#Jean Greyerl

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and an important amendment suggested by my good friend @sleepnos

ALSO YOU BETTER APPRECATE THAT MAYA SPRITE I HAD TO ADD THAT FACE MYSELF !!!!!

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lawyer doodles 4 practice :]

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Since it's the 10th anniversary, here's the 4 illustrations I've done for zines! I'm glad I was able to get some PL vs AA rep in them!

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the only ship that matters in Professor Layton vs Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney is genderfluid lesbian butler and bisexual mail carrier

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PLvsPW Pixel/Perler Templates

I made Perler templates of some of the characters from PLvsPW. Feel free to use/adapt them however you want :)

(Potentially spoilery ones below the cut)

And these last two are adapted from this pixel art template that cronchy_croissant posted on Reddit (edited to be Baker!Phoenix/Maya, in case that isn't obvious lol):

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Greyerl: I lived my life as a boy-

Shiron (egg cracking noises): YOU CAN JUST DO THAT!?

I watched an entire let's play of professor Layton vs Phoenix wright in one sitting last night and I gotta say, jean greyerl my beloved.

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Jean watched her for a bit, waiting for some indication of what Ms. Darklaw could need from her. Was she looking for medicaments? But surely Darklaw of all people could find a real doctor, now that their little Labyrinthian bubble had popped. Even if Sir Belduke had still been…

…

Jean sighed and strode to the door.

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"I have secrets you don't know about" + Darklaw

available to read here; takes place directly after the epilogue of "Ghost Stories (and Other Forms of Magic)"

Eve and Espella come back together, slightly past suppertime.

"Did you let your parents know you came here?" Dad asks.

"They're expecting me home late," Espella answers, "but thank you." She dips her head briefly.

Eve seems fairly relaxed as well. Jean wonders just what they were doing outside — Espella had left, and Eve had remained in town for most of the day. It was nice for them to have more one-on-one time — that was something that rarely happened. Generally, they were either with family or with Espella, who was kind of like family.

"How was…" Jean hesitates, uncertain of how to put her question.

"Oh, the trip went well," Espella answers. "The buses ran on time, and my friends were great. It was very nice to see them again."

"I'm glad," Jean says, finishing the conversation as politely as she can. There's nothing wrong with Espella, per se, but Jean had never really…bonded with her. She suspects it might be because she's an interloper in a friendship that's lasted as long as Espella has been alive. Or maybe it’s something else, something they experienced that no one else did.

Supper goes well, but the moment Espella leaves the amount of conversation decreases. At least until Father starts bringing up his latest research project and Mother starts to ask him questions. It's an approximation of "normal".

That night, when they return to their room, still shared after all this time, Eve asks Jean a question.

"How much do you know about quantum physics?"

"Not much," she admits in response. She's tried reading some of Mother's books, but she's leaning more towards Father's field. Not in the least because she's learned to manufacture her own hormones, even if she isn't using the one's she's made.

"Do you believe in parallel universes, then? Or maybe the butterfly effect."

"Eve, are you alright?"

She hears Eve sigh from the other bed. "I'll start at the beginning, then. We used to hold a fire festival yearly — around October. We're no longer holding it."

"Okay?" Jean's never heard of the festival before, but if it hasn't been held since Jean first came here, then she wouldn't have heard of it.

"The last one was twelve years ago," Eve continues. "It's technically my fault, but it's more complicated than that. I'm sure Dad has told you about the properties of Labyrinthian water. The bell up in that tower is pure silver."

Oh. "Why was the tower never taken down?"

"No one can get up there to ring the bell anymore," Eve answers, "so I suppose if doesn't really matter. We locked the doors and threw out the keys then. And it's a good thing I did, too, because if I hadn't then Espella and I would have rung the bell."

"So…what?" Jean asks. "What’s the point of this thought exercise-slash-history lesson?"

"If we had rung the bell, I would have died that day," Eve says. "And I know that because I lived through it."

"You…lived through it?"

Eve sighs. "This is why I doubted you would believe me. You’re a woman of science. It sounds incredulous even to my ear, and I was the one who experienced it."

"Tell me, and I'll see just what I make of it," Jean says.

"The keys to the bell tower were a pair of pendants, made as gifts for Marie and our mother," Eve begins. "Set in them was a gemstone, and that gemstone had certain…properties. Properties that allowed the dead to remain in a state of…being undead. It gives power in the form of various tricks, and time in a couple different forms. In my case…I didn't even seem dead at first. I'd been crushed by the rubble, but I looked fine. My body was constantly preserving itself from the moment before my death, so…they didn't even realise I was dead until a few months later. Dad took me to the doctor and I had no heartbeat."

"You were…dead, but still…possessing your own corpse?"

"Essentially. Father and Arthur chose to cover up the bell tower and make people believe it no longer existed through the drugs they were studying."

"And then…?"

"Espella wasn't doing well in the aftermath. Mum and Marie had both perished in the fire, and so had most of the town. She blamed herself for it, of course. It meant that they were focusing on her…because I seemed fine. He was worried when we found out I was dead, of course, but…Espella was practically catatonic. We had to do everything we could to help her, especially since we had no clue what was wrong with me. So we got to work. We…constructed a story for Espella where she couldn't be the bad guy — where there were was a witch who cast a spell to destroy everything. And then…we made it real, with me as the witch."

"Eve, I…must say, this all sounds so…strange."

"I have secrets you don't know about," she answers. "I'm trying to tell you them. Please. Listen to me."

Jean has wanted to know Eve's secrets for a long time. She always thought knowing her secrets would help her truly become Eve's sister, as she was meant to.

"Go on," she says.

"Arthur built a village. The three of us worked to recruit people for a new experiment about the water on this islet and the native flowers. It was part of a terrible experiment, and I was essentially…a lab assistant, in some ways. When we started to experiment with my new abilities…we discovered I could possess others, and use their bodies to do things they wouldn't do otherwise. I also had developed the ability to possess objects, akin to what you might call a poltergeist. We…devised spells for the witches from those abilities. Of course, as time went on I recruited more people to help. I couldn't do everything on my own, though of course there were certain spells I had to do myself, or else the illusion wouldn't work."

"Oh," Jean says. Of course. The flowers — they have hallucinatory and hypnotic properties. Just what was the entire experiment trying to study?

"You did come to the village in this timeline, eventually. Dad picked you up, in much the same way he had in this timeline, but…your memories were rewritten, and you had to disguise yourself as a boy, since he didn't want you to be condemned as a witch."

Jean inhales sharply.

"When the bell tower was exposed…he killed himself not long after, though you thought you had killed him because you had grown paranoid as well. It was a disaster, and it caused me to turn on Espella and Arthur, blaming them for my state. So I approached you, and we put together a plot for revenge on the two of them. But there was…interference in that plot, thanks to someone else attempting to kill Espella. Her cat was killed instead, and became a ghost in a similar way to myself. But unlike me, instead of being frozen in time, she could travel back in time. And through that…we used my body to return to the festival twelve years ago, and make it so that the experiment never happened."

"You're right," Jean says. "I'm not sure I truly believe you. It sounds more like the plot of a novel or perhaps a dream than something that truly happened to you. If we had the pendants, we could potentially discover the radiation, but…"

"I threw them in the river," Eve admits. "It was the only thing I could think of."

"And why are you telling me this?"

"Because I spoke to Espella earlier, and she said she trusted you," Eve answers. "It isn't…purely our secret, but we're the only ones that have memories of all twelve years, as spotty as Espella's is from the time she was ill. I've…heavily summarised for the sake of this explanation."

"I gathered," Jean says. Can she really believe Eve's secret? Eve isn't prone to these flights of fancy. She is more inclined to believe it, but…time travel? Ghosts? It all sounds so…fantastical.

"I wish to apologise to you, as I never got to before time reset. I know you lack any memory of that period, but I manipulated you. And…I am glad we have this opportunity to make amends."

She's glad she's not in that version of reality. It doesn't sound like she had the best of fates.

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Late, BUT Happy 10th birthday to the spin off that no one plays!! (They should, though...) Here's to my beloved "witches"!

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ROUND 1 POLL 14 SIDE B

About the NPCs (may contain spoilers -- proceed with caution!):

Jean Greyerl is a young woman who, after running away from her parents, was taken in by Newton Belduke and reformed into his butler.

Otherwise known as: パトラス・アルグレイ (Japanese); Camille Cervantès (French); Jean Erlington (German); Jean Bergamot (Spanish); Robin Earlington (Italian); Jackie Somerset (Dutch)

Declan Swabber works on the Thametanic. He is an engineer.

Otherwise known as: Declah Shrubber (German); Fred Gaswelloss (Spanish); Matt Leau (French); Sam Skipper (Italian); S. Poortjebijster (Dutch)

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my illustration for the Turnabout Melodies zine from 2020

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Layton Kyouju vs Gyakuten Saiban | Professor Layton vs. Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creato Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Eve Belduke/Espella Cantabella, Jean Greyerl/Lettie Mailer Characters: Darklaw (Layton vs. Wright), Eve Belduke, Espella Cantabella, Kira (Layton vs. Wright), Jean Greyerl, Lettie Mailer, Storyteller, Arthur Cantabella Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Layton Kyouju vs Gyakuten Saiban | Professor Layton vs. Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Spoilers Summary:

The final puzzle has been solved, and the spell over Labyrinthia has been broken. And what was been broken, must now be fixed. Darklaw is nervous to face the people of Labyrinthia again, but feels she need to at least try and apologize. Luckily for her she has Espella by her side to help her face this. If Espella of all people can forgive her, then surely the towns people can.

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Another fic rec - this time for PLvsPW! I love the whole concept of this fic and it’s very emotional outcomes. Also Evespella! Jean/Lettie!

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im a little deranged about greymail rn :3

(CW: PLvsPW spoilers and bright colors)

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Round Two