Thread:ThisIsXenon/@comment-32273133-20190603230926

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Whoever it is, they’re pissed.

“Percival Thamus, I know you’re in there!” they yell. “Open the goddamn door!”

No answer. The person pounds on the door again.

“I’ll kick it down myself if you don’t open it!”

There’s the sound of a key scraping in a lock, then a new voice. “Keep your pants on, Bex. I can hear you.”

“Taking your time, aren’t you?” Bex snarls. “Classic Percy.”

“Listen, it’s been a helluva morning,” The door swings open, and there’s Percy, standing in the doorway. He’s shirtless and his hair is smoking.

“Your hair’s on fire,” Bex crosses their arms.

“Yeah, I noticed,” Percy pinches out a flame. “It does that sometimes. Earring?”

“Red,” Bex replies. “Thanks for asking.”

“Hey, I’ll do anything to avoid being punched in the face.”

“Ooh, why don’t you stop existing,” Bex hisses. “That’ll help a lot.”

“Why are you so mean to me?”

“You know why.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Percy waves a hand. “You two are over dramatic. Speaking of, where’s Trin?”

“Oh, you’re so funny,” Bex jabs a finger at him. “Really. A right joker. But I’m not fooled for a second. I know you’ve got them in there.”

“Bex, what the hell? Trin’s not here.”

“Lies—“

“I’m serious!” Percy says, taking a step back as Bex balls her fists. “I haven’t seen them since that night you two stayed here, two years ago! Promise! Virali can vouch for me!”

A new voice calls, “He’s right. Trin’s not here.”

Bex is silent for a moment, then she screams “FUCK,” as loud as she can and punches the side of the tower. Percy flinches away from her.

“They’ve been missing,” Bex says. She wipes her eyes. “They’ve been missing for three months and no one knows where they are.”

“Damn,” Percy murmurs. “I’m sorry.”

“I hate to do this,” Bex continues. “I hate to do this and I’m going to regret saying this.” Percy’s face lights up. “I need….” Bex grimaces. “I need your….Ineedyourhelp.”

“What was that?” Percy smirks. “I didn’t hear you.”

“I need your help, you son of a bitch,” Bex snaps.

“Oh, I’d love to help!” Percy says. “Except my tracking spell book mysteriously disappeared that night two years ago and I have no idea where it is.”

Bex glares at him. As slow as she can, she reaches into her bag, and takes out a battered book. She hands it over to him.

“Wow, aren’t you great at finding things, milady,” Percy flips through the book. “Where was it?”

“Stop being so fucking smug and find them already,” Bex mutters.

“It’ll take me a bit,” Percy slams the book shut. “But I’ll let you know when I get a lead. Where can I find you?”

“East Forengard forest,” Bex replies. “I’ve been living with Zib’s people lately.”

“That’s why there’s a twig in your hair,” Percy reaches to take it out. Bex’s eyes widen, and she grabs his arm and judo flips him before he can touch her.

“Aaaah!”

She unsheathes her katanas and points them at his throat.

“You keep your bitchass fingers off of me, understand? I don’t care what magic shit you say you can do to help, if you touch me, I end you.”

“Cool,” Percy says, putting his hands above his head. “It’s a deal.”

She lets him up, and when he stands and leans on the doorway, she reels her fist back and punches him in the face. He cries out and staggers back, and she slams the tower door in his face.

These people seem colourful. Do you dare approach? 