Post by Percival Ohere on Jun 21, 2016 20:21:57 GMT
Note: Takes place possibly a few weeks after meeting Nanari's parents. This is just a thread of nightmares really. For Percy, and for the one writing this xD
Percy had fallen comfortably into a routinely life now. Although it felt strange to admit so, and feel so comfortable in it. He spent time with Nanari, after working willingly long shifts in the Tavern. They'd talk, learn more about one another, and after a while, Percy stopped expecting Nanari to change or do anything bad like he assumed she would, being a person. He trusted her, almost completely, and it was hard to admit so.
It was also extremely hard to endure what Angus continued to do to him. Every time their eyes met, Percy knew to expect perhaps an hour later, one of Angus's lessons. The boy was getting used to using violence as a means of getting his message through to Percy, he was getting comfortable in his own routine, just like Percy was with his. This aspect, being beaten up for little reason, Percy also saw as an inconvenient part of his own routine. As was the part where Percy kept these little 'meetings' a secret from both Delilah, Nanari, and his own parents when they occasionally asked him. So many secrets in his life, Percy was growing sick of them.
But he'd stopped caring too much, all due to the help of a little light in his life. Talking to Nanari, even if it was literally just talking, seemed to help. It seemed to spark some sense of faith in life in Percy, enough for him to decide to just grin and bare all the other grief in his life.
It had been the case, something set into the mind of the stubborn Prince as he trudged on through each day. Reality had a way of hitting someone in the back though, one way or another. And once it had hit, everyone spiralled from there, until there was no more room for such things as faith or belief. Percy walked home, it was dark, his legs ached from work, and for once he wanted to skip out on drinking and passing out for a warm bed at home. He'd gotten probably halfway through the outer ring of Baransu, through the district of the town well known for it's lowlifes. Percy used to recall this place as his pit-stop before getting home, where thugs or those he owed money to would find him and deliver him some lessons. He'd not been here in a while, so was debating on whether to expect a lesson tonight. But rather than that, he heard a voice. Female, around his age, voice broken as she pleaded through tears. "P-please! I... I-I just want to go home! I mean no t-trouble!" She begged, it made Percy frown, but woman and men being assaulted on these streets by the less than kind was commonplace. He aimed one foot forwards to press on, before a voice answered the woman, and it made him stop. "Awwh come one darling! You know I just... Just want some company." The voice was gruff, older, almost a constant growl. Percy found himself turning around, making a beeline for the voices, stopping in the street it took place, looking down towards the woman, against a wall. And near her, a looming figure, bald head, plump, thick brow and greasy face. It was Peter, the brute who owned the Tavern. In the dark, Percy went unnoticed for now, and he contemplated what even compelled him to come here, knowing just how strong Peter was, in comparison to Angus, Percy doubted he could withstand Peter's punishment for more than a day.
"Me and my young friend, we just want some company is all." Peter growled again, and... speaking of Angus, Percy's eyes widened as from the shadows, he joined Peter's side, a grin on his face, a new darkness to his eyes. Angus, helping Peter, the man he used to hate with a passion. Had... Had Percy provoked this? Angus clearly liked Nanari, and perhaps, seeing Percy with her, seeing her loyalty to Percy rather than to him, perhaps Angus had withdrawn to this sort of level. After all, a violent man going through heartbreak was easy to manipulate by a man like Peter.
This situation didn't bode well for Percy, like it did that poor woman. He was outnumbered, and certainly couldn't do much to get out of this situation if he chose to enter it, but even with that clear in his usually cowardly mind, he swallowed, and took a step forward. His glare was on Angus, who's eyes soon looked up, were momentarily surprised, then angry as Percy approached. "So this is your answer, huh Angus? Can't get the girl, so you terrorise others? Beat me up?" What was he saying? Percy couldn't understand why he was venting this right now, but couldn't stop himself either. "She'll never love you Angus, not for this. In fact, I'd think hating you would fit the bill more." Percy spat. His words seemed to echo across the now silent street, both Angus and Peter staring at him now. Angus with a glare, Peter with a smirk. In silent, the three stared at each other. But then, Peter took a few steps closer, Angus on his heel. The woman, tear-soaked and scared, looked back and forth from this development, and seized the chance to run. Peter didn't give her even a glance, his eyes set on Percy like a hungry wolf now. Percy swallowed, taking a step back for each step made towards him. Well shit, Percy and his sudden heroic words, what good they'd get him now. He supposed that one woman was alright, but he certainly wouldn't be. A black eye from someone like Peter was just a souvenir, Percy knew what the older man could really do. And if Angus was seeing the creep as a role-model now, it meant there were two versions of Peter to deal with, and things didn't bode well for Percy now.
"Why look... it's Percy." Peter purred, predatory grin on his face. "The drowned rat that Delilah likes to keep like some little pet... you're awfully far from home now, aren't you?" He continued, voice so calm it almost hurt Percy's eyes, made blood rush to his head as panic set in. Peter had that impact, total control of a situation with his tone of voice, and brute strength of his actions. Percy felt something against his back, a wall. He breathed heavily, watching Peter and Angus come closer, now both smirked. Angus hadn't said a word yet, he'd said plenty enough to Percy over the last month. "I can't keep it a secret anymore Angus..." Percy tried warning, but any resolve he had began to waver, "If you do this, Delilah will find out. She'll find out." Percy tried to reason.
Angus finally huffed, "Maybe, but she'll still be mine. Peter's taught me how to get what I want. Besides... you won't be telling anyone, Percy." Angus mumbled, and one of his fists lifted, hitting into the side of Percy's head, making him lose balance. In the stun, Peter attacked, punching him twice in the gut. It impacted deep, making Percy grunt twice in pain, whispers of pain as the wind was knocked from him. It took a moment of blinking and lolling his head to focus a little more, and grasp his stomach as it heaved in pain. He placed his hands across his front, and felt something warm... something wet, begin to run down them. Percy blinked again, confused, looking down to see crimson pour from his stomach, from two deep puncture wounds. He looked up, to the knife Peter had in his hand. The words Angus had said began to sink in, and then Percy truly panicked. He saw the knife come again, but his blue eye flashed, and the knife froze in place, as did both Peter and Angus. The world froze around him. Percy pushed himself off the wall, stumbling around the pair, back onto the road. Blood was still spilling profusely from the wounds, and Percy would barely walk let alone run, but he had to escape. Hide somewhere at least, before his magic wavered and time continued. He managed to drag himself into an empty house, still partly destroyed and left in ruin. He clambered into the first room, slumping against a wall. Percy wheezed as he lifted a hand to check it, the entire thing, from wrist to fingertips was covered in blood now.
Percy had one counter to this, as he began to mutter the soft, ancient words. And then slightly louder, "I-Invoke... Taurus's Endurance." Percy said, and a divine, bluish light surrounded him. The same sort of celestial mist that made up the constellation's when they were summoned, but this time directly around Percy, in the slight shape of a bull. The magical power invoked from Taurus was used to endure wounds, and was as close to a healing spell as Percy had. He used it, and slowly the two puncture wounds resealed. By the time the invocation ended, they'd only just healed, the skin on the surface was red and very painful still. But, Percy wasn't bleeding out at least. He only had a moment's rest, closing his eyes, letting the fear sink in, that Peter and Angus were trying to actually kill him now. Once the moment passed, Percy's eyes flew open as he heard wood creaking, footsteps across the front porch outside. He'd struggled to his feet, at the moment Angus had charged quite literally through the front door, slamming into Percy, dragging him back against the partly rotten wall of the front room. "Got a lot of pesky powers, don't you Percy?" Angus asked, teeth gritted. "Didn't think to stop that little blood trail though, did you?" Percy struggled for breath, feeling the skin around his wounds become tempted to tear apart. Angus noticed the lack of bleeding, and growled. "Did... did she teach you healing magic?" Angus muttered, almost the hint of sadness to his furious face. Percy tried to shake his head, but Angus didn't let him. With a slam of his fist, Percy wretched as Angus tried to punch the wounds open again. One popped open, and he lifted his fist to punch the other. But, as Angus brought his fist forward, Percy reacted for once, he put a free hand in the way, and summoned a Yellow Dwarf. Instead of hitting skin, Angus thrust his fist right into the burning sun, crying in pain and backing away as it almost charred his hand completely into black charcoal and dust. In immense pain, he dropped Percy, who barely managed to hold himself up, and Angus crawled away, to the side, staring bewildered and... scared over to Percy. Seemed he didn't deal well receiving pain as much as he did giving it. Percy got a moment to recover, before there was a whistling noise.
And then a thunk! As Percy was knocked back into the wall, a long, thin throwing knife, now embedded into one shoulder, close to his neck. Startled, Percy clamped down on his tongue from the pain, seeing Peter now enter the room, looking to Angus, then to Percy. "What kind of little creep did Delilah let into my Tavern?" He spat, before walking closer, grabbing the hilt of the blade in Percy's shoulder and twisting it. "I could push this down, sink it into your little heart. Or... I could spare you." Peter explained, and Percy's breathing halted for a moment, looking up at Peter confused. The man smirked, "You'll make a perfect toy of mine Percy, and maybe one day I could teach you to get what you wanted, with those powers of yours, it would be easy!" Percy just stared in silence. Used. He was going to be used. Always used. This was it, the moment Percy relied on his powers to keep himself alive, someone came along, and with greed on their mind, wanted to use him. He could laugh, if a knife wasn't embedded near his neck. Life really was so typical, as Percy had once predicted. Who had convinced him otherwise again? Oh yes, Nanari. Kind and sweet Nanari.
Perhaps after today, even she'd see the reality of Percy's existence.
Percy shook his head, hissing up to Peter as he made an attempt to grasp the knife and pull it out. "Like I'd ever follow shit like you, Peter." He hissed. He didn't have to remove the knife, Peter did it for him. And with a smirk, and no words, he went to drive it down about six inches into Percy's heart. Of course, he didn't ever do so. With a spark of magic from Percy's blue eye, perhaps more than he planned to use, given how little stability he had right now, Percy sent a wave of Time magic forward, in a cone. Everything in front of him aged rapidly, by thousands of years. Peter, in less than a second, stopped moving, and then a second later, turned to dust, completely disintegrated. Percy's eyes dropped, exhausted, bleeding, but relieved Peter was gone. Then he heard Angus cry in fear, and then multiple other cries in front of him. Percy looked up.
Everything in a line before Percy, for about half a mile in range... was gone.
Houses, either completely or partly, had been turned to dust, along with anyone inside them. Others, in surprise of this sudden moment, were all crying in shock and fear. As was Percy, tears dropping from his face at this scene... what he'd just caused in less than a second. The tears didn't last long, he was already losing consciousness, he had just enough willpower left to hear someone get up, call desperately for guards to help, and then another word that remained with Percy as he passed out... Monster.
Percy had fallen comfortably into a routinely life now. Although it felt strange to admit so, and feel so comfortable in it. He spent time with Nanari, after working willingly long shifts in the Tavern. They'd talk, learn more about one another, and after a while, Percy stopped expecting Nanari to change or do anything bad like he assumed she would, being a person. He trusted her, almost completely, and it was hard to admit so.
It was also extremely hard to endure what Angus continued to do to him. Every time their eyes met, Percy knew to expect perhaps an hour later, one of Angus's lessons. The boy was getting used to using violence as a means of getting his message through to Percy, he was getting comfortable in his own routine, just like Percy was with his. This aspect, being beaten up for little reason, Percy also saw as an inconvenient part of his own routine. As was the part where Percy kept these little 'meetings' a secret from both Delilah, Nanari, and his own parents when they occasionally asked him. So many secrets in his life, Percy was growing sick of them.
But he'd stopped caring too much, all due to the help of a little light in his life. Talking to Nanari, even if it was literally just talking, seemed to help. It seemed to spark some sense of faith in life in Percy, enough for him to decide to just grin and bare all the other grief in his life.
It had been the case, something set into the mind of the stubborn Prince as he trudged on through each day. Reality had a way of hitting someone in the back though, one way or another. And once it had hit, everyone spiralled from there, until there was no more room for such things as faith or belief. Percy walked home, it was dark, his legs ached from work, and for once he wanted to skip out on drinking and passing out for a warm bed at home. He'd gotten probably halfway through the outer ring of Baransu, through the district of the town well known for it's lowlifes. Percy used to recall this place as his pit-stop before getting home, where thugs or those he owed money to would find him and deliver him some lessons. He'd not been here in a while, so was debating on whether to expect a lesson tonight. But rather than that, he heard a voice. Female, around his age, voice broken as she pleaded through tears. "P-please! I... I-I just want to go home! I mean no t-trouble!" She begged, it made Percy frown, but woman and men being assaulted on these streets by the less than kind was commonplace. He aimed one foot forwards to press on, before a voice answered the woman, and it made him stop. "Awwh come one darling! You know I just... Just want some company." The voice was gruff, older, almost a constant growl. Percy found himself turning around, making a beeline for the voices, stopping in the street it took place, looking down towards the woman, against a wall. And near her, a looming figure, bald head, plump, thick brow and greasy face. It was Peter, the brute who owned the Tavern. In the dark, Percy went unnoticed for now, and he contemplated what even compelled him to come here, knowing just how strong Peter was, in comparison to Angus, Percy doubted he could withstand Peter's punishment for more than a day.
"Me and my young friend, we just want some company is all." Peter growled again, and... speaking of Angus, Percy's eyes widened as from the shadows, he joined Peter's side, a grin on his face, a new darkness to his eyes. Angus, helping Peter, the man he used to hate with a passion. Had... Had Percy provoked this? Angus clearly liked Nanari, and perhaps, seeing Percy with her, seeing her loyalty to Percy rather than to him, perhaps Angus had withdrawn to this sort of level. After all, a violent man going through heartbreak was easy to manipulate by a man like Peter.
This situation didn't bode well for Percy, like it did that poor woman. He was outnumbered, and certainly couldn't do much to get out of this situation if he chose to enter it, but even with that clear in his usually cowardly mind, he swallowed, and took a step forward. His glare was on Angus, who's eyes soon looked up, were momentarily surprised, then angry as Percy approached. "So this is your answer, huh Angus? Can't get the girl, so you terrorise others? Beat me up?" What was he saying? Percy couldn't understand why he was venting this right now, but couldn't stop himself either. "She'll never love you Angus, not for this. In fact, I'd think hating you would fit the bill more." Percy spat. His words seemed to echo across the now silent street, both Angus and Peter staring at him now. Angus with a glare, Peter with a smirk. In silent, the three stared at each other. But then, Peter took a few steps closer, Angus on his heel. The woman, tear-soaked and scared, looked back and forth from this development, and seized the chance to run. Peter didn't give her even a glance, his eyes set on Percy like a hungry wolf now. Percy swallowed, taking a step back for each step made towards him. Well shit, Percy and his sudden heroic words, what good they'd get him now. He supposed that one woman was alright, but he certainly wouldn't be. A black eye from someone like Peter was just a souvenir, Percy knew what the older man could really do. And if Angus was seeing the creep as a role-model now, it meant there were two versions of Peter to deal with, and things didn't bode well for Percy now.
"Why look... it's Percy." Peter purred, predatory grin on his face. "The drowned rat that Delilah likes to keep like some little pet... you're awfully far from home now, aren't you?" He continued, voice so calm it almost hurt Percy's eyes, made blood rush to his head as panic set in. Peter had that impact, total control of a situation with his tone of voice, and brute strength of his actions. Percy felt something against his back, a wall. He breathed heavily, watching Peter and Angus come closer, now both smirked. Angus hadn't said a word yet, he'd said plenty enough to Percy over the last month. "I can't keep it a secret anymore Angus..." Percy tried warning, but any resolve he had began to waver, "If you do this, Delilah will find out. She'll find out." Percy tried to reason.
Angus finally huffed, "Maybe, but she'll still be mine. Peter's taught me how to get what I want. Besides... you won't be telling anyone, Percy." Angus mumbled, and one of his fists lifted, hitting into the side of Percy's head, making him lose balance. In the stun, Peter attacked, punching him twice in the gut. It impacted deep, making Percy grunt twice in pain, whispers of pain as the wind was knocked from him. It took a moment of blinking and lolling his head to focus a little more, and grasp his stomach as it heaved in pain. He placed his hands across his front, and felt something warm... something wet, begin to run down them. Percy blinked again, confused, looking down to see crimson pour from his stomach, from two deep puncture wounds. He looked up, to the knife Peter had in his hand. The words Angus had said began to sink in, and then Percy truly panicked. He saw the knife come again, but his blue eye flashed, and the knife froze in place, as did both Peter and Angus. The world froze around him. Percy pushed himself off the wall, stumbling around the pair, back onto the road. Blood was still spilling profusely from the wounds, and Percy would barely walk let alone run, but he had to escape. Hide somewhere at least, before his magic wavered and time continued. He managed to drag himself into an empty house, still partly destroyed and left in ruin. He clambered into the first room, slumping against a wall. Percy wheezed as he lifted a hand to check it, the entire thing, from wrist to fingertips was covered in blood now.
Percy had one counter to this, as he began to mutter the soft, ancient words. And then slightly louder, "I-Invoke... Taurus's Endurance." Percy said, and a divine, bluish light surrounded him. The same sort of celestial mist that made up the constellation's when they were summoned, but this time directly around Percy, in the slight shape of a bull. The magical power invoked from Taurus was used to endure wounds, and was as close to a healing spell as Percy had. He used it, and slowly the two puncture wounds resealed. By the time the invocation ended, they'd only just healed, the skin on the surface was red and very painful still. But, Percy wasn't bleeding out at least. He only had a moment's rest, closing his eyes, letting the fear sink in, that Peter and Angus were trying to actually kill him now. Once the moment passed, Percy's eyes flew open as he heard wood creaking, footsteps across the front porch outside. He'd struggled to his feet, at the moment Angus had charged quite literally through the front door, slamming into Percy, dragging him back against the partly rotten wall of the front room. "Got a lot of pesky powers, don't you Percy?" Angus asked, teeth gritted. "Didn't think to stop that little blood trail though, did you?" Percy struggled for breath, feeling the skin around his wounds become tempted to tear apart. Angus noticed the lack of bleeding, and growled. "Did... did she teach you healing magic?" Angus muttered, almost the hint of sadness to his furious face. Percy tried to shake his head, but Angus didn't let him. With a slam of his fist, Percy wretched as Angus tried to punch the wounds open again. One popped open, and he lifted his fist to punch the other. But, as Angus brought his fist forward, Percy reacted for once, he put a free hand in the way, and summoned a Yellow Dwarf. Instead of hitting skin, Angus thrust his fist right into the burning sun, crying in pain and backing away as it almost charred his hand completely into black charcoal and dust. In immense pain, he dropped Percy, who barely managed to hold himself up, and Angus crawled away, to the side, staring bewildered and... scared over to Percy. Seemed he didn't deal well receiving pain as much as he did giving it. Percy got a moment to recover, before there was a whistling noise.
And then a thunk! As Percy was knocked back into the wall, a long, thin throwing knife, now embedded into one shoulder, close to his neck. Startled, Percy clamped down on his tongue from the pain, seeing Peter now enter the room, looking to Angus, then to Percy. "What kind of little creep did Delilah let into my Tavern?" He spat, before walking closer, grabbing the hilt of the blade in Percy's shoulder and twisting it. "I could push this down, sink it into your little heart. Or... I could spare you." Peter explained, and Percy's breathing halted for a moment, looking up at Peter confused. The man smirked, "You'll make a perfect toy of mine Percy, and maybe one day I could teach you to get what you wanted, with those powers of yours, it would be easy!" Percy just stared in silence. Used. He was going to be used. Always used. This was it, the moment Percy relied on his powers to keep himself alive, someone came along, and with greed on their mind, wanted to use him. He could laugh, if a knife wasn't embedded near his neck. Life really was so typical, as Percy had once predicted. Who had convinced him otherwise again? Oh yes, Nanari. Kind and sweet Nanari.
Perhaps after today, even she'd see the reality of Percy's existence.
Percy shook his head, hissing up to Peter as he made an attempt to grasp the knife and pull it out. "Like I'd ever follow shit like you, Peter." He hissed. He didn't have to remove the knife, Peter did it for him. And with a smirk, and no words, he went to drive it down about six inches into Percy's heart. Of course, he didn't ever do so. With a spark of magic from Percy's blue eye, perhaps more than he planned to use, given how little stability he had right now, Percy sent a wave of Time magic forward, in a cone. Everything in front of him aged rapidly, by thousands of years. Peter, in less than a second, stopped moving, and then a second later, turned to dust, completely disintegrated. Percy's eyes dropped, exhausted, bleeding, but relieved Peter was gone. Then he heard Angus cry in fear, and then multiple other cries in front of him. Percy looked up.
Everything in a line before Percy, for about half a mile in range... was gone.
Houses, either completely or partly, had been turned to dust, along with anyone inside them. Others, in surprise of this sudden moment, were all crying in shock and fear. As was Percy, tears dropping from his face at this scene... what he'd just caused in less than a second. The tears didn't last long, he was already losing consciousness, he had just enough willpower left to hear someone get up, call desperately for guards to help, and then another word that remained with Percy as he passed out... Monster.