I think it’d be sort of neat if they could come along, too! I’m sure Professor Layton would appreciate it, and it’d be pretty nice for me to see those two again even if I never knew them all that well.
I mean, as long as you leave one of your close friends in charge of running Monte d’Or while all of you are gone, I don’t see the problem with any of that.
[He smiled a bit as Randall continued talking about fencing. He’d seen Layton fence on occasion, and he seemed pretty good at it. He honestly doubted that Randall was better than his mentor of all people, but he kept quiet about that bit.]
Well, if it’s alright with you, then, I’d love for you to teach me! You’ll just have to forgive me if I’m a bit awful at it all in the beginning, I guess.
It was more like he didn’t know Henry all that well. He knew Angela more than he knew Henry, Henry didn’t go to school with us.
[Randall nodded, Dalston could probably watch over things while they were out. He was one of the higher figure heads in the city as well.]
Well, here’s rule number one, do not doubt yourself from the beginning—that won’t get you anywhere, dear.
[Randall smirked, waving his finger at him, making that ‘tsk tsk tsk’ noise. Lacking self confidence from the beginning was no where to start. If you doubt yourself, you would get no where in the world!]
You must picture yourself succeeding, it helps in the long run, trust me.
“Oh, you meant to take him out on a hike? I suppose that will be all right… But no exploring out into the uncharted wilderness, all right?”
[After letting out a small chuckle to lighten the atmosphere, Brenda continued with her analysis of Randall’s request.]
“For what concerns me, I think that he will enjoy himself to go out and have some fun in the wilderness. However, you have to ask him properly and he has to completely agree.”
“Ah yes, and this little excursion has to be during vacation or the weekend. But that much is obvious, isn’t it?”
It might turn out to be an adventure outside of Monte d’Or…you know, the desert! I am a responsible adult, I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to him!
[Randall was just going to show him around and perhaps teach Luke a few things about fencing…that’s not so bad, right?]
I’ll be sure to ask him. Don’t worry.
“Might as well. I’d love to be of assistance in any way.”
“We can put our little rematch on hold for a little while longer until everything you need to do is taken care of.”
[Honestly, he just wanted to spend time with his friend. It didn’t really matter what they did.]
Alright! Good then! Let’s be on our way!
[Randall laughed, he was getting excited to hang out with his good friend already. Randall you are just a big dork, you know that?]
C’mon now, you can’t walk so slowly when you’re hanging out with me! I still hold my title as champion sprinter and I am in no mood of slow pokes dragging behind me!
[He turned around and started walking backwards, maybe he hit his head really hard on the water, which caused to lose his memory and become a kid for life.]
I am dearly sorry for my inactivity on here…I will start answering asks again and getting to replies. So please, if you want to ask Randall something—go ahead! I will draw the reply~
One more thing before we start the final face-off,
I will be the one to watch you fall~
So I came down to crash and burn your bagger’s banquet
Someone call the ambulance, There’s gonna be an accident~
I wanted to turn that doodle into a new sidebar image for my blog ajshkjflkd
pink because I can and I got rid of the wing because it was bothering me
So this is totally me whenever I find out someone else ships the same pairings I do.
Clive, upon hearing an eager voice greeting him, releases the hand that had been clasped to his fist as he gazes around the bustling crowd in search of Randall.
…The professor had described him as a man, about his age, with red hair and glasses, and a giddy attitude most of the time…at least, back when the two of them were younger. Not only that, but Clive had done a bit of reconnaissance of his own, back when he was a reporter. He’d looked into the professor and Luke’s lives; after all, he was to pose as the apprentice’s future self, but it was rather shocking to see how much that the professor had suffered.
Yes, Randall had disappeared for quite some time before reappearing as the Masked Gentleman and performing his dark miracles to instill fear in the crowd and seek revenge on Henry Ledore, who he’d presumed had stolen those most precious to him.
Indeed, Randall’s tale was rather fascinating, and it slightly reminded Clive of himself—they’d both been intent on seeking revenge.
“Ah, so you’re Randall…? It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Randall grinned, hopefully his cheery personality wouldn’t be too much for the boy to handle. Hershel had told him all about the things Clive did, and what he went through. He basically suffered the same pain as Hershel did, losing their loved ones in that horrible accident. Though, Clive had lost his parents…
"Yes, I am indeed, Randall. It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Clive! Welcome to Monte d’Or, the City of Miracles!"
Randall was certainly impressed by Clive as well, this boy obviously was some sort of a genius—able to whip up one huge plan like that. Pretending to be Luke Triton, they did certainly look a like.
It was also most interesting how Clive said that in the future, Hershel was to be the tyrant of a Prime Minister, ruling over England with an iron fist. Quite clever to think of such a story like that the persuade the professor to run along with his master plan.
"There is going to be a parade soon, so if you would like to see it we could stay. Other than that, we could go do something else. Anything you’d like—Hershel put you in my hands and I tend to be a wonderful host."
Randall may be 37 but he still acted like a huge goof-ball, or better said he was still a child at heart. He liked to tease people, he complained when things didn’t go his way, and he got excited rather fast. Jeez, Randall, it’s like you never grew up.
I do hope they’re here…
[Randall glanced around the Carnival Square, people were starting to gather due to the parade that was about to start. But wait, was that a blue cap in the back of the crowd? That must be him! Randall squeezed through all the people and then walked up to the man, smiling.]
Clive? I’m Randall.