Post by percival grayreme on Oct 15, 2019 12:17:06 GMT
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come out upon my seas cursed missed opportunities am i a part of the cure or am I part of the disease
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Percy can't believe it. Waking up as early as 7AM is still too late to catch the an Eluvian Mirror on time, as he finds it clogged with a sea of people. "Aw, man, really?" the Leviathan complained. "Is there any other way to go to Mirrorlight Metropolis quickly?!"
Which is answered by several murmurs of 'I don't know,' and 'maybe the trains?' and a really energetic 'the paint war is starting in five minutes, this is the quickest way.' But Percy is at the dead end of the line--well, there is not even a line, just a crowd agitated to get to use the Mirror.
Percy sits on top of a sealed green bucket, with his chin on his palm. There's only five minutes left, and he can't possibly squeeze through the crowd to make it in time, what with his paint buckets. He just wants to get into Mirrorlight Metropolis...
With or without paint.
He just have to make it through...
And so he does. Completely abandoning the buckets, Percy squeezed himself through the crowd until finally, finally, he makes it upfront, surrenders the ticket and slipped through the enchanted mirror...
Without his paint buckets. A few questions are asked and Percy knows now that he is required to present his paint to participate. He tries bargaining for someone to lend him paint, but all to no avail.
Lips jutted out in disappointment and exasperation, Percy leaves the registration scene. One minute of walking away, Percy turns to see if someone has taken pity of the poor boy, but nope. Okay, then, that's the final straw.
"Fine!" Percy yells at the blue lined with skyscrapers.
The sky says nothing but the birds squawked at him.
All his plans are abandoned, which consists of joining the paint war, winning the paint war, and getting the prize. Bummer.
As if it's fate that Merlin himself is making it up to Percy for the inconvenience the young witch should have foreseen, a paper flies straight to Percy's face. When he removes it and reads it, it says "BIG DISCOUNT FOR SATURNALIA FESTIVAL! FREE DRINKS AND SNACKS FOR A MINIMUM BET!" which is totally shady if one would ask Percy, but it doesn't matter.
This time, he makes a beeline towards the so-called 'Lourdes Saloon of Luck.' The paper asks, in bold letters, 'What's your lucky color today?'
@jail
Which is answered by several murmurs of 'I don't know,' and 'maybe the trains?' and a really energetic 'the paint war is starting in five minutes, this is the quickest way.' But Percy is at the dead end of the line--well, there is not even a line, just a crowd agitated to get to use the Mirror.
Percy sits on top of a sealed green bucket, with his chin on his palm. There's only five minutes left, and he can't possibly squeeze through the crowd to make it in time, what with his paint buckets. He just wants to get into Mirrorlight Metropolis...
With or without paint.
He just have to make it through...
And so he does. Completely abandoning the buckets, Percy squeezed himself through the crowd until finally, finally, he makes it upfront, surrenders the ticket and slipped through the enchanted mirror...
Without his paint buckets. A few questions are asked and Percy knows now that he is required to present his paint to participate. He tries bargaining for someone to lend him paint, but all to no avail.
Lips jutted out in disappointment and exasperation, Percy leaves the registration scene. One minute of walking away, Percy turns to see if someone has taken pity of the poor boy, but nope. Okay, then, that's the final straw.
"Fine!" Percy yells at the blue lined with skyscrapers.
The sky says nothing but the birds squawked at him.
All his plans are abandoned, which consists of joining the paint war, winning the paint war, and getting the prize. Bummer.
As if it's fate that Merlin himself is making it up to Percy for the inconvenience the young witch should have foreseen, a paper flies straight to Percy's face. When he removes it and reads it, it says "BIG DISCOUNT FOR SATURNALIA FESTIVAL! FREE DRINKS AND SNACKS FOR A MINIMUM BET!" which is totally shady if one would ask Percy, but it doesn't matter.
This time, he makes a beeline towards the so-called 'Lourdes Saloon of Luck.' The paper asks, in bold letters, 'What's your lucky color today?'
@jail
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