hisapprentice | [Puzzle 017]

[Puzzle 017]

[Things in the village continue to move at molasses speeds, ever since the draft ended. Without school to keep him occupied, and with (shock and dismay) a wholly diminished interest in all things puzzle, what with all the sadness and walking on eggshells going on all over the place, he's been...practicing his violin, actually. No one in the house came after him pounding on the door, so it must not be that bad.

It was better, sometimes, than thinking about all the strangers who appeared (from the draft, he learned later) bloody and beaten up, or his friends, coming back with darkness in their eyes.

His plans for this day are tame, and come in two flavors:

In the morning he's at the stables, tending to the horses with the kind of affectionate banter and bounce in his step that he doesn't have many close friends to share with anymore. It's not so bad. Animals are, um, people too. But anyone else there might catch him whistling or seeming to talk to himself.

After lunch (Luke always has a long generous lunch - today he eats at Seventh Heaven) he heads into the school to the music room, balances the open journal on a spare music stand, and pulls his violin and bow out of their case to prepare and tune them.]

So, er. [It doesn't usually bother him to talk to the village but...this is a little different.] You know...I think maybe it's better if I don't say anything first.

[And, after one last, soft check of his pitch, Luke shuts his eyes and starts to play a song whose sheet music he found in the library months ago. It isn't very long, but he goes through it thrice: the first time quietly, too afraid to mess up to really play, and then twice after that. It's a little slow and a little sad but he doesn't feel sad when it's over.]

That's that, then. [Projected confidence or not, he's blushing pretty red on his end of the journal.] I sort of thought, um, that maybe somebody could use a little music.

[[ooc: shh shh pretend it's a violin in the track not a cello...]]

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[Luke's right on (though he misses the part where Firo's methods are totally the best) and Firo's annoyance is quelled. He'd been pretty sure Luke was trying to insult him.]

Oh. Yeah, uh, I guess that makes sense.

...Just don't try and force me to do any puzzles, okay?

[His brain isn't ready for that method of problem-solving.]

Why would I force you to do puzzles? You're supposed to enjoy them! Unless your life depends on solving one, then you don't have to do any if you don't want to.

[Luke doesn't get how he could not want to, but Firo's unusual.]

Just makin' sure--I mean, you keep talkin' about the darn things...

[No, Firo, you're probably the only person in this conversation who'd actually try to force someone to do things your way.]

When is your life ever gonna depend on doin' a puzzle?

Er- Well.

[To himself, Luke begins to count. He doesn't make it out of Misthallery without moving onto the fingers of his other hand; he remembers dangling precariously over the pristine tiled floor of a hotel while Layton solved out how to get him down, and counts another finger; by the time he reaches the Bostonius both hands are extended before him.]

More times than you're ever going to believe. I can think of ten right now, and those are all even before we met Flora!

What?! You gotta be kiddin' me!

[He shakes his head and eyes Luke suspiciously.]

How's that even happen? Somebody holds a gun to your head and tells you to do a puzzle?

[Hm. Just how much detail could he expose, and still end with Firo believing his (very true) story?]

The first four all belong to a giant mechanical creature who was rampaging around my hometown, and we had to solve the puzzles to shut it down for good.

[Firo wants to ask Luke if he really thinks he's that gullible, but... stranger things than this have happened.]

Couldn't you have just shot at it?

[Yeah, have fun with the ricochet.]

Shot at it? With what?

[See, Firo, this is what he meant about not everything being a street brawl.]

With a gun?

[What do you mean not everyone has quick access to those?]

Not everything is a gunfight either. The only thing that comes of one of those is people getting hurt.

And if you're good enough, then it'll be the right people hurt.

[He doesn't sound at all concerned by that.]

Doin' puzzles at a time like that would just waste time!

The right people hurt? [Firo Firo Firo what in the world are you talking about?] You should hope that nobody gets hurt! Especially if it can all be avoided with a little thinking!

Thinkin' can get you killed.

[Since he thinks that's a pretty obvious fact of life ~~(but, Firo, have you ever actually tried thinking?)~~ he tries to move right on. Maybe this piece of advice will be more palatable to Luke.]

...If you're worried about guns, you coulda just used a knife.

Knives and shooting can get you killed! [They're definitely more likely to hurt you than thinking.]

Besides, no gentleman would confront someone with a knife like that.

Luke... There's plenty a' people out there who ain't "gentlemen." They're not gonna give you a chance to think about anything except where you gotta hit 'em first.

That's where you're wrong. Just because other people think and act that way doesn't mean I've got to sink to their level.

[He groans. Dealing with a goody two shoes you actually care about can get frustrating.]

Actin' high and mighty isn't gonna do you any good when you're in the ground!

I'm not acting high and mighty at all. Thinking before you do something reckless is smart! [And it's always worked for the Professor. Luke still needs some practice.]

Besides, you can just charge in however you want to since you'll never end up- in the ground.

...Well, yeah. But even before that I'd been in situations where if I hadn't done somethin' right away, I woulda' died.

["So you should be careful." Though the odds of Luke ever being in a situation like Firo's would be slim.]

[Luke is the most careful unless he's off to rescue a friend in which case forget it, he's as likely as Layton to put himself in danger for the cause.]

And in order to know what the 'right way' was I bet even you had to think about it first. Fast thinking is still thinking.

I've never really been called a fast thinker.

...Maybe it's thinkin', maybe it's, um... instinct. Who knows. Doesn't take too much brains to know you need a good punch to be able to make it in this world.

[Luke disagrees.

You need a good pipe. Or a sword, preferably, but in a pinch anything fence-able will do.]

So you've been called a slow thinker, then?

[~~Luke, you're better at this violence thing than Firo would have thought...~~]

I--

[He totally shouldn't have admitted to that.]

...That wasn't my point!

[Haha! There is some truth to Luke's half-joking question after all!]

Well, it isn't right for anybody to insult you about that either.

[When it comes to slowness, snails have nothing on Firo.]

Isn't that what you were just doin'?

[He is quick to sense an insult, though.]

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