[It had been a long, and thorough conversation with Professor Birch, but in the end it had proved to be a somewhat(?) fruitful one. Professor Layton had a few of his questions answered, but only to find himself with an armful of more questions. From what he could gather, he was not the only one to suddenly apparate in New Bark Town, of the Johto Region. His tale of being suddenly thrust into Pokémon - “Pocket Monsters, as some referred to them” - ownership was not unique, and to that Layton felt a modicum of relief.
Now that he finds himself alone yet again - save for the Yamask carefully tucked away in his coat - he realizes that he had also found himself at a loss. Professor Birch had recommended he contact the local police, using the device known as the PokéGear, but all of it seemed so confusing. All the information, the loose ends and the spiraling mysteries of his predicament swirl around him like a flock of starlings. However, with a closing of his eyes and a slow draw of breath, he manages to right himself. Keep calm.]
Now is not the time to panic. [He assures himself, pulling a pen and journal out of his breast pocket.] Now is the time to compile information.
[Whenever a puzzle or a case was too complex, Layton always took the time to jot down his thoughts. One could never know when a stray idea would be the key to unraveling the Gordian Knot. At the very least, this could serve as a diary of events if ever he were to return home to Luke. The Professor is certain that the young man would have a multitude of questions, especially regarding the creatures here.
In taking a moment to scan over his notes, he catches sight of a particularly friendly - he hopes - looking passerby. Not one to shirk an opportunity, Layton holds on to the brim of his hat as he hurries over to the stranger.]
Excuse me! [He comes to a trot, then a gentle stop.] Do pardon me, my name is Professor Layton. [He extends a hand, the other still holding onto the brim of his rather tall top hat.] I’m rather new here, and I was wondering if I could ask you some questions.
Network | The Curious Correspondence | Text
(OOC NOTE: I wasn’t sure how ID’s were distributed so I used the example one.)
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Professor Hershel Layton | Professor Layton
Action | A Puzzling Premiere | New Bark Town
[It had been a long, and thorough conversation with Professor Birch, but in the end it had proved to be a somewhat(?) fruitful one. Professor Layton had a few of his questions answered, but only to find himself with an armful of more questions. From what he could gather, he was not the only one to suddenly apparate in New Bark Town, of the Johto Region. His tale of being suddenly thrust into Pokémon - “Pocket Monsters, as some referred to them” - ownership was not unique, and to that Layton felt a modicum of relief.
Now that he finds himself alone yet again - save for the Yamask carefully tucked away in his coat - he realizes that he had also found himself at a loss. Professor Birch had recommended he contact the local police, using the device known as the PokéGear, but all of it seemed so confusing. All the information, the loose ends and the spiraling mysteries of his predicament swirl around him like a flock of starlings. However, with a closing of his eyes and a slow draw of breath, he manages to right himself. Keep calm.]
Now is not the time to panic. [He assures himself, pulling a pen and journal out of his breast pocket.] Now is the time to compile information.
[Whenever a puzzle or a case was too complex, Layton always took the time to jot down his thoughts. One could never know when a stray idea would be the key to unraveling the Gordian Knot. At the very least, this could serve as a diary of events if ever he were to return home to Luke. The Professor is certain that the young man would have a multitude of questions, especially regarding the creatures here.
In taking a moment to scan over his notes, he catches sight of a particularly friendly - he hopes - looking passerby. Not one to shirk an opportunity, Layton holds on to the brim of his hat as he hurries over to the stranger.]
Excuse me! [He comes to a trot, then a gentle stop.] Do pardon me, my name is Professor Layton. [He extends a hand, the other still holding onto the brim of his rather tall top hat.] I’m rather new here, and I was wondering if I could ask you some questions.
Network | The Curious Correspondence | Text
(OOC NOTE: I wasn’t sure how ID’s were distributed so I used the example one.)
Trainer#5655403: RUINS OF ALPH LOCATION
Trainer#5655403: ALPH RUINS LOCATION
Trainer#5655403: SEARCH ENTER
Trainer#5655403: SEND