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percival ([personal profile] thebadnews) wrote2000-04-10 09:31 pm
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psl | percy + caleb






[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.]