Post by Caius on Feb 3, 2012 17:32:03 GMT -5
(I'd like Zeni, please 
)
He looked out upon this landscape.
But most importantly, to him, he looked. This, was this his destination? Was he born initially of this world?
As he pondered these thoughts, his thoughts wandered from the transmundane to the pedestrian. The irony of this went over his head as he marveled at the landscape below him.
So much to eat, so much to steal. Hell, he knew what eating and stealing were now. The knowledge pouring into him, these basic earthly tasks, the ability to perform them...
He wanted ice cream. He didn't want anything else but ice-cream. Descending to the top of a building, he surveyed the large city over which he was hovering. The architecture, the sounds, the smells...everything was colorful and new. His childlike brain picked up the language and manner of speaking like a sponge, and his form normalized to one of a young human adult. His hair had a light color about it, and the power crackled off his body.
He was what they called a Makaio, a demon. He made his Demon sword appear in his hands.
It took the form of a burnished Japanese blade, although he had no way of knowing what it acutally was. He let it float slowly down to street level using his telekinesis, and waited. Soon, a teenager approached. As he walked past, Caius caught his shoelace with his katana, tripping him.
"Ack!" THUMP!
"What the hell was that? Shit, a katana? What is this doi-"
Cutting his wanderings short, Caius caught the kid's jacket with his katana, and started lifting him up into the air."
"Ah! Fuck! No, no no, let me down! Someone help! This thing's going to kill me!"
Suddenly, from a height of about 10 feet, Caius threw the kid onto the ground. With a grunt, he was knocked out. After disapparating his katana, Caius jumped down to street level, took the kid's clothes and donned them. They fit him quite nicely, if he did say so himself.
Garbed in a pair of jeans, a nice collared shirt, and a jacket, Caius walked down the street, the now naked, unconscious kid's wallet in his pocket. He walked down the street until he found a shop that appeared to be advertising ice cream. He stared open mouthed at their poster, completely enthralled until a girl opened the shop door and walked inside, giving him a very odd look.
Shaking his head, Caius walked in after the girl, holding the door open for her as she walked in. Waiting in line, he couldn't help but marvel at this example of human ingenuity known as choice. His brain slowly congealing into something more capable of rational thought and speech, he had almost decided on a flavor when he realized he could get toppings with it.
"Hello, sir? Sir? What would you like?"
"Oh uh ha uhm...uh..."
"Do you know what flavor you want?"
"Can I get a chocolate...with every topping on it?"
With an incredulous look, the guy behind the counter began assembling Caius's chosen monstrosity. His very body trembling at the thought of the sensory experience coming his way, he slowly came to the realization that he'd have to pay for his ice cream.
"Okay sir, here you go, you pay down there."
"No."
The ice cream man looked a little taken aback. "Yes sir, you pay down at the end."
Caius liked his Zeni. He liked his Zeni a lot. The way they felt, smelt, he didn't want to give this man his Zeni. Who did this guy think he was? Think he had it going Bossa Nova? No way man, No way.
Caius punched the air in front of the man's face, and his hand flew into another universe. Retracting it, he held in his hand a book.
"Oh shit, what's going on? Is this one of those prank shows? Calm down dude-"
Reading the book, he began to conjure a storm. A whirling torrent of fire rapidly engulfed the shop. At the epicenter of this epic blast, Caius stood unscathed by the flames, but his ice cream softened slightly in his hand.
The patrons lay either dead or burning, and the shop windows were blown out as gawkers gathered around the street. Walking through the shop's back room to the back door, Caius left the scene of the crime, the taste of chocolate and gummy bears on his tongue.
Exiting the alley way, he loosed a spear of energy into the wheel of a passing car, causing it's tire to burst and it's back end to explode entirely. The car flipped into traffic, and other cars slammed into it, creating a huge pile-up.
Being that cool guys don't look at explosions, Caius turned the corner and walked the opposite direction, still eating his ice cream.
This was fun.
)He looked out upon this landscape.
But most importantly, to him, he looked. This, was this his destination? Was he born initially of this world?
As he pondered these thoughts, his thoughts wandered from the transmundane to the pedestrian. The irony of this went over his head as he marveled at the landscape below him.
So much to eat, so much to steal. Hell, he knew what eating and stealing were now. The knowledge pouring into him, these basic earthly tasks, the ability to perform them...
He wanted ice cream. He didn't want anything else but ice-cream. Descending to the top of a building, he surveyed the large city over which he was hovering. The architecture, the sounds, the smells...everything was colorful and new. His childlike brain picked up the language and manner of speaking like a sponge, and his form normalized to one of a young human adult. His hair had a light color about it, and the power crackled off his body.
He was what they called a Makaio, a demon. He made his Demon sword appear in his hands.
It took the form of a burnished Japanese blade, although he had no way of knowing what it acutally was. He let it float slowly down to street level using his telekinesis, and waited. Soon, a teenager approached. As he walked past, Caius caught his shoelace with his katana, tripping him.
"Ack!" THUMP!
"What the hell was that? Shit, a katana? What is this doi-"
Cutting his wanderings short, Caius caught the kid's jacket with his katana, and started lifting him up into the air."
"Ah! Fuck! No, no no, let me down! Someone help! This thing's going to kill me!"
Suddenly, from a height of about 10 feet, Caius threw the kid onto the ground. With a grunt, he was knocked out. After disapparating his katana, Caius jumped down to street level, took the kid's clothes and donned them. They fit him quite nicely, if he did say so himself.
Garbed in a pair of jeans, a nice collared shirt, and a jacket, Caius walked down the street, the now naked, unconscious kid's wallet in his pocket. He walked down the street until he found a shop that appeared to be advertising ice cream. He stared open mouthed at their poster, completely enthralled until a girl opened the shop door and walked inside, giving him a very odd look.
Shaking his head, Caius walked in after the girl, holding the door open for her as she walked in. Waiting in line, he couldn't help but marvel at this example of human ingenuity known as choice. His brain slowly congealing into something more capable of rational thought and speech, he had almost decided on a flavor when he realized he could get toppings with it.
"Hello, sir? Sir? What would you like?"
"Oh uh ha uhm...uh..."
"Do you know what flavor you want?"
"Can I get a chocolate...with every topping on it?"
With an incredulous look, the guy behind the counter began assembling Caius's chosen monstrosity. His very body trembling at the thought of the sensory experience coming his way, he slowly came to the realization that he'd have to pay for his ice cream.
"Okay sir, here you go, you pay down there."
"No."
The ice cream man looked a little taken aback. "Yes sir, you pay down at the end."
Caius liked his Zeni. He liked his Zeni a lot. The way they felt, smelt, he didn't want to give this man his Zeni. Who did this guy think he was? Think he had it going Bossa Nova? No way man, No way.
Caius punched the air in front of the man's face, and his hand flew into another universe. Retracting it, he held in his hand a book.
"Oh shit, what's going on? Is this one of those prank shows? Calm down dude-"
Reading the book, he began to conjure a storm. A whirling torrent of fire rapidly engulfed the shop. At the epicenter of this epic blast, Caius stood unscathed by the flames, but his ice cream softened slightly in his hand.
The patrons lay either dead or burning, and the shop windows were blown out as gawkers gathered around the street. Walking through the shop's back room to the back door, Caius left the scene of the crime, the taste of chocolate and gummy bears on his tongue.
Exiting the alley way, he loosed a spear of energy into the wheel of a passing car, causing it's tire to burst and it's back end to explode entirely. The car flipped into traffic, and other cars slammed into it, creating a huge pile-up.
Being that cool guys don't look at explosions, Caius turned the corner and walked the opposite direction, still eating his ice cream.
This was fun.
