Mogamut made sure to fill him in on the goings on and he crossed a lot of what was said out his mind. He doesn't find any of it to make any sense other than what he thought was just an odd rendering of some god playing tricks with his mind. It wasn't uncommon that such things happened and he challenged his fate on a constant basis.
This case was no different.
His wicked sword, Chaos' Revenge stayed on his back against the heavy black metal of his plate armor indicative to the Black Knight job class with spikes and chainmail covering his body from head to toe. His footfalls were heavy and he painted a rather menacing picture. He removed the helm and had discarded it upon his awakening and how he felt that Yeul wouldn't recognize him with it on. Aside from which, his moogle still picked it up and carried it in his satchel in case it was needed another time.
He was more interested in discovering what this place was rather than get involved with anything aside from exploration. The talk and the passing glances put Caius on edge. He couldn't feel anything from the plastic faces among the town's folk and that was an irritation. He wasn't at his best but come Hell or high water, he wasn't giving away his weakness nor giving in to the thoughts that he might be human once more.
It was off putting but no less substantial in its own truth. He stood out and no one seemed to be afraid of him; for now at least. Children spoke of him how different he was and how cool he appeared, especially among the boys. The memory of Noel came to mind and he felt guilt physically for the first time. It was a heart-sinking feeling and it made him wonder just how cold he was before. It seemed unlike him to give any passing emotion to anything outside of his own actions but it was just another nail in the coffin toward thinking that he wasn't where he should be.
He kept his distance and moved as far away as he could away from the people and stayed along the edges of the streets to keep himself from being seen. It was a feeble attempt considering his height and obvious appearance. The moogle was a dead give away that he couldn't shake. So much for subtlety.
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Mogamut made sure to fill him in on the goings on and he crossed a lot of what was said out his mind. He doesn't find any of it to make any sense other than what he thought was just an odd rendering of some god playing tricks with his mind. It wasn't uncommon that such things happened and he challenged his fate on a constant basis.
This case was no different.
His wicked sword, Chaos' Revenge stayed on his back against the heavy black metal of his plate armor indicative to the Black Knight job class with spikes and chainmail covering his body from head to toe. His footfalls were heavy and he painted a rather menacing picture. He removed the helm and had discarded it upon his awakening and how he felt that Yeul wouldn't recognize him with it on. Aside from which, his moogle still picked it up and carried it in his satchel in case it was needed another time.
He was more interested in discovering what this place was rather than get involved with anything aside from exploration. The talk and the passing glances put Caius on edge. He couldn't feel anything from the plastic faces among the town's folk and that was an irritation. He wasn't at his best but come Hell or high water, he wasn't giving away his weakness nor giving in to the thoughts that he might be human once more.
It was off putting but no less substantial in its own truth. He stood out and no one seemed to be afraid of him; for now at least. Children spoke of him how different he was and how cool he appeared, especially among the boys. The memory of Noel came to mind and he felt guilt physically for the first time. It was a heart-sinking feeling and it made him wonder just how cold he was before. It seemed unlike him to give any passing emotion to anything outside of his own actions but it was just another nail in the coffin toward thinking that he wasn't where he should be.
He kept his distance and moved as far away as he could away from the people and stayed along the edges of the streets to keep himself from being seen. It was a feeble attempt considering his height and obvious appearance. The moogle was a dead give away that he couldn't shake. So much for subtlety.