Professor Layton and the Fucked-Up Discord Roleplay Server

Its Uncle Murdering Time!

Al= Alfendi Layton (in RP)
Des= Descole
Alfendi Layton= person Rping as Alfendi
Azran Leg (Jesta): me.
If the entire message is in italics, including the prefix, then it's outside of role play.

Al: It was just another day, and Alfendi went to Gressenheller to breathe some air and recall memories. He leaned against a wall, trying not to think too much about things.

Des: A man in a dark brown suit walked down a hallway, recounting fondly those days that he himself had studied, and taught, in these very walls. He was so focused on the memories, he almost didn't notice Alfendi

Al: But that's when Alfendi slipped off the wall he was leaning on, making a loud thud as he fell down.

"Ow-"

He groaned from pain, trying to get up.

Des: "Are you okay, sir?" The man asked, concerned. The man then took a step back. "Oh... you're Alfendi Layton, correct?"

Al: "...Yes."

He said, as he shook off dust from his clothes.

"And you are...?"

He looking at him, surprised that Descole knew him, despite Alfendi not knowing him.

Alfendi Layton: I don't know of they actually knew each other but let's say my Alfendi doesn't know Descole)

Des: "im..." the man hesitated for a moment. what do I say? The truth?
"I'm... a friend of your fathers," he said. It wasn't a complete  lie, at least

Al: He thought for a moment, and then... His personality transformed.

He wanted to have some fun with this, smirking as his hair fell down.

"A friend of my father's, you say...? Well, I think I know you."

Des: this was going to get interesting,  the man thought.
"I'd recognize a shift in personality anywhere. I would love to show my... "true colors", but it is neither the time nor place.
You may call me "Des", if you must refer to me at all."
This kid reminded him of himself a bit. Des was interested in how this conversation would continue.

Al: " 'Des' sounds awfully familiar... Like it's a part of your identity somehow."

He tried to deduce it.

"How close were you to my father? What did you two even do back then?"

He started to bombard with questions.

Des: "Like I said, this isn't the best place to be discussing this, I'd rather talk about this away from prying eyes," Des answered without answering. "I will say that I have known your father for several decades, Layton was a good friend to me when I was young."
I wonder if he inherited his father's deductive reasoning?

Al: "...Interesting."

He mumbled under his breath, before continuing.

"My father had some friends, but just one of them had at least some relation to the word 'Des'... So according to the facts, you have to be Jean Descole, my father's biological brother."

He smirked once again.

Des: "You've succeeded where Layton failed, I see." Descole let out a laugh. "It took Layton the better part of a year to figure me out, and he only connected the dots after I did it for him!"
Descole smirked, and extended a hand for Alfendi to shake.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Alfendi Layton."
If it wasn't me, then at least it was my brother who has a family now.

Al: "Ungh, not now-"

His personality then changed again.

"Oh, it is my pleasure to meet you, Descole!"