[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=ed1c24]Percy Novikov[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://media.tenor.com/Fedmj9KCbH8AAAAC/axe-five.gif[/img][hr][b][color=ed1c24]Location:[/color][/b] Training Room B w/ Ser Nemo and Nimue
[b][color=ed1c24]Skills:[/color][/b] Temporal Teleportation, Perception 
[hr][hr][/center]	Percy had made no requests for his audition. 

	He hadn't told his family what he had been planning on doing. Percy had assumed, likely correctly, that they would have attempted to talk him out of it. But in his gut, he knew that this was the correct call. He had heard from Diana about the sort of auditions her friends would do - some of them would fight things, others would do artistic demonstrations. His original thought had been that he could recite the Odyssey in ten different languages while teleporting around an obstacle course. That would have been fine. But would it have been [i]memorable[/i]? No. Would it have stood out against all the other students with similar ideas (albeit likely with less perfect pronunciation of Ancient Greek)? No. 

	If it resulted in his expulsion (which Percy had begrudgingly considered a small possibility), that would be fine. He would make a name for himself, one way or another. He didn't care about getting put on the Avengers or the Fantastic Four (bleh) one day - all he cared about was becoming a legendary hero, the type from the legends of old. He had been reading an account of the life of one of Japan's sword saints, Miyamoto Musashi, when the idea struck him. 

	Percy had no regrets. But even if he had, it was too late to turn back now. He stood in the hallway outside of the audition room, a bag slung over his shoulder. He had had to wake up early that morning and slip off of campus to get what he had needed. Given the number of kids he saw going around with medieval weaponry, he doubted the school would have an issue with what he had acquired - his mothers though were another story. 

	"Percy Novikov? We are ready for you," a cold, watery voice said. Percy saw her head poke out the moment she emerged from the door. She wore a simple mold-stained white gown, and a wreath of twigs around her face. She was made entirely out of water, her features hard to observe through their shimmering effect. He could smell the lake on her. He half expected her to toss a sword at him. 

	[color=ed1c24]"Right, thank you,"[/color] Percy said. He couldn't quite parse her accent. It sounded very old. At any rate though, he was moderately concerned. He hadn't planned for her to be a creature made out of water.
	
	He stepped on through the door, his bag slung over his shoulder. He was wearing his academy uniform. Everything had been calculated here. Well, almost everything. He hadn't anticipated the ringing that sounded in his ears as he entered the room, the way he almost stumbled for a moment before his brain righted itself. The room was expansive, large, and almost entirely empty. The Lady of the Lake took a seat behind a rickety table, covered in papers. Next to her was an uncannily familiar old man. He must have been Ser Nemo, the new time travel studies professor. Percy was immediately annoyed and confused as to why Ser Nemo didn't look up at him, didn't acknowledge him, didn't address him. 

	Well, fine then. 

	The Lady of the Lake cleared her throat. "You may begin when-- [i]argh!!"[/i] 

	The air around Percy had shimmered briefly, before he reappeared at the judges' table - and with one flawlessly smooth motion, kicked it over [i]into[/i] the judges. Lady Nimue collapsed into a puddle of water, trickling away and reconstituting herself almost instantly. Ser Nemo though was suddenly a few feet away, standing on his feet like nothing had happened. [i]How did he move so...[/i] Percy asked himself, his eyes narrowing. 

	Percy pulled his prize out of his bag - a sturdy axe with a red handle. The air shimmered around him and with a [i]whoosh[/i], he appeared a foot or so away from Ser Nemo, swinging the blade for a killing blow. But instead, Percy's axe bounced off of the wall of the training room - it was meant to withstand things [i]much[/i] stronger than the axe swing of a puny little thing like him. Ser Nemo wasn't there. The ringing in the back of Percy's head was getting louder. [i]Where the hell was that old man?![/i]

	"O young one, stop this madness at once!" Lady Nimue commanded. She reached into her breast and pulled out a stone sword, the hilt covered in moss. 

	He narrowly teleported away from the swing of her blade, reappearing on the other side of the training room. He hadn't considered the possibility that they wouldn't understand his audition. But even now, he was more irritated with this old man - an annoyance that Percy himself did not fully understand. How could someone so old and frail move so [i]fast[/i]? Was he a speedster? There wasn't much information on him, but even then... [i]What?[/i] Nemo was sitting at the table again, sipping his tea, as if nothing had happened. Had he righted the table? When did that happen?

	The air shimmered and Percy re-appeared, swinging his axe at Lady Nimue from behind. He was quick enough that she did not have a chance to swing her rocky sword, the axe gliding through the liquid of her body. But as she was a being of water, it did not do much at all to her. But he continued on anyways. Hopefully she got his point. He teleported again, this time right above Ser Nemo, swinging the axe for a decapitating blow - 

	And his blade connected with the elderly man's flesh. 

	[color=ed1c24]"Thank you for your consideration,"[/color] Percy said, having pulled the blade back at the last second, so that it was merely just touching the back of Ser Nemo's neck. Percy dropped the axe. He bowed, just as Katniss Everdeen did - a woman who reminded him very much of his mother. The ringing in his ears was getting louder by the second, and he felt liquid begin to trickle from his nose. A nosebleed. 

	The Lady of the Lake stared at him - her expression was briefly calculating for a moment, before a mask of astonishment slipped over it. Ser Nemo did not look up at Percy. He still held his cup of tea, as if nothing had happened at all. Percy couldn't recall the old man saying a single word. Had he acknowledged Percy's presence at any moment? Would it have been the same if Percy had just gone in and eaten a cupcake - just nothing from this man, this person who Percy was [i]supposed[/i] to be learning from here at the school?

	He decided then and there that he hated Ser Nemo.

	A small part of him wished the he had killed him.