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She obeys of course, fingers rising to meet Desmond's in order to press ice firmly against the pained area. It's hard to grin when you've got a slab of ice against your cheek, let alone when you've got a toothache on top of it all. Yet miss Altava is full of surprises, and somehow the grin comes despite all odds. " Fhine, Ill juhst get a glahcier, mahybe that'll be enough ice toh get yohu a bit mohre than intimidated," that was surely far too many words for her to be butchering right now, but Emmy had never been one to be easily shut up. Especially when she had some important bantering to do, " This should duhll the pahine, right?"

Of course the professor was worried about her well-being! He cared for Emmy–and even seeing her suffer over something as silly as a toothache upset him. He didn’t want her to be in pain and he most certainly could relate to said pain that she was feeling. And toothaches were no laughing matter. He was more than happy to help. A laugh had poured over from the room over, before the professor gingerly returned with the ice pack in hand. “I spent much of my time in snowy Froenburg Miss. Altava! You’ll need a lot more than a little bit of ice to intimidate me.” And with that, he carefully pressed that pack against her jaw, crimson hues watching intently. “Hold that there for a while.” 

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Just missed drawing in this style. ; A ; Felt like it was a long time since I did. 

Commissions are still open for those who are interested! 

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A soft hum bubbles in her aching mouth as the Professor gone toothache nurse glides away, and all stubborn feelings aside Enmy sure was lucky that Desmond had convinced her that she should go. The idea of visiting a dentist was still utterly horrible in her childish state of mind, but having no pain would be much better than this. Besides, it sounded as if the professor had been worried about her well being, and if there was one thing Emmy hated more than dentists it was making someone fret over nothing, especially if they were her friend. Although toothaches hardly counted as nothing but the point still stands.

Shifting herself slowly, Emmy raises her voice to call out, " Ihm noht the ohnly ohne who should watch their bahck prohfessoor, who knows what ill doo with ice aht my command," pressing it against her jaw and hoping the pain will fade is her only real plan of attack here.

“I suppose we will. But I’m beginning to have a nice little list of wins, Emmy. You better watch yourself. I’m making a comeback.” As if. While he may be an esteemed archaeologist and won in that respect, many times to be exact, women were a whole different subject. They were always a mystery. A laugh filled the air with her response. He never really thought that he’d ever have to use these little quick fixes after the passing of his daughter. When you’re a father you learn a lot of things you didn’t know. Like ice on a toothache is wonderful. Peppermint tea as well. “We’ll try some ice first.” He commented as he drifted off to retrieve some.

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Luke and Emmy have such great chemistry together, freindshipwise

(now in higher quality)

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With the mention of Targent even for the briefest of moments weighing heavy on the young lady's mind, Emmy can only manage the murmur of," We'll shee nehxt tihme, wehll shee." Which hardly seemed like a threat. God, why don't they train you how to sound intimidating even with a sore mouth? That should be a vital core skill.

Rubbing her cheek slowly now, Emmy lets out a sigh. Whether it's one of relief or worry she can't exactly tell, but at least if they were landing shortly this would be over with. Home remedies though, now that was music to her ears. The professor was a well versed man, one she trusted at well, so it's no wonder that Emmy is nodding up a storm at his offer, " You're a shaint, a perfehct shaint for ohffering." Neither of them seemed to be saints when you got down to it, but small acts of kindness and friendship had to amount to something right?

“I’ve tracked the Azran for years, even with Targent threatening me. I’ve done everything in my power to ward them away and much more that I’d rather not discuss at the time being. So, yes, Miss Altava, I am counting you out because I can trust you that I will return to this airship victorious today.” Desmond could be just as stubborn as the woman across from him. And he would make sure that she knew it.

“Soon enough–though I’m sure nothing can be soon enough for you. I wish I had something that could help…well–I mean, I have a few home remedies if you’re up for it.”

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Now that he mentioned it, Emmy doubted that Luke would be thrilled about such a sinister sounding garden. Not that she was totally in support of it either, but she certainly wasn't about to torch the place without a second thought. Best to not tell Luke everything about this place, not yet.

A light begins to shine in Emmys eyes at the idea of selling teas, " What a marvelous idea! If a city can survive off the fruits then it's positively ridiculous to shoot down such a lovely proposition," she pauses, lifting her hand to rest on her chin in thought, " Besides, it's not like opening a shop is a crime of any sort." Not unless what the shop sold was dangerous that is, and who was to say what he intended? Perhaps a shop for tea was truly an innocent endeavor.

Upon the mention of arguments over her teachings and secrets, Emmy can't help but raise a dark brow, " Well of course you want people to trust you without revealing anything too personal," she's got enough secrets to know the feeling well, " But folks arguing with you over learning self defense? Honestly, some people."

His expression darkens somewhat at the mention of Luke.

“Just make sure you’ve got the proper one with you when you do. Every Luke Triton I meet has it out for me and my garden.“ He didn’t like the idea of another person’s garden being destroyed by a vindictive blue-hatted brat. He would make sure not to call the boy a brat in front of her, though. If she liked the boy, she’d get angry with him for him calling the boy such.

“Indeed~! A nice little garden. I’m contemplating growing tea-plants and selling them in loose teas, honestly.Turn my warehouse into a shop front and sell things~ Brenda, among other people, are against it, though. Think I’ll do something nefarious, or that the fruit and vegetables I grow are unsuitable for eating, somehow. Nevermind that an entire city lived off them for ten years with no ill effects.“ He hesitated for a moment when she spoke of fighting - teach him? He somehow doubted she’d go through with it.

“As much as I’d love to have you teach me to fight, many people would argue for you not to. The ensuing argument might be fun, but not worth the revealed secrets.I like having people that are actually willing to trust me.”

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It must get lonely not knowing if you, yourself, are alive

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Nothing feels better than the warm sun in your favourite chair. 

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A choked, sputtering laugh enters the atmosphere- maybe she wasn't that well trained after all if he could still figure it out. But at least he hadn't made any threats to her at least, unless 'you should make a garden' was secret code for 'I'm going to kill you and hide the body in the garden', which seemed preeetty far fetched.

" You know, you could just be right," she begins slowly, still mulling over his response before, " After all, Luke would probably enjoy that as well," no no, no. Don't drag the poor boy into this mess ready to unfold. Staying believable in her speech didn't mean that Luke had to be drug out of safety.

Take it easy now. Another laugh, less shaky this time escapes Emmy's lips, "Fighting hm? Maybe some day I could start teaching lessons, and you could be my first pupil." Not a bad idea, starting lessons. Extra money on the side for anything she might need. Teaching dangerous gardeners however? Not such a good idea.

“Wait, you-” He paused, then laughed. “You think I was locked out. Oh no, I can go back to my garden whenever I so choose. I simply choose not to, because I need a good defensive plan before starting everything up again. Plus,” He added. “I’m not entirely done ‘hiring’ yet.”

Hiring, or rather,  abducting. He was being very, extremely careful in who he took and how. He only had maybe two or three dozen people, mixed in with people who had volunteered willingly. And then there was Lilith, who currently had ownership of his soul and who subsequently was keeping his garden alive and well while he was away.

“But yes, yes I do. I’ve the beginning of a defensive strategy, and my currently plans are working out very well. It’ll take some time to complete, but as long as I’m careful and patient…” His expression turned to one of content, then amused curiosity. “You seem tense. Maybe you should start your own garden. Very relaxing - when people aren’t trying to burn it down. Maybe you’ll have more luck than me, all those fighting skills. Should learn to fight myself - make myself even more dangerous~!”

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Trying her best to mimick his expression, Emmy replies, " My my, ahre yohu reaahlly cowunting mee out alrheady?" She sounds a lot less confident or even intimidating than usual with her words slurred, "Theh nehxt whin whill bee mihne, profhessah," sure it will Emmy, keep telling yourself that. By the looks of it, they were going to be playing this winning game till the end of days. Which was perfectly alright with her. With the mood successfuly lightened, Emmy reaches up to rub her jaw. All this talking has really taken its toll on the assistant. Never the less, she offers one more question, "How sooon till weh lahnd anywahy?"

Desmond would have had no qualms in helping pick up any charges. While he was hoping for the best if it did come to the worst h would rather her have the pain taken care of rather than having to sit and suffer. And if this wasn’t taken care of, her condition would only worsen.

“Whatever you say, Miss Altava. However, what I heard more clearly in that jumbled mess of words, is that I have earned yet another win?” He found a smirk grace those tan features. “My, it’s becoming more and more common now!”

Anything to try and lighten the situation. Funds, money, whatever you wanted to call it, it was always a touchy subject. They could cross that bridge when they came to it.

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It's raining so hard that you'd think she was in Misthallery instead of the outskirts of London. Thunder shakes the small tavern Emmy's taken shelter in, and its few occupants huddle together, as if the howling wind were still buffeting them from inside. And Emmy can't rightly blame them, after all, she herself is practically drenched to the bone. She glances out the taverns solitary window, and mutters with a sigh, " Well, there goes today's investigation."

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[Late Nights at Gressenheller] — Professor Layton and the Eternal Diva (2009)

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There's a heavy lump in Emmy's throat, but she's been trained far too well to let it show. Her face is as it has been this entire encounter, curious with a tint of concern- but no sign of fear. But Emmy is starting to be more than afraid of this gardener. Torture? Covering London in plants? She'd heard and seen quite a few remarkably horrible and strange things in her day, but this took the cake.

Stay calm, don't let him know, stay calm, don't let him know, "Hmm," she begins, trying to steady her voice, " They've kept you out that long? Now that's a shame, do you have any plans for, yknow, breaking back in?" Bad idea, bad bad bad idea, but the more he talked the more information she'd have, the more aware of the danger she would be

He gave her a somewhat angry, though flat, glare.

“I had a boy plant landmines throughout my garden once - which was, at the time, populated, as it’s on top of a city - simply because he didn’t like me. He similarly set it on fire later for the same reason. Another person very nearly obliterated the entire thing for a few lies.” That the people he’d had working for him were there willingly, and not because he’d been controlling them mentally.

Luffy had been justified, when you thought about it, but still. He didn’t need to go so all-out.

“I could go out and cover London in hybridized nightshades, but I don’t because that’s stupid and rash. Surrounding my own home in plants that I’m immune to the toxins of is like erecting an electric fence around private property. Besides, if the mere sight of a garden containing almost all plants that can possibly grow in this climate isn’t enough to stop them trying to tear it up or burn it down, pictures of it’s state now certainly won’t. It’s been months since I was able to go and properly tend it.” He huffs, then adds; “So what if my manner of hiring is unorthodox, it’s not like I’m torturing them…“

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Oh, drat, why did she have to be confronted by someone as brilliant as Desmond Sycamore (There she goes again, reminding herself of the dangers of traveling with quick witted thinkers). But what if it wasn't just a toothache? Emmy certainly didn't have the money to pay for any sort of operation, and the thought of asking Bronev to cover the charges made her shudder.

She didn't want to force the fee on any of her companions here either. God this was a pickle, and it didnt seem likely for Desmond to be backing down any more than it was for Emmy to do the same. Not much choice left here.

Finally, the assistant heaves a sigh, " Fhine, but ifh the charge ish too much ihm noht lehtting you pay," if she had to finally be roped into going she could at least be sensible about the cost.

“Emmy,” the professor had begun with the slightest of sighs. It was quite obvious she wanted none of this…however, that didn’t mean that Desmond would back down. That just simply wasn’t in his nature. “We both know they’ll have a dentist there.”

He had paused for a moment after that. Brute force would get him nowhere here. He had to tiptoe carefully with just enough authority mixed in. “You know I have to go rather frequently as well. And it may just be a toothache. All you’d have to do is take some pain medication and that’s all.”

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