thebadnews | psl | percy + caleb

KILL THE PAST

[After the business with the Briarwoods, all Percy wants to do is put as much distance between himself and Whitestone as possible. At least he is assured by Cassandra that the city is safe in her very capable hands, so he feels less terrible about departing. It's not nearly as bad as leaving Vox Machina behind with nothing more than a goodbye note. He knows that if he had to face them in person to tell them that he wants to leave, he will never be able to do so.

And he needs to leave. The Briarwoods may be as good as dead, their plan thwarted, but Ripley got away. He has to be better, stronger, smarter. And even though Orthax no longer has any power over him, Percy still fears of what could happen if he loses control again. He hurt his friends and he needs to ensure nothing of that nature happens again. Not to mention, if his paths should ever cross Ripley's unintentionally, he would rather not let his friends get caught in the crossfire. Again. This is his business, they need not be involved.

He isn't sure how long it took him to get to Rexxentrum, or how the idea came to him to venture here in the first place. What he does know is that it's far away from Whitestone and has at least one place he can visit to seek out more knowledge. The problem, of course, is that the city is a lot larger than he anticipated and he has no idea where to even begin to ask for assistance. After wandering around aimlessly for what feels like an hour, he finds himself in the Shimmer Ward. It feels strange to think that now with Whitestone back under the care of his lineage, he technically does have a place with the nobler folk, yet he still can't shake all those years he's spent with barely a coin to his name.

Finding a place to stay for the long haul seems like a good idea, and so he starts looking around for an inn, or any place with rooms available for rent. Paying more attention to the signs on each buildings than where he is going, it's only a matter of time before he ends up either colliding with someone or tripping over his own two feet.]

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[Caleb nods, looks around like he's looking to see if he forgot something. A faint whine comes from his pocket before he quietly shh-es it again with a gentle pat and hand hovering over it.

Yes, this will be all right, he thinks. Whoever this guy is, he seems at least on the up and up. If not, Caleb can run and leave the room to this guy. Pretty much no real loss but the gold he paid for it.

He nods once and motions for him to follow. Down the hall and up one set of stairs, checking the room numbers and unlocks number 3. And it's barebones. Something between a bed and a cot, a single side table, and not much else.]

This will do.

[So far, all Percy can say about Caleb is that he's a very strange man, as far as first impressions go. But strange is not necessarily a bad thing, as Percy can probably say that most, if not all, of Vox Machina all had their oddities. To the average person, Percy probably appeared strange right off the bat, what with his stark white hair and choice in weaponry.

He follows Caleb to the room, trying to keep his eyes straight ahead, lest he attract any further attention. Already, he feels like he has taken a big risk in telling Caleb about his intentions, the last thing he needs is for anyone else to follow them and eavesdrop.

The room that Caleb leads him to isn't much, but it isn't much different from what he has dealt with while traveling with Vox Machina, save from there usually being two larger beds split amongst a few of them. Once his eyes have swept the room and the door is shut, Percy feels safe enough to pull out the sketches he made of the weapon that he intends to build, unraveling the scroll across the bed and placing a couple of items from his bag to keep the scroll from unraveling while Caleb inspects it.

The scroll reveals a gun that looks similar to The List, only he is hoping to improve upon the rate of the gun jamming on him, with the addition of the Seeking enchantment to help ensure that if he ever came face to face with Ripley again, there would be a near zero chance of missing.]

I had a weapon like this before, with enchanted barrels. But that was elemental damage, I know not whether an enchantment like Seeking would stick.

[With the door closed, Caleb moves to the bed, carefully opening his coat pocket a little wider so a ginger tabby cat hops out and mews at him. He gives the cat a one pet over his head before Percy is rolling out a parchment scroll.

Well. That certainly is interesting.]

What does it do?

[The sudden appearance of the tabby cat takes Percy by surprise, and he jumps back with a yelp. When he recognizes it as a cat - at least by its initial appearance - he relaxes a little, though shoots Caleb an inquisitive glance, curious as to how he managed to sneak such a creature inside the inn without anyone noticing.

A beat passes before Percy realizes that Caleb is asking him about his weapon design and so he remembers the point of this secretive meeting and returns to the matter at hand.]

It's a ranged weapon. You load it with bullets and gunpowder, and when you press the trigger, it creates a sort of chain reaction so that the bullet is fired out of the barrel with such speed that it lodges itself into its target.

[He realizes he probably is not making any kind of sense, but a proper demonstration would be a bit difficult to do here in this room.]

[He looks over the plans while stroking that cat's head and down its spine, free hand to his chin in thought. It's interesting. New. All mechanical and not magical in the least. Not Caleb's expertise at all.]

The potential to be quite damaging.

[Percy takes it as a win when Caleb doesn't make an excuse to leave, or immediately try to talk him out of this. He knows it's crazy, to want to make something even more dangerous than before.

But desperate times call for desperate measures, apparently.[

Very. That may be the point.

[The List might be destroyed, Orthax might not technically have a hold on him anymore, but he feels like there's still a cloud around his heart, like a hand is still clenched around him, pulling the strings. Or maybe the darkness had been within him all along and Orthax merely gave him a push.]

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