Percy was tired of training. He had been at Beata for a while now and he wished his gift was useful for something other than making him smell good. There was very little use for generating scents if they didn't do anything. Maybe he could suffocate someone or distract them using a particularly bad smell, but there was really no use for his gift other than vain uses. These thoughts absently ran through Percy's head as he sat, dressed in his most fabulous threads, on a mat in one of the training rooms off of the gym. He absently blew on a training dummy a few feet away, creating scents that engulfed the lifeless object to smell like maple syrup, or roses, or lemons. He avoided bad smells because he was right there and he didn't want to smell bad himself. But with each scent his brain got dizzier and woozier. That was what he was currently trying to work on. He had improved enough to allow for his scents to last longer and spread further, but he was still extremely prone to fainting after overuse. He needed to get over that. After blowing a good smelling breath of freshly washed laundry onto the dummy he felt blood rush away from his head and black spots danced before his eyes. "Alright, break time." He muttered, his voice slurred due to lack of brain power. Attempting to lay back slowly he practically threw himself backward onto the mat to take a break. "Ow."
