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Post by Percival Ohere on Jul 5, 2016 21:47:51 GMT
Percy glanced back to Nanari, eyes narrowing as he saw her near crying. He quickly drew out a tissue, holding it out towards her, his face on the edge of annoyance. He didn't need her crying in here, making him feel guilty for something, or making Percy forgive her right now for the sake of keeping away those sad tears. Percy wasn't going to let up easy, he wasn't going to make this easy on Nanari, she'd broken the promise, and Percy wasn't going to pretend to be the nice guy Nanari thought he was for her sake. "I know why you did it Nanari, I've expected this moment to happen, right after you first spoke to me." He said, taking a sip, "No matter how kind people are, or if their reasons are just, they'll always betray. I was waiting for you to do something like this." But it had surprised Percy a little. He'd just begun to think that perhaps Nanari wouldn't fit the spectrum of liars and promise-breakers, but he was wrong. Still, she wasn't the worst of the bunch, not by a long way, so that was something he still considered.
Didn't stop him feeling angry and upset right now. "Good, because I don't want any part of his life. Or even meet him. If the King had not oh so cleverly given me a room with no window, I'd have gone already." Percy almost spat, swallowing down his annoyance. "I know what will happen, I know what kind of weight I have to carry now, the one I've been trying to avoid all this time. Seeing him or not, the King knows I'm alive, he knows his son is alive. I suppose..." Percy trailed off, scraping the cup slightly as he set it back down, "The damage is done now, I either see the man who made me, or try to avoid him as he hunts me down. Fine... fine," Percy added, pushing a hand through his hair, "I'll see him, once. Then I'm gone."
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Post by Nanari on Jul 11, 2016 21:33:02 GMT
Nanari tightened her fists and willed herself not to break before answering, taking a deep breath and staying calm as to not stutter as she spoke. "It wasn't like that Percy, I spent as long as I could before doing this trying to find any other way... I couldn't let you die, it wasn't an easy choice. But I held two promises to you, I had to pick the one more important, keeping you alive and safe." She wasn't going to sugar coat the slight selfishness she had in this, keeping him alive, but she was being honest about it, how it wasn't her trying to betray him just because, she had a reason, a damn solid one at that as she knew he wouldn't use his power to help himself. Giving Percy a nod, Nanari gave a smile, as small as it may be. "The king knows, none else, if you don't want to know him, he wont force you, just once so he can see who you are, it will be enough for him... And it was not intentional, I have a feeling this may have been the room you were intended to have as a child, your mothe... Emeri's choice. And Blye would not hunt you down, he would respect your decision." He would as well, holding out a hand to Percy though, not knowing if he would take it in him anger, Nanari gestured behind her. "I'll take you to him, he's chosen a secure and quiet spot where none will interrupt without earth shattering dire news. Just both say your piece and then I'll show the nearest exit that will take you away in darkness, as shown by Blye and checked for your sake." Nanari began to walk to the observation deck with Percy in tow, Blye having picked it and got guards around the area as to make sure none disturb without good reason. "Blye has a strange past, very few know the details of it all. As a warning now."
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Post by Percival Ohere on Jul 12, 2016 13:54:47 GMT
Percy pushed back the small feeling of regret at being so harsh to Nanari, but at the same time, it felt comfortable to speak his mind at last, despite how horrible it made him sound. Percy wasn't a nice person, that much he was certain of. Yes, he knew if she understood how he viewed himself, Nanari would try to prove otherwise, but it wouldn't work. Percy stole because he wanted to, he manipulated others because he knew their past, and knew how to make them like him for his benefit.
He murdered innocent people because he wanted a taste of that seemingly pleasurable violence that Peter had been driven by. He was not a good person, Nanari was, and Percy felt a little concerned that if she didn't understand soon how awful he was, Percy would draw her into his dark little life. He tried not to like Nanari, after telling the one person in this world Percy never wanted to see that he was alive, but even so, he didn't want to be the cause of her losing the light in her soul by following him. "My fate wasn't up to you." He muttered, looking away. He didn't speak again until it was time to leave, giving the room a look over. It certainly looked built for a child. A cot to one side, gathering dust, boxes that were once a bright blue in colour, now faded to a dull grey-blue tone. The kind of privileged life he could have lived here, Percy thought, if things in the past had never happened. He had no doubt that if living in this life, he would have turned out better, probably enjoyed the company of others and shy away from drinking or violence, but that never happened, and for the Percy here and now, the room made him only more annoyed.
He took the hand, not looking Nanari in the eye, however, as she led him to Blye. She'd tried to make this meeting sound simple. Just see his father, share a few words, and then leave forever. Oh so simple, and yet it was nothing like that at all. Did Nanari continue to forget what kind of fresh hell it was for him to meet anyone? Percy huffed to Nanari's last piece of advice, pulling his hand away once they reached near the room. "Oh don't worry, I'll know all the details in a moment." He muttered, teeth clenching a little, before taking that last free breath and walking up to the deck. At the side of his vision, he saw someone standing there, waiting. He looked to the ground quickly, suddenly fearing the idea of looking up. Now was the time, Percy could find out the truth, what happened in the past, why his mother was gone, why he was raised by others, why any of this cruel life had to happen. His breath already shuddered, and he spoke in the silence, "I.... I've grown to view you as a stranger, the one who killed my mother, who abandoned me. And I've been trying to avoid finding out the truth for so long, it's the one thing I fear more than anything. But now, I have no choice... I have to find out why." Percy said, blinking a little before looking up.
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Post by Blye Setai-Nushi on Jul 12, 2016 14:12:21 GMT
Blye waited patiently, trusting Nanari to see his son first, hoping she could convince him to come and see the King. Blye had the room prepared, asked his messenger to tell no one else of his previous instructions, and told all the guards to remain far from the area, and to leave be the boy with turquoise hair if they saw him. Everything was ready, for the sake of allowing Percival to feel free here, not trapped or inclined to do anything beyond his comfort zone. Apart from seeing Blye himself, the King hoped he wouldn't be too much of a burden on his son's mind. But, he have to wait and see. He stood firm, waiting patiently on the outside, terrified inside, until he flinched, hearing muffled footsteps coming up the stairs. Percy came first, gaze down to the ground. Whilst his son prepared himself, Blye couldn't help but smile both with joy and sadness. He looked so grown up, like Blye, when he was that age. Blye didn't care about the scruffiness, the poor boy had been in a prison cell for a long time, and appearance meant little to Blye anyway. It was the sunken look to his eyes, that expression of hidden pain that Percy must had perfected after so long, that made Blye a little sad. And, Percy's words. Blye knew his past might hurt to see, but he hoped it would shed some light, hopefully make him seem less of the evil man Percy had grown to see him as. He'd have to see Emeri's betrayal, and all that pain, but he'd see that Blye had no choice. When Percy finally looked up, one eye of blue and one of yellow, Blye froze in place, letting his son see. After a few seconds and nothing, Blye grew a little nervous that Percy hadn't moved, his expression was going slowly from neutral to in pain. "It's... it's not the nicest past, I know. But... at least you know now, right? I'll never forgive myself for k...killing her, Percy, but you know why I had to do it, right?"
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Post by Percival Ohere on Jul 12, 2016 14:46:30 GMT
Stop. Percy voiced in his head, feeling the walls of his mind tense in pain, clasp down around him and force him to watch. He never thought about how it might hurt a lot more than usual to look into the past of another user of Time magic, someone who skipped around time constantly. This wasn't a coherent past that Percy was watching, it was a mass of random events. Going from childhood to then a horrible event. Blye killed, unintentionally, but still his doing, a whole clan, hurting a girl with green hair in the process. Percy knew she was Emeri, his mother, from Blye's mind at the time. Then more hashed events, a war, becoming king, falling in love. There was small time, a few days, a few weeks, where Blye and Emeri seemed like a couple. Percy watched them together, watched them panic as Emeri was expecting.
Then, it happened. For no reason, Percy watched from Blye's perspective as he waited for Emeri on the same observatory tower he was meeting his father in the present. He felt the pain his father felt in his head, the sudden hit of sadness and... anger. Then, Blye struck down Emeri. Percy watched him cut into his mother, cause her to bleed slowly and painfully. They spoke a little, Blye begged her to stop? He was the one killing her, yet he sounded like it was her doing. Percy didn't understand this, one moment, they were happy, the next, this horrible moment. Blye came back from the future, apparently, what must had happened? His heart sunk, was this because of him? Was Percy's existence in this future something bad, was Blye trying to stop that by killing his mother? It wasn't clear, but it was certainly crystal clear that Blye did in fact killed Percy's mother. After she vanished, and the King dropped, there was a scream in Percy's head. Blye's past stopped completely, it became pitch black and nothing, until all of a sudden, he was burning to death, drowning in a lake.
Percy barely watched the next years, he couldn't stand to watch his father act sad for what happened. Blinking, Percy came out of it, focusing on the present, on the room. On Blye and Nanari, who watched him concerned. Percy felt the wet streak down his cheek, and rubbed it furiously away. His breath was shuddering, tears threatened to come back, but with anger Percy kept them away. "You... I-I... I don't know why." Percy stuttered, gritting his teeth, "You killed my mother, what for?" He looked confused, bewildered, staring directly at the King. Percy had no idea why. He'd wanted to avoid this truth for so long, and yet also longed to discover it. But, learning the truth just made him more confused than before. He grasped his head, feeling that mental flex around his head that squeezed his mind, tearing across and beyond the boy's pain threshold. Blye's past forced itself to be remembered, Percy stood there, hissing in pain as he saw that night again. Percy slammed a hand into his own head, for once unable to withstand this irritating pulse of pain in his mind. Before anyone could help, he glared up again to Blye. "Did you fear her? Did you want all the power to yourself? Why?" Percy asked, not expecting an answer, "How could you... act so destroyed from her death, when it was all your doing. You... you don't deserve to mourn her." He growled, features lit up as from his hand, almost subconsciously, Percy summoned a yellow dwarf. It's appearance seemed to startle his father into backing away, which made Percy almost smirk, "Oh? Did you really fear her?" He asked quietly, stepping closer, "Does that mean you'll fear me too? You going to kill me, like you did her?"
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Post by Blye Setai-Nushi on Jul 12, 2016 14:56:47 GMT
His son wasn't reacting how Blye had hoped. He looked in horrible pain, crying without meaning to. And then he spoke, and didn't stop asking questions, accusing Blye of things. It confused the King until he realised with a sunken heart, that not even the other user of Time magic could see a future that never happened. The timeline that Blye had removed by killing Emeri, Percy couldn't see it because it didn't exist anymore. He just saw Blye kill Emeri, and wasn't coping well with what he saw. Blye stepped a little closer when his son looked in pain again, only to stop as the boy grew more agitated and upset. Blye couldn't answer Percy, his throat was closed up. And, he knew Percy wouldn't believe him, even if Blye did explain it was to save the future from Emeri's rule. So he remained silent, tears drawn down his face as his son stood there and shouted hate at him. Blye did eventually gasp, and stare directly at what Percy summoned. That ball of fire, Blye knew it well, and he put a hand over his scarred face when ghost pains flickered across it. He backed away, knowing what that awful magic had done once, all the pain coming back. And Blye feared what his son could do with that too, if he would be more like his mother than Blye hoped him to be, share her sadistic tendencies as well. The flames came closer, Blye against a wall, sweating and shaking. "N-no, of course not! I... P-Percy please... d-don't use that." Blye had to ask, he couldn't answer, or focus on anything but the yellow dwarf, not even answer the question his son desperately needed answering right now. He could only see the pain that magic brought, and also, how Percy hadn't withdrawn his magic yet, and in fact, was getting closer.
Note: Enter Nanari to stop something bad from happening here.
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Post by Nanari on Jul 13, 2016 20:18:54 GMT
Nanari said nothing more to Percy as she took him to Blye, knowing there was nothing more she could say right now. And left him to go in alone with a heavy heart, knowing that she couldn't intrude on this conversation as much as she wished to be there, instead giving him a pat on the back and a small broken smile as she allowed him to enter and shut the door behind him. Nanari hovered outside, letting the guards move a little further off, she stood in silence just listening in for anything, and almost counted her blessings that's things were going fine, up until the shouting began, she let it continue, knowing Percy must have something to get off his chest, but when things turned silent all of a sudden, dread set in, and she didn't even hesitate to rush in. She never spoke as she saw what happened, rushing in front of Blye and looking to Percy with pleading eyes. "I wouldn't Percy, its not worth it." He would have to go through her to get to Blye, anything that happened... Percy would know this isn't how he should deal with it, knowing the consequences. She didn't let her fear show, burying it deep within, but for the moment, seeing that power, she felt it to her very core.
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Post by Percival Ohere on Jul 13, 2016 20:41:02 GMT
Percy could tell Blye had some history with this magic. It was obvious that he feared it, and those scars across his face and across his heart, they were no doubt caused because of it. Anyone would common sense could tell that there was more to the tale of Percy's parents, but he couldn't concentrate right now. He just saw a man he hated, cowering in front of him, and it felt good. Percy wondered how scared he'd continue to look if the star got closer, if it touched his scarred skin, would he cry out in pain? Percy knew his father couldn't possibly understand why Percy wanted to harm him, or what kind of battle was going on in his mind right now, he could never face death with the save of face that Percy's mother had done. He'd not realised how much he'd lost himself until someone came between Percy and the King, he had to pull back a little to not move into her, which gave Percy the chance to look away from his father, and up to Nanari. One look at her, focusing on what he was about to do, made Percy's breath shudder, his hands fall limp, yellow dwarf hissing as it vanished. He took more steps back, almost stumbling. "No... none of this was worth it." He muttered, turning and running before anything could be done to stop him. He took off down the stairs, out the door, and down the nearest corridor he could find, to the closest door. It lead to a room shrouded in darkness, thick and old curtains covering the window up, and a layer of dust over everything. Another unused room. Percy shuffled around in the dark for a corner, slamming his back against it once found, and dropping to the floor. He drew his knees up to his chest, and tried to breath, struggling to do anything beyond a quick gasp. It wasn't the thick air in here making it hard to breath, it was trying to remember himself beyond this new memory, trying to feel like Percy, and not like Blye, the moment he'd killed his mother. It was a devastation on Percy's heart, the sorrow Blye felt now a part of him, and his own sorrow. He never wanted to believe his gut feeling, when he'd lived to believe his father was a killer, and finding out he was right, it didn't make things better. Percy felt worse than he'd ever felt before, just now realising that all along, all this time, he'd hoped his father was a better man than the one he'd grown to expect. But he wasn't, and now the murdering King Blye just wanted to forget, was stuck in his head forever.
Percy couldn't recall when he started screaming, but once he finally focused on his own mind rather than the new memories, he was wailing. Tears down his face, hands over his ears and head pressed into his knees, crying and yelling to try and release some of the pain, unable to stop himself even at the possibility of it drawing attention.
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Post by Blye Setai-Nushi on Jul 13, 2016 20:50:34 GMT
Blye was too relieved when someone came between him and his son, grateful to Nanari to step in. He dared not think what would have happened if she'd not stepped in, what Percy might have done. He looked far too much like his mother just then, the need to hurt in his eyes was terrifying, even if he was being drawn to tears by whatever grief this was all causing him. Once Nanari spoke, Percy's intense glare broke, as did he need to harm, and his magic. It all faded, this wall of anger, and it left a broken boy, that made Blye's heart hurt as he saw. He couldn't speak, find any words to say to his son that might help him now, and he did nothing as Percy ran away, even knowing he could, if he chose to. Blye sighed, which turned into half a sob, before pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm so selfish... to think that seeing him would have been a good thing, now I know why he's wanted to hidden all this time." Blye mumbled, pushing himself off the wall, giving Nanari a weak smile. "Could you, go to him?" Blye asked, glancing to the stairs, as from them came a muffled, but still clear cry. Blye winced, "He needs someone, and I feel like only you can be that someone... please, I... I fear he might drink himself to death tonight, if left alone." Blye asked, and he didn't say that as a guess, his future sight told him of something horrible to come very soon, something he wanted to avoid.
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Post by Nanari on Jul 13, 2016 21:30:57 GMT
Nanari dropped her stance and almost cried at seeing the broken expression on his face, and took a few steps to run after him before pausing. Should she chase him? Or would it make things worse, especially after his outburst. She almost decided to stay here, until Blye asked her to follow, she knew she should, but it still took a few seconds of listening to his muffled screaming to nod and begin her quest to find him, though with the crying it wasn't hard. "He doesn't understand Blye, not everything, not yet, let it sink in and he'll come around, give it time. Just don't expect him back for a while." It was the only help and advice she gave Blye before running off after her friend, finding him not five minuets later in an abandoned room that had yet to be sorted out. Nanari took a few hesitant steps before sitting next to Percy and taking his hand. "There's more to the story then what anyone knows. Even his closest friends. This isn't me trying to defend whatever he did to make you hate him so... But know there may be more to this then you can imagine. Look, I know your broken up about this. So I'll get you out of here once you have calmed down a little, I wont expect you to come back, and I'll make sure Blye doesn't expect it either. But please, let me stay with you tonight, let me help you through this pain."
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Post by Percival Ohere on Jul 13, 2016 21:54:06 GMT
It broke his voice, made him very obvious, but the screaming did keep Percy as himself at least. He tried to reason with himself as to why this all made him so emotion. Perhaps it was the build up of it all, or how he was expecting something else. Perhaps this was Percy mourning his mother, someone he'd never met. He'd only seen her through Meinu's past, but that had been very little. In Blye's past, she was crystal clear. Percy stopped screaming, his cries becoming much quieter now. That's right... Looking through Blye's memory, Percy got to see his mother, back when she was in a clan, with a family, when she'd been young and graceful. She never seemed like the kindest soul, but Percy didn't expect that in a mother. Still, he'd seen his mother, what could have been, if she'd not died. When Percy moved a little, leaning his head on his knees, and opening his eyes, he noticed the one next to him, quickly looking away. Though, he didn't resist when Nanari took his hand, perhaps he was just too used to her doing so now. His head shook slowly, and he hiccuped a little before thinking on talking rather than sobbing. "I don't want to know. I never wanted to know." He muttered, "Can't you understand why I never wanted to come here, Nanari? I didn't want to know what happened, I didn't want the truth, living a lie might have been hard, but at least it wasn't... this." He breathed heavy, pressing his head once more to his knees, into a ball of sadness that wanted none of this grief around him. "I never knew my mother, only a glimpse of what she looked like... Now I've seen her die, from his eyes, I had to watch a mother die that I never knew, it's more than painful, Nanari." He answered calmly, before giving Nanari a long look, into her strong eyes. They could show sorrow or worry, but they were never broken from it, Nanari's eyes were tough like that, she was tough. And Percy usually appreciated that. For now he sighed, "Then, take me out of this place, please?"
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Post by Nanari on Jul 14, 2016 20:29:41 GMT
Nanari gave Percy a sad smile before shaking her head. "You convinced yourself you didn't want to know. But trust me, it would have eaten you up inside not knowing, not doing this and living in fear of it." But Nanari did understand, and she knew know that while it was better he did know, it may have been better under different circumstances. Giving a tight hug to Percy, and kissing the top of his head in comfort, Nanari had something more to say on the matter. "I've heard the stories of your mother, and honestly, none are great, but I can understand why you feel like that. I know it must hurt, but understand there's more to this then you know. See from others eyes who she was. Nick would know, as would my uncles... You can learn more about her now, its opened up doors you didn't have before..." It was something, especially with Nick, as he was the one back then to all but know for certain what happened. But Nanari wouldn't force it, instead she stood up and offered out her hand. "Come on then." Nanari lead him to the kitchens, through a door marked as 'cleaning' and into a trap door, a route made to help people escape if it was ever needed, before both snuck across the room and into the pantry, moving a shelf to the corridor out of the building. "Here, its just down the hall and into the woods, there it will be easy to run without anyone seeing or being able to follow."
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Post by Percival Ohere on Jul 14, 2016 20:54:34 GMT
It was eating him up right now, a pain he'd never dealt with back when he didn't know. For a long time, the only pain Percy felt was from his powers, or the punches he'd receive. He'd fear knowing the truth about his real parents, but not as much as he hated it now. Percy wondered if he'd even thought so much about his real father before meeting Nanari, have her mention it to him, and his gold eye watch her for a moment, focusing on this girl Percy had grown attached to. And right now, he was considering if meeting her had really been the best idea. Letting her close, had that been a good idea too? He didn't focus much when Nanari mentioned his mother. He knew she wasn't the best person, she'd probably killed, she'd certainly harmed Blye once, seeing his scars. But, Percy had hurt people too, and with Meinu as his foster mother, he wasn't expecting his real mother to be a saint or something. He didn't speak again, he was still locked in the awful debate about knowing this girl before him. He remained silent as Nanari led him through all the trap doors and secret passages, until daylight was in his sights. Then, he took a deep breath, pulling his hand away from Nanari's. She turned around confused, and kept that expression, frozen in place. Like everything else as Percy froze time. "I'm sorry, Nanari." Percy muttered, pushing passed her to slowly walk away. "I can't be with you tonight, or anymore nights. I know the truth now, but it's not what I wanted. Then again, for a my whole life, I've never known what I've wanted. This world forces us to choose what we want to do, and when we don't know, it ruins us. My parents always tried to convince me to stop believing in the world, until now, I've always refused. But I get it now, I get what they were trying to say. Why bother believing in a world where trust hurts more than lies?" He sighed, stopping a few paces from Nanari. He didn't know why he was still talking, it wasn't like she could hear like this, but Percy carried on all the same. "A part of me thinks it might be worth going back to that night in the Tavern, stopping myself from seeing you. In fact, I really don't know what's stopping me from doing that." Percy added, turning and leaving. He did know what stopped him, but never worded it, even in this frozen silence. Instead, Percy continued walking, out of Sora, down to Rycora, to the home his parents had, only then did he restart time, and he never looked back.
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