"Hm! It would probably be a good idea to break this down into smaller amounts... I would like to have some as decor for the home... Maybe use it as a battery of some sort. I was thinking of creating a security system for the home, and then some for my work table at your place... I'm not sure what you are going to use it for but... But I think you deserve a little for all your work and effort. Just... just don't spread it around, please? It's very valuable and this is the only bit of Whitestone here." Percy pleaded, finally cracking open the bottle of cinder and quenching his thirst.
"I honestly am surprised by what we can request here... For a world that is breaking down they certainly have ways to fix their own problems if they want to."
"Well...they're bringing us here," Barcus points out. "It sounds more like they lack ideas, rather than resources, and that's why they're bringing people rather than miraculous stones."
He takes a long drink of cider and sighs. "I understand how valuable this is, Percy. And how important it is to you. Anything you entrust me with I will hold sacred."
There's a pause, and then he adds: "When I made a sacrifice to help raise Vesper, I got a vision of myself making rings, several of them. There were four stones in each: opal, emerald, sapphire, and then the fourth was a kind I didn't recognize."
"You know it's always on my mind, the worry about losing touch with my friends here. Ashton especially, but all of you are important to me. I think the rings I saw might be a key to communication between worlds, if not a gateway. I'm going to be looking to find or make that fourth stone. This might help."
Percy lowered his bottle slowly, the strange heat of the booze still tingling on his tongue— it was a unfamiliar brand to him, but potent enough to do it's job. For a moment, he didn’t speak. The firelight flickered across his face, catching on the edge of his jaw and the quiet weight in his expression.
“You saw that in a vision?” he asked at last, setting the bottle down with careful precision. “Rings that span worlds... It’s a compelling idea. Elegant, even. But concepts like that—they always come at a cost.”
He leaned forward slightly, fingers steepled. “If Residuum is part of it—if it acts as a conduit or catalyst—then we need to be cautious. Interplanar anything doesn’t happen without attention. And not all of it will be the kind we want.”
His gaze met Barcus’s, steady and serious. “I trust you more than most. That’s why I’m saying this plainly: if those rings become real, I want to see them first. Test them. Stress them. We can’t afford to open a door we’re not ready to guard.”
He paused, then added more softly, “I’ve seen what happens when people reach across the veil without knowing what’s reaching back.”
Percy lifted the bottle again, fingers tightening around the glass. “If that stone exists, I want us to find it with clear eyes. And when we do—we use it on our terms. No compromises.”
"From Cordelia's orb, yes." He looks up and he's surprised to find Percy's expression so somber. He knows the man carries burdens, but more often than not he hides behind a mask of snide commentary, or gets lost in innovation. This is unusual, and it makes Barcus go still to listen to him.
Interplanar anything doesn't happen without attention. For a moment, he wonders if Gadriel and Percy have been talking.
"...you're right," he says softly. "This is so important to me, I could easily become reckless with it."
And because of what Vax has told him, he gets why Percy is so wary. "I need you to back me up, then. Make sure I don't do anything too foolish. But I'm going to keep looking for it."
Percy set the bottle aside, fingers lacing together as he leaned forward. The firelight caught in his eyes, sharp and thoughtful.
He glanced toward Barcus, expression unreadable for a beat. “I don’t like unknowns, especially not on that scale. One wrong assumption, one hopeful leap, and the consequences could echo in ways we can’t predict. Cause and effect isn’t stable between worlds. A gesture here could knock over something vital somewhere else.”
He paused, voice tightening slightly. “When I came back from the Feywild… I lost my memories. Only a few days, but it was like something had stripped them away. Gone. No trace. I got them back, eventually—but I didn’t even know what I was missing until I did. And that was just for being there. For existing across the boundary.”
He sat back, breath slow. “So yes. I’m wary. But I’ll back you. Of course I will. I’ll be there for every step—especially when it starts feeling too clean, too easy. I’ll be the brake when it gets dangerous. Even if it means you curse me for slowing things down.”
Percy’s gaze steadied on him, calm but firm. “This means something to you. And if it helps keep the people you care about close, then I won’t let you carry that weight alone.”
He managed a faint, dry smile. “Just let me add a few safeguards before you start turning the key.”
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Date: 2025-05-12 01:58 pm (UTC)"I honestly am surprised by what we can request here... For a world that is breaking down they certainly have ways to fix their own problems if they want to."
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Date: 2025-05-12 02:17 pm (UTC)He takes a long drink of cider and sighs. "I understand how valuable this is, Percy. And how important it is to you. Anything you entrust me with I will hold sacred."
There's a pause, and then he adds: "When I made a sacrifice to help raise Vesper, I got a vision of myself making rings, several of them. There were four stones in each: opal, emerald, sapphire, and then the fourth was a kind I didn't recognize."
"You know it's always on my mind, the worry about losing touch with my friends here. Ashton especially, but all of you are important to me. I think the rings I saw might be a key to communication between worlds, if not a gateway. I'm going to be looking to find or make that fourth stone. This might help."
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Date: 2025-05-17 02:46 pm (UTC)“You saw that in a vision?” he asked at last, setting the bottle down with careful precision. “Rings that span worlds... It’s a compelling idea. Elegant, even. But concepts like that—they always come at a cost.”
He leaned forward slightly, fingers steepled. “If Residuum is part of it—if it acts as a conduit or catalyst—then we need to be cautious. Interplanar anything doesn’t happen without attention. And not all of it will be the kind we want.”
His gaze met Barcus’s, steady and serious. “I trust you more than most. That’s why I’m saying this plainly: if those rings become real, I want to see them first. Test them. Stress them. We can’t afford to open a door we’re not ready to guard.”
He paused, then added more softly, “I’ve seen what happens when people reach across the veil without knowing what’s reaching back.”
Percy lifted the bottle again, fingers tightening around the glass. “If that stone exists, I want us to find it with clear eyes. And when we do—we use it on our terms. No compromises.”
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Date: 2025-05-18 12:33 pm (UTC)Interplanar anything doesn't happen without attention. For a moment, he wonders if Gadriel and Percy have been talking.
"...you're right," he says softly. "This is so important to me, I could easily become reckless with it."
And because of what Vax has told him, he gets why Percy is so wary. "I need you to back me up, then. Make sure I don't do anything too foolish. But I'm going to keep looking for it."
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Date: 2025-05-18 03:27 pm (UTC)He glanced toward Barcus, expression unreadable for a beat. “I don’t like unknowns, especially not on that scale. One wrong assumption, one hopeful leap, and the consequences could echo in ways we can’t predict. Cause and effect isn’t stable between worlds. A gesture here could knock over something vital somewhere else.”
He paused, voice tightening slightly. “When I came back from the Feywild… I lost my memories. Only a few days, but it was like something had stripped them away. Gone. No trace. I got them back, eventually—but I didn’t even know what I was missing until I did. And that was just for being there. For existing across the boundary.”
He sat back, breath slow. “So yes. I’m wary. But I’ll back you. Of course I will. I’ll be there for every step—especially when it starts feeling too clean, too easy. I’ll be the brake when it gets dangerous. Even if it means you curse me for slowing things down.”
Percy’s gaze steadied on him, calm but firm. “This means something to you. And if it helps keep the people you care about close, then I won’t let you carry that weight alone.”
He managed a faint, dry smile. “Just let me add a few safeguards before you start turning the key.”