[ Alright, so Gaius understands absolutely nothing about what just happened, let's get that out of the way first.
So while he's pulling his cloak tighter around his shoulders and wandering around, letting his eyes adjust to the painful new sensation that is electric light, he's trying to keep an eye out for someone who looks like they came from home. Judging by the fact that he hasn't seen Chrom herding the Shepherds together yet, there's a good chance he's here alone. The very notion of that bothers him a lot-- because if anyone's going to run off on their own to a strange new world, it should be anyone but him. He had a good system going on back there.
But anything's better than being dead, or so goes his philosophy. And apparently, he was super dead up until a little bit ago. He doesn't want to think about it, either.
So he thinks about something better-- when one of the stalls presents row upon row of cotton candy, in various 'flavors' (all sugar and dye, no doubt), he considers that he's probably earned trying a new treat in a new place, and takes one along with him. He didn't pay for it, though-- how can you expect him to figure out credits already? ]
... not bad. The way it just disappears right on your tongue is strange, but--
[ Not bad at all. ]
Phase I
[ He doesn't even really want to fuck around and do nothing, and getting that high in the sky without a gryphon to catch you looks perilous. Like the machine could break at any moment. Against all better judgment, he figures he could at least get a bird's eye view from high up and try to find his comrades, so he'll be squeezing in next to someone else, taking a seat across from them. ]
Yo. Tell me these things don't break down or start spinning really fast, do they? Otherwise I might be jumping out of here pretty quick.
[ Really, dude? ]
why: 'o clock
[ Now who could say no to free shit? Not Gaius. Even though he's never even heard of Christmas (was it some kind of winter festival?), he'll overhear the general gist of the man's deal and approach the robot with a mission in mind. If he really was some kind of mechanical gift giver, who could say he couldn't deliver a miracle this Christmas? ]
If you could send me home, that'd be great.
[ A beat. ]
And send some of that cotton candy with me, too. Enough to last a few years, okay?
[ When presented with a box that obviously didn't hold a ticket home or enough cotton candy for a lifetime, he mutters something about it being such a ripoff and steps to the side. Obviously not heeding Santa's careful instructions, he sits down in a nearby chair and tears open probably the first gift he's received in years. And... he's speechless. No, really, he has no idea what to say. He'll take out the red and white striped plastic... thing... and look it over. It doesn't look like candy.
He'll hold it up to someone who just happens to be walking by. ] Can you tell me what this is?
Gaius (Fire Emblem: Awakening)
[ Alright, so Gaius understands absolutely nothing about what just happened, let's get that out of the way first.
So while he's pulling his cloak tighter around his shoulders and wandering around, letting his eyes adjust to the painful new sensation that is electric light, he's trying to keep an eye out for someone who looks like they came from home. Judging by the fact that he hasn't seen Chrom herding the Shepherds together yet, there's a good chance he's here alone. The very notion of that bothers him a lot-- because if anyone's going to run off on their own to a strange new world, it should be anyone but him. He had a good system going on back there.
But anything's better than being dead, or so goes his philosophy. And apparently, he was super dead up until a little bit ago. He doesn't want to think about it, either.
So he thinks about something better-- when one of the stalls presents row upon row of cotton candy, in various 'flavors' (all sugar and dye, no doubt), he considers that he's probably earned trying a new treat in a new place, and takes one along with him. He didn't pay for it, though-- how can you expect him to figure out credits already? ]
... not bad. The way it just disappears right on your tongue is strange, but--
[ Not bad at all. ]
Phase I
[ He doesn't even really want to fuck around and do nothing, and getting that high in the sky without a gryphon to catch you looks perilous. Like the machine could break at any moment. Against all better judgment, he figures he could at least get a bird's eye view from high up and try to find his comrades, so he'll be squeezing in next to someone else, taking a seat across from them. ]
Yo. Tell me these things don't break down or start spinning really fast, do they? Otherwise I might be jumping out of here pretty quick.
[ Really, dude? ]
why: 'o clock
[ Now who could say no to free shit? Not Gaius. Even though he's never even heard of Christmas (was it some kind of winter festival?), he'll overhear the general gist of the man's deal and approach the robot with a mission in mind. If he really was some kind of mechanical gift giver, who could say he couldn't deliver a miracle this Christmas? ]
If you could send me home, that'd be great.
[ A beat. ]
And send some of that cotton candy with me, too. Enough to last a few years, okay?
[ When presented with a box that obviously didn't hold a ticket home or enough cotton candy for a lifetime, he mutters something about it being such a ripoff and steps to the side. Obviously not heeding Santa's careful instructions, he sits down in a nearby chair and tears open probably the first gift he's received in years. And... he's speechless. No, really, he has no idea what to say. He'll take out the red and white striped plastic... thing... and look it over. It doesn't look like candy.
He'll hold it up to someone who just happens to be walking by. ] Can you tell me what this is?