Post by Caius on May 22, 2012 11:51:40 GMT -5
Caius sat apart from the group, off some distance into the Hyperbolic Time Chamber's seemingly infinite space. The temperature was quite cold, although for Caius it wasn't a very big deal. He was too far gone to notice even the slowly changin air pressure. The former Traders had been inside the chamber for a good few days now, although it was very hard to gauge the passage of time with no valid clock, no reoccuring events with any known rhythm. He heard Jorlaxl doing some exercises off in the distance talking to Serori and Gurin, it appeared they were beginning to spar. After some time they'd gotten that meditation was an important part of Caius's routine, and had ceased compelling him to spar with them during his scheduled meditation. Clearing his mind always brought a strange sense of peace.
He oddly enjoyed it. Being born of Chaos, and bent to its whims, it was strange for one such as him to find solace in simple thought, or even the lack of it. He reflected on his own personal development. He'd trained himself very hard, and found himself on par with some of Earth's staunchest defenders, a feat he silently congratulated himself for. This was no reason to slack off now, no doubt they were out there fighting Suki at this very moment. They needed to be able to stand up to their former lord, and Caius was in no condition to make any kind of fight like that any time soon. He remembered Suki's idle boast, long ago, when he'd first judged Jorlaxl and Caius's fighting ability. He claimed a powerlevel of five hundred thousand, a colossal figure then...but one Caius was slowly approaching.
No doubt that by now Suki himself were much stronger. Remembering the power he'd showcased in that first spar, and the approximate amplification that he'd need to hit anywhere near five hundred thousand, Caius applied similar mathematics to his recently sensed based power level, and estimated that in his so-called mythical “final form,” Suki's power would be approaching...well over one million. Caius allowed himself a rare chuckle...if they'd gone to fight him right now they'd have been torn to pieces. It was imperative that they take advantage of the year they got, and they did very well need to.
In his meditation, Caius turned over and over and over the shred of memory he'd regained from prior to his imprisonment in the aether of space-time, the shadowy void between dimensions. He was sure that this meant he'd come from another realm, and been betrayed, but some things didn't hold up. He saw a scrap of vision, a strange man with strange looking hands in intimidating armor throwing him into the void...he looked nothing like any human race. Strangely enough, Caius's hands at the time appeared very similar. The mere milliseconds of visual memory that he had was not enough. He required more information...who was he? What had become of his essence during his travels through the Aeons? He'd ended up on Earth, but how? Why? Where had he come from?
Dispelling such futile rhetorical questions, Caius postponed his existential quandaries for a later time. The computer on Suki's ship had told him of a Samael, and a Captain Ryota, fellow demons. Once their training was complete, and assuming they were able to subdue Suki, then he'd seek them out, for answers. His life in the past was gone now. The best thing to do now is embrace what he'd been given, and be a new man...er...demon. Walking over the small house that was within the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, Caius opened the small locker of provisions and removed one of the meals that was kept refrigerated. Caius blasted it with a diffuse wave of energy, melting the ice and heating it to a comfortable temperature before tearing into it with one of the sets of plastic utensils there.
This food was, simply put, good as tits. Sure, some gourmands would look down on such refrigerated fare, but for a demon who knew no better, this was ambrosia from the gods. When the others ate, he noticed their behavior. Gurin's implacable eating showed that he saw food as a source of sustenance, something to be respected and not taken for granted. Jorlaxl was similar, but he displayed a slight distaste for the somewhat dry fare. Being a bio-android, he was capable of enjoying most foods, and ate it without complaint. Serori, having been raised on home-cooked human fare, was having the most trouble dealing with eating this on a daily basis. She tried not to complain, but it was obvious she was having trouble getting used to the idea of an isolate year, with just the four of them in there. When he finished, Caius popped open a little portal and snatched a bottle of soda from someone's shop, tossing a few zeni through to recompense them.
Quickly chugging the sugary drink, he felt his energy restored to him. He quite enjoyed training, and wasn't one to complain at the prospect of a few hundred more days of it. He heard the sounds of fighting outside, and decided he'd go join his friends. Opening the door and walking towards them, he stretched out his arms, prepared to go at it with all his zeal.
He oddly enjoyed it. Being born of Chaos, and bent to its whims, it was strange for one such as him to find solace in simple thought, or even the lack of it. He reflected on his own personal development. He'd trained himself very hard, and found himself on par with some of Earth's staunchest defenders, a feat he silently congratulated himself for. This was no reason to slack off now, no doubt they were out there fighting Suki at this very moment. They needed to be able to stand up to their former lord, and Caius was in no condition to make any kind of fight like that any time soon. He remembered Suki's idle boast, long ago, when he'd first judged Jorlaxl and Caius's fighting ability. He claimed a powerlevel of five hundred thousand, a colossal figure then...but one Caius was slowly approaching.
No doubt that by now Suki himself were much stronger. Remembering the power he'd showcased in that first spar, and the approximate amplification that he'd need to hit anywhere near five hundred thousand, Caius applied similar mathematics to his recently sensed based power level, and estimated that in his so-called mythical “final form,” Suki's power would be approaching...well over one million. Caius allowed himself a rare chuckle...if they'd gone to fight him right now they'd have been torn to pieces. It was imperative that they take advantage of the year they got, and they did very well need to.
In his meditation, Caius turned over and over and over the shred of memory he'd regained from prior to his imprisonment in the aether of space-time, the shadowy void between dimensions. He was sure that this meant he'd come from another realm, and been betrayed, but some things didn't hold up. He saw a scrap of vision, a strange man with strange looking hands in intimidating armor throwing him into the void...he looked nothing like any human race. Strangely enough, Caius's hands at the time appeared very similar. The mere milliseconds of visual memory that he had was not enough. He required more information...who was he? What had become of his essence during his travels through the Aeons? He'd ended up on Earth, but how? Why? Where had he come from?
Dispelling such futile rhetorical questions, Caius postponed his existential quandaries for a later time. The computer on Suki's ship had told him of a Samael, and a Captain Ryota, fellow demons. Once their training was complete, and assuming they were able to subdue Suki, then he'd seek them out, for answers. His life in the past was gone now. The best thing to do now is embrace what he'd been given, and be a new man...er...demon. Walking over the small house that was within the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, Caius opened the small locker of provisions and removed one of the meals that was kept refrigerated. Caius blasted it with a diffuse wave of energy, melting the ice and heating it to a comfortable temperature before tearing into it with one of the sets of plastic utensils there.
This food was, simply put, good as tits. Sure, some gourmands would look down on such refrigerated fare, but for a demon who knew no better, this was ambrosia from the gods. When the others ate, he noticed their behavior. Gurin's implacable eating showed that he saw food as a source of sustenance, something to be respected and not taken for granted. Jorlaxl was similar, but he displayed a slight distaste for the somewhat dry fare. Being a bio-android, he was capable of enjoying most foods, and ate it without complaint. Serori, having been raised on home-cooked human fare, was having the most trouble dealing with eating this on a daily basis. She tried not to complain, but it was obvious she was having trouble getting used to the idea of an isolate year, with just the four of them in there. When he finished, Caius popped open a little portal and snatched a bottle of soda from someone's shop, tossing a few zeni through to recompense them.
Quickly chugging the sugary drink, he felt his energy restored to him. He quite enjoyed training, and wasn't one to complain at the prospect of a few hundred more days of it. He heard the sounds of fighting outside, and decided he'd go join his friends. Opening the door and walking towards them, he stretched out his arms, prepared to go at it with all his zeal.
Jorlaxl, master of crane.
