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Post by Percival Ohere on Jul 19, 2016 20:29:42 GMT
Scorpio was a good decoy, and strong enough of all the spirits to go against Mo. Percy was grateful to the spirit for staying back to allow Percy's escape. The boy ran out of Kurrayami, completely lost to these new lands. He had no idea where the entrance he and his parents had come from was, and right now it was just red desert before him. The wound on his side was gradually bleeding still, and it stung like the worst kind of burn. It made running hard too, which is why Percy stopped once he was sure he was far enough away. It took a little while of searching to find a gap in the land, leading to the sky below Dranar. Percy dropped down, keeping himself in flight, focusing on not losing consciousness, or freaking out too much. Because he could have a panic attack right now, very easily, if he let himself. The air rushed by, and he didn't stop until something came into focus. It was the last place he'd want to be right now, but Percy knew he was being hunted, and he also knew Sora was the safest place right now. He didn't think even Mo was reckless enough to take on the Human kingdom. He aimed for the roof, landing harshly and almost stumbling right off the top. Righting himself, Percy took a few deep breaths, sitting down on the tiled roof of the moving castle. Eventually he got up, after looking around, and finding a suitable window. Inside was one of the empty rooms, left unused.
He looked for any kind of bandages, eventually settling for an old, blue-ish curtain, wrapping it tight around his wounded stomach. Then Percy just stood there, staring at the floor, for a good few minutes, listening to the pulse in his head. That had been dangerous, running from a true danger like that, Percy wondered if he could have just killed Mo like he did Peter, but then removed that thought. He didn't ever plan on using that powerful Time magic again. Percy swallowed, hoping for a moment his parents were alright, but he couldn't bring himself to go back and check. So he just left the dark and dusty room, opening the door quietly to look around. The corridor was empty, and silent. Percy slowly crept out of the room, trying to remember where he was, and failing miserably. He didn't know this place, and refused to use his father's memories to help. So he just looked for the first room that wasn't covered in dust. He found one, and it was certainly a bright comparison. It was a wardrobe, of sorts, that took up the space of an entire room. Inside were all sorts of clothes, many of which were vibrant in colour, and very flamboyant. Percy didn't want to think of who owned the room, hopefully not his father, and hopefully someone of the female gender. Percy didn't care too much, the room was perfect for hiding in, which Percy did, pushing past the rails of clothes to huddle in the back of the room.
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Post by Nick on Jul 19, 2016 21:07:37 GMT
Nick had been running ragged trying to organise the festival, just like every year, the food, the drinks, the music... The costumes, the performances... And setting everything up for the ball, making sure it perfect, if only in memory of the one known as Onrah, who he heard had a knack for this kind of thing. But so much work did take its toll on him, and even Nick was found sweating and tired enough as to not cause issues by the end of it all, up until the festival of course. Today had been going over the performances and making sure they had everything needed in time, Nick having to go as far as to offer one of his own costumes for someone as their new female lead got a bit jealous and ripped the original outfit. The poor soul. So this was how Nick found himself going into his wardrobe... Well room of clothing as he made sure to get a floor of his own to upgrade... Including a giant walk in wardrobe because he could. He didn't expect the trail of blood though, and knew something must be up. Following the trail to his more unused clothes and moving it out the way, Nicks eyes widened at the sight, knowing exactly who it must be. Blye the Bastard, why didn't he tell him? "Percival.. Alive and well? Well slap me on the back and tell me I'm straight... Blye and me will be having words about this as he never told me... Or not..." Nick could see the blood soaked cloth and shook his head. "No good hiding in a closet my boy, come, come." Dragging him t his feet, regardless on what the other wanted, Nick dragged him to the sofa in the room and searched a nearby drawer for a first aid kit. "After everything people have been through, I have one of these in every room, so your lucky to have hit my floor. Though a wound like this does belong to someone like Tenshi or Nanari, if you want to get technical about it." Nick would be good, this being his best friends son, but he most certainly wouldn't not be himself. "You know its scary to see both your fathers and mothers eyes in you.. And the hair, just my god boy, you take after two very attractive people, though of course the woman of the two didn't really interest me. Your father though... Has his issues, but is a good man, a very good man." Looking to the boy as he was speaking and sorting out the wound, he realised he hadn't actually introduced himself yet, or giving the boy to say anything. Jumping back slightly, Nick held out his hand. "Nick Sinat at your service. Second in command to Blye and male extraordinaire. I also keep some pretty heavy secrets so no worries, you being here is strictly between us." |
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Post by Percival Ohere on Jul 19, 2016 21:28:02 GMT
He was almost asleep, unintentionally, but right now his body didn't want to cope with the stress. Not to mention Percy was certain the wound was either infected, or Mo's claws were poisonous of some kind. Or perhaps he was just freaking out, either way the claw marks hurt a lot more than he'd expected- they weren't even that deep. He breathed heavily, head against the back wall, body curled up to make him as small as possible. A part of Percy wished he could stay here forever, he felt safe, uncomfortable, but safe. He knew he couldn't be physically hurt here, which was probably why Percy's mind wanted to just shut down and recover. He almost glared when someone appeared, their sudden voice waking him up from the rest. Percy looked straight at the guy, and his eyes were bewildered for a new reason. This man's history was... interesting. Certainly not the kind Percy came across often, it was hardly even painful, just, really really odd and in some ways uncomfortable. Percy didn't talk, he in fact turned his head planning to ignore the man, until he was pulled up to his feet, yelping from pain and feeling his side. It was a lot more blood soaked than he was assuming it to be. Percy dropped down onto the sofa, watching the man curiously now, since sleep wasn't going to happen anymore. He chuckled bitterly when he mentioned Nanari. "I can't go see her again." He mumbled, before giving the man a frown. He'd never been... flirted with by a guy before. He assumed that was what was happening, considering he knew what kind of guy this man was. Percy brushed a hand through his hair for it being simply mentioned, ruffling it back to the usual curls, before continuing his frown. "Everyone keeps telling me that. That Blye is such a good guy." Percy muttered, before sighing. He supposed he needed to get over his problems with the King a little. Percy did want to stay here now, just for the sake of being protected.
He took the hand, smiling weakly. "I know who you are, as well as your history. I am his son after all. And I'm not here secretly, I want... I want to stay here. I just hid in here for now because, well... it's been hard."
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Post by Nick on Jul 19, 2016 21:41:51 GMT
Nick regarded Percy about not wanting to see her again. He assumed Nanari, and was curious as to what happened, not many didn't want to see her, as Nick was often chasing people away on Hanes behalf whenever she was around the castle and people flocked into see her, but didn't ask on it, not his place right now, he would just get it off his self proclaimed niece later. And Nicks eyes widened before laughing at what Percy had said he knew. The poor kid, things he must have seen. "So Amelia and my awkward discovery of me being into dick? I still feel terrible for that by the way. The Drewitt twins? I mean, they were freaking crazy, but the good kind... Very possessive and hands on as I remember. Mackie and his glorified magic, my god I miss that man... Oh I'm sorry for that awkward image you must have got of Blye, I swear I didn't mean to walk in while he was showering, I was just looking for something I knew he had. Tell him nothing, he doesn't actually know..." Nick felt a little bad, but hey, ho, what were you going to do about it? Though Nick did then raise an eyebrow before smiling to who he could consider a godson of sorts. "So your here secretly then? I'm assuming you don't want your father to know... Because none hide In the back of a closet if they intend to be found. Look, you can stay in one of my spare rooms, I have my own kitchen and everything, so its not like you have to see anyone if you don't want. I do all my own cleaning and such, not really liking living like a royal member... So none actually come on this floor. Or I'll stick a sock on my door if I have a 'friend' round... But with my work on the festival at this moment, I don't even have time for that..." Nick finished wrapping up the wound as he spoke, not bothering to ask what caused it, before giving another smile. "It's going to need constant supervision and if it gets worse I will need to call someone... Tenshi will be willing to hide you here if it comes to it, I wont force you to see Nanari if you don't want."
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Post by Percival Ohere on Jul 19, 2016 22:10:10 GMT
Percy just hoped Nanari wasn't around looking for him after his disappearance earlier. He didn't want to see her right now, have to explain himself because if she came in crying there was no way he could lie or be silent. Percy actually smiled a little more when Nick took the past-sight as a comical thing. He should be damn well happy that Percy was old enough to not be traumatised by that kind of stuff. "You've had a busy life." Percy replied simply, smiling a little more. "Did you know the one thing that makes my father's magic different from mine is that I also retrace other's emotions too? So you understand how fucked up your past is making me? Usually it's all depressing and I'm used to it, but... how could you be so freaking happy for so long?" Percy asked, still smiling. He was grateful it was only simple emotions he felt, and all of Nick's past wasn't making Percy feel anything different. Percy chuckled a little, before pushing his hands into his eyes, "But oh boy that image of my father isn't going to leave anytime soon."
Percy's hands dropped down, one hanging over the side of the sofa, and he watched Nick work. "He can know. This is the only place I can be safe right now, and since it's his castle and I'm sick of being a secret, he can know. I came in here because I wanted to be alone for a bit first. Of course I never expected to be found, and then get enough visions of that, to honestly feel a little dirty right now." Percy explained, smirking slightly before looking at his wound. It hurt a little, but seemed to be calming down now. "Thanks, I just need it covered for a day then I can heal it myself." Since he'd already summoned Scorpio today, Percy couldn't use the Taurus invocation until tomorrow to heal like before. "I'm not sure if you even care or not, but I'm not look for a family reunion coming back here. Blye might be my real father, but I don't want him as a parent. In fact recently I wanted nothing to do with him, but... right now I need his help and I can't expect him to give it to someone who hates his guts. If you could let him know that I'm here, but to leave me alone for a day, that would be nice." Percy stated, before covering his eyes with an arm and sighing, "Oh gods now I sound like royalty. Sorry."
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Post by Nick on Jul 21, 2016 12:07:13 GMT
Nick gave out a boisterous laugh... How was he so happy? Nick didn't really know himself, he had his ways to ignore the things that had hurt him, or made him unhappy, that's all there was to it really. "I keep in mind that things only make you unhappy if you let them, so I find ways to ignore the bad. Flirting with your father is one of them, and the other kings. My conquests, busying myself with other things I guess... I don't really know." Nick gave a smirk to Percy, he had no shame, nor felt really bad for what Percy saw... It was his own mind, Percy could just deal, he was big and old enough. "Or the others I'm guessing... That being if you can see fantasies too, because oh boy. I am so not sorry for that... Maybe the rope one... And the one involving a doughnut... But that's it." Nick gave a nod, before smiling and laughing again... Yeah, Percy better get use to it, because Nick really doesn't hold back when he starts, and boy the things he could tell the poor kid. But Nick would respect his wishes. Well most of them... "Look kid, I'm not going to lie. I could care less if you want a family reunion or not... You can push Blye aside as a parent all you want, hell its not really my place to tell you otherwise, but you can be damn well sure you now have an Uncle or whatever looking out for you." Nick had to say it, and he wouldn't let Percy have a say on the matter. "But I wont tell him your here, that's something you need to do, but I will be with you when you do, and you can decide how long you want to be here in secret as to not rush yourself. Heal up, take some time to get to know the grounds or whatever. Your not a little kid, and I sure am not going to treat you as one... For the most part." Nick crouched beside the kid, before ruffling his hair. "Hell if I care how you sound. I don't follow 'royalties' wishes anyways if I don't want... So speak away however you want, don't expect me to bend to your every beck and call though. Not even Blye can make me do that..."
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Post by Percival Ohere on Jul 21, 2016 12:43:40 GMT
Percy thought on it. Not a bad way to get through life happy, he could only wish to have some of Nick's optimism. Unfortunately that wasn't how Percy's mind worked, and it wasn't going to change any time soon. And he knew he couldn't just do the flirting thing that Nick seemed to do to occupy his mind. Percy chuckled a little more when Nick didn't stop, almost intentionally trying to burn the kid's ears with his sexual blabbering. "I've seen the past of everyone I see, believe me, I've seen a lot of that, you might not even be the worst out there." Percy replied, giving Nick a smirk, wondering if the man might feel competitive about being the most 'outgoing' man alive. It seemed Nick could appreciate where Percy stood. On a level where everything was his choice, and others should stop caring about what he chose to do or not do for the sake of not wasting their breath. An Uncle wasn't a bad thing, the kind of family that wasn't serious, and in fact was considerably the opposite of serious in Nick's case. Percy gave him a look, before half smiling. "I don't really know if I want an Uncle, certainly not a filthy minded one." He jested. If it was really going to be Percy explained to Blye that he didn't want any part of a family with the King, then he wasn't doing so without something else. After having his hair ruffled, and then correcting it, Percy carefully sat up, sighing loudly. "Alright, then any chance you know the closest place I can find a drink?" Percy asked, "If I'm not a little kid, and if I'm going to have to talk to him myself, I'm not doing it this sober."
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Post by Nick on Jul 21, 2016 13:05:04 GMT
Nick gave a gasp before grabbing Percy by the shoulders. "Looks like me and you need to prepare an outing to find these people... No way are they going to be 'worse' then me.. I must steal their secrets..." It was all in Jest, but Nick did feel a slight pull towards actually doing so as to prove Percy wrong... This is what Nick was good at, and hell if he would fully sit back and let that go to waste. But that was long since forgotten at the thought of him not wanting an Uncle, and Nick held a hand to his heart and forced tears to come to his eyes. "You wound an old man... I'll have you know that I would make the greatest Uncle out there, simply because its me... And to think we were getting along..." Nick went to turn around before giving a laugh and re-ruffling Percy's hair, shaking his head and giving a laugh. "I thought you said you have seen peoples memories?" Gesturing for Percy to follow, Nick lead him down the corridor to an old wooden door and opening it. Nicks proudest room, his party room, a room filled with decorations and pillows and curtains and all sorts, and at the very back, just right of his stage, stood the bar, fully stocked... Enchanted stock, as Nick paid heaven loads for this. "This enough? Look, go nuts, but I have to say, this is my personal stock, so you can have some but please don't drown me out of my own party maker liquid... Or replace it when your done. And when your ready, I'll break out my good stuff and we can both have a few drinks before facing Blye. Sound good to you?" Nick knew the signs of someone who knew his alcohol, and what he could drink... Even if Percy was an alcoholic, Nick would stick by his words of Percy being old enough... He's just hoping that he would do as asked and not drink it all.
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Post by Percival Ohere on Jul 21, 2016 13:27:11 GMT
Percy's eyes widened a little at the sudden contact, before they relaxed, and he smirked. "Well if you ask me nicely, I'll show you right to them one day, or even tell you their secrets myself, they're up in here somewhere." Percy replied. He knew his joke would get to Nick a little, and make him play along with it. "Oh would you? We'll have to see about that." Percy mumbled, his smile dropping as Nick messed with his hair again. He waited until Nick turned around before tidying it again, smiling to Nick's back. "Oh I know exactly where it is, I just wanted to make the old many feel useful." He explained. He knew from Nick's memories, the one's he wasn't trying desperately to push back, that Nick did in fact have a very interesting room on this floor. The room itself wasn't what Percy focused on, despite how bright it was, full of things, and he didn't want to think on how those things were used, especially the stage and the pillows. He did, however, want to know everything about the bar, smirking as soon as he saw it. Nick explained how this room would work, and Percy chuckled a little. "Alright, you're becoming a more ideal Uncle now." He said, before walking inside, looking the bar over, scanning the collection of drinks. He almost hesitant at first to take something, it was usually no big deal for Percy just to help himself, but for a moment he'd paused, glancing back to Nick. Oh how Percy could run this bar completely dry if he wasn't holding back, but a part of him didn't want to take this man's stuff. Not because he didn't want to think of where it had been, but because of Nick being so genuine, and easy to like. But, naturally the alcoholic soon got over that, picking something that would be strong to anyone who wasn't such an alcohol sponge by now. He'd use a glass at least, not just down the bottle like usual. Percy poured a glass, looked to Nick, then poured another. "I approve of this room, don't be surprised to find me here often. Just... just don't bring any friends up here without checking first." Percy suggested, chuckling before taking a sip of a liquid he'd sorely missed these last few weeks. What with being in prison then immediately seeing his father and then being chased by a Dragon.
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Post by Nick on Jul 21, 2016 13:46:50 GMT
Nick gave Percy a look before smirking. "Oh, I'll be sure to get them secrets one day. And your damn right I would have, someone tells you no? I say yes just because. Just understand you may not have an innocent mind when I'm done with you." Nick rolled his eyes and didn't give a response as he showed the room, before realising exactly what he did and laughing. "Told you, I'm clearly the best and you better not forget it, because regardless you now have me in your life, good luck, you will need it..." Oh he was so going to be killed by Percy, this was his room after all, he can invite whoever he wants, whenever he wants... Nick doesn't have to tell anyone if he's inviting someone up here. Heading to the bar himself, gave a little whistle at Percy's choice in drink before pouring one himself and looking for a bottle in particular, giving a whoop when he found it. "Try this one next... It really does burn the back of your throat... Just don't drink it all at once... Its one you drink in small portions at a time." Nick knew what was good and what wasn't when it came to alcohol, and often was on the hunt for new stuff. "Oh, and let me know when your in here. I told you this is the party room, and I normally don't think to let people know if I'm coming in... If you see something you don't like. It'll be your fault." Giving Percy a wink and then proceeding to ruffle his hair again, Nick took a sip of the drink he poured himself. "Oh if you find the large whiskey bottle, that sort of buried for years look to it with no label, don't drink it... Its my specially made one and my favourite, one of a kind."
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Post by Percival Ohere on Jul 25, 2016 21:04:20 GMT
Uncles were easy, because Percy didn't feel obliged to be overly good for them or anything, he was just himself. It was Nick's choice to force himself into Percy's life, and the boy was just allowing it by not really caring either way. It didn't mean he'd not reap from the benefits of having Nick as an Uncle, his cunning words, and his bar from heaven. Percy had his drink, and seeing as Nick was taking care of his own, Percy didn't mind helping himself to a couple of glasses of the stuff. It was like gold down his throat, and the kick was just getting to his head, and it was soothing like nothing else. He took note of the new drink Nick found, giving the label a read, snorting a little. "You haven't seen me drink, old man." Percy replied with a smirk, taking large sips of his glass. He grumbled when Nick wasn't going to make promises, before tipping the rest of his glass down, going for the second. "I see many things I don't like. Good thing I have a magic that lets go back in time, if only it got rid of those memories too." Percy replied, shrugging his shoulders. He placed his glass down, looking now to the drink Nick advertised, "Alright, let's see if you have good taste. If this doesn't give me a good enough buzz, you can say good-bye to being the world's most... ambiguous lover." Because the secrets Percy had seen others use wouldn't come out if he wasn't impressed enough by his Uncle. It could be said that Percy knew how to push to have things his way. Percy took a bit more than just a sip of the stronger drink, and it did impress him to start, the burn down his throat was nice, and it got more pleasing the more he waited. He was quickly getting back into his comfort zone, into the right frame of mind to talk to his father again, and that talk was going to be an interesting one.
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