Gaius

PH @Reytac

Skipping Griswold, New Round, New Turn Order, Moved to Floor 24 {Piasuhon}, Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 254474, CD: 10 (+8 EN) It took Gaius a moment to get down from where he was. When he did, he caught up to the team. That energy that had been charging all this time still held strong within his very being. It was a bit hard to breathe from all the power he felt. Upon arrival at the gates, there was no wait time. Gaius was already up in the air amped ready to go. The gates close being him and his team and the beast is released. His weapon was glowing profusely at a high speed, on

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 254464, CD: 1 (No Proc) Gaius was towering over all the buildings in the area and it was rather amusing seeing everything getting the shit kicked out of them. His team was getting very strong he just wished that “Are we done yet? No okay” that still small slow glow light it was charging. This was one of the longest times this has happened. He could maybe recall a very small handful of times that this had happened. To be honest he felt a little bad about the poor mother fucker that had to feel this super charged attack when it actually wanted to that is.

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 254443, CD: 7 (+8 EN), Turn order shift (new round) Still in the air within his typhoon and winds. It was collecting every dust particle it could around these parts. “You still not ready?” Asking his weapon as if it could hear what he was saying. All Brionac would do was glow very very slowly like it was waiting for something specific. “I’ll be down soon” calling out to his group, “I hope” he would then say in a smaller voice only he would hear. The weapon had a mind of its own and was ready when it wanted to be. He had little control over when it would

*New Round, New Turn Order, Standard Recovery +4 EN, Recovery | 254313, CD: 10 (+8 EN) Damn near the last one to the party, Gaius takes note of the fact as he realizes that normally the first to act wasn't here yet. Springing up into the air by bouncing off the walls as if they were sections of floor, the dragoon takes to the heavens. His inventory screen rips open as he tears through an awning, and within a couple taps his long thin polearm appears. A yank of his hand grabs the shaft and a spin like propeller it roars up over his shoulder. A surge of energy causes his eyes to light up to

-10 EN due to carrying From Coral through the lively city of laughter and conversation, as carts skate past in rhythmic rattling. One by one the little entourage step up the warp plaza, because player teleports would not function. "Floor 23, Kalanaes!" Gaius remarks causing him to be bathed in blue light, space is folded and he is jettisoned up a floor in the blink of an eye. Much like star trek the man just materializes on the dark elf platform and steps down to match shoulders with Rai. Waiting patiently for the rest of the team to enter the floor in a single file light show. Once all 6

The last but certainly not least to show up at the guild hall around the same convenient timing, a 6'4 tall dark and handsome man carrying a stack of glass bins filled with freshly prepared meals. All of them were specially baked in such a way that they had a longer shelf life: breads, tack, etc. They rattle a bit as the guy skirts through the door, swaying a bit to keep a grasp on the pile of platters. "What's all this?" The dragoon beckons looking for an answer from the pile before he starts to head for the stairs. "Oh fuck right." The man realizes about half way up the case, and bounds back

The thicker marshlands seemed ever more humid, with massive bloated tree trunks swelling with moisture as they drift limply in murky and scum ridden pools. A flash overhead dances through dark clouds, and behind it a crackle of thunder that threatens to shake the earth. Heavy rain began to beat down in an endless rhythm of life, tapping vigorously at the top of every pool making them vibrate and create a warbled reflection. The air itself seemed to take on a white film, as the rain woke up filth and cast it up from the ground. A sloshed foot fall sees the man unconvinced, and even further unbo

*Gaius has earned his stripes {3 posts}, is bored and will forgo his turns from this point forward. he will remain in combat as a target but is skipped. New Round Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspiring {Gaius} +16 EN PH Post Action | How do you read this thing? *turns upside down* Players: Gaius | HP: 940/940 | EN: 106/106 | DMG: 13 | MIT:127 | ACC: 1 | PARA-IM | REC: 8 | HM: 8 | HLY: 16 | BLD: 48 | ENV-O: 32 | LD: 2 Simmoné | HP: 880/880 | EN: 87/106 | DMG: 28 | MIT:-20 | ACC:5 | AA | EVA:3 | REC: 8 | LD:24 | PROSP:8 | QTY: 8 Raidou | HP: 880/880 | EN: 87/106 | DMG: 28 |

A mild bit of irritation having just been dragged into some quest or whatever after laying around for what amounted to 20 minutes, Gaius pushes himself up out of his seat. "I guess." The man drops sarcastically, pulling his weapon out of the dimensional pocket. Taking the lead after being handed a piece of paper, Gaius reluctantly looks it over, his eyes squinting and jumping from it to his minimap. This clearly wasn't his strong suit, and after a short trip they'd arrived in the craziest local. The dim and dingy docks of the crazy looney toon floor. A bright summer day drowned by an endless n

*New Round Standard Recovery +2 EN, Recovery | ID: 252472, CD: 3 (No Proc), Hyperactive CD [2/3] Now that things seemed to be coming to a more consistent point, Gaius saw his opportunity to put on the pressure. Bending his knees, his stance lowers before a lunge sends him straight up into the sky. Among the soot covered sky the man drifts like a kite on the wind, the gale obtained from his confrontation with gemini still working to hold him aloft. The weapon in his hand roars to life with the same shade of silver as the one sported by Nisahime, as its lifted over his right shoulder. The

*Combat Ends, Rhino's Horns/Well Rested/Troll's Blood Reset Welcoming the helping hand, one day that hand wouldn’t be able to reach down and he will have to crawl his happy ass out. He gets handed a map, he has only opened one a handful of times. Nodding his head to what Raidou had told him, glancing at each person to see who needed the buff. The only one he couldn’t find was Setsuna, guess she was going to be the target. Raising his hand up in the air it began to glow lightly as he would let his winds guide the way to the girl. The next thing he heard was “DICK” and he could not help but

*New Round Standard Recovery +2 EN The fire bird was dead and the area around him shifted into something new. Still he hovered in that wind tornado. In a way it made a good vanishing point to see what was going on. Tiny fire birds are launched from the ground in a blazing column, it was cool from up here but it did not match the height that he was currently sitting at. Regardless, he had a new target now. Brionac pulses a bright white light indicating that it was ready, in a way he felt a little bad for what was about to happen to one of these poor little creatures. Pulling back a

The man would pay a shrug before Freya would link her arm with his own, offering him a bit of a reprieve from churning thoughts and questions. "Maybe your right. Could just be bored." Gaius regains his chipper composure, his face twisting into a smile. The guild vault was getting rather well organized by the blonde, given that Gaius normally just crammed it in here and let the others figure out the floor plan. Following Freya's lead, he accepts an invite with her and the others catching the ass end of a spat between Setsuna and Celeste that was coming to a point. Celeste he didn't know that we

Wandering through the open double doors, a small box of freshly cooked foods in his hands. The man would gesture to the door with a raised thumb, but before he can speak he catches the white haired woman albeit shorter looking straight back at him. "Nevermind..." Gaius shrugs and heads up the staircase to drop off his delivery, waiting at the foot of the stairs for Freya to follow him up. "What is she doing here?" Gaius whispers to the blonde, unsure the context of her visit. The dragoon had never seen her even close to the guild hall before, this was entirely new to him and it wasn't exactly

► Pierce the Heavens Cost: 10 SP Active: Free Action {System} Requirement: ST Shift, Heavy Momentum 2 {Equipped} Effect: The user now has two 'stances' available, starting each combat in <<Charging>>. A stance must always be active: <<Charging>>: The user always begins combat in this stance. While in this stance, the total ACC modifier accrued by the user is set to a negated value (ex. +3 ACC becomes -3 ACC instead; entering <<Charging>> while having a negative total ACC modifier will do nothing). Additionally, the user loses their critical h

Another day of excitement, he hadn’t met with the group to kill crab in a couple days. Freya has been helping out more, doing the shopping which was actually her idea. It was nice to not have to do everything all the time. Like any normal day, breakfast is ready before he gets up. The kids were already eating. Freya was already done and said she was going to get some groceries. Giving his a hug and kiss she walks out. Turning to the kids, they were still eating. He would walk up the stairs to grab a shirt off the floor. Suddenly he hears crashing downstairs. He just takes a deep breath, turns

*OOC: Close enough, hair longer though. The olive tanned man had already received the ping that beckoned him with the promise of free food. A simple notion of being a chef, and a restaurant owner forced to a lot of his own meals in addition to those of his regular customers caused him to spring at the thought. The very thought of not having to cook every once in a blue moon, saving all the work and partaking in someone else's spins on a dish and culinary skills. Like Yuki's food joint, Cordelia's noodle factory or Snow's sushi belts the man made a habit of it. An additional snap had him cont

A huge yawn follows shortly with a big stretch, blankets falling off the bed. His eyes were not quite seeing right but it would have to do. Getting out of bed, pulling a pair of pants on while hopping on one foot. Grabbing a shirt, he would smell it first, deciding that it was okay before he tosses it on his right shoulder. Heading down stairs there was a note with a hefty size breakfast and a cup of steaming tea on the table. -THUD THUD THUD- glancing over seeing Boris upside down on the last step. He had never been good with stairs, they were bigger than him in this form. He then hears rustl

The man would begin to hoover off the plate, finding the food to be quite refined. It was almost as if Freya had improved years overnight. He'd pause, slow his consumption down and start to turn his tongue and truly taste it. It wasn't just filling the day out, given the man could eat like a horse. Or a horse. "Hmm, Freya your cooking is much much better. Been reading?" The guy remarks thinking that maybe she'd found some sort of self help manual, given that the seasoning was much more balanced and the quality had easily jumped up two octaves. Taking his cup of tea having finished his meal muc

The man rolled out of bed with a solid thud, it was a rough last couple days. He'd fish around his piled up clothes and huff a couple to find one that wasn't covered in crab bits. Rubbing his face, the man was hella exhausted with a dazed stare. He'd move for the stairs, clutching the railing like a life line as the guy tosses his shirt over his right shoulder and comes down in his boxers. The place wasn't open, so he didn't need to worry about flashing the customers. A set of animals beat feet meat across the mainstay almost causing him to trip over them. The smell of tea works almost like a

6/29/25 245933, Rare T4 Meal, (CD:6+1, LD: 18) [Well-Done Steak] 245933-1, Rare T4 Meal, (CD:6+1, LD: 18) [Well-Done Steak] 245933-2, Rare T4 Meal, (CD:6+1, LD: 18) [Well-Done Steak] 245934, Perfect T4 Meal, (CD:10+1, LD: 15) [Fish Cakes with Anchovy Paste] 245934-1, Perfect T4 Meal, (CD:10+1, LD: 15) [Fish Cakes with Anchovy Paste] 245936, Perfect T4 Meal, (CD:12+1, LD: 17) [Fish Cakes with Anchovy Paste] 245936-1, Perfect T4 Meal, (CD:12+1, LD: 17) [Fish Cakes with Anchovy Paste] 245936-2, Perfect T4 Meal, (CD:12+1, LD: 17) [Fish Cakes with Anchovy Paste] 245937, Rare T4 Me

6/9/25 (Crafting Respite: 230292) Roll: ID# CD: LD: Quality Count Experience Ambition Mod 1 245933 CD: 6 +1 LD: 18 Rare (3) 12 (+7 Ambition) 2 245934 CD: 10 +1 LD: 15 Perfect (2) 15

A bit bored the man lingers in the guild hall for quite a while after his daily delivery. The 'kids' were currently being overlooked by the larger smith who was already babysitting four other familiars. The backyard of the guild had turned into a regular dog park, the term used loosely given it was more of a menagerie of pets. The dragoon sighs as he starts to flip through papers on the top of the table, finding all the bean counting to be uninteresting. The doors swing open to reveal a pair of NPC twins that he was somewhat familiar with due to the delivery schedule. They race past with boxes

Standard Recovery +4 EN, Inspirational [Raidou] +2 EN, Inspirational [Gaius] +10 EN, Recovery | 245574, CD: 6 (No Proc) Gaius finally claiming his weapon off the ground, turns and leaps into the ceiling. Setsuna had done a fair job of buying him the moment to get his hands back on his polearm. Its ripped up clean and the wind begins to pressurize basically magnetizing him upside down to the ceiling like a floor. Brionac starts to scream wildly as it starts to burn the air up around it, becoming burning bright with silver light. As if all of his desire to end this quickly had sparked somet