Gaius

A grumble as he rakes his fingers through his hair, taking some eggs on a fork and tossing it toward Boris. *slap* it hits the floor rather readily, spreading a bit before the bear digs into the puddle. The gold mixture of tea, as he tosses in a couple sugar cubes and stirs. "K, I uh. Yes." Gaius didn't really know how to process the girl's dirty laundry. "I guess that's a lot to handle. I haven't really had anything nearly as crazy as that sounds happen to me." Clutching his hand around that cup of tea, and taking a soft sip at the rim. The plate was empty, it didn't take him too awful long t

Blinking a few times, as he stared intently through the kitchen window. "Damn it." his shoulders go limp as he pulls the kettle off the burner. Sliding his way back out of the kitchen, and finding a bar stool. Starting to dig into the meal she'd prepared. "Yeah?" plucking a piece of bacon off the plate and tossing it down to Boris who starts to turn it into crumbs. Rubbing a pair of still sleepy eyes. "Ok, but how does that affect now?" The dude starts to stir his eggs, he wanted to be supportive, but fuck it was early. Wasn't she already passed all this crap already, no sense in dwelling on a

A yawn as he turns and hits the floor with a solid thud, one that one could hear through to the floor below. "ugh." he murmurs, slowly peeling himself up in his skivvies. The guy was dealing with some serious crazy fatigue after getting torn into a butt hole into heaven and getting a weapon pulled out of his chest. Sliding up and slowly piecing his clothes on as he motions out of his bedroom door and starts to trek down the tavern's stairs. A blink as he catches a side glance of blonde hair. Either Eruda broke in like a crook, or Freya was up earlier than usual. "Mornin'" he grumbles as he mov

Koga moves much more than the dragoon thought he would, but then again, he'd nailed him while the dude wasn't paying attention. "He's just being modest, honestly, I couldn't get him to shut up about yah." Folding his arms and nodding, as if pretending to recount the affair entirely wrong. "Yeah, we're guild members, some of the time, which isn't that often. Lately we just kinda ass blast through everything, so goings been kinda 'quick'. Last was a dragon or something, I forget. Anyway, since you finally showed up, maybe he can show you around." Wingman mode achieved, as he caught the look on h

"Woah woah, simmer down short stuff." A sudden rag getting yeeted past him holding a hand of cards. "The hell am I supposed to know what you call yourself. Didn't mean to offend you. I wasn't trying to accuse you of muttering out strange things over a gutted lamb. I meant like, yanno Harry Potter or whatever. 'it's pronounced leviosa' you know what, forget it." Turning in his chair, he'd look at some other patrons with almost a plead in his eyes. These chicks were clearly bonkers. One was talking about farting out rainbows, and the other was just shortly before scarfing food off the floor like

Continuing to deal out cards, watching on as shit just took a seriously insane turn. The whole place had a slowly creeping puddle of water, buncha people rushing around trying to contain it. Gaius just sat there, playing the observer with a dumbstruck look on his face. "Blue you're the weird one, the hell is that thing?" he gestures to the sudden inclusion of flan that was expanding like a muffin in an oven. "Might want to get that thing checked before it pops the lid off this joint." Reaching up and rubbing his eyebrows and top half of his face, this was stressing him out. "Anyway, puddles of

Eyes shut tight, and the smell of flowers lingers on his nose. Words and conversation work to convince him this was real and yet, as he opens them, he can barely recognize his clothes. Looking about with reluctance to Freya and Freyd to which he was the most familiar. "Are we fucking dead?" Gaius admits abruptly, trying to rationalize whatever they'd just dived in. They didn't even get a chance to fight back. The guy couldn't even hardly recognize them either. "Apparently I am pretty out of the loop. Who is Montjoy?" Looking to Freyd, the spook, he'd never heard referred to in such a way.

Results: Gaius | 12 (a 23, bust) Koga | 2 (a 3) Astreya | 14 (a 15) Astralin | 18 (a 19) Yona | 5 (a 15) Winner: Astralin Feverously scratching his hair, as he added another card to his own pile. "Shit..I'm out." Flipping them over and revealing a Jack beneath that Queen and a three of hearts. As the pot would make motions toward Astralin and her nigh unbeatable luck on this hand. A slow pooling lake slid out from the kitchen, and a sopping wet dude went to talk up a chick that was hanging out in the corner. "Smooth." Gaius quips toward @Hirru, smiling and offering him a thumb

Results: Gaius | 15 (a 16) Koga | 16 (a 17) Astreya | 10 (an 11, bust?) Astralin | 6 (a 7) Yona | 9 (a 10) Winner: Koga Second Hand: ID:203609 | Battle:1, Craft:5, Loot:11 After dealing out respective cards to those who wanted an extra or two. "Reveal." The man barked, flipping his over, and a cocky grin scans the various hands. Some over, while others were so drastically low. It looked like he'd won out, Hell yeah. Then he finds Koga's and his heart sinks. "Fuck, guess you got me." The man chuckles, dumping a handful of cookies into the pile from his inventory. What a we

"Why does that name sound familiar?" Gaius scratches the back of his head, a struggled bit of breathing slowly stabilizing itself. He'd convinced himself that the dream was nothing more than an imaginary bit of fuckery of a tired mind. Turning his attentions from Freya and listening to Freyd's quick description of whatever the hell this was, it started to ring a bell. About as weird as Val-Halla. "Well, fuck it. I'm here now, count me in." Staring into the realm of madness, this black portal that seemed to offer no view as what may be hiding on the other side. It scared even him. Loo

"Here." Gaius remarks with a bit of wind taken out of his sails, having legged some serious ass from floor 7 up here. That was his reply to the circumstance, he wasn't full of total shit when he said what he did. The dragoon expected Freya and Freyd, slightly Sam. But the blonde tank, not in the slightest. "Another family get together or somethin'?" The dude choked out the words, before folding over and clutching his kneecaps. Familiars were stuck at home, stuck in the bathroom. Couldn't really give them free reign of the place. Else he'd have a sea of broken eggshells all over the tavern. Rai

OOC: Rollie rules, roll the dice, use LD. Highest wins, no modifiers. In the event of a tie is a 'push' Cards: ID:203394 | Battle:2, Craft:12, Loot:15 Shuffling the food over, and reaching into a pocket on his coat. "Glad I snagged these from Simmone." he chuckled and lifted open the box, starting to deal cards across. Two to each player. "I mean, you're welcome to show up and pick something out for yourself. It's like 'fancy' food, dunno, just kinda wing it. Which why I didn't teach Blue squat. Being a chef is about following your gut. Good food isn't math." a glance to Nari, the gi

One eye kind of perks out, as Blue wiggles and worms. Eying this purple haired chick a bit close. A tinge of red on her nose. One corner of his mouth would perk up, snatching the bottle from Blue. Taking a hearty a swig and popping it back into her hands. "Really Blue, then prove it. Maybe they'll stop showing up in my joint, and you can be stuck with those lazy assholes all day." His attention shifts, a wide grin and one can swear they could see a tiny star on the edge of his teeth. "More the merrier, of course I make more than just desserts." Gesturing to his face and inflated ego with

A glare and a fuzz of the girl's hair, and as soon as it is removed there was a *poof*, and it stuck on end. "Really, Frying Pan Boi?" She must have meant this dude, that was his conversation bro for the last 15 or so minutes. Taking a glance toward Koga and then back. "No shit, you were stuck in my kitchen for the better half of a month. If you came back to visit, I'd think you bumped your fucking head." Nudging Koga with his shoulder, the guy murmurs. "But fuck it, right? Roll with the punches and pick ourselves up. Ain't no use wallowing in the funk. It's Christmas, leave the heavy shit fo

Emptying out the current bottle and grabbing another from the dining room table, leaning down and muttering to @Yona "Keep eating like that, and you might end up with a stomach ache. I am the best chef in Aincrad, we aren't going to run out." Shuffling back to @Koga and pulling the cork on another bottle, offering a shrug at the weird chick. Guess this whole talking party wasn't so bad, but it was clearly a more adult celebration. It hadn't dawned on him that most of these kids were nerds, and had no reference of how a party actually worked. Eyeballing the Christmas tree as he found

Looking back and handing the bottle of wine to the supposed host. Scanning the room finds a rather abysmal showing of pairs having small conversations in the corner, not a lick of dancing or revelry. No board games or cards, nothing. "Have at it, brought quite a bit." He points to the crate beneath the dining room table. Watching a blonde jam cookies into her face like a lunatic off the table, after getting all huffy from a pair of familiars. It would have once boiled to a point, but Gaius was growing up, little by little. "Still tastes good if it's made right. This is sad." He gestures the b

*Wham* A loud bang as what slides in first is a bent over ass, wearing a cool gray pair of pants. Abruptly turning around as he tries to catch a plate that clatters to the floor. "Fuck." the dude drops nonchalantly. He shutters and bolts up as a bit of snow finds its way down the back of his shirt. Gaius wiggles and coughs. "What?" To any eyes that were locked to the sudden interruption. Removing a few bottles of a deep purplish red, he begins to pile the wine next to the food before dropping the crate and sliding it under with his foot. Snagging a whole one for himself. "Sorry, I a

The warmth of an arm wrapped in tow with his own, pressed in a bit. "Hmm, well it's been a while. I remember staying out till like 1am one time with a couple other guys. We made out like kings, and then I got hella sick." The memory still haunted him to this day, he was puking whoppers for about 3 days after. Gaius wasn't one for moderation, but that event had done a little to stem it. To this day, he still couldn't stand those little malt ball candies, getting the nausea by the smell alone. Joining Freya in her little exchange, not quite up to the same quantity the girl had mustered. But that

Right into the chamber, Basically as completely out of the blue as Celeste. "That's actually pretty easy. All you have got to do is remember what you are fighting for." Gaius, sliding in and giving a little box to the twins, who quickly rush off to store it away. Gaius wasn't usually one to make these sorts of visits. But Simmone needed this, and hell, he was in the area anyway. He was pretty well versed in what it came to when it came to handling a temper, and he'd never considered that he'd be the one offering any sort of advice regarding it. "Find something to fight for, and hold on to that

"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