Mayhem on Lake Street [Open]

This is the part where he buys a thermal shirt, no three thermal shirts along with a thick jacket just for the cover up – Then an almost heavy coat on with a hat and a thick ear protector. He bought more stuff but mainly he was going to be warm before he smashed on a huge meal to full himself up. After changing into super winter gear he nods to the larger fellow allowing him to lead the way, but this time with no weapons. He was going unarmed, though of course it always was his hands. He doubt he remembers going to the mountains or any kind of rocky area besides a training drill years ago, he won’t admit out loud that he haven’t done this before but on the other hand he figured his godly friend already knew that. “My name is sixteen …” he uttered out along their walk, I mean might as well get to know each other right? And not kill each other with huge hammers … right?

Gaius had remained quiet and watchful throughout the haggling and the meal, and said nothing until they had reached the outskirts of the town.

"I am Gaius, Son of Gaia, The All Mother." He introduces himself with a bow of the head, and continues heading down the road until a stand of trees with a small natural path leading off toward the mountains.

Gaius turns onto the small dusty path, ducking under the trees limbs in order to not shatter them with his passing. "Do you wish to come with me?" Gaius asks slowly, after stopping and turning to face the assassin.

“Gaius … the son of Gaia? … The All Mother? … I’ve never heard of your kind or your mother … I’m a bit curious” Spoke the slightly less threatening voice. He was quite interested in what he was getting himself into as the walk went on slowly but more definitely he was not bored. “I am always down for learning new things, as you can see what I was doing … I’m in a good mood. I’m ready for something very new. Please take me with you, for I am a man with no past or knowledge beyond fighting.” He was most surely interested and hoped that he wouldn’t get himself killed. It’s really only one way to actually find out. He could feel the temperature changing almost by ever step, nothing his durable body couldn’t handle of course – But he could tell this was something more different, not difficult but different … he was on his way to a new life.

"Come," Gaius says as he takes long strides to the north, taking the long winding path upward, the earth making stairs beneath his feet, supporting his heavy gait, and then fading back into the ground after he takes every step. They come to a semi-circle of stone on the ground, and sits cross legged.

"Sit before me" Gaius says simply, tossing the thirty five ton hammer onto a large mound of snow. "Gaia is the spirit of the land, She gave birth to the Titans."

Accepted by the being they began their journey through everything he was right behind the big guy, who was fortunate enough to block the wind from giving his body a very destructive embrace that he was not in the mood for. The trip most definitely wasn't easy, it had its rough edges like this guy in front of him but in truth there was nothing personally wrong with it. Eventually the destination was a large cave, in which was pretty big inside - something a person like sixteen most definitely took note of. His steps were more slower, he could finally feel the bit of heat from the cave they were in and his fingers returning feelings back. He took a seat in front of Gaius and nodded so that was the signal to continue his speech.

Gaius makes a fire by scratching flint and steel together, Gaius himself doesn't require heat for survival, but enjoys familiar the crackling sound because he had been raised by a normal man, so has a modest amount of wood on hand.

Looking at sixteen carefully, studying the assassin. Gaius rumbles softly, the equivilant of a grunt from the gargantuan man. Why do you do what you do? Who taught you to act in that manner? Tell me about yourself. Before teaching a student, first you must know the student.

Gaius waits, watches, and listens.

He popped the question on him, the question of asking just what in the world compelled him to be such a person of carnage. Carnage was a very pretty name to actually put it, but in his eyes he was not a bad person – then again he didn’t know what being a bad person actually was.


He noticed the creature might have actually been a bit more gentle then he preempted, perhaps he actually cared about other … perhaps the guy in front of him could actually be a hero. Hero’s are usually the ones who talk shit out, which is something that sixteen didn’t do often – Usually he’d either walk away or kill the target. This was his own response.

“ All I remember was being accepted in a organization meant to fight for a better cause, I was trained and raised to do this – That is all I remember”

Gaius turns his head slightly, looking at sixteen oddly, "Then I will teach you as I was taught. Please rest, We will begin before dawn."

Gaius causes a section of the floor to powder itself into a large bed of dust.

------a few hours before dawn--------

Sixteen is woken by the warm soft dirt in which he lay turning into cold hard stone, and Gaius slamming his hammer into the cave wall. "UP!" he shouts from the murky before morning darkness

Sixteen did not sleep so that part of the story was too farfetched to be honest. He sat in the same place the whole night, admiring and scanning what information he had on the area. He kept his breathing level at a nice rate and just waited in complete silence.


His eyes noticed him slam his hammer in an almost alarming form of fashion but in a slow fashion sixteen got up to his feet. He sighed lightly getting used to quick changes in his life, the man was already awake so there was no kind of pressure or an alarming effect. “Let’s go, what’s first” stating sixteen in a almost sleepy voice of assurance as his gaze was a bit more sure of himself then ever.

Gaius is standing outside next to a line of variable sized stones, obviously cleaved from the various places in the mountain, They are all sitting inside of a circle of raised stone

He points to the first stone, it is around your height and half your width, "Push this stone to the other side of the circle, then push the next until you find the one that you cannot move"

Gaius moves over to and sits atop of a small pillar of stone, crosslegged. to watch you.

Sixteen comes out of the form he was once in, and began to stretch slightly to prepare him for the training this guy was willing almost to put him through. Getting right behind the rock like instructed he began to push, little by little the rock began to move in the direction that is instructed. His arms and position was so that he wouldn’t hurt himself in the process of his training process he so called himself going through. He was trying something new, though he could have just left it alone and went home but there must have had to been something worth all this so why not. He kept pushing until he got too the next rock.

[End Topic: Learned Knowledge instead & Left.]