[ the teleportation device is a marvel to percy, among several things aboard the ship. getting to witness these in action is a sight that he hasn't gotten tired of. he lingers in the entryway for a bit, watching people pair off, some of them having the whole process explained to them before they all disappear in a great flash of light while others are simply dragged in with hands grudgingly snatched up before they flash away. when the room empties from time to time between teleportation rounds, percy gets in a little closer, hand on the device, crouching down at its base as if he can maybe figure it out just by observation alone.
there's clearly no magic here, at least, that he can feel. there's a particular sensation to magic, like keyleth's (all acrid and fiery, the comfort of a bonfire) or scanlan's (strong and suffocating almost, an over-whelming whiff of some distant cologne) or pike's (like the sun on the sea, salt crusting on your knuckles, an ocean breeze filling your lungs). this isn't like any of that--bearing some kind of metallic tang to it he can't place.
he glances up at the entryway to the common area where the device has been laid out for use. ]
Fascinating... [ percy figures he may as well ask. ] If you're already on your way down, would you mind showing me how this all works?
→ T W O / HOME SWEET HOME
[ this sticker is stupid. it's absolutely stupid. it's all lies. don't believe any of it. except for the second thing. you can believe that. he doesn't really care much about that. percy fusses with his shirt quite a bit, giving the guard a very blame-filled glower before moving on down the street. he supposes his could be worse. maybe. no. these are bad. very bad. ]
Hello! My name is Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III!
Secretly, I am full of self loathing, leak smoke from my body, and flirt with grass! What are yours?
[ he scowls especially at that last bit: ] It was just the once! And I'd barely have called it flirting...
→ T H R E E / EARN SOME SILVER (OPT. 2)
[ 400 sounds like a lot.
in percy's experience it is a lot if it's silver (and he's fairly certain silver is as silver does no matter where you go).
though, in percy's experience, he's never had to do anything quite like this to get it.
which is the only reason he's standing here now like a squinty rifle pin up model, hands on his hips, bad news with its barrel holstered carefully and slung over his shoulder. he's wearing a pair of shorts that cling in precisely all of the right places, all for 400 silver, the amount of which he intends to have in his coat pockets by the end of this damn trial. if this shady prick thinks he's going to scam him, he can think again because bitch he won't hesitate to bring his firstborn son barrel first to get his due payment when it's due.
he's done a fairly decent job so far, even though literally everyone has been an absolute blur to him thanks to the fact that his glasses were tucked into his pocket as he was changing and taken... somewhere. damn it all. he's almost done, though right? right?
help a guy out... maybe he'll actually buy you a drink when this is all thought. ]
( for any other plotting shenanigans, you can hit me up on discord @ charlie#2350 or plurk @ shibes )
percival de rolo / critical role
[ the teleportation device is a marvel to percy, among several things aboard the ship. getting to witness these in action is a sight that he hasn't gotten tired of. he lingers in the entryway for a bit, watching people pair off, some of them having the whole process explained to them before they all disappear in a great flash of light while others are simply dragged in with hands grudgingly snatched up before they flash away. when the room empties from time to time between teleportation rounds, percy gets in a little closer, hand on the device, crouching down at its base as if he can maybe figure it out just by observation alone.
there's clearly no magic here, at least, that he can feel. there's a particular sensation to magic, like keyleth's (all acrid and fiery, the comfort of a bonfire) or scanlan's (strong and suffocating almost, an over-whelming whiff of some distant cologne) or pike's (like the sun on the sea, salt crusting on your knuckles, an ocean breeze filling your lungs). this isn't like any of that--bearing some kind of metallic tang to it he can't place.
he glances up at the entryway to the common area where the device has been laid out for use. ]
Fascinating... [ percy figures he may as well ask. ] If you're already on your way down, would you mind showing me how this all works?
[ this sticker is stupid. it's absolutely stupid. it's all lies. don't believe any of it. except for the second thing. you can believe that. he doesn't really care much about that. percy fusses with his shirt quite a bit, giving the guard a very blame-filled glower before moving on down the street. he supposes his could be worse. maybe. no. these are bad. very bad. ]
[ he scowls especially at that last bit: ] It was just the once! And I'd barely have called it flirting...
[ 400 sounds like a lot.
in percy's experience it is a lot if it's silver (and he's fairly certain silver is as silver does no matter where you go).
though, in percy's experience, he's never had to do anything quite like this to get it.
which is the only reason he's standing here now like a squinty rifle pin up model, hands on his hips, bad news with its barrel holstered carefully and slung over his shoulder. he's wearing a pair of shorts that cling in precisely all of the right places, all for 400 silver, the amount of which he intends to have in his coat pockets by the end of this damn trial. if this shady prick thinks he's going to scam him, he can think again because bitch he won't hesitate to bring his firstborn son barrel first to get his due payment when it's due.
he's done a fairly decent job so far, even though literally everyone has been an absolute blur to him thanks to the fact that his glasses were tucked into his pocket as he was changing and taken... somewhere. damn it all. he's almost done, though right? right?
help a guy out... maybe he'll actually buy you a drink when this is all thought. ]
( for any other plotting shenanigans, you can hit me up on discord @ charlie#2350 or plurk @ shibes )