Name: Percival

Appearance: chubby, balding, casual fit

Role: The Guy in the Chair

Backstory: You always gotta have one. Percival has been indispensable to the Flock in past jobs, acting as their eyes and ears remotely from his cushy chair at his utter mess of a workstation. He'd be absolutely ill-equipped if he ever were called to the field, so he hoped to goose god that today was not that day.

Signature Item: Honkasonic Elite 3880 military-grade laptop, built for all your remote heisting needs

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o I just now got it lol

kinda confused but here goes

Rolled: 9 (5+4) [2d6]

ya I get it now I shouldn't have skimmed (:

I'll wait for Z to make his move before I decide

actually let's do

5 - Prison Category for Ryan/Percival

two very different routes you can take with your dice (: (and still can do that rivalry)

Zersch @ 5/6/2022 22:41

I am very much okay with the way that looks. Boc do you mind if Ryan takes a shank for your thicc goose?

Ryan definitely stepped out in front of Percival when he was getting picked on as the fresh meat who clearly wasn't cut out for prison. He may not show it much but Percy has never forgotten that gesture 🥲

mal @ 6/6/2022 8:32

Curtis @ 6/6/2022 7:52 mal @ 6/6/2022 3:49 I will put Louis in the friend category (sorry Louis but you know you could never pin down a girl like me) This’ll mean Carmen and Percival are either Boss/Employee or lovers :april: I'll leave that up to boc 😂

oh they in love 😍💘🥯

Zersch @ 6/6/2022 19:03

Hey Boc, what kind of situation do you think was happening when Ryan stepped in and took the shanking? I know you mentioned a 'fresh meat' situation. I don't want to be too presumptive but I feel like Percival might be the kind of goose to overspend at commissary and make himself a target.

yeah I think Percy definitely lived it up too large and ran afoul of the Russian Goose Mob who he naively borrowed copious amounts of cash/favors from

Ryan's sacrifice got them off his back just long enough to make good (after which he promptly borrowed more cuz that fresh white bread they just got in looked way too dank to pass up)

Ah, among the many things cluttered about in his trainwreck of a living situation are the taxidermied husks of his many pets from over the years. Rats, snakes, rabbits, you name it and Percy probably has three of them. His favorite has to be his pet fox Ferdinand who, in his afterlife, has been assigned the illustrious task of acting as Percy's trusty headset holder

"No YOU hang up! Hehehehe. No no no YOU hang up first, I insist!!" Percival giggled. His sandaled feet were up on his cluttered desk, full of food wrappers, used soda cans, and a spattering of taxidermied animals.

"HA! Oh hehehe!! Carmen you KNOW you drive me crazy when you talk like that!! Okay doll, I'll see you later then ;)" he sighed with bliss as he finally hung up the call.

He promptly proceeded to switch on his TV and continue his Goose Ball Z binge. With a grin on his face he took a huge bite out of a bagel, his mind clearly still preoccupied with the goose on the other end of that phonecall.

Truth be told, his life didn't have a whole lot else going for it right now. Ever since he got thrown in the clink, the jobs had started to dwindle - not to mention the big scores the Squawd used to pull in. This was partly out of fear of going back there again, but also potential clients that had heard tell of that...last job...were understandably hesitant to link up with someone that let things go so awry.

So here he sat, watching anime and counting down the minutes til he could see his girl again. It was enough to make him happy, but some days he couldn't help but feel there was something missing...the excitement that only--

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

The absurdly strong knock startled Percy enough to take a tumble off his chair. He rolled around and struggled back to his feet, before quickly lunging for the big red button on the bottom side of his desk.

Intruder alert! Intruder alert! Intruder alert! Initiating lock down...

A loud thunk could be heard from Percy's porch as a metal gate shut behind whoever this rude knocker was. As Percival adjusted his glasses to see who was on his video feed, he heard a familiar voice before he even had time to recognize the face.

"Are you fuckin' serious man?!" Ryan yelled out incredulously, looking around at the tiny box he had suddenly been caged in just outside Percy's front door.

Percy lumbered to the door as quickly as he could and slid a small window open, just big enough for the two to see each other face-to-face through the bulletproof glass. He silently nodded as if to confirm his (poor) eyes hadn't deceived him and this was indeed his former partner.

"Sorry man! Can never be too careful!" Percy snorted as he meticulously unlatched the heavily reinforced door and let him in. "What the heck brings you to this neighborhood?!"

"Well, let's just say... there's an opportunity that came up. A golden egg of an opportunity. And I know that getting roped back in is probably the last thing you want after last time, but you're just gonna have to trust me on this one bro."

Those words whizzed around Percival's head like a bunch of pop rocks. The...Squawd is getting back together? This is madness. Percival's first instinct was to show Ryan the door right then and there. But then...he glimpsed his absolute unit of a wing, and the memory of what Ryan did for him that day in prison came flooding back. If there were anyone he could trust out of that flock, wouldn't it be him?

Percival hesitantly stumbled backwards and thudded into his chair, before absentmindedly squeezing a stress ball (crafted out of a once-alive hamster).

"So...whaddya got?"

As Ryan recapped the current state of the job, Percival began to shift in his chair excitedly. He had almost forgotten what this felt like. The excitement...the danger. But yet, there did seem to be some crucial pieces missing...

"Well that's a heckuva tale you got there Ry Guy! Only I don't know how the heck you expect to steal a machine that's not even THERE!" Percival grinned smugly as he leaned back and put his wings behind his head.

"Not...there? What is that supposed ta mean?" Ryan asked as he flicked his toothpick to the other side of his bill.

"What is that-- c'mon man, you're telling me you were going to break into Dr. Doomore's estate and take the babble and you don't even know what it LOOKS like?!"

Ryan shrugged. "I mean it's a one of a kind machine, can't be that hard to miss right?"

"Oh, but it can. You see, you're not the only one who doesn't know what it looks like. NO one does--save for Doomore herself! You see, often times the best way to hide something valuable is to hide it in plain sight, and that's just what she's done. She hardly spends a minute of her day away from animals, and that's not just cuz it's her job...it's by design. The babble can take on the appearance of any animal--even you or me man! So even if you figure out which of her animals is secretly being commandeered by her sinister gizmo, it could be an entirely different species by the next time you see it!" Percy paused, out of breath. He took a long chug out of a two-liter bottle of grape soda as Ryan collected his thoughts.

"So... this job's a bust, right? If that's all true, this is sounding way too risky." Ryan said as he absentmindedly smoothed back his perfect blonde hair.

"Well...yes and no. Way too risky? Hell yes. But a bust? Not exactly. Let's just say I know someone who has exactly the tech we need. A tech so sophisticated that even I can't engineer it...as hard as that is to believe, I know! You see, there's a device out there that can suss out where this machine is, because there is one detail they couldn't completely shroud...a tiny machine about the size of a breadcrumb, hidden inside the animal. It sneaks in through the ear canal and embeds itself deep inside the animal's brain, commandeering it until it's time to take over a new host. This device, the one we need, is able to scan animals and detect where this little breadcrumb resides."

"So like...an x-ray." Ryan concluded.

"Like a really good x-ray. Yeah basically!"

"Now's the part where you tell me about the catch, eh?" Ryan sighed.

"You got it buddy! You see...the reason I know about this device...is it kinda sorta is in the hands of my former cellmate. A Tula Fighting Goose by the name of Mikhail Popov. Cool guy, actually! At least until it was time to pay the piper, but he got over it once he let his stabby frustrations out hahaha! *ahem* Anyway... the good news is, I know he keeps this thing at his home. The bad news is...well, he's sorta a high ranking member of the Russian Goose Mob, so security's probably pretty tight."

Ryan furrowed his brow at the stabbing reference, but quickly moved on. "Well, that doesn't sound great, but we've stolen from worse than the Russian Goose Mob. Seems... doable."

"Yeah, yeah. Doable. But tell me Ryan, what's in it for me? I'd be takin' on all this risk, and for what? A little cash? A little thrill? No. I'm puttin' my foot down! I need something special if we rob Dr. Doo...something priceless."

"Well...I certainly don't know all she has to her name, man. But what would you want? I'm sure she's gotten some priceless gifts over the years, artifacts from other lands, um...I dunno, she was married to a filthy rich guy once right? Probably has a bunch of nice jewelry, not to mention the wedding ring. Let's see, what else..."

Percival nearly startled the unflappable Ryan as he burst up from his seat.

"R...ring you say? Some real big diamonds on that bad boy, I bet..." Percival said, wide-eyed, as he stuffed the last of his bagel into his mouth.

"You do this job with us, this one...last...job, and it's all yours buddy."

Crumbs sprayed from Percival's mouth as he responded with a half-full mouth.

"You son of a bitch, I'm in."

"Good luck baby...MANNN does it feel good to be back in action!!!" Percy blurted probably a bit too loudly before giving Carmen a peck on the bill as she exited his puke green VW Bug. They had carpooled together so they could grab a quick bite of street corn before their big little job. Carmen got out about a half mile away from the docks, enough distance so no prying eyes could see her exit his garish vehicle, as well as giving some space to canvass her part of the job.

Percival sighed as he watched her tailfeathers waddle away, before pulling back onto the road and driving the rest of the way to Seagift. Truth be told, he was way more nervous than he let on. He'd barely even touched his corn, throwing away half of it while Carmen wasn't looking in order to maintain his brave face. The nervousness, of course, partially stemmed from the...last job..... but more than that, Percival simply wasn't used to being out in the field. He was much more comfortable calling the shots from his musty computer chair back home. He felt like a fish out of water... a goose out of air.

bzzzzzzt

Percival had made it to the front gate, where he came face to face with a rather imposing Russian brown bear, who was stuffed inside a far-too-small glass booth. "Mischka", his nametag read.

"Your business. State it." Mischka growled simply.

"I-I-I...*ahem*...I'm here to see an old friend. Looks a lot like me if you really squint your eyes hahaha...ha..."

Percival could see his japes were getting him nowhere, as Mischka continued to stare ahead with an unblinking glare.

"*ahem*...I-I'm of course talking about Mikhail. You know the name, yes?" Percival slipped into a Russian accent for the last part and he had no idea why.

"..."

Percival flashed an awkward smile and pushed up his glasses nervously.

"...yes. That, is boss man. Of course I know." Mischka finally replied.

"...well fantastic! So we both know Mikhail! Whaddya say you press that big blue button there, lift that gate, and then me and my old buddy Mikhail can catch up on old times? Y'know, just shoot the shit! I'm sure he'd love the surprise! Probably only take me like half an hour, tops, so don't worry about taking too much of boss man's time, y'know? You see I've got a thing at 4 and..." Percival quickly realized that he had began to ramble when a simple question would've sufficed.

He opened his mouth to say something more but soon noticed Mischka--still stone-faced as ever--reaching for something in the booth...

[ROLL CALL!]

Zersch @ 10/6/2022 17:22

[ROLL CALL!]

Have a 2! 😇

Percival began to tremble as Mischka's paw slowly reached out for something...was this it? Is this how it ends? Had the bear somehow seen through my paper-thin excuse for being here?

click

Percival winced at the sound, and couldn't even bear to look up anymore. This is definitely it. I'm cooked.

"Boss man. Strange fat bird for you at gate. Talks too much. Very annoying. Know him?"

Percival hesitantly opened his eyes and noticed that the bear had, in fact, just reached for an intercom.

"Yes. Yes. Very well, Mikhail. Do svidaniya." Mischka continued as he hung up the intercom and looked back at Percy.

"You. You never state name. Your name Percival, yes?"

"W-well my friends call me--yes. Name's Percival, that's me!" Percival grinned. "So, you gonna let me see boss man now, yes?!"

Mischka narrowed his eyes and stared ahead.

"Boss man busy. Try again another day if you wish. He busy training new security to keep out...riff-raff." Mischka's last word seemed particularly pointed.

Looks like this is a big fat dead end. If Mikhail is at large while everyone is in there...this can't end well.

But suddenly, something dawned on Percy, as he worked up the courage to say one more thing to Mischka.

"Well, fair enough! I'll be on my way then! Oh, actually, one last thing...you got a favorite sports team? I take you for a big hockey guy!"

Mischka was skeptical, but couldn't pass up the opportunity to espouse about his favorite pasttime. He poked his head out the booth, his nametag dangling out as well.

"Of course. Big fan of Unicorns. This may be their year, I feel it." he said with about all the passion he could muster.

"Oho! The Unicorns! I love how they...hockey! Hey, they won a championship a few decades back, right?"

"Yes. Yes. '96. Tarkovsky MVP season. Very special year."

"Ahh right...'96! Loved that one too! Man, that was a while ago. You must've been, what...ten years old at the time? Fifteen, tops!"

Mischka was getting increasingly skeptical, but was in enough of a good mood from the subject to oblige.

"Twelve years old. Yes. Best childhood memory." he may have even cracked a slight smile as he wistfully recalled that special moment.

"Twelve. Got it!" Percival said as he gave another long look at Mischka's nametag, his eyes darting back and forth across all its contents. "...well thanks Mischka you've been a big help today but I gotta go see ya bud bud!!"

Percival quickly pulled a U-turn and drove away before he could even get a response. In his rearview mirror, he could see Mischka staring back at him...almost a sadness in his eyes.

Half a mile down the road, Percival pulled into a disused alleyway and reached under his seat to fish out his trusty laptop. He didn't think he'd need it today but...there's a reason why he scarcely left home without it. His wings clacked against the keys with a fury, before he was greeted with a login screen.

Seagift Fishing Co Employee Login. Please enter Employee ID and password.

Percival clacked away a few more times as he strained to remember every last digit from that nametag...

EmployeeID: 15903213591
Password: unicorns84

Percival's wing hovered over the Enter key before he brought it down with authority.

Login succeeded!

"I'm in." Percy squealed.

Percival proceeded to open Mischka's email and began to compose a message to boss man Mikhail himself.

Subject: Emergency!
Message: Boss man. Big bear Mischka here. No time to explain. I heard a message from YOUR boss man that he needs you at HQ immediately! Don't call me up on the intercom to confirm, there's no time! Boss man's boss man says it's a matter of life and death. Sounds serious boss man, you better hop to it! Oh, and make sure to bring a big security detail with you. Like I said, life and death! Okay goodbye.

Percival grinned as he clicked 'Send'. Perfect. Just perfect! This was sure to work. Percy took himself a well-earned break as he put his seat recliner back and shoveled some breadcrumbs into his mouth.