Arrival [At the point he reaches the shore his head is full of questions and there isn’t one single rational answer in sight. There is no explanation for this sudden change in scenery. There hasn’t been anything going on that could have triggered an anomaly like this.
Despite the somewhat overwhelming nature of this entire situation the look on Cassius’ face is a very neutral one. He takes his time as he looks around himself, assessing the situation and noticing that he isn’t the only one affected by this irregularity. Others are arriving as well. Some carried by very fascinating sea creatures, some swim.
Yet, when he hears a very familiar buzzing sound close to him he tenses a little. A small drone flies around him and the sheer presence of this Moon-made piece of machinery here is, in a way, worrisome.]
Hmm… [He takes a couple of steps forward, very aware of the drone close to him and also very aware of the fact that said drone might attack him or one of the others. It is definitely better to keep a certain distance for now.
So that’s why whoever approaches him is greeted with a rather blunt:
Stay away.
[And to show how important it is to keep a certain distance he takes a couple of steps back, watching carefully how the drone follows him.]
Caravan to Camelot - A [These transmitters make no sense and Cassius takes his time to look at them. The attachements seem to serve more of a decorative purpose than anything else. And right before he wants to point out that this equipment might not work at its full capacity and how uncomfortable it might be when used, the man says that.]
It is highly illogical to tell us to look into a box full of feces. [Allow him to elaborate on how faulty your logic is, Archimedes.] Our movements are already restricted by the wetness of our clothes and, even though I have not received proper confirmation, there is a slight chance that many of us have not received proper nutrition to keep our body temperatures on an acceptable level. No one benefits from the stench of excrements.
Caravan to Camelot - B [While his brain is still processing the information he has received in the most logical way possible he reaches out and takes two of the small bottles out of the mini bar. Their colors differ. One tells him about the ‘sweet taste of honey’ and the other mentions strawberries.
Strawberries it is. Strawberries and videos about bread and jam. A comforting taste and a comforting sight in a place that seems to be far away from the friends he has made.
And no, he isn’t using earbuds. They defy the definition of logic and even though he does not mind to indulge in all things illogical, this is not the place to do so.
Enjoy the sound of bread being cut, jam being spread and the occasional comment about making jam and facts about jam no one really needs.]
Honey over Vinegar [To be honest, Cassius is here for the cookies and he isn’t even actively participating in the tournament. He is just walking around to shake cookies out of the trees so he can finally shove them in his mouth.]
Mmm…very fascinating. [Despite the fact that he misses his friends, curiosity is definitely killing the cat right now. In a way this world doesn’t differ much from the one he has chosen as his home. Everything about it defies logic and even more so. After all, Cassius is trained to be a soldier and nothing more. He knows how to fight, how to obey the orders given to him, how to handle himself in dire situations. Yet, it seems his body is also able to make use of magic and it seems they have forced this by changing the role of the drone, making it his partner instead of a mere machine used for combat.
This time he isn’t shaking the cookies out, no, the macarons might be located a little bit too high for that and the tree trunk itself is too thick and sturdy. Shaking the tree would be foolish and highly inefficient, a waste of time, actually.
So anyone who comes close may see a pale man with long hair trying to make himself float a little higher to finally fall flat on his face.]
[OOC: feel free to wildcard and if there are any questions you can PM me or boop me on plurk playdespacito ]
Cassius | Granblue Fantasy | kinetic - technomancy
[At the point he reaches the shore his head is full of questions and there isn’t one single rational answer in sight. There is no explanation for this sudden change in scenery. There hasn’t been anything going on that could have triggered an anomaly like this.
Despite the somewhat overwhelming nature of this entire situation the look on Cassius’ face is a very neutral one. He takes his time as he looks around himself, assessing the situation and noticing that he isn’t the only one affected by this irregularity. Others are arriving as well. Some carried by very fascinating sea creatures, some swim.
Yet, when he hears a very familiar buzzing sound close to him he tenses a little. A small drone flies around him and the sheer presence of this Moon-made piece of machinery here is, in a way, worrisome.]
Hmm… [He takes a couple of steps forward, very aware of the drone close to him and also very aware of the fact that said drone might attack him or one of the others. It is definitely better to keep a certain distance for now.
So that’s why whoever approaches him is greeted with a rather blunt:
Stay away.
[And to show how important it is to keep a certain distance he takes a couple of steps back, watching carefully how the drone follows him.]
Caravan to Camelot - A
[These transmitters make no sense and Cassius takes his time to look at them. The attachements seem to serve more of a decorative purpose than anything else. And right before he wants to point out that this equipment might not work at its full capacity and how uncomfortable it might be when used, the man says that.]
It is highly illogical to tell us to look into a box full of feces. [Allow him to elaborate on how faulty your logic is, Archimedes.] Our movements are already restricted by the wetness of our clothes and, even though I have not received proper confirmation, there is a slight chance that many of us have not received proper nutrition to keep our body temperatures on an acceptable level. No one benefits from the stench of excrements.
Caravan to Camelot - B
[While his brain is still processing the information he has received in the most logical way possible he reaches out and takes two of the small bottles out of the mini bar. Their colors differ. One tells him about the ‘sweet taste of honey’ and the other mentions strawberries.
Strawberries it is. Strawberries and videos about bread and jam. A comforting taste and a comforting sight in a place that seems to be far away from the friends he has made.
And no, he isn’t using earbuds. They defy the definition of logic and even though he does not mind to indulge in all things illogical, this is not the place to do so.
Enjoy the sound of bread being cut, jam being spread and the occasional comment about making jam and facts about jam no one really needs.]
Honey over Vinegar
[To be honest, Cassius is here for the cookies and he isn’t even actively participating in the tournament. He is just walking around to shake cookies out of the trees so he can finally shove them in his mouth.]
Mmm…very fascinating. [Despite the fact that he misses his friends, curiosity is definitely killing the cat right now. In a way this world doesn’t differ much from the one he has chosen as his home. Everything about it defies logic and even more so. After all, Cassius is trained to be a soldier and nothing more. He knows how to fight, how to obey the orders given to him, how to handle himself in dire situations. Yet, it seems his body is also able to make use of magic and it seems they have forced this by changing the role of the drone, making it his partner instead of a mere machine used for combat.
This time he isn’t shaking the cookies out, no, the macarons might be located a little bit too high for that and the tree trunk itself is too thick and sturdy. Shaking the tree would be foolish and highly inefficient, a waste of time, actually.
So anyone who comes close may see a pale man with long hair trying to make himself float a little higher to finally fall flat on his face.]
[OOC: feel free to wildcard and if there are any questions you can PM me or boop me on plurk