.
After all, wasn't she dead?
With thunderous steps, Hershel made his way into the stairway and began to run up the steps, all the way to the third floor. He wasn't sure if he could have waited long enough for the elevator to come and stand in that small box without fidgeting around too much. He needed to burn some of that extra energy anyway, even if his thighs said otherwise.
In no time, he made his way into the hallways of the third floor, his head turning left and right to glance at the room numbers as he ran. 302...304...306...308...310! Here was the room! This was it! This was the place!
He stood in front of the door and fixed his top hat and wiped that sweat off his brow. He couldn't catch his breath just yet, but he should in a few minutes (he hasn't ran that fast and hard in a while to be honest). With an arm raised, he was about to knock when a thought and sense of doubt suddenly washed over him.
What if...What if she wasn't really there? What if his nightmares were still taking control of him and he only believed to speak to Claire over the network? What if this was all a hallucination from two weeks ago? What if someone was playing some cruel joke on him? Because she truly couldn't alive, could she? But what if she was? What would he do? He wasn't sure if he could stop himself from crying if he did see her. After the nightmares he experienced a week ago, seeing Claire in the flesh would just...But what if...
He drew in a sharp breath and held it, shutting his eyes. And finally did he knock on that door. Once, then twice.
Hopefully, all of his doubts and fears were just in his head.