Gaius

"Good." Gaius huffs twisting the lock shut, just as smitten and annoyed. "If you've been planning this for this long, next time maybe let me in on the action. Springing this shit on me, last minute no shit I am going to assume crap. You keep trying to do all this shit on your own, hurrying off all the time to do whatever fleeting fancy you have bouncing around in that head of yours. We are supposed to be a team Freya, which means you need to include me in this shit. I am glad you planned this out, but maybe next time ask me first or yanno let me help out." The fact of the matter was, she was a

The door being cast open by a total lunatic, Gaius was still only halfway down that cup. He slightly expected this, after all, Freya had a habit of being bonkers at times. "Freya." He twists to peer over his shoulder, still sat in front of that bar. "You know what we were doing the last time we went out, like a day or two ago. I watched your old man throw a fucking dragon by the tail. He wasn't exactly at full capacity, and tired people are irritable. Did you really drag him out there?" It was odd, it was almost like Gaius gave a crap. "Did you even bring one for him? I sure as hell hoped you

The steam billowing out of a single cup of tea, reading through the guild chat message after message. Akin to a man reading a paper, as the constant talking made the words fly past at rapid pace even this late in the evening. "Never changes." Gaius remarks as he takes a sip of that hot brew. The small growl at his back, Gaius leans past his cup to see Boris. "What? I already fed you." As the bear points toward his mouth with a paw, always hungry. Shaking his head no. "Nope, I don't know if you can poop, but I ain't taking that chance." A message directed at him, a little flashing envelope blin

Hyperactive CD [2/3] Raising that glaive as it spun, it fluctuates more and more, enough that one could see him clearly despite any amount of lighting. So much of his energy had been forced into but a single art, a trick that really only he had. As the rest of the party rushes for the sidelines, Gaius halts it with a close of his fist, the power emanating off Brionac in waves rippling out from the edge. He winds back, drawing it over his shoulder as it crackles and screams, burning away the surrounding wind. It leaves a stream of color as it moves, that lingers far longer than it should.

Hyperactive CD [1/3] Eyes dance to that little cursor, slowly building around a tiny squared icon. "Why does this thing always seem to take different amounts of time to charge?" Gaius yells, staring at the HUD only he could really see. "Keep him busy for me?" The dragoon looks to Griswold, spinning the glaive and trying to get it to jump start. Something, anything to get this thing hurried along, looking to the rest of the party, who collectively were tapped the fuck out. The boon of his wind only really applied to him, his endurance was pretty damn hard to match as a result. "I'll try an

Leaning down with that breeze still working its way around him, his polearm still not charged enough to deliver a finisher. He moves close to Kasumi hoping that the breeze would do her some good. "You alright?" Gaius remarks, and as he moves in closer proximity, something shifts. Something changes. The wind becomes softer, more defined and gentle near its nexus. Slowly, Kasumi's breathing starts to stabilize. "I guess so." Gaius didn't quite consider that the effect was coming from him. He keeps his glaive between him and the girl, and the enemy they were facing off with still peeling their as

Charge Refreshed Right into the mouth of this manifested skull looking doorway. Yeah, this was a great idea, wasn't it. Gaius shakes his head, trying to rid himself of doubt. Nowadays, he actually had something to live for, so the thought of diving headfirst into the unknown wasn't really on his set of good ideas. A bit of wind pressure forms around him, sending a scattering of dust and debris, "Not ready, also feels like kinda a waste." Gaius takes account of the drakes about the size of raptors. Normally, his attacks were best saved for larger dudes that could take a beating. These didn

Holding his weapon off to the side, energy beginning to fill the point and expand out from there. The glaive becoming like a torch, allowing light to cast on the right side of his face. "You all got him right, he scared the shit out of me." The dragoon admits, having not fought him in quite a while. He'd forgotten that anything that large even could fit in such a tiny cave. "I am just going to charge this thing up for the next room or whatever, keep me posted if you need a hand." Eyeing the dude on the floor, his eyebrow perked up, matched with a grin. "Doesn't really seem like it, though, sur

Another Floor (23), Later Time Charge CD [1/3], Recovers 34 via BH A bit later in the day, having seen themselves out of the dragon's lair without any issue. This was due to the string of lines of chalk left behind by Simmone. Still buffed out of their eyeballs, one by one the players find their way into the warp pad. Each addition met with a flash of blue light and Gaius being the last to hurry through. "We even in the right area?" Gaius remarks against the dimly lit wall, but is offered no response. Save one, obvious grumble that makes his ears perk up. They were not alone, and on imp

Sliding that steak onto a plate and allowing it to cool. "I ain't scared, I am just smart enough to know not to die. Part of getting older." Watching Freya just wing her ass through a million attempts at cooking what she was trying to. "Why are you doing it like that!?" Gaius bubbles up, she was getting a rise out of him almost deliberately as she drops a damn eggshell into the pan by cracking it on the side of a bowl. "Watch." He moves her off to the side, and with an index and a thumb taps it once on the edge of the pan. Right into the thing, one solid movement, and he casts the shell back i

The guy looked like he was about to blow a gasket. "Freya, everything is not fine. You brought your dad in here, the last time we 'hung out' he told me he'd kill me. That was before he knew that we were going to yanno~" A whistle as he pops his head back toward the window. "I love the idea of giving him a full plate of food, to give him all the energy he needs to beat me to death with a table. Have you seen him? The guy is like a walking brick house." Turning the burner back up, and continuing the hunk of steak he was working on for the guild. Sometimes Freya was absolutely insane. Through his

Out of nowhere, Freya was home, and by the time he can even acknowledge the fact after shoving Boris out of the kitchen. The little ass just couldn't stay out of the pantry ever. Freya breaks the news and her little plan to him. "What!? Helping you with what?" Gaius barks with his hand creating a cup around his mouth. "Are you crazy?" Taking a peek out the window. Griswold was sitting at the counter, and he quickly darts back out of view. "He's here to kill me, isn't he. I knew this was going to happen." Ruffling his hair nervously, trying his best to remain out of the tiny little opening that

Recovers 34 via BH Like a ball on a string, that thing just starts spinning and gets tossed. "Yeah, wait for it." Gaius barks out, his polearm riding the space just to the right of his head. The winds begin, and without warning, the usually forever charging skill fully finishes in a blink of an eye. Beneath his breath, he murmurs, "Why didn't you do this last time?" Winding back, as that weapon glows so bright that it vanishes within that lime green glow. His frame peels back, his left arm drawing out in front of him in reverse. Dragon was moving toward him at surprising speeds, man, that

Noticed BH didn't include HP increases, Celeste & Gaius adjusted Recovers 34 via BH, ID:202340 | Battle:7, Craft:4, Loot:15 (No Proc) Right into the air, Gaius drops onto its head, the spear impaling an eye. It screams through muffled lips. "Miss me, old man?" Gaius barks with that same shit eating grin he loved to present, and one could swear they could see his teeth glimmer. Griswold pays him a scowl, and he cannot help but reciprocate back, "What, worked didn't it?" Griswold lets some fire slip before clutching back on, "Your late!" he yells over heavy panting as the color makes

Twisting on his heel, after the beckon from Simmone to give this crazy shit a shot. "Sure hope this works, if not, I hope it eats you first." The dragoon raises his weapon over his right shoulder, a bit of lime green light claiming its point. It begins to burn hot, washing in that color of all of his sword arts. He takes two rapid steps forward, aiming for the largest target in the sky. His arm falls, his body folding forward as he heaves it with all his might. It evolves from a single raised weapon to a solid and volatile missile, the force alone causes the air to break and clap from the rele

Pressed against one of the massive stone walls like a spider, those were fucking dragons. "You know what dragons do? They fly." Gaius remarks with the realization that no one had thought of this shit before. He jumped, they flew. That means he was about to be point-blank with some of these damn things, and gravity was a bitch. "But I guess we are kinda in the thick of it now." Gaius remarks with a cupped hand, trying to keep his voice down. They'd opened this can of worms, and no matter how crazy this shit was, they'd have to make good on it. Brandishing his glaive, he swallows hard. "Right be

Caught a little off kilter, Sam turning into a total goof as she recounted her life story and some greater meaning. An eyebrow perks up as he struggles not to smirk. "Did you bump your head?" The fact of the matter was, although similar, yet he wasn't about to jump on that ship with her. Sam looked like a damn nutcase, and Gaius wasn't one to just accept some strange dream as fact. "Maybe you need a moment to sort yourself out, we'll be here when yah do. But..." He travels away from the chick before he breaks a smile with his left hand. "What the hell are we supposed to do with that kind of in

In the storage room, still taking shots out of his peripheral at the twins dumping a crate down. Gaius begins to add these small boxes from his inventory to the shelving, hearing a ruckus downstairs. "Ugh, I need more tea." Gaius remarks before his eyes catch the twins, staring at him without blinking. Another shiver down his spine, immediately creeping him out. "No, that doesn't mean I want you to get me tea." They start moving again, ripping the top off that crate and beginning to pour objects onto the shelving, the same as him. Occasionally they need to reach somewhere higher, and create a

Right into the hectic early morning, which Gaius was making his delivery far earlier than normal. Usually his happened near the midafternoon, right when it was getting dark out. "This is normally why I don't show up this early." The dragoon murmurs as he attempts to make his way past the hustle and bustle within this place, as the girls ahead of him tear total ass up the stairs with something far too big. It grinds on the walls, and subtly Gaius mutters "The hell is even in that anyway?" The girl's hearing is far better than he expects. They both turn to him and look down "It's materials, for

A sudden snap to attention, threatening to catapult him into the water as the glow in his eyes fades. "What the fuck was that just now?" Gaius barks to an empty field, clutching his face and rubbing feverishly. He stands and bends, attempting to shake the tingling out of his legs. "Was that a dream? The hell is wrong with me..." remarked without a single concern to who may hear him. Then he just screams before raking his head in his hands, scratching away the crazy. "A past that haunts me?" Having yelled out some of that pent-up weirdness. His eyes immediately dart to his sleeve, one that

Shifting slightly and his head wavers, as he snorts. Eyes begin to twist and wiggle beneath his eyelids. They perk open just a bit, and with it a sliver of lime green light. Sudden winds, cast across the dock, rake through his hair and make it move. Rings turn to waves, pushing the water into a reciprocating current. Still out cold, but yet slight movement and troubled breathing. "Show yourself!" Gaius barks against that gale, finding the howling from it so damn pungent. Curious, with a sense of control that he'd yet to experience. Scanning a horizon, one that mirrored floor 6 in its expanse.

Another Day, Another Time, Another Place A fishing line screams, fighting drastically against a spinning wheel. Pole bends struggling against the weight and tension. It buckles as Gaius begins to doze off, the rod quickly escaping into the lake. He would have to buy another, this was running on the third or so this week. His eyebrow twitches, hangs a bit on some playback behind closed eyelids. Another day, another time, and a morning dew lingers on the air. It was clear that the dragoon was not ready to be amble, having been roused from slumber far too soon. Caught like a fish on a l

ID:200373 | Battle:8, Craft:4, Loot:7 (No Proc) The giant serpent falls, all but expires. And without a second to waste, the tiny little ding like an easy bake oven rings from his HUD. He sighs deeply, but from his bird eye view he catches something. This itty bitty little like bug scurrying away from the carcass. Gaius's attention shifts a bit, pondering the thought. It seemed to be making a beeline for the tower. Glancing around at his comrades, none of them seem to notice the thing at all. Winding back the spear as he sees the plump little beetle squeeze under the door of the tower. He

Spinning the stupid little wheel strapped to the side of this thing, as what he had a hold of just lets go like an asshole. "And why is this better?" Gaius asks rhetorically, either to the pond or the pole itself. It just seemed so, less hands on then the alternative. He grumbles for a minute, obviously pissed off. Slinging the hook back into the waves, watching it sink just out of view as it drags a bobber. "Just you wait, I'll get your approval. Even if I've got to fish it up out of this fucking lake." Gaius spins the spool, trying to goad one of the little bastards outside of view to take a

A wiggle on his line and he peels free another, his eyes fixated on his spear as he returns the cast. This one had been, what, his third so far? Thoughts shift to the smith, Freya's dad. The guy really seemed to want to turn his face into a crater on more than one occasion. But that pole arm was his work, as were all that he wielded. If the guy truly couldn't stand him, then why help him at all? A rake of his hand through the hair on the back of his head, trying to scratch away the confusion. "Am I right for her? Does it really matter if she's happy?" Gaius asked the pole as if it held some an