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Post by Percival Ohere on May 21, 2016 21:00:23 GMT
Note: Far after the events of Emeri's reign, appox. eighteen years later, based around Rycora forest, the further reaches.
The taste of blood was almost becoming as common as alcohol. For it seemed Percival just couldn't help getting into fights, most of which he never started. He supposed it would happen eventually, go into enough taverns without any money and purposely rob people of their good liquor does tend to piss them off, eventually to a point where they'll shove him out the moment he steps into the bar. And some of the owners didn't let go of a grudge so easily. Percy owed them money, and being the wise people they were for owning a tavern, they assumed beating the boy would get him to spill the Sundrip he owed. All it did was bloody his nose and dirty their hands. Nothing was really gained from it, except perhaps letting out a little stress. Percy knew all of the ones who beat him up, some where good people, just with broken families. It made him pity them a bit... didn't make any of their blows any softer though.
Percy lifted his sleeve to his nose, sniffing a clot of blood back up at it still tried to dribble out. His coat's sleeves were dotted with blood now, suitable for the rest of his dirty, beggar's get-up. He didn't care, the other hand had a nice bottle of whiskey churning around in it, so the pain and the blood was just a nuisance thing now. He was already a few drinks in, and stumbling wildly around Rycora. Though no amount of alcohol could flurry the boy's vision or mind enough to make him forget the way. He'd made this walk every night back to the small outing his parents hid themselves, and used to hide Percy in. It was second nature, no matter how many times he tripped up or spun around in circles.
Tonight's whole fight scenario was practically forgotten by the time Percival had cleared half of his bottle, and his mind was just left completely and peacefully blank as he walked, almost tripping up over the makeshift and subtle fence made around their little homeland. Percy's fumbling around over the small fence, and then his haphazard hiccuping and mumbling probably alerted plenty of the night life of his approach. And Percy expected any moment for his parents to come along, probably laugh or groan at their dangerous son's disastrous appearance, yet again.
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Post by Meinu on May 21, 2016 21:17:28 GMT
If anyone told Meinu she would leave her family to destroy the world and fail, just to later fix herself another chance to do just that but this time playing 'family' in a different light to the last, she would have chopped them in half the moment they opened their mouth, and yet for the last eighteen years, Meinu has done exactly that, raising Percival as her own, alongside the ever annoying and yet strangely acceptable Aisu. She didn't care for what the kid did, but she has come over the years to care for the boy like her own, and wouldn't wish harm upon him, though she never showed this. So when he once more stumbled to the home her and Aisu created to hide out in as they raised Percival, and worked with Mo all these years, Meinu gave a groan of annoyance through the window. Before heading outside to greet him, and work out the damage this time around. "Fucking Stupid Kid. I don't mind you bloody well drinking, but try not to come home all bloodied up every time you go after the stuff." Dragging Percival by the arm through the house, no caring if she woke up Aisu or not, Meinu shoved Percival into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. "Strip, throw your clothes through the door, take a bath and freshen the fuck up while I try to once again, de-blood your fucking clothes." Meinu waited a moment for him to do just that, before walking off and shoving the clothes in a bucket to soak. Growling to Aisu as he entered the living room. "Once he gets out the bathroom, you deal with him while I go sort out things. Don't you dare fucking let him leave." Grabbing the bucket, Meinu stalked off. She's become a bloody housewife, it was days like tis she missed being able t use the rest of her family to do the chores.
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Post by Aisu Shirudo on May 21, 2016 21:36:41 GMT
Aisu didn't mind raising the kid, he wasn't expected to be brilliant at it all, and Aisu liked the different company, though he regretted completely leaving his fathers side to do so, he wouldn't change it, knowing Exitium wouldn't care for the loss of his own son to something else. And hiding out here, in an actual home they created, even if reluctantly, as he and Meinu didn't always get along, especially at first, as it was nicer then the ruins of the old place. But they managed to settle into a routine, and Meinu, well, she was a strange one, and half the time Aisu didn't know what they were, some days it was good, and others made him want to kill her. But they made it work... The 'happy' family, and over time the façade morphed and became a half truth. The days were worst when Percival returned beaten though, because while neither him nor Meinu would admit it out loud, they cared for the boy, and seeing him return bloodied and bruised made them angry. Like tonight, Aisu knew the footsteps of an angry Meinu, and slowly made his way up from the slumber he was getting, walking to find Meinu pacing around the living room, before turning on him. He only nodded at her, knowing after eighteen years of living with the woman, that speaking to her right now would end in disaster, as he made himself comfortable and waited for his son to be ready. He knew Percy wouldn't run either way, if he planned on it, then he wouldn't return from this most days. Smiling to himself when Percy came into the room, he didn't even turn to face him. "There's a stash of alcohol hidden out in the garden, buried under the tree... I suggest not angering your mother further by making your way through that the next few days, instead of trying to steal again." Aisu wouldn't get mad at him, Meinu did that often enough for the both of them, and he would help out his son, knowing that the worst was yet to come.
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Post by Percival Ohere on May 21, 2016 22:01:36 GMT
Percival did sometimes regret being a little cold to his parents. They were to him, to be fair, on occasion. But, he wasn't really theirs, and wasn't the easiest kid to handle in the world either, some could argue raising a child as strong as Percy was would be the hardest challenge of all. Although, despite how they didn't care about his addiction, or the pain constantly rattling his brain and turning him mad, they did care about him, enough to go serious the moment they saw him actually, physically injured. Percival was taking a few deep breaths after spotting his mother glare through the window, those icy eyes of hers could almost burn, he swore. She gave him a look over, and with a few shakes of his hand, the one holding the half empty bottle, Percy shook his head. "It'sss not every time, you know... juss... jusst a few.. and this time I baaaarely walked in befffore they hit me... f... fffucking rude, right?" He slurred, trying to correct his mother on her statement. Percival always tried to be the better man in these fights, step away before it turned to violence, and yet he would still always get clocked around the face. Amusing, all of these fights, ones that Percival could win in less then a second if he actually bothered to use his powers to defend himself. He stumbled along after his mother, trying to keep steady, just to not piss her off even more. He practically rolled into the bathroom, ending up just landing in the bath tub instead, lying there for a moment before actually paying attention to his mother's words through the door. With a sigh, Percy pulled off his coat, unbuttoning his shirt too, dragging himself from the tub to throw them out. "You s.. sshould be happy, m..mother, it'ss... not like I'm b..bein' sick anymore." Percy commented on how his clothes used to be. Back when the effects of drinking were new to him, and so were they to his fragile stomach. Now he was very good at holding it down, so much so that even a solid punch to the stomach wouldn't bring any back up.
Clothes away, replaced with clean ones after his bath, Percy left the bathroom, rubbing his head slowly. Damn hot bath must have sobered him up slightly, all the memories were coming back to pester him. He winced at his father's voice, simply because it hurt his head, and blinking slowly, Percy gave his dad a little smile. "How thoughtful of y..you... but, you doo know I can just... make the stuff, right?" Percy commented, anything to talk back really. Especially considering that if Percy really could just make alcohol himself, why did he continue to push the buttons of tavern owners to steal theirs? If his father asked, the answer would be simple, anything to let Percy act like a normal, if drunk, person, for once. He walked over to a chair, slumping over it backwards, head resting on the back-rest. "F..fuck, my head."
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Post by Aisu Shirudo on May 22, 2016 20:57:37 GMT
Of course Aisu knew that Percy could just conjure it up. But it doesn't mean he has to, Aisu understood why he went out and did this as well, and made a promise to himself to actually try for once and do something with the boy after hiding him for so long... Perhaps time to introduce him to Mo and get him involved with things, if of course Meinu allowed it, that woman was a force to be reckoned with after all. "I know, and I know why you do so... Look for your mothers sake, take a few days off, and me and you can go on some hunt for game later on together... I'll even go as far to turn and take you further out then usual. Okay?" Aisu wanted to keep Percy hidden as they wanted, but knew now if they kept it up, it would either kill him, or push him away... And against everything, it would kill them if that happened. Shaking his head and getting up, Aisu created a small flat piece of ice and wrapped it in some cloth before holding it to Percy's head. "Here this should help... Now only if you got over the hangovers like you did with the sickness after drinking." It was times like this Aisu wanted to take a step back and wonder how he got here, a father to a kid... And acting like it too, not even forcing himself, then again, eighteen years would do that to someone. It also made him wonder about Kasai and Chrysos, what were they doing now? If they were even alive...
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Post by Percival Ohere on May 22, 2016 21:22:29 GMT
Percy sometimes underestimated just how well his parents knew him. When he'd shown little interest in harming others, or being ultimately destructive, they'd backed off, stopped telling Percival about his 'purpose' as much. They also let him wander around towns, seek that bit of freedom in the chaos of civilisation, rather than hold him back in this secluded area, where there was no risk of his real identity being discovered. He tried to hide the childish grin at the thought of getting a ride from his dad, he used to love flying on the back of a dragon, rather than relying on his own magic. It was a simple thrill, one that didn't go away as he aged. Hunting was also pretty fun, getting explore the wilds, letting loose some held in energy, it was refreshing. It had been, before the headaches got so bad. Nodding slightly, Percy swallowed, "You make a tempting offffer. Sss... sounds good." Percy replied, the last of his slurring coming out, as the buzz of alcohol faded.
The cold touch on his head helped a little, Percy relaxing his arms down, slumped to the sides of the chair, as his father rested the ice cube on his head instead. "Thanks." Percy muttered, before laughing a little at his dad's next comment. "Not likely, my whole life is just one big hangover, s'why I never bother to get sober." He commented, on the fact that after the alcohol faded, the headaches came back, the memories of others fighting around in his head, wanting to be known, to be remembered, to a painful and constant level. "If you could lodge an ice spike in my head, that might take off some of the headache, would get people to leave me alone too." Percy commented, a joke that was half bitter, half just gibberish formed at the end of a drunk streak.
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Post by Meinu on May 22, 2016 21:38:51 GMT
Note: Gunna have Aisu speak in this reply as wont be able to give him his own post that's long enough to be considered worthy.
Meinu grumbled the whole time she was sorting out the clothes, having ignored Percival's comments and trusted Aisu enough to make sure the boy didn't run. She had perfected the art of washing blood out of clothes early on into the new life they created raising Percival, and it didn't take long to sort out and hang stuff to dry, but she hovered a bit to chop some wood and get out her frustrations on it all. Knowing she wasn't asked to come in for more planning with Mo for a few days, and couldn't torture poor souls until then. Its was always a shame, and she knew the two in the cabin always got the blunt of her frustrations when that didn't happen. Heading back inside to catch the last of what Percival was saying, Meinu gave a sarcastic laugh. "People would leave you alone if you just stayed here... Or stopped stealing from them, not that I'm complaining about that." Against it all, Meinu did care, and always had half a mind to run into the places which beat up her son and cause issues, but knew by doing that, they would discover who he was, and it wasn't yet time for such a revelation to take place. "Come on Meinu, give the boy some space... He knows all this already..." Meinu glared at Aisu before dropping to the sofa and taking up the same position as her son. "Stay out of this Aisu, you know the risks." Percival did too, but she wasn't as strict on him for obvious reasons. Looking over to her son and 'husband' as she still wasn't sure which to class Aisu as, Meinu gave a roll of her eyes. "You stay sober for more then a week, and I will personally go sort out these debts you have Percival so that you stop getting your ass handed to you as your too nice for your own good." It was an offer, one she wouldn't make again and they both knew that. But Percival also had to know that she wouldn't let him be sly with how drunk he is, and really would have to not drink for almost the week to fit the offer. |
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Post by Percival Ohere on May 22, 2016 22:03:12 GMT
The laugh made him wince a little, mostly because of the headache, though a part from knowing how bitter his mother could be. Especially after having to work hard for the sake of Percy's drunken habits. "Stealing is such a harsh word though," Percy complained, "They just don't ask for pay before giving me the drink." Percy smirked a little, taking the ice pack from his dad and holding it himself, giving his mother a little sorry look, for a moment. "And you know it drives me crazy staying here, more than these fucking temperamental powers of mine do." He commented, shuffling around to sit even more relaxed over the chair.
He withheld a glare, when his mother shut up Aisu for trying to be supportive, and calling Percival's right to freedom a risk. Damn right it was, but hearing it made the boy angry, reminded him of what life could be like if his parents were stricter, locking him up in this place, never to see what life was even like.
The offer, that was a curious thing, making Percy frown as he thought on it. Then, he smirked a little, "And how exactly would you sort them out, mother?" Percy asked, amused by the possible scenarios he saw in his head, the most likely being mother just kicking ass, ripping any dominating ego any of Percy's attackers had left to hit him with. But, the sober for a week part, made Percy look to the ground. He felt pathetic for knowing he could never do it, far too weak to resist the pain relief drinking gave him. "And what about when I inevitably fail?" Percy asked, testing this. An offer like this was rare from mother, Percy knew it, so he'd attempt to take it, for the sake of being grateful.
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Post by Meinu on May 23, 2016 21:31:22 GMT
Meinu gave a glare to her son for the comment about stealing, it was about time he admitted to what he did.. She wouldn't get so angry at him otherwise, its not like stealing was a good thing, and in some form she respected that. But she did give an eye roll, one she would ever deny being affectionate, towards Aisu with the ice pack, Percy needed to learn and giving him access to this relief wasn't helping. Giving a glance to her son as he asked what she would do, Meinu took a fake moment to think before smirking. "Walk in, order a drink and refuse to pay. Let the bastards come to me before kicking their asses. I would then proceed to ask for another drink, if they refuse, give some friendly advice... Tell them to remember that the next time my son comes in here looking for a drink, remind them how you have already paid back your debt to them for the others." It would give Meinu some fun, and around here not many knew her face, or her role eighteen years ago, and those that did, have most likely forgotten, so it would give far too much joy. But giving a smirk to Percival and opening her mouth to reply, Aisu got there first. "Your mother wont offer this again Percy, you know this. If you fail, its most likely she will let you to it, not even bothering to help after your drunken escapades anymore, and I wouldn't really blame her." Sending a half smile to Aisu, remembering this was the reason why she could put up with him, Meinu nodded. "What your father said."
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Post by Percival Ohere on May 23, 2016 21:48:11 GMT
Percy sat up straighter, moving the ice pack to look at it for a moment. It wasn't really doing much, other than making a cold point on Percy's head. It soothed the hangover from the alcohol, but not his actual problem. No, the only way to sooth that headache was to drive a bullet through it. Although Percy didn't have such morbid thoughts very often, he used to, just before finding this solution through drinking. His parents had to admit, as much as they might hate the lying, the stealing, and dealing with their drunken and aloof son, it was better than finding him dead.
Percy chuckled at his mother's reply. "Hah, why did I even ask?" Percy replied, a smirk, a somewhat affectionate one, on his face. His mother would never change, so violent, so confident, and rightly so. And he hoped in a way, she never did. But despite how thrilling it felt to think about these thugs getting beaten up themselves, Percy knew it wouldn't change much. He'd be letting his mother stand for him, let Percy cower behind her like he was ten years old again, running and hiding behind her when something scary happened.
So after a pause, Percy smiled, eyes seeming to wake up a little more, the boy sobering up to reply like an adult. "I know, so I won't refuse it, I'd be ungrateful not to seize this chance... But... it's hard." Percy sighed, "You'll know I'll turn into an asshole for a week because of it right? Well... more so than usual. And.." Percy's smile dropped a little, "When I inevitably fail at this, at least... it will give me the chance to fight my own battles, because I know I've been hiding all this time, and I don't just mean hiding my identity, either." He explained, before sighing heavily, putting the ice pack back on his head. Life really was stressful, so many rules, so many dangers for the lost Prince, he hoped his parents understood that. And even more, he hoped he wasn't ruining their lives because of that.
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Post by Meinu on May 24, 2016 20:45:27 GMT
Meinu gave one of her rare amused smirked at the question, almost forgetting that she wasn't meant to be enjoying this... Banter with family. She left one behind that allowed that, and found herself another, closer one to the eye, and on the inside, she was struggling to believe it was all pretend as well. Sickening really. She would need to sort that soon, possibly go and fight those assholes anyways, if only to draw blood. "Why did you ask? You should know me by now." It didn't help that it was instinct to retort back though, she has spent too long stuck with these guys. Giving Percival a look of amusement and knowing, Meinu smirked. "Oh I know, but I have dealt with you as a worse asshole then this will bring, you seem to forget I put up with your bratty, ungrateful magic abusing self, and that caused way many more issues then I care to admit." She heard Aisu give a chuckle, though he tried to hide it as she regarded her son a bit more forcefully. "You've always had the chance to fight back, we wouldn't hold you back from that, just to not overuse them so your found out. Perhaps for the next week we can start up training again, give you something to be distracted by. Might shape you up into something more then a coward." Meinu couldn't always be nice, she wasn't suppose to be, it wasn't who she was, but that didn't mean she couldn't be supportive to some extent. "Again, I can take you out hunting, and hey, it is getting a little cooped up in here, perhaps we could go and train you up a bit in the middle of no where, I know the most perfect ruins for the job."
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Post by Percival Ohere on May 24, 2016 21:14:19 GMT
Percy chuckled, his mother seemed so quick to answer back, as was he. He shrugged. "I thought perhaps the... house-wife life had made you a little softer." Percy dared to tease. He teased rarely, because he knew exactly how short mother's temper was, and what happened when it ran out. He remembered everything, something regretting just how much he could remember. Percy chuckled again, but glanced to the floor. He must have been a pain, when his magic was worse, when he was young and controlling it was something impossible. He could remember causing a lot of grief, that at the time, he didn't regret, but now, just wished he could avoid.
"I'm not a coward." Percy replied, a little too quickly. He cleared his throat, moving the ice pack around, "I'm cautious, of just how many I could injure, or worse, if I actually used what I can do to defend myself." He nodded to the idea of training. The only trouble with training was that unfortunately, neither of Percy's real parents were built to be physically strong, and his diet wasn't exactly one that made him anything but a lanky kid of average height. Strength wise, Percy was feeble. If he was to learn to fight without magic, it would take a lot of effort. "I'd like to train," He stated suddenly, "Simple stuff though, using my fists and not magic of mass destruction." Percy blinked a little to his father. "What... now?" Percy asked, trying oh so hard to hide his obvious enthusiasm at the thought of training right now. He said he wanted to train, but saying he wanted to and actually training where two different things in Percy's mind. Just as much as saying he'd stop drinking and actually stop drinking were as well.
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Post by Aisu Shirudo on May 24, 2016 21:36:16 GMT
Aisu held back Meinu by a simple grab to her hand when their son called her out on the whole house wife business, he knew what sort of reaction that would get, and its times like these Aisu wondered how Meinu has yet to kill him. But he let go pretty quickly once she stopped her advancement, knowing her anger would be unleashed onto him if he didn't. And he did not want to get involved in that this time around. Giving Percy a smile at how confident he sounded, Aisu already started internally planning how he could help out when the time came, though he also began planning ways to train him up, knowing Percy would refuse against all else to use his powers if he could help it. Jumping up off the sofa, and holding a hand out down to his son, Aisu gave Meinu a look, knowing she was about to leave and get out her anger so she didn't kill Percy. "We can go out now to train if you want, just a little off though walking, I can teach you the basics of a fist fight, get you ready to learn the more complex stuff, and we can after if you want, go out somewhere and forge you a weapon to train with, if your not planning to use magic, then you at least need to know the fundamentals of a weapon fight, as most will use that or magic around these parts." But he was happy either way with Percy's choice, and at least if he learnt to fight with his fists, he would come back less bloody and broken each time around.
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Post by Percival Ohere on May 24, 2016 21:57:31 GMT
Percy did flinch back, almost falling of the chair when his mother got a little closer. His father did stop her, but no doubt she was amused by Percy's very easy retreat from trying to tease her. He'd never actually challenge his mother, or his father either. He could defeat them, there was no doubt that if Percy accepted his powers, there would be no one he couldn't destroy. But, he wouldn't accept them, which made him as weak as he was, and therefore no match for his expertly trained and lethal parents. Percy watched them both move, mother off to go vent, and father offering the boy a hand. He made a good offer, and offers were far more common place from Aisu than from Meinu, Percy knew that. So he smiled, gladly taking the hand, and hoping he'd sober up completely on the walk.
"I think a weapon would suit me well." Percy commented, "I'm no tough guy, my fists probably feel like paper, but hey, you can judge that later." He grinned, actually looking forward to this. Perhaps the father son time, more than the actually hitting things and training time.
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