Caius Cadmus

[foolish_m0rtal]

Okay, people, it's done. I had problems with the reading glasses, so I just drew some in. It looks kind of bad, but oh well. at least I feel happy about my disappearing handkerchief trick (check out his pocket; it's not there)
Anyway, thanks to Kasumi Sora- sempai, for finding the picture and to NF-san for sending it to me so I could edit it.

cheers.

http://s199.photobucket.com/albums/aa178/foolish_m0rtal/

P.S. I hope you'll understand; I looked back over the CaiKat chapter of C.F. and I basically said, "What the hell was I thinking?"
Bleh, so disgustingly mushy. Not realistic at ALL. It reads like a cheap BL manga.
And so, I'm editing it. Not very majorly, but some rather embarrassingly fangirl parts shall most definitely be obliterated.

Comments

[obseletevulture.livejournal.com]

*sweatdrop* Er...yeah...sorry. (Go figure I'm the one to figure out all the awkwardness that can be wrenched out of your average fanfiction...) Subject changed...

Hmm...I don't suppose he gets your standard office "fetch me coffee, slave!" routine? At least he's not working wih the nephilim...he'd actually have to fly who knows how many miles per day, and try to be diplomatic with the people being told they have to build all the crap his superiors are coming up with in their little "genius-art-student/enjineer/living-computer-brain think tank!"

If I were cadmus, I'd quit the job...*imagining*

*Cadmus accidentally answers the phone and has to talk to an angry person for forty minutes as the receptionist runs away*

*Cadmus gets stuck putting up decorations for the office party*

*cadmus ahs to track down who left butt-prints in the office copymachine--despite teh fact that the copy machine ahsn't been invented yet..*
Itsuki: Boy, I'd ahte your job. you look exhausted.
Cadmus: i need the money. *coughs discreetly*
*Legal drug plothole*
Kazahaya: MY LINE! *strangles* *gasps as he accidentally picks up by touch all the forbidden stuff with the prime minister* ZOMG! *runs away*
Itsuki:...wow...
Cadmus: yeah...weird...

Basically, I think Cadmus just gets work nobody else wants to do. Poor Cadmus... *sighs and pats his head*
Cadmus: hey, it's not so bad. I get dental. (ie. Katsuragi cleans his teeth for him?)
NF: really? Wow...there goes your villain potential...

[foolish-m0rtal.livejournal.com]

XD I adore you. That gave me a much needed laugh.

Yes, he doesn't really fetch coffee for people. And if someone told him to, he'd probably tell them to "Go get it your own damn self."

I can just see Caius putting up decorations and falling off a table trying to get the streamers to hang from the light fixtures.
Fire Marshall: That's a fire hazard, young man. *drags him away*
Caius: But...no! You can't take me away! I have filing to do! Prime Minister, help!

[obseletevulture.livejournal.com]

That's what I'm here for, m'dear--making an ass of myself so people can laugh. I have years of experience. *grin*

Oh yes, I forgot, he has a bite to him. He might get along with the nephilim then.
Cadmus: *dropped into a meeting* Er...hello.
Rayyu: *stares then goes back to sketching*
Dubbiel: *glances* Hey. Don't touch my Absinthe. *goes back to his own mad-blueprint sketching*
Ragshiel: *re-enters the room exausted* They're going to let up build. But teh greek quarter's merchants are in an uproar.
Kakabel: *using his perfect memory* They're always in an uproar. This is the forty second time since Uriel's leaving. Offer them rights to trade with the African quarter for cloth and they'll be fine.
Ragshiel: *pants and smiles* Good. *eyes blueprint* Um...this is the design for the new quarters?
Dubbiel: Yeah. *looks at Cadmus* You! Make yourself useful and get me some bloody Mead.
Cadmus: *sweatdrop* Get your own damn mead you god-killing drunk ass.
Ragshiel: *sigh* I'll get the mead. who should I ask from the african quarter?
Kakabel: Nathanael, my father. *eyes Cadmus* who are you?
Cadmus: Er. Caius Camdus-where the Hell am I?
Kakabel: *looks at him a long moment* Oh dear, a plothole. Come, help me memorize these blueprints.
Cadmus: What? I can't do that!
Dubbiel: Go work the fields or something then.
Cadmus: Screw this! I'm going back to the ministry to beg for my job back!
Lafayel: *runs in with a fresh map* What's this bloody nuisance doing here?
Cadmus: Trying to maintain his sanity, tahnk you.
Lafayel: *stare* can I have him? I'll put him to work mixing ink.
Kakabel: *looks up at dubbiel*
Dubbiel: Done. Now mosey, already.
Rayyu: *raises his head and nods once*
Ragshiel: *Lafayel ignores him*
Lafayel: *grabs and yanks* Come on human.
Cadmus: Nooo! somebody! Help! I've been kidnapped by erasers!

Of course, even if he were to make a fire hazard, he's off in jail while everyone else enjoys the party and goes. "Hey, the fixtures are crooked."
Your poor Cadmus...