thief

gaius. housed in s-3. retained swordfaire skill and a wooden sword.

[exsoleille]

     ❝– My father gave it to me,❞ A pause, eyebrows knotting together in confusion. ❝I believe I’ve told you this before, Asugi?❞ Strange that a friend would ask such a thing upon reunion, but then again he didn’t seem to recognize her either.  

[kagiake-blog]

Asugi who? What now? 

He lets the confusion show plainly on his face, reaching up to scratch the back of his head just beneath his own headband--he has absolutely no idea who this girl is, but apparently she recognizes him. Had he taken on a fake name for a thieving job some time ago? It wouldn’t have been unusual to do so, but...no, he doesn’t remember it.

“Sorry. I don’t know who this Asugi guy is, but I’m not him.” Better to be upfront about it than to pretend. “And I’ve never spoken to you before in my life, I’m pretty sure. It’s Gaius, actually--just Gaius, no other names, no Asugi. You must be mistaking me for someone else.”

Well, in any case, he’s still curious about his earlier question. “Oh, your father, huh? Guess hearing a strange dancer with pink hair gave it to you would be too convenient. Well, thanks anyway.” Her style must be more popular than he’s realized.

[kagiake-blog]

“Hey, wait. That, uh, headband--where’d you get it?” He hadn’t exactly known the pattern to be popular...but maybe he’s wrong. Still, he has to ask.

@exsoleille

[webspin-blog]

Oh boy, another sob story. How many of these has he heard, often from the aforementioned weirdos he’s encountered? Not enough, it seems - or has he? Rather than some tragic backstory, it sounds like this guy’s got the same old start as everyone else in the city.

“Really? ‘Cause, that’s the same circumstances I came from. In fact, I’m pretty sure everyone in the city would say the same thing. So forgive me if I’m not heartbroken by your not-so-tragic beginnings here.”

Evidently, trying to reason with this guy was a mistake. There is no rhyme nor reason to his unceremonious crushing and inhaling what’s left of the candy bar. He didn’t actually think Spidey was gonna make him return the candy bar he’d already taken a bite out of, did he? Because, ew. That’s kind of gross, even if it’d be going back to a child.

“Dude! C’mon, at least say it, don’t spray it!” It’s too late. There’s a little bit of chocolate on his outfit and it came from another man’s mouth. Once again, ew.

“If you think I’m letting you off the hook that easily, you’ve got another thing coming. That thing is common sense, ‘cause I’m not seriously going to believe you don’t have an-y-thing just because you say you don’t. At least give me a little credit here. Or something else, maybe anything else. Something to show that kid you’re not such a bad guy. Or are you such a bad guy? ‘Cause that never seems to end well for anyone.”

[kagiake-blog]

But they’re not the same.

“Really,” Gaius says, flatly, after swallowing and taking the stranger’s advice, “you came from the same circumstances? You might’ve got the whole ‘new place, no money,’ treatment, but I assure you that’s not the same thing that I had to deal with.” To anyone else, this conversation would seem ridiculous. To Gaius...well, it’s totally realistic and worthy of sympathy. “There’s a difference between being a guy with cravings who has nothing and just being a guy with nothing. Do you know how much I had to work for my stash of sugar back home? And now it’s just gone!” He gives an involuntary shudder, although he’s sure there’s no way this guy would be able to understand.

He’s just lucky the kid hadn’t run off yet, too distracted by the sudden argument. Thankfully, the kid’s the only one paying attention, but who knows how long he has before they catch more eyes? Especially with this man’s getup. 

“I mean it! I don’t have anything!” How can is he supposed to prove that? “You wanna pat me down or something, Boss? There’s other ways to go about doing that than accusing me of lying.” He scoffs, turning his gaze back to the kid he supposedly needs to repay. Fine! Fine. If that’s what he has to do, then...

“Hey, kid.” He crouches down in front of the child, ruffling their hair as if he hadn’t committed any previous crimes against them, and uses his free hand to jerk his thumb in the boss’s direction. “That guy over there? He must be some big shot, and you know what? He’s giving away free autographs right now! Isn’t that way better than some stupid candy?”

The kid, being a kid, is naturally intrigued, and turns their attention toward the masked hero. ‘Really?’ They ask, staring up at him eagerly. 

Now’s the best time for Gaius to make his escape, right?

[webspin-blog]

He’s seen a lot of strange things since he first stepped out of his aunt’s house wearing skintight spandex. An angry scientist pulling a Jekyll and Hyde with a rampaging lizard monster. A sentient swarm of bees hellbent on eradicating the world of all spiders (including him). A bizarre, tentacled robot powered by an insatiable newspaper tycoon (hi, Jonah). Yet after all the weird things he’s encountered, this is what stops Peter Parker in his tracks:

A man literally taking candy from a baby.

Spider-Man or not, he’s not gonna let that fly. Sure, some may say he’s got better things to do, bigger fish to fry, that sort of thing, but the Avengers have always been around to handle the big stuff. Guys like him? His focus has always been keeping the streets safe over the galaxy.

“Saw it, heard it, might’ve even gotten it on film - really?” His eyes widen (and so too do the eyes of his costume). “You’re seriously gonna eat that after getting caught in the act? After literally taking candy from a baby? Don’t tell me this is your shtick. Tell me it’s something else - ANYTHING else.”

“And get RID of that! You know you’ve gotta do something to pay the kid back, right? I’m not leaving you alone until you do.”

[kagiake-blog]

“Oh, come on.”

They could have just moved past this nicely, with Gaius getting what he wants and this guy...well, he could pretend it was his imagination or something if it made him feel better, but noooo. Of course it never works out so nicely.

Since coming here, Gaius has met exactly no one he knows, and you know what they say: when the sticklers are gone, the thieves will come out to play. Sure, no one actually says that, but it rings true, or at least it did before this goody good made his appearance.

“My shtick? Look, buddy, it’s my lifestyle. Not taking candy from a baby,” he clarifies, because although he doesn’t feel that guilty about it, he doesn’t want to be known for it, either. “I mean, not all of us come from the best circumstances.” Now he’s just talking out of his ass. “Arriving here, money-less, candy-less--it’s awful. I had to do something.”

Not that he feels like explaining himself, but he has to get out of this somehow. 

“Get rid of it? Fine! If your majesty so insists--” he pauses, unwrapping the candy bar completely, breaking it into smaller parts, and ungracefully shoving the rest of it into his mouth, and then he continues, uncaring that he’s being pretty disgusting, “--it’s gone! By the way, if you want me to pay this kid back, you’re gonna have to cough it up yourself, because I don’t have an-y-thing.”

[kagiake-blog]

Shit--ahh. Well, that’s not right. Gaius hadn’t exactly wanted to see the broadcast, but now that he had, he can’t exactly ignore it. The problem is: what can he do? Nothing.

“Someone should probably do something.” He’s not talking to anyone in particular, but he still wants to voice his thoughts. “It would really be a shame if all those people died for such a stupid cause.” He might not be a law abiding citizen, but he’s fully against innocent death, and he can recognize something ridiculous when he sees it. Hero killers? Really?

“Aren’t there some wannabe heroes around here somewhere? Shouldn’t they be doing something?”

[kagiake-blog]

Stealing candy from a child is, well--as easy as they say. With desperate times come desperate measures, and if a child’s not watching their candy carefully enough with a sugar deprived thief nearby, it’s safe to say it’s as good as gone. 

That is...if said thief doesn’t get caught in the process. Oops?

“Hey, you--you didn’t see that, alright?” 

This city never fails to present its show of weirdos--not that he can talk, considering he hasn’t washed his own clothes since Cordelia lectured him not too long ago, but hey--and this guy’s no exception. What a getup.

“Anyway,” he says with more force than initially intended, absentmindedly unwrapping the candy bar, “it’s understandable, I think. I mean, a guy’s gotta find resources. You get me?”

@webspin

[doctorgneiss]

Roommates?  After this long? He looks out at the common area/impromptu lab and the giant mess that takes up most of it.

Well, he’s not cleaning it up.

[kagiake-blog]

Well then.

If someone’s not cleaning up that mess of a makeshift lab, it’s not necessarily his fault if he accidentally spills syrup on some select technology...right? He doesn’t even know what it is, anyway!

[lufestre-blog]

i'll be a handsome man for you if you've got candy. seriously i haven't had any in a whole day. i'm dying, lady

please sign up these papers giving up your freedom and will to think

[kagiake-blog]

now that he’s in, here’s a short starter call for gaius! the cap will be five. castmates are not exempt due to the sheer size of the fire emblem franchise.

[citta-alveare-deactivated201811]

upon prior reserve, here's gaius from fire emblem! the application can be found under /app. thanks bunches!

Welcome to the hive, Gaius!

You will be housed in apartment s-3.

You will retain your swordfaire skill, which can be used with your brand new, expensive, wooden sword.

Enjoy your stay!

– mod 『 』

[brunobuccaletty-deactivated2022]

okay so i don’t watch workaholics but i saw these screenshots and i thought of gaius, lon’qu and frederick so this kinda happened