Hershel Layton
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Professor ⠀ at ⠀⠀ Gressenheller ⠀⠀ University ⠀⠀ Archaeology ⠀⠀& ⠀⠀ puzzle solving ⠀⠀ 🎩 ⠀⠀ (Parody) ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ MDNI ⠀⠀ || ⠀⠀ level 25 ⠀⠀ || ⠀⠀ art by zillabean ⠀⠀ Penned by: H.L
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INTRODUCTION || PL AU UNIVERSE


An esteemed archeologist and puzzle solver. Who worked at Gressenheller University in solidarity, but once called upon will solve some of Londons hardest cases. One event changed his life forever and now his life is full of uncertainties.

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Hershel didn’t wanna say it. He wanted to avoid another incident like he did with the one he lost. Rubbing the back of his thumb on a cross that was placed around his neck.
“That’s correct. The one and only has been driving Randall mad, with falsified stories that have unfortunately became reality in his mind. I’m afraid even if I tell him the truth, we’ll need to present undeniable evidence that will shatter descole’s stories for good.”
With a rare tiny microscopic smile, he pinched the rim of his top. With a nod of agreement at the males conclusion. He always liked hearing all sides, even if it’s already established what the proper conclusion was a minute ago. Letting out a very low chuckle in response.
Hitting his breaks, he almost ran over a girl on a bike who was driving immensely fast but purposely in front of his car. This caught his attention quick despite the sunken look in his eyes. “What was that about?” He called out to a brunette girl, whom he didn’t recognize.
being threatened by a unknown force, large in scale. He quickly rushed to drive to the university to gather a few things. Before he’d be abruptly cut off heading to Misthallery, which recently made it in the papers for being speculated to house a location for a hidden archaeological site.
The professor had been acting like his normal distant self. Going through lectures and his studies, though he’d not deny that the papers were piling up. But one letter in the mail had caught his attention from an old friend named Clark. About how his town was in dire need
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| 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 |

I will portray different characters on this account. If you don’t like that, that’s fine.

Anyways some characters will be Ocs and most will be canon characters, with my own twist to them. I will post introductions for them when I have the time.

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He stood in front of him, as if to have a separate invisible box that enclosed around them only. Where he’d direct all his attention to him alone. “Do you have an idea on whom I’m referring to?”

It was his own way to ensure his subordinate wasn’t deflated from speaking earlier.
Hershel acknowledged, her response with a head nod. “You’re correct and what’s left of Randall is all of Descole’s false statements. Man who was driven so mad one drop of a pin is enough to set him off.” Then he slowly looked back at the dapper pumpkin with a small smile.
He gestured as he spoke, he tends to speak with his hands when addressing his points. He had a theory, the city must be built on top of the same ruins, Randall fell in all those years ago.
Last two cases we’ve had, someone used others to obtain the location of two sets of ruins. Now if my suspicion is correct and I can get the map of Monte d'Or before its construction from Henry. That will guarantee my theory even further.”
“The one who has been pulling the strings is a familiar opponent who is one for both dramatics and lofty goals. If I’m to be correct. We both know who I’m referring to, those who conceal themselves often have their secrets to hide. In this case, the goal is big but the masked gentleman is the tool.
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‪ ㅤㅤՙ 𝐍𝐘𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀 ノ 恐 : deep ın thɑt dɑrk·nǝss, ı wɑs stuck there for ɑ long tıme, thınkıng, 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ɑnd doubtıng ﹫ 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟒 ❜

PL UNIVERSE| ADVANCED LITERATE (SPOILERS FOR MJ)
AU BASED WRITING☕️ 18+

Scripted by Dove 🕊️
He brushed off his coat from the minuscule interaction. Seeing one of his many children as he envisioned them to be, rather he openly admitted it or not beaming the tiniest smile. Which Hershel does when his talking points are over. However the one before him always pried more from him
“That you are correct. Sometimes the past does stun me. Despite my initial weakness. It makes me wonder how much our real foe knows. My main assumption is Randall is a tool. Therefore if he was desposed of his downfall wouldn’t matter. That he is only a set up for the main stage.”
but Randall had little notion, that he wasn’t the only one who changed. They both were in the lions den rather they knew it or not.
Hershel’s subordinates were silent when it was necessary. All he could ask for in these situations, especially since he entrusted Luke to stay at the hotel during all of this.

“Your game is set, it’s never polite to keep a gentleman waiting.” World felt still with them on opposite sides
Hershel was so generous to allow Randall to get this far. Most people would have been gone, seeing an old face of someone he lost always dented him. Rather he wanted to admit it or not. Hershel had one piece of the puzzle but one thing that, Randall didn’t know was their conversation wasn’t private.
He voice was strained, gritting his teeth.
Those who knew the professor, would claim he’s a puzzle solving genius with a sense of distrust. Was rumored to take in a group of thieves, who work under his command. It wasn’t proven by any means.

“I suppose you’re right. This is how things must be on opposite sides, so be it.”
the Ascot family had resented him, he wasn’t allowed on the premise or so he believed. So his family came to terms that their lovely home wasn’t doing anything but causing distress. Moving far into London where he’d meet Claire who suffer a terrible fate resulting in death form an explosion.
He remained almost unmoving, he hard to come to terms that Randall was no more. He himself changed as the years passed, after the fall of the one he loved. Hershel isolated himself to studies of archeology which, Randall would have wanted. giving up his own dreams. While he was consumed by it