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hydrokinetics) wrote2017-02-19 02:22 pm
hydrokinetics) wrote2017-02-19 02:22 pm
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We don't notice any time pass, we don't notice anything [W5, Sunday, Post-Execution]
[It's a few hours after the execution that Percy finds himself wandering back to the hotel. His thoughts are fuzzy and his head's clouded but his feet keep moving. It's what he has to do. The blood from Harry's head has dried on his hands and his clothes from when he tried to wipe off his hands, but that's irrelevant to him. Instead, he enters the hotel and stands in the hall to think of where to go next.
The kitchen? No, found body parts there. The bath house? No, found body parts there, too. His room? It's not somewhere he wants to go now. More than anything, he's realized he doesn't necessarily want to be alone in that space right now...so he turns for the lounge. That seems safe.
It's there he finds Noctis on one of the couches with Sara's sword and his expression twitches into something a little like happiness. It's not, but it's a sign he's better off with Noctis than others. Without a word he slowly enters the room and settles on the couch next to him, curling up a little before resting his forehead on Noctis's shoulder. Hi, friend.]
Remember when weekends used to be fun?
The kitchen? No, found body parts there. The bath house? No, found body parts there, too. His room? It's not somewhere he wants to go now. More than anything, he's realized he doesn't necessarily want to be alone in that space right now...so he turns for the lounge. That seems safe.
It's there he finds Noctis on one of the couches with Sara's sword and his expression twitches into something a little like happiness. It's not, but it's a sign he's better off with Noctis than others. Without a word he slowly enters the room and settles on the couch next to him, curling up a little before resting his forehead on Noctis's shoulder. Hi, friend.]
Remember when weekends used to be fun?
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We already know the Bounties have a bit of a history of having to keep our heads down—seems like we're all pretty willing to take out enemies if we really need to.
[though:] Circumstantially, at least.
[noct's taken down a metric asston of the imperial soldiers; those soulless magitek soldiers (ha, he still doesn't know how they make those, though) were part of his survival. but he's never made it a habit to attack real, living people otherwise. monsters? sure. daemons? absolutely. but all his fights with humans have been nonlethal to this point.
(except fuck ardyn, he'll kill that fucker when he can.)]
Makes sense that Sara was the Madame, too. She told me a bit about her life before this place... could see how she'd be good what she needed to.
[he sighs again, tilting his head a bit more—and unintentionally bonking it a bit against percy's.]
Probably more than "it was funny," but some of us probably could've been interchangeable. Bet it's for going with what will give the results they want, or something.
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Do you think all of the roles are people that have some experience with this kind of stuff then? Or are you guys and Sara coincidence? [Yuna...as the Bartender doesn't make sense, and maybe it never will, but he didn't know her well enough either.]
I don't like the idea of being interchangeable either. But since the Sheriff said you guys are just as likely to be Bandits are everybody else...it's possible.
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[of course, they don't even know all of them completely, even if they have a lot of it figured out by this point.]
Not totally interchangeable. But, um... [how does he put this?] If there's someone else here who had to keep their head down, they could've been a Bounty too. People who are similar that way, something like that.
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[Hmm. That's a fair point though.] I didn't think about it that way, but maybe it's because I'm bad about being subtle. I'd be a terrible Bounty. [A grin.] ...I don't know if that's really so great or not though.
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[by which he means they need to do their jobs—the other roles, that is.] We know what we're after right now anyway, so we just need to keep working at it.
[either way, noct pauses for a moment to think about what percy is saying.] Probably a good thing. Means you can help us without the same guidelines.
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I'm going to keep doing whatever I can to help, but you guys also have to trust me to do some of the more dangerous work around here. Since I don't have a Bounty title, it's easier for me to start scoping things out don't you think?
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[he's not going to say he doesn't—noctis absolutely trusts percy and his capabilities without very much question at all.
but it doesn't stop him from sighing quietly and voicing what he's sure the others think as well.]
I just don't want something crappy to go down when we're not all there to back each other up. [it's something of an inevitability, maybe—but the guilt that's piled on noct over time back home from being so helpless when things happen to people he cares about is only amplified in this situation that exists solely to try and break them.]
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[Trust is important. He feels better knowing Noctis will put that in his hands. However:]
There's enough of us right now that we can all at least stick together in pairs or groups. But I'm also used to working alone. Those are the risks we've gotta start taking.
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[not because he thinks percy would.
but he worries, of course. they're both capable of handling things alone (at least, at this point, noct thinks he can), but still. the more time alone, he more opportunities for vulnerability, and it concerns him.]
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...both of us have to stay alive. Sara would probably want us to, right?
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