Gaius

2/27/21

184284, T1/Uncommon/Dessert Intended to Salvage
184284-1, T1/Uncommon/Dessert Intended to Salvage
184285, T1/Uncommon/Dessert Intended to Salvage
184285-1, T1/Uncommon/Dessert Intended to Salvage

Crafting Respite: 179961

184289, T1/Uncommon/Dessert Intended to Salvage
184291, T1/Uncommon/Dessert Intended to Salvage
184293, T1/Uncommon/Dessert Intended to Salvage
184293-1, T1/Uncommon/Dessert Intended to Salvage

"Good, gives you a moment to think, yeah? Half of cooking is using your gut, and guessing. You know what it tastes like, now what did I add?" Gaius waved his hand as he took the plate from her hands, moving it into a wash basin and beginning to work it clean alongside those from his morning meal. "When you can figure out what I put in it, then you're on the right track. Have the shit I make is playing by ear. I know what it should taste like, I can pick up what is in it based on how it tastes." He muttered strongly as he places the first of many dishes into a strainer with a clack. "Those ingredients won't find themselves, and recipes don't write themselves. Hell, half of mine aren't even on paper." Gaius boasted at his constant experimentation, his guessing through things that ended up being either amazing or a total failure.

Gaius rounds back into the pantry, without a word plucking a few objects from the back room. "I haven't done this shit before, but let's see. Maybe you're the visual type...." He begins to work the pile of crap she'd placed around, with an odd precision by comparison to his normal. It was almost too quick to follow his hands, popping the complete thing into the oven and turning that shit up to 11, he throttles it in a weird and brash way to cook it quicker without burning it. Popped out with his bare ass hand, he complains in regards to the numbness in his hands before jamming them under a sink. "Take some, try it. Get a sense of what you're shooting for. You might just need a break, to think. Figure your shit out. This seemed right enough, might as well taste what you're making. It's how I can make shit, who knows, maybe you're like me. Which would make you 100% a better chef than..." He paused and looked down to the running faucet turning it off. "Maggie."

Given to Blueberry:
Lemon Berry Palmiers (Loot Dice +3: 175861)

The rattling of shelves proves the girl was still shaking the shelves, as she storms into the back. Gaius cannot help but shake his head as head as heard his pantry wiggle with the tiny pitter patter clacking on his floor. "Yeah, I bet it will. You find whatever your after?" Gaius asked of the girl through a hole of the cluttered structure, barely glancing over her head in the gap. He manages only to see a twist of a pink haired head, as it flounders away between the labyrinth of shelving. The dragoon eyeballs the shelves, and looks down the length at the lump of stuff on the counter. She was getting close, but it was clear she was completely lost in a full sized kitchen designed to feed multiple people. He wanders to the countertop, taking a sip of the brew in his clutches. "hmm, got a thing for fruit?" He asks back to her.

"Why the hell not." Gaius barked through the hole still stuck on stupid from what had transpired. He reaches into the upper cabinet and draws out another pan, adding it to the burner to increase the portions. "If you get your ass in here and help me." He joked through the window toward the girl, sensing a bit of discomfort in her voice and making her drop that shit. A slab of steak with a fine seasoning on it turned as she wrapped her arms around him, a white porridge in the other as he was cooking up a rather high class foodstuff of rice. The guy only knew a few recipes of the highest caliber and difficult to create, but he didn't kick Hestia's ass sideways without a keen palate. As it turned out eating all that food he did in the regular had turned him into one hell of a chef. The burner ignites as Freya ushers in beside him and grabs a couple of utensils.

It was peaceful.

Quest Complete:
Freya
Crystal of Support [T1/Perfect/Crystal] Mass Heal
4*SP (1 Thread Closure, 1 Event Bonus, 2 Quest Reward)
Freyd
2*SP (1 Thread Closure, 1 Event Bonus)
Gaius
6*SP (1 Thread Closure, 1 Event Bonus, 2 Quest Reward, 2 Mega Slime Farm)
Setsuna
4*SP (1 Thread Closure, 1 Event Bonus, 2 Quest Reward)
Simmone:
400*Col (Thread Closure for ease)

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In a blink of his eyes Gaius ends up on a completely different floor in an instant. "The hell just happened?" Somewhere in that moment, Gaius had lost track of time and his senses. They were in his shop, and a rumble in his stomach convinces him to move to the kitchen still trying to process and relying on more primal instincts. Right through the threshold into the kitchen, peering through the small window that exposed it. "So is the quest over or whatever, that dude was a player or somethin'?" Gaius asks them both who were still stuck there discussing some butthole that ripped open before he was expedited here. He wasn't complaining really, it was a quick way home and he was a little famished but. What the hell was going on? The dude wasn't a thinking man, so wrapping his head around this odd portal between floors was asking a bit too much of him. The rattle of dishes in his hand as he moves for the cupboards overhead, the sound of a burner being lit. He'd stick to what he knew, and that was eating.

"It is, it was." Gaius barked out abruptly, still holding his ground on this. "But the kid fuckin' left. Not just the meeting." He balled a fist, and it would be immediately clear that he was conflicted. Taking a moment to build some distance between Raidou, he wanted to deck him one. But the motherfucker was right, and that made it even worse. "Not just the meeting, the guild completely. I just...don't fuckin' get it." He'd eye Freyd and reach for his face rubbing it feverishly with both hands.

Raidou looks to Eruda and she hands him the main object, tapping it with another he held to force it to be copied. An extension of his hand to Gaius. Completely confused by why the hell it was being given to him, Gaius reaches out and rips it free with a quick swipe. A tap of his finger as he shouldered the sound it would play, it almost stung as it played in his hand. A minute by minute recount of the whole damn thing. Once it was done, the dragoon drops it where it was held.

It made his skin itch, almost burn as temper's rose. "I hate that I agree with you, I can't stand it. I would rather just punch you, myself." Gaius looked to Freyd earnest, being totally honest. "This whole thing happened for what? What the hell was the reason behind this?" He'd glance to Mari with his glare still piercing, a strange seriousness from him that usually completely absent. "He couldn't listen at all, and you know what I think?" he pauses opening his inventory and peeling out a roll of his to eat angerly. Instead of shoving a spear through someones face. "I think he thinks he's protecting you from us." A gesture in a point with a jerk "From you. As if the guild was invested in climbing in your ass and building a nest."

A split second, time almost stops as dude peels out a dagger and starts waving it toward Freya. "Ey buddy, fuck off." Gaius barks ripping his glaive up like a javelin. The winds scream around it, the whole thing jumps magnitudes in a blink of an eye. The polearm swells and gains a gleam of lime green, as Gaius takes two steps forward and heaves it with a magnificent force. It sounds like a depth charge as it breaches the sound barrier. It screams through the air and connects with the brokers left side, ripping him from his feet like being shot point blank with a rocket. Gaius jumps as he scatters across the field in huge bounds and a tumble. This ends rather abruptly as the dragoon lands on him from above.

"Who the fuck do you think you are buddy." Gaius swells with a strange seriousness, completely out of character for him. Latching onto the handle of his weapon with a flare of green and his hair held in a current, he pushes it down with a sharp jerk to a pair of eyes pleading for forgiveness. The guy beneath him is erased in an instant. Within his tavern, a small bear was in a frenzy.

Dimension Stampede [x15], -13 EN (17 - [Finesse 3] - [Stamina]), Charge (+1 DMG, -1 ACC)

ID# 183197 results: Battle: 9 [Minor Critical] vs. Mysterious Broker dealing 18x15=270 DMG

Players:
Freya | HP:840/840 | EN:80/82 | DMG:16 | EVA:2 | ACC:3 | BLD:24 | REC:1
Gaius | HP:990/990 | EN:93/106 | DMG:16 | MIT:23 | ACC:1 | H.M.:4 | REC:2
Setsuna | HP:900/900 | EN:78/90 | DMG:16 | EVA:3 | ACC:3
Freyd | HP:1790/1790 | EN:179/191 | DMG:20 | MIT:79 | EVA:2 | ACC:4 | VAMP OFF:179 | HLY:6 | FLN:6 | LD:5 | BH:89

Enemy:
Mysterious Broker | HP:150/150| DMG:200 | PARA: 1 Turn | Battle Healing CD:10 (+50 HP)

Post Counter: 7

Dropping out of the gate in an instant, a spin of his glaive pushes it behind his shoulder. "What'd I miss?" Looking to Freya for an invite, then taking account of Freyd. "The spook..." He shook his head, old habits died hard. "I mean Freyd, right?" He stirred, watching a skill trigger from the dude. Right, he was a captain or whatever. Hard to put an understanding of just how many little things the guy could do. "So what is on the plate today, a dragon? A worm or somethin'. Not that I really care, they all die the same. Stick the sharp end in until it stops moving." A flash of the warp gate at his back, a bitter chill ran down his spine. He knew that shit a mile away, Setsuna

He turns and moves the fuck out the way, as she glares at him the same. Always so angry, made him look tame by comparison.

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Disguise Fades, Disguise CD [1/3]

Worming away with the polearm trapped in its face, Gaius begins to slip it in further then it was. It tears and the thing squeals as that lance penetrates deeper. "Had enough?" The dragoon goads to the monster falling on its last legs rather quickly, and it wasn't until an outcry from his back his attention would turn. "What the fuck was that?" he eyes Eruda still consumed by flames, the surface of the lake steaming in white trails as a good portion of the boat was on fire. "Holy shit, Mrs. Tank..." He shakes his head falling on old habits. "Eruda, what the fuck?" The beast worms a bit and plucks the spear out of its head, as Gaius plummets he extends out a left hand and lands squarely folding it and bouncing back to his feet. "Looks good on you, lets fry this bitch so we can go home." Spoken as he lifts a foot and stomps out a bit of the flames revealing a slightly scorched wood.

Dimension Stampede [x15], -13 EN (17 - [Finesse 3] - [Stamina])

ID# 183111 results: Battle: 5+1+1=7, Hit vs. The Lurker dealing 22x15=330-150=180 DMG, Craft: 9 [+2 EN]

Players:
Gaius | HP:990/990 | EN:83/106 | DMG:22 | MIT:23 | ACC:1 | H.M.:4 | REC:2
Sam | HP:800/800 | EN:59/78 | DMG:22(+2) | MIT:12 | ACC:5 | BLD:24 | LD:3 | REC:2
Shiina | HP:800/800 | EN:68/80 | DMG:1 | MIT:79 | MENDING:1 | REC:4 | LD:3
Eruda | HP:870/870 | EN:76/84 | DMG:3 | MIT:117 | BLD:24 | TAUNT | THRNS:36 | REC:1 | BH:26 | DoT -25%

Mobs:
(1,0,0,4) The Lurker | HP:125/500 | DMG:250 (300/350) | MIT:150 | ACC:2 | EVA: -1

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A prompted message draws his attentions toward the tiny and slightly transparent box, a slide open reveals a message. The tapping of his boots below, breaking up twigs as he punched through more and more of Floor 6. The guy couldn't get enough of the place, it seemed to go on forever and he was always finding something new. "Wha? really? now?" Gaius questions it rubbing the spot just above his nose. "Guess this shit can wait, which way was town again?" The dragoon perks up taking in his surroundings. The huge ass trees were hardly helping. A punch of air as he lunges and scampers up one of the pillars as if running on the ground. His shoes slide as he grabs heavy on a branch and hangs, propping his other just above his eyes to shield the light from them. "Ah, there it is."

His legs fold beneath him, the canopy begins to shake as the pressure around him builds. Like a released sling or the pull of a trigger, Gaius pounces from that rod with enough force to rocket toward the settlement in a speed that was absurd. Thankfully, he had a way to break that fall.

Mega Slime Farm Activated: +2 SP upon Thread Closure

Gaius | HP:990/990 | EN:106/106 | DMG:16 | MIT:23 | ACC:1 | H.M.:4 | REC:2

Post Counter: 13

The boat rocks as Gaius rears back, and fires his polearm like a bullet. It lances through the eye causing it to screech in anguish. "Wow that was easier then I thought It'd be." The dragoon comments lunging onto his weapon, and twisting it in the now glowing eye socket. The weapon discharges a hum of green light, like a pulse the beast screams out in anguish. It begins to thrash about trying to break Gaius loose, but he was a hell of a guy to get off of once he got attached. The polearm slips in just a bit further as he holds it steady, aiming to drive it completely through the Lurker. It's teeth begin to clamp and slam together in a chattering, the A.I. weighing its options to what it could do to stop him. It did not know however, that Gaius had long bested a fish much larger then this one and it didn't stand any chance.

Dimension Stampede [x15], -13 EN (17 - [Finesse 3] - [Stamina]), Charge Activated (+1 DMG, -1 ACC), Disguise Activated (+1 EVA)

ID# 183104 results: Battle: 6+1-1+1=7, Hit vs. The Lurker dealing 23x15=345-150=195 DMG

Players:
Gaius | HP:990/990 | EN:93/106 | DMG:22 | MIT:23 | ACC:1 | H.M.:4 | REC:2
Sam | HP:800/800 | EN:78/78 | DMG:22 | MIT:12 | ACC:5 | BLD:24 | LD:3 | REC:2
Shiina | HP:800/800 | EN:80/80 | DMG:1 | MIT:79 | MENDING:1 | REC:4 | LD:3
Eruda | HP:870/870 | EN:84/84 | DMG:3 | MIT:117 | BLD:24 | TAUNT | THRNS:36 | REC:1 | BH:26 | DoT -25%

Mobs:
(1,0,0,0) The Lurker | HP:305/500 | DMG:250 (300/350) | MIT:150 | ACC:2 | EVA: -1
(0,0,0,0) Fossil Fish #1 | HP:250/250 | DMG:100 (125/150) | MIT:50 | ACC:1 | EVA: 2
(0,0,0,0) Fossil Fish #2 | HP:250/250 | DMG:100 (125/150) | MIT:50 | ACC:1 | EVA: 2
(0,0,0,0) Fossil Fish #3 | HP:250/250 | DMG:100 (125/150) | MIT:50 | ACC:1 | EVA: 2
(0,0,0,0) Fossil Fish #4 | HP:250/250 | DMG:100 (125/150) | MIT:50 | ACC:1 | EVA: 2

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Gaius spins his glaive before docking it behind his right shoulder, eyeballing the two girls and the agent of chaos. A nod and an affirmation of his grin "Suits me fine." A twist of his head as he begins to break out the walls of the place, he didn't have time to play twenty questions with these guys. He wanted to keep the ball rolling, and could hardly do that if he was having long drawn conversations with seemingly no end. On that front that's what he liked about Setsuna, the girl never kept talking for more than a few seconds. Wait a moment... Gaius stops dead in his tracks. Did he just appreciate Setsuna, again? What the fuck is wrong with me? The thought rattled around in his noggin like a marble, it was sinking in that this was changing by the day. A hard swallow and a shake of his head, trying to break that shit loose.

Post Counter: 6

Into the walls of Deepedge as he coasts over the perimeter, sliding upon a rooftop before leaping down. His feet clatter against the red slated panels that compose one, bouncing toward another maybe some ten feet away. A jam of his weapon down causes his momentum to carry upward, a flourish and spin overhead as the winds trigger and mitigate the fall. It does a fair job of scaring the shit out of the players present, a tap of his shoes one after another with a wide grin on his face. "Sorry." He ushers softly with a scratch on the back of head, clattering up to the gate and yelling out "Floor 18, Eriwald" the pad triggers and washes the place with its blue hue glow, in an instant the pulse tears and bends reality firing him up. In the swamp like town he lands, the varied wooden platforms to compose a semi normal looking floor. It instantly reminded him of snake out of water, reaffirming the lessons imparted in an instant. "Sup guys?" Gaius barks to the group with his smile still held.

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An aimless traverse of the rolling gold fields that composed floor 7, just outside the walls of Deepedge. A gentle breeze plays through the mans hair, a twist up and a close of his eyes as he breathes deeply. A sharp exhale as the dragoon let that wind pass him by, to wherever it was seeking. A ding on his HUD peels his attention down, and a shift of it open reveals a message from Eruda of all people. "Hmm, what have you been up to?" Gaius remarks to the page rhetorically, curious what it was Eruda had been doing. A quick response that he was coming sent back in an instant, Gaius manifests his weapon and uses it to vault upward before a breaking crash sends him forward in a bolt of energy. The man was getting strong, the man was becoming who he was always going to be. The man was different.

Gaius Consumes: Titan's Strength (+3 DMG) 180976, Well Done Steak (Protein 3/Filled) 180857

Gaius | HP:990/990 | EN:106/106 | DMG:22 | MIT:23 | ACC:1 | H.M.:4 | REC:2

ID# 182859 results: Craft: 9 (No Damage Taken)

A lift of his polearm causes a swell of power, and a single downward heave casts it like a bullet through the air. It screams in an echo with a flare of green light, The boss ducks down out of instinct, and the weapon pass by harmlessly above. It collides with the back wall with enough force to cause it to begin to crack, forming hairlines in a trail up toward the ceiling. "Shit." Gaius remarks with a spring up as the hound barrels below him, a twist of his frame rights him to the littered crag ceiling as a floor. Placing both legs in a fold with his left hand, he rips toward his anchored polearm and latches the handle. He'd not dawdle and let this thing run rampant, but he'd need his weapon for that. A solid pluck of it from the wall sends a few shards to the floor below as Gaius springs back toward combat.

Dimension Stampede [x15], -13 EN (17 - [Finesse 3] - Stamina) -2 EN Miss

ID# 182860 results: Battle: 3+1=4, Missed vs. Cerberus Head, Craft: 2 [No Proc]

Heavy Momentum Triggered: +4 DMG

Players:
Sam | HP:780/780 | EN:67/76 | DMG:16 | MIT:12 | ACC:3 | BLD:24 | LD:3 | REC:2
Gaius | HP:960/970 | EN:94/104 | DMG:16(4) | MIT:23 | ACC:1 | H.M.:4 | REC:2
Simmone | HP:810/820 | EN:77/82 | DMG:1 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12 | LD:5 | KEEN:1 | REC:4
Griswold | HP:889/890 | EN:78/86 | DMG:9 | MIT:84 | ACC:2 | THRNS:36 | REC:2 | TAUNT

Enemies:
[0,0,0,0] Cerberus Head 2 | HP:30/30 | DMG:80 +10 Burn on Next Turn [MD 9-10 Full Phase]

ID# 182852 results: Craft: 8 (No Damage Taken)

Gaius recoils and begins to spin his glaive, desperate to try that shit again. Another sweep and you could hear the polearm pass through the air, before a sudden detonation of winds and power that bleed out from the swipe. The two that Sam had missed quickly lose all semblance of footing, taking flight like birds. They whimper as they desperately clamber for the ground. Colliding with the magma stone flooring with a crash, a fling of pebbles, and a bit of the molten orange liquid they were long gone. Gaius chuckles and spins away the weapon from its extension as a gleam of the glow around him plays down it. "NEXT!" Gaius barks to the cavern in a goading gesture, these last had been nothing they couldn't handle. The cavern replies with the heavy stomp of a beast exiting the smoke, a breath of fire in heavy pants. "Bring it."

[x4 AoE] Hellish Twice, -5 EN (4- [Finesse 3] - [Stamina] + 4 [2 Targets Struck])

ID# 182850 results: Battle: 5+1=6, Hit vs. Hell Hound 9 dealing 16x4=64 DMG, Craft: 7 [+2 EN]
ID# 182851 results: Battle: 9, Minor Critical [+1 DMG] vs. Hell Hound 10 dealing 17x4=68 DMG

Players:
Sam | HP:780/780 | EN:66/76 | DMG:16 | MIT:12 | ACC:3 | BLD:24 | LD:3 | REC:2
Gaius | HP:960/970 | EN:95/104 | DMG:16 | MIT:23 | ACC:1 | H.M.:4 | REC:2
Simmone | HP:810/820 | EN:77/82 | DMG:1 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12 | LD:5 | KEEN:1 | REC:4
Griswold | HP:889/890 | EN:78/86 | DMG:9 | MIT:84 | ACC:2 | THRNS:36 | REC:2 | TAUNT

Enemies:
[0,0,0,0] Hell Hound 9 | HP:30/30 | DMG:50 [MD 9: 75, MD10: 100]
[0,0,0,0] Hell Hound 10 | HP:30/30 | DMG:50 [MD 9: 75, MD10: 100]

ID# 182840 results: Craft: 2 (-10 HP, Environmental Damage)

Gaius barrels in right behind Sam with a current at his back, causing the orange glow around him to blur. A rip of his glaive up the dragoon shotguns forward with surprising horizontal power. One broad stroke causes a shockwave of torrential wind that throws most of the targets flying. Off in the distance, you can hear them exploding, as Gaius twirls his polearm and ushers the point down with a metallic clink. "Worked out, weird that turns out the force from my swing can kinda echo out." Gaius wasn't a thinking man but this was interesting to him regardless, turns out the pressure from his swings was great enough to yeet things around. Neat. With a moment of pause (see what I did there :3) Gaius watches as more begin to peel out of the ashes around them. "Looks like there's more, keep on your toes." he ushers to the rest.

[x4 AoE] Hellish Twice, -7 EN (4- [Finesse 3] - [Stamina] + 6 [3 Targets Struck])

ID# 182836 results: Battle: 4+1=5, Missed vs. Hell Hound 5
ID# 182837 results: Battle: 6+1=7, Hit vs. Hell Hound 6 dealing 16x4=64 DMG
ID# 182838 results: Battle: 7+1=8, Hit vs. Hell Hound 7 dealing 16x4=64 DMG
ID# 182839 results: Battle: 9, Minor Critical [+1 DMG] vs. Hell Hound 8 dealing 17x4=68 DMG

Players:
Sam | HP:780/780 | EN:67/76 | DMG:16 | MIT:12 | ACC:3 | BLD:24 | LD:3 | REC:2
Gaius | HP:960/970 | EN:97/104 | DMG:16 | MIT:23 | ACC:1 | H.M.:4 | REC:2
Simmone | HP:820/820 | EN:82/82 | DMG:1 | EVA:1 | ACC:3 | BLD:12 | LD:5 | KEEN:1 | REC:4
Griswold | HP:890/890 | EN:86/86 | DMG:9 | MIT:84 | ACC:2 | THRNS:36 | REC:2 | TAUNT

Enemies:
[0,0,0,0] Hell Hound 5 | HP:30/30 | DMG:50 [MD 9: 75, MD10: 100]
[0,0,0,0] Hell Hound 6 | HP:30/30 | DMG:50 [MD 9: 75, MD10: 100]
[0,0,0,0] Hell Hound 7 | HP:30/30 | DMG:50 [MD 9: 75, MD10: 100]
[0,0,0,0] Hell Hound 8 | HP:30/30 | DMG:50 [MD 9: 75, MD10: 100]

A twist of his upper body as he spins the glaive behind his right shoulder beneath his arm pit. "Noted. Simmone?" He looks toward the entry of the warp plaza as Sam in her skinny ass hops clean of the gate. "Ah, yeah the cat chick and uh, I forget her name." It had been some time since he'd last seen Sam, like first lessons. A tap of his boots as he ushers closer and sends them both invites. "So uh, Guardian of fire, we got Griswold to uh. Get us there. Some dogs and one big one. Shouldn't be too tough, getting there is going to be a bitch. I packed food for everyone, I am sure you all forgot." Gaius goads as he pops a sack filled with field rations, nonenhanced food that would serve to sate them on the trek. Most of it of course was for him, which was why it was so damn much.

"Alright..." Gaius mutters out as he finishes the last of his roll, realizing shortly after that Griswold was glaring at him. "Alright!" He chokes out, it was clear the old man was serious. The dragoon raises from the seat, a message sent to the rest of the guild to see who'd be joining them for the ride. He really just wanted to give himself some distance from Griswold and avoid the possibility of being punched. "Infernal Cavern. Who names this stuff, isn't this whole place basically an infernal cavern?" Gaius looks through the settlement gates out into the blackened rock that composed the entire floor, he could see veins of magma basically everywhere as far as the eye could see. A twist of his hands out in front of him peel a glaive from the ether, now it was on the others to arrive. Until then he'd have to bear the stare from daddy dearest.

Held in his hands a single roll, white bread with a slight polish on the light golden brown exterior. A hearty bite as he eyeballed the quest board with greasy fingers. "Seems good, should be a piece of cake." Gaius remarks as he taps one of the listings, causing it to fade out and the menu to close. A couple of steps away as he took in the sights of the place with one of his arms behind his head. "So heat and crap, probably going to be some sort of hazards like the sandstorm and frost bite. Shouldn't be nothing we cant handle." Gaius remarks shifting over and eyeing the smith who'd caught wind of the dude showing up on his home turf. It was odd that the old man agreed to come along, but like hell, if Gaius was going to argue with him. The dude was huge, and the dragoon had just barely gotten him to ease up after all this time.

Gaius Consumes Yui's Grace #2: +1 SP upon Thread Closure

Gaius | HP:970/970 | EN:104/104 | DMG:16 | MIT:23 | ACC:1 | H.M.:4 | REC:2

Gaius shutters as the ground begin to rumble, a faint wind of his own design beginning to encircle him. It causes a scatter of sand as he vaults airborne and it pulses outward in a ring from the point of his polearm. A one trick pony but it did the job. Gaius was eying the creature carefully looking for that opportune moment to drop on it like a meteorite. It would be on the rest of the party to keep it at bay until then, questioning if the damn thing would last that long. They were becoming quite powerful in their own right. Meaning Freya and Griswold. Setsuna, however, didn't have a fucking clue to how strong the girl really was. The humming charge of his glaive as it was charging gaining the first tier of magnification as he was held aloft by that gale he was producing listing softly.

Dimension Stampede [x15], -14 EN (17 - [Finesse 3]), Charge Activated (-1 ACC, +1 DMG) -2 EN

ID# 182750 results: Battle: 3-4-1=-2, Missed vs. Land Shark the Terra Firma

Heavy Momentium Triggered: +4 DMG

Players:
[H:0] Freya | HP:800/800 | EN:76/78 | DMG:21 | EVA:2 | ACC:5 | BLD:24 | REC:1
[H:1] Setsuna | HP:860/860 | EN:74/86 | DMG:21 | EVA:3 | ACC:5
[H:0] Gaius | HP:950/950 | EN:100/102 | DMG:22{4} | MIT:13 | ACC:0 | H.M.:4 | REC:2
[H:0] Griswold | HP:850/850 | EN:82/82 | DMG:12 | MIT:84 | ACC:4 | THRNS:36 | REC:2 | TAUNT

Enemy:
Land Shark the Terra Firma | HP:410/650 | DMG:250 | MITI:75 | EVA:4
Assault Mode: On an LD roll of 10+, this boss will spot through hidden players, and the bosses ACC and EVA will temporarily switch for his attack and his attack only and will strike as though it had partial phase on a natural roll of 9, and full phase on a roll of 10.
Hard-Scaled: Paralysis and Freeze does not work on this boss.
Weak-Spots: On a player’s roll of a natural 9-10, they will gain partial phase on their attack.

Keeping in tow with Freya, allowing Ko to bring Boris along as long as she kept an eye on him. He was the most likely to blow away in this storm. Gaius remembered Butcher of the Sands, that sandstorm did not inspire confidence to something so small. A peel of the veil rips his glaive from the air, a green flash as it becomes solid. "Alright so a shark, didn't we kill one of those already? Should be a piece of cake." He bit his tongue on the last bit. "But we will take it slow, dunno if it's got any weird tricks or something." Backpedal complete. Accepting the party invite as it's fired off from Freya, a nod to the old man as he appeared complacent. It didn't seem like Griswold was aiming to punch him today, so it was better than usual. A ripe breakfast in his belly, a cat holding some luggage, and a group of steamrolling high level players. What's not to love?

"Yeah maybe, when I ain't sleeping in a shoebox. Boris is kind of an animal, and leaves shit everywhere when he eats. I get the thought, and thanks but this shit don't really work in here." Gaius slides off his bed still in skivvies as he reaches down for a pair of pants. A slight bit of the tea still in his other hand manages off the rim and onto the floor. Ko was all about that, taking to the newly formed puddle and beginning to lap up the sugared drink. The familiar would be hyper as crap for the hours to come, the metabolism of a gerbil. Gaius dons a pair of pants tossing his shirt over his right shoulder, and shaking his head once he notices a left cup of joe. Using a claw like hand, he rings the thing and begins to waddle his ass through the entry trying not to spill anything as Boris barrels through the open door. What a morning.

A rise from slumber, Boris clambering over him with a hunger to drive him. A slink out of his bed to find Freya just camping out in his room. "Why did you break into my room?" Gaius asked rather bluntly, her father would either kill him or them both for this. Boris had since found his breakfast, yawning with a smack before cooing at Ko. A slight mess once he starts, dumping tiny brown spheres everywhere. Now Gaius could die on them, this was why he didn't eat in his room. A soft sigh as he reaches for the cup of tea, not getting what Freya's motives were as he popped open his menu and began to scroll through daily affairs like an old man watching the weather channel. "Another quest, shit I'm game." Gaius spoke eyeballing the floor where his armor and clothes were still strewn about the place. She hadn't cleaned up any, so at least there was a little of his privacy left.

Dining Hall Activated: Well Done Steak {Protein 2: 180851-2, 180851-3) Combined into Feast [0/4]

Gaius Consumes: Well Done Steak Feast [1/4], Titan's Strength (+3 DMG)

Gaius | HP:950/950 | EN:102/102 | DMG:22 | MIT:13 | ACC:1 | H.M.:4 | REC:2