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Percy Everett | 33 | Power Negation | Anchor to Philippe Delacroix

[kingofkeigan]

Coward’s Move I Evan and Percy

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kingofkeigan·:

Evan rolled his eyes at Percy’s words. He wasn’t going to fool him. No, he wasn’t going to get off the hook that easily. “You ran away in the night,” Evan said, point blank. “Is there any world where that doesn’t make you a coward?” He got close to Percy, getting in his face. “You were too afraid to face me so you ran.” 

He took a breath, stepping back. As much as he wanted to there was no way he was causing a scene at the royal wedding. That was negative press that he didn’t need. “A simple explanation would do. ‘Hey, Evan. I decided to fuck off somewhere else because I’m bored,’. See, easy?” He felt like a child, sixteen again hurt after his beloved football coach stole away into the night. 

Percy kept his stoic appearance. Even when Evan came so close. He let the King explode on him, taking it before even thinking about saying something. Evan clearly didn’t know the real story. The story in which the late king, his father, played the role. At the ranting Evan, Percy just took in the image of the boy who had grown up so much in the years past. It even made him smirk a tiny bit, which he quickly stopped before that would be used against him, too.

“Evan..” Percy started, calmly. Not many people would get the sincere and calm tone after having gone off on him like Evan just did. “I don’t think you know the whole story.” He said. “I didn’t leave. And definitely not out of boredom.” Percy assured him. “After it became clear that I have... powers, your father...” He paused for a moment. “Asked me to leave. Right away.” ‘Asked’ was a very bold embellishment. “He told me that he would explain to you why.” Judging by the reaction, Percy guessed he didn’t do that.

[pajaentrecolegas-archive-deacti]

The Emperor’s New Groove (2000), dir. Mark Dindal

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sambxnson·:

Sam was someone who very much depended on their friends. Their mother had died when they were thirteen, their father worked long hours. People like Alice and Percy had given Sam the support they needed as they struggled through adolescence, had helped them learn that it was okay for them to be who they were. Kept them from doing anything that was way too stupid and risky- or at least, tried too.

Percy’s job, the side he chose. It felt like a betrayl, it had cut Sam deep. They weren’t gonna pretend not to be pissed about that. “Or I’m just brave as fuck.” Sam pointed out, chuckling into their glass as they took a sip. It was funny- they barely registered the burn of it these days. Felt a lot like the build up in their throat as they warmed up to scream something down. “Yeah. Well.” They shrug, arms folded on the bartop as they look straight ahead, not at him. “You took a shitty job and stopped talking to me. So, y’know.”

A very thorn in his eye. It wasn’t Sam as a person, but rather the situation he put them in. While Percy would be the very first to come to his own defence, breaking their bond was hard on him and he had a big part to play in that. For a time, it was Liam Gray who he had blamed at first. Seemed like an easy target, since it was his politics that he didn’t agree on that persuaded them to his side. Over time, he began to notice that his own political mindset played a part, as well as losing the faith and loyalty of yet another place he’d call home.

If Sam ever got where Percy was coming from, siding with the Delacroix family, he didn't know. How could they? He never opened up about his dark mind and his broken soul. “I prefer that.” It was a weak attempt to soften up towards them. More drinks were necessary for this conversation, and he already motioned to the bartender. “I needed that job.” He defended himself. “I just couldn’t talk to you after you decided to join Gray.” It stung. Being on opposites sides did, as well as them siding with the person who wanted to destroy everything Percy had worked for. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something. But he closed it again. Percy couldn’t bring himself to ask whether or not they had a part in the King’s death, even though Liam’s group wanted the family gone. “So here we are.” The air between them was filled with tensioned, both sipping and staring ahead.

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darknesscfivy·:

Ivy chuckled as he began to speak, but hearing the latter, she lips stretched into a wider smile. “You’d be one of the first to admit that. At least openly. Many ostracise me because of it, of darkness. I find it tedious, but if I’m fully honest, also amusing. Seeing their horror as blackness surrounds them. It’s honest, the primal fear of the dark and all that lurks within. Still, no matter how awesome, people still fear me because of it. Hate, as well.” She paused, when he started to talk again, and she found herself nodding in understanding, and agreement. “They’ll always fear and hate what they can’t control. And they can’t control us, or our powers. Darkness and negation, it frightens them, as it should. And we alone can wield our powers. It’d drive anyone else insane.” Ivy chuckled then, as he cleared his throat. “I think it’s because you can actually talk to someone who has shared experiences about this. I’ve also opened up more than it’s usual for me.”

Percy offered her a sympathetic smile. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s scary as fuck. But as someone who has some experience with powers that frighten people, I’ve learned to look beyond the first impression.” Out of all the Saints that Percy knew, Ivy was the only one who he could connect with about these things. She understood. He tried talking it over with Aurora, back when they were together. But how could the one with angelic power began to understand what he was going through? “It does.” Percy sighed. “They don’t appreciate the value of it and the complexity of wielding these forces.” He agreed with her. For him to be constantly not using his power, took effort. Everything was reversed for him. He didn’t had powers, he took them. He didn’t have to put in effort to use them, he had to put effort in it to not use them. Percy was one fucked up Saint. “It really is.. nice.” He looked at the fair haired woman. “Thank you. I feel like I can... breathe again.”

[kingofkeigan]

Coward’s Move I Evan and Percy

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kingofkeigan·:

Date: July 24th, 2019

Location: Royal Garden

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The royal wedding. Evan had come to pay his respects to the new king and queen. Not to mention it was another excuse to continue the talks with Jean Pierre of an alliance between their kingdoms. Still, today he would give him peace. 

So he wandered around the garden, sipping on wine and chatting with various important people of Athos. They were boring but nevertheless he’d plastered a smile to his face as he talked about their children or careers. Every once in a while someone would subtly or not so subtle suggest marriage with either their daughters or in general. Evan would politely avoid the question, asking them in turn about something else. The lengths people would go to to social climb were hilarious. 

He was in the middle of a conversation with some middle ranking gentleman when he spotted him, standing on the edge of the garden. At first he thought his eyes were deceiving him but as he excused himself to get closer he realized he was correct. Percy Everett, in the flesh. His first instinct was to hug him but he held himself back. He had to maintain his decorum. Not to mention the fact that he was angry with him.

“It’s a coward’s move to run away,” He said, approaching Percy from behind, a blank look on his face. “But I’m sure you know that.” 

With Philippe being busy at the citadel, making preparations for the ceremony of his future king and queen (and former colleague), Percy was dispatched elsewhere. He was on tasked with keeping an eye on the castle in general, helping the younger anchors if necessary. The gardens were a nice break from the big hallways with decorations that sometimes were too much for him to bear. As he wandered through the garden with his usual opaque expression, greeting the lords and ladies with a nod, he was quite surprised by the familiar voice that spoke in the void beyond his sight. 

Percy hadn’t thought about the, now, king of Keigan in a long time. Given how his employment ended, Percy had to start a new life and was all the bitter for it. Percy turned around and took in the sight of a grown, young man that he once cared very much for, Regal and handsome, yet unpleased. “Your majesty?” Percy asked for clarification. Percy was many things, but stupid was not among that list. While he fully understood what Evan could be referring to, Percy had to uphold the proper way to address royalty. He had already taken some missteps with the whole Lucien saga and being photographed doing so. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.” 

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anchormina·:

“I’d pay to see it. But you’d have to add a stripper pole to the routine. Otherwise, what’s the point in even switching?” she asked, her humor in the situation betraying her with a smile. Mina would never step foot in a place that had a stripper pole, not unless she had to. Even the mere idea of it was enough to make her fidget slightly on the seat.

Eyes shifting to the drink in front of her, she reached a hand out to lift it. Taking a few quick sips to give herself a moment to thing, she laid the glass back on the bar before shifting her gaze back to Percy. “To make a long and tragic story not so long or tragic, I was in a car crash about five years ago as I saw the light. I spent a long time in a coma and when I woke was an orphan. I didn’t have anyone. But, Royce was there. He helped me more than he probably even realizes and one thing led to another and now I’m here.”

As she finished her short tale, she gave him a wane grin. The events that had led her to this point in her life weren’t something she talked about often. More because other’s didn’t know how to talk about it without tiptoeing around her feelings than any preference of her own. “How’d you become an anchor so old?” Mina reiterated his question back at him, a slight tease in her voice as she tried to lighten the mood.

Percy cocked a brow. “You’re not even old enough to drink, doubt you’ll get in the club I’ll be performing my sexy dance.” He laughed softly. Percy took another sip, appreciating her naivety. He was the big bad monster of the castle. She’d figure that out in time. “The pole will definitely be there.” He joked.

He turned in his chair, waiting for the story of how she came to be where she was now. Mina was right, it was tragic. “... I can’t picture Royce being helpful... or nice, even.” Percy thought back about the times he had to interact with the elder royalty. Their conversations were brief and necessary, but there was something intimidating about the man. “Sorry that happened to you, though. Guess you got some pretty good things out of it, eventually.” If Percy had a talent for anything, it was turning a badly dealt hand into a winning one.

Percy raised his chin slightly, glancing sideways at the girl. “Old?” He simply repeated. Though compared to her, sure, yes, he was old. “That is a long story.” He sighed, ordering another drink. “I played professional football for a while, back in Keigan. Took a job on the side with the royal family, teaching their kid some football. When the light came.. Let’s just say it was time for a change and I ended up in Athos. Philippe guided me in a way that I don’t think anyone else could’ve. Ended up pledging my loyalty to him.” Hearing his story, it made him think. “They’re quite something, aren’t they?” He said about the royal family.

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teleportdex·:

“No one you would know,” he said with a shrug of his shoulder. It had been sometime since he had really and truly fought someone, but that experience didn’t just go away. “Mostly people from Omerta.”

Percy’s comment came as a surprise. He wasn’t expecting such a request. Cocking his head to the side, his eyes narrowed in thought. The things he had learned weren’t exactly in the most conventional, and teaching someone- Well that could be fun. Face breaking into a smile, he nodded his head. “Sure. I can teach you a thing or two. But, tell me why you want to learn.”

A smirk appeared on Percy’s face. “How convenient.” He teased him, only half doubting his story. He was sure that the teleporter had good fighting skills. The question that remained was just how good he actually was. Much like Dexter, perhaps even more so, he needed fighting skills, for his ability wasn’t offensive. 

He caught the attention of the Saint. Percy did nothing but stood there and waited for his answer. He took took a step closer, his intensity rising. “Where do I start? I’m a target. I take away what you all need.” He said, meaning the abilities of saints. “Not to mention, that it’s a fair fight again after I shut everyone down. It’d really fucking helpful if I can actually deal a punch, hm?” Frustration resonated in the tone of his voice. It was a well-placed frustration. He was Percy Everett, the nightmare of Saints. But too often, it was a close call. “So let’s go. No powers.” He cocked a brow at him, grinning slightly. 

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It’s clear that someone’s gotta go. Glory and Gore go hand in hand.

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amaradelgado·:

The glass of beer was placed in front of her and Amara took a sip of it before looking over at Percy. “Because I know that these seats were empty for the reason you think I might not want to sit here. It means that it is going to be the most peaceful place in the bar. And that’s the reason why I know I want to sit here,” she explained to the man sitting next to her. The fact that she had seen too late that it had been Percy sitting at the bar, that was one that she left behind.

Amara’s gaze moved to the beer in her hand and slowly shook her head. “I was not quite planning on getting fucked up, as you put it. A few drinks and that is going to be it,” she let Percy know. Getting drunk was probably the best way to forget everything that had happened for the past days but it was definitely not the most responsible thing to do.

Percy was many things. He was called many things, too. But he was never called or considered stupid. It wasn't a surprise when Amara confirmed what he already knew. At the harsh, but true words, Percy slightly shrugged and scoffed, his expression unchanged. “You had such a rough day that you need the peace?” The anchor life could hard at times, they both knew like no other. 

Percy just finished his third glass when Amara told him she was taking it slow. “Good for you. It’s nice having you around, someone that’s responsible to no end.” The next glass was already touching his lip. He wasn’t sure what Amara’s deal was, they never really spoke. But he could tell that she took her job very seriously. “To peace and responsibility.” He cheered, raising his glass slightly.

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auroraparrino·:

Aurora gently and playfully rolled her eyes at the idea of Philippe finding his solace in church. It wasn’t a surprise, and that was what both amused and comforted her. Some things would not change. 

His later words surprised her, but not at all in a bad way. Aurora felt herself smile softly again and nod in agreement. “I think so too… It’s about time.” She hesitated, smile fading a bit and she took a second to give herself some time to formulate words, her gaze shifting to a couple giggling and running towards the dancing. 

“… I feel like we haven’t really talked at all since we went our seperate ways.” Aurora looked back at him. “I mean- really talked. Not just… hello’s when Philippe and Amanda are around. I know it’s hard and maybe a bit awkward but I think if we’re going to really let everything go and be friends again - not just friendly - we should… talk. I miss being casual.”

She paused, pursing her lips a a bit of a grimace. This was hard, only because Aurora was well aware how much Percy did not do so well when it came to talks. But she felt they needed it. “Are you heading anywhere right now?”

Hearing Aurora agree, made him relax a bit in his stance. His shoulders lowered a bit. Why the fuck was he freaked out by this? He was Percy Everett. The unfazed. The loner who could intimidate the mightiest of saints with just his presence. Yet, the nicest of them with the most calming, wonderful ability, was intimidating to him. He responded with a smile.

The tension filled him up again, hearing the healer’s words. “Yeah..” He agreed slowly. “I know what you mean.” God, why was he so bad at this. Just talk. “I just.. I don’t...” He started, unable to finish a sentence. “I’m not sure how to do that.” He spoke, swallowing and avoiding her gaze at first, before forcing himself to look back at her. “I mean, I want to.” Percy assured her. For the most part, he could let their history be and he didn’t want her to think that he still needed distance.

“Not really.” He shrugged. “Philippe had me delivering something.” In truth, Philippe needed time alone and, frankly, Percy could use the walk. “Wanna take a walk or something?” He pushed himself to ask, refusing to be crippled by this insanity.

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theonlyjeanne·:

“You flirt with yourself often in the mirror?” Jeanne teased, her finger circling the rim of the cup. “A little,” she admitted. “But who am I to judge? Everyone has their thing.” Should she be offended? Perhaps. She should have the self respect to stop now but she didn’t want to. He’d be a powerful ally to have but it was more than that. He was handsome and she’d been lonely recently. Was it such a bad idea to do something for her? No secret motivation. Jeanne took a breath, looking at the barkeep then back at him. “How many have you had?” 

“I need to practice my pick-up lines, yes.” Percy said, jokingly, looking at him... her, with an enjoyable grin. It was odd, he knew that. But he had a few to drink and this was an encounter that was very unusual. So fuck that, he wouldn’t feel weird about it, he just decided. “Enough. Five. Six. Or something.” He wasn’t sure, his mind being too occupied with other things to keep count. “You’ve had too few, though. That’s for sure.”

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lucian-delacroix·:

In the midst of a hazy mistake, there was a flicker of doubt in the back of his mind. Perhaps he shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be dragging someone of the castle down to his level. Grief manifested in different ways, many of them unhealthy when it came to Lucian.

What little conscience he had disappeared when Lucian was pulled back, rough fingers pulling his head back to his shoulder to reveal the smooth expanse of his neck. A needy sound spilled from Lucian’s lips to the dulled music still pounding against the walls. Goosebumps littered his arms at such a sensitive spot being kissed, head heavy with the amount of intoxication he felt. His fingers came to grab the back of Percy’s neck, first to encourage the touch that left his knees weak, before he forcibly pulled Percy away from him. It was an action of self control to prevent himself from giving into desires right in a hallway.

Lidded eyes met Percy’s when Lucian turned around, lips ghosting across his as a cheeky smile appeared on his expression. “Watch yourself. Now who’s the one that’s impatient?”

Amused laughter followed Lucian’s words when he finally made his way out of the club with Percy in tow.

Percy pulled back, a very satisfied smirk plastered on his face. He didn’t usually act this sloppy, but the alcohol and the drugs had a bad influence on him. Or at least an impulsive influence. “I just want what I want.” He shrugged, denying his impatience behaviour. Percy followed the boy outside the club, turned on and a half in a daze. The figure of the prince looked especially good in the streetlight and Percy let his eyes undress Lucien. “Where to, your royal highness?” Percy asked, attempting to get closer to him once more, with a look in his eyes that contained a hunger.

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teleportdex·:

“Better someone tell you before you get your ass kicked.” Dexter was completely unapologetic with his words. Sometimes the truth hurt, sometimes it was worth lying to save someone’s feelings, but right now? What he had said was exactly what needed to be said. “I’m no Emmett, but I’ve been in my fair share of fights. And I know for a fact that everything I just watched you do would get you hurt.” Stepping closer to Percy, Dexter tiled his head to the side and sized him up, half tempted to show him exactly what he meant.

“But by all means, keep doing what you’re doing. I’m sure your ability will be more than enough to save the day when it comes down to your job,” he threw at him as he decided against the practical showing. Turning around, he picked up his rag and looked over his shoulder and winked. “It’s nice to look at, anyhow.”

“Hm.” Percy hummed in reluctant agreement. He wasn’t sure why, but he just didn’t want to give this guy his agreement. As if that would clash with his imaginary dominance. To hear that he actually had fighting experience, made that feeling lift a little bit. He cocked a brow. “Really? Who did you fight?” He asked, unmoved as Dexter came very close. 

He let his head hang back, looking at the ceiling in annoyance. The annoying thing was that Percy knew Dexter playing a manipulative mind game. The even more annoying fact was, that it was working. He ignored the well received compliment, just to save face. He didn’t want to be seen as some helpless, pretty boy. Percy was a man. A man of means and usefulness. But alas. “Teach me.” The words were stoic, determined, with the slightest hint of desperation. 

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darknesscfivy·:

Ivy chuckled at his sarcastic retort. She rarely saw the point in hiding her thoughts. It didn’t necessarily mean that she spoke them outloud, but her face sometimes tended to betray her. And in such a darkness, there was no need of hiding. At his quiet admonition, she tilted her head, suddenly realising how hard it must be to be him. “Well, look at us, hm? Two outcasts, loitering in the shadows. If anyone saw us, imagine what they’d say. Maybe we killed the monarchs.” She spoke with a soft grin on her face, not to ridicule either of them, but the situation itself was amusing to an extent. “Luckily for us, and thanks to my darkness, they can’t really see shit.” She chuckled, then brushed his words with a wave of her hand. “No, no. You can tell me, if it’d make you feel any better. I know what’s it like, having gifts other people would prefer you didn’t have. You take away powers, and I, I command darkness. Neither one of us will ever truly be accepted.”

In a brief moment that seemed to stretch out for minutes, Percy wondered if Ivy’s darkness influenced his mind, too. Could her darkness affect his thoughts? Could it make him connect to the darker parts of his brain, doubting and admitting to himself what he was afraid of? Her voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He scoffed softly, followed by a chuckle. “Yeah, look at us. Wouldn’t that be something?” It did have a suspicious look to it, if they were actually able to see them, as Ivy made clear right that moment, that they couldn’t. “I think I like your power.” He looked sideways, facing her, smiling softly. It was a true comfort that she knew his concern. “Yeah, pretty much. I’m useful, but they don’t actually like me. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t really mind. Most of the time.” He sighed, then determinedly stood up straight and cleared his throat. “Fuck, I don’t know why I’m getting all this messed up.”

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teleportdex·:

Dexter kept himself on a pretty regular routine when it came to working out. Each day he focused on something specific to help him keep in shape. It wasn’t mandatory, being a part of the Seraphim, but he’d rather not have his ass kicked when push came to shove. It didn’t take the place of an fighting buddy. There was only so much wailing on a bag one could do to better themself.

Draping the sweat towel around his neck, he pulled away from the weights he had been using. The familiar ache of sore muscles soothed him as his eyes caught on a familiar figure. Percy wasn’t someone he went out of his way to talk to, but when Francesco had a little hang out sesh, Dexter wasn’t opposed to being around the dude. Plus, he was a good looking guy.

“You look like a shit fighter, bro,” he said in lieu of a greeting. Dexter reached up and pulled the towel from around his neck and dropped it to the ground with critical eyes. Striding forward, he closed some of the space between the two of them.

“A dummies only as good as the person using it.”

Percy offered the man nothing more than an obvious glare. “Thanks, bro,” He said, not appreciating the ego bruising honesty. But, despite the forward manner in which Dexter brought him the news, he couldn't exactly disagree. He knew he wasn’t that good (though to be fair he also didn’t knew he was this bad). “What do you know about it?” Percy asked the teleporter. He had very little background information on the guy.

[istj-hedonist]

378 The Mover Shaker

The 378 tritype is exactly the kind of person a successful venture needs. While this type is often very goal oriented with a particularly strong ability to notice what is not working and needs to be changed. The 378 enjoys such obstacles and sees them as a welcome challenge to be overcome. With all three cores seeking comfort outside of the person, it is often their inner goals that go ignored. 3 looks to the world for direction and feedback and is constantly adjusting in order to succeed. 7 looks to the world for excitement and novelty to resist the anxieties of life. 8 looks to the world to guard against anything that would seek to control. With such a focus on achieving their goals in a new and exciting way, the 378 can sometimes ignore the impact of their intensity on others and may even overlook the importance of looking inside themselves to understand their own motives.

(description by @naughty-nanny)

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time: July 21, early morning location: Gym availability: @teleportdex

It was early morning. The sun was set low still and the outside air was filled with a delightful chill. With a bag swung over his shoulder, Percy made his way to the gym. His schedule for the day was pretty relaxed. In a couple of hours he would need to head over to Philippe, who was arranging some of spiritual preparations for the wedding of JP and Sofia. Plenty of time for him to squeeze in a steam and shower afterwards.

After he got changed, he did a warming up on the treadmill, running for a few minutes. As soon as the Anchor finished up, he went over to the dummies, where he was going to practice his fighting skills. He wasn’t half bad, or so he thought, but his skills definitely needed some honing. It was great that he could nullify abilities to even the playing field, but it wouldn’t do much good if he couldn’t pack a punch himself. At some point, he noticed a stare. From a familiar face. He recognised Dexter, who had came up to him. “Hey, man.” He nodded, coolly.