[ It's odd, being back here. Percy can very clearly remember it from the dream, at least in flashes, this same market underground. It's larger now, even more boisterous, and he finds himself absently drifting through to take in the changes. He's only half paying attention to the items out on display, looking them over out of sheer habit before his attention drifts back to the space at large, the people wandering through it.
At least until his attention catches on something, and it takes him a second to consciously clarify why-- there's a pistol sitting quietly on one of those vendor tables. A very, very familiar pistol.
Percy's eyes never leave the monster behind the table as he makes his very deliberate way over, fixed on him until his conversation with another patron dies off under the weight of Percy's stare. ]
Where did you say you got these items? [ It's a very calm, even tone. It also happens to be one that tends to precede gunfire. Hopefully a cooler head might prevail. ]
ii. The Tunnels
[ No, he probably shouldn't have gone alone, but far be it from Percy to resist the urge to go exploring. He'd immediately headed for the less-used tunnels, waving off the called warnings. He's been through the Underdark, it will be fine. Nevermind he'd never done that on his own. He might have a bit of steam that needs blowing off, and the rest of his adventurer heart always wants to know what's in a place people tell you not to go.
And he is being careful, in particular keeping well clear of the tunnel walls and anything that looks like growth. He's prepared for creatures, possibly infected, possibly just dangerous. Percy is less prepared to turn a corner to find an arachne snarling at him, just enough time for his eyes to go wide before it leaps at him.
With Retort back in his possession Percy goes for the pistol first without thinking, throwing himself backwards as he aims--
--and it immediately misfires. With some vicious sounding swears, he manages to duck out of the way, backing up rapidly as he tries to put enough distance between them to fix his damned gun. Apparently it hasn't exactly been well kept.
But the arachne is still coming, and Percy can hear footsteps behind him as he continues to try to back away, either drawn by the sound of the not-quite-gunshot or something else. All he can do is glance over his shoulder and hope it's not another attack. ]
Get back!
iii. Graduation
[ It's a bit of a pity that Percy tends to tune out as soon as the word bonding appears. If he had been listening, he might have realized what the facepaint is all about, and what it means that he doesn't have any.
As it is, he seems to have attracted an eager collection of monsters looking to bond, none of whom seem particularly affected by Percy's most withering glares. ]
Not interested. [ It's not the first time he's said it. It's also not the first time he's been ignored. One of them actually laughs, as if he might be joking. Who doesn't want to bond? Come on, honored guest!
A fight might be breaking out over to the side. If it's possible for Percy's expression to get any more unimpressed, he's certainly attempting it. At least one of them has teasingly grabbed at his arm, something he has very firmly told them off for.
As the scuffling increases, a hand lands on his arm again and Percy's patience promptly expires completely. He clamps his gauntleted left hand onto the offending wrist, looks the grinning monster dead in the eye, and unleashes Diplomacy. Lightning pours out of the gauntlet, locking the monster in place for a second before she falls stunned flat.
And finally, there is a moment of quiet. ] I did warn you.
iv. Wildcard
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Percy de Rolo | Critical Role
[ It's odd, being back here. Percy can very clearly remember it from the dream, at least in flashes, this same market underground. It's larger now, even more boisterous, and he finds himself absently drifting through to take in the changes. He's only half paying attention to the items out on display, looking them over out of sheer habit before his attention drifts back to the space at large, the people wandering through it.
At least until his attention catches on something, and it takes him a second to consciously clarify why-- there's a pistol sitting quietly on one of those vendor tables. A very, very familiar pistol.
Percy's eyes never leave the monster behind the table as he makes his very deliberate way over, fixed on him until his conversation with another patron dies off under the weight of Percy's stare. ]
Where did you say you got these items? [ It's a very calm, even tone. It also happens to be one that tends to precede gunfire. Hopefully a cooler head might prevail. ]
ii. The Tunnels
[ No, he probably shouldn't have gone alone, but far be it from Percy to resist the urge to go exploring. He'd immediately headed for the less-used tunnels, waving off the called warnings. He's been through the Underdark, it will be fine. Nevermind he'd never done that on his own. He might have a bit of steam that needs blowing off, and the rest of his adventurer heart always wants to know what's in a place people tell you not to go.
And he is being careful, in particular keeping well clear of the tunnel walls and anything that looks like growth. He's prepared for creatures, possibly infected, possibly just dangerous. Percy is less prepared to turn a corner to find an arachne snarling at him, just enough time for his eyes to go wide before it leaps at him.
With Retort back in his possession Percy goes for the pistol first without thinking, throwing himself backwards as he aims--
--and it immediately misfires. With some vicious sounding swears, he manages to duck out of the way, backing up rapidly as he tries to put enough distance between them to fix his damned gun. Apparently it hasn't exactly been well kept.
But the arachne is still coming, and Percy can hear footsteps behind him as he continues to try to back away, either drawn by the sound of the not-quite-gunshot or something else. All he can do is glance over his shoulder and hope it's not another attack. ]
Get back!
iii. Graduation
[ It's a bit of a pity that Percy tends to tune out as soon as the word bonding appears. If he had been listening, he might have realized what the facepaint is all about, and what it means that he doesn't have any.
As it is, he seems to have attracted an eager collection of monsters looking to bond, none of whom seem particularly affected by Percy's most withering glares. ]
Not interested. [ It's not the first time he's said it. It's also not the first time he's been ignored. One of them actually laughs, as if he might be joking. Who doesn't want to bond? Come on, honored guest!
A fight might be breaking out over to the side. If it's possible for Percy's expression to get any more unimpressed, he's certainly attempting it. At least one of them has teasingly grabbed at his arm, something he has very firmly told them off for.
As the scuffling increases, a hand lands on his arm again and Percy's patience promptly expires completely. He clamps his gauntleted left hand onto the offending wrist, looks the grinning monster dead in the eye, and unleashes Diplomacy. Lightning pours out of the gauntlet, locking the monster in place for a second before she falls stunned flat.
And finally, there is a moment of quiet. ] I did warn you.
iv. Wildcard
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