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

[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...