Almost five hundred years Caius had been alive, most of which was spent in this place. Using his powers mostly on people who didn't believe they were real. Who simply thought he was a fake. But no, Caius was a real psychic, and a real fortune teller. To a certain extent he could see the futures of the people and things around him. A gift he could have used for the sake of his country and his crew, but instead traveled the world in this circus, trapped for eternity, never aging, never dying. In his time he had gained a lot of wisdom, befitting of his status as a fortune teller. But technology scared but. A lot could change within a few centuries.
Caius' tent where he read futures was devoid of much technology because of this reason. It was dimly lit by candles places in various locations. Chains of black or white crystals hung over the candles, casting patterns on the walls and giving everything a sort of glow. There was a single table in the center, with two chairs. On the table was cloth that was pure white, it too had chains of black crystal hanging off it that nearly touched the floor. The only thing on the table was a black cushion. No crystal balls or fancy tricks. Just the telling of fortunes.
The most lavish thing in the room was Caius himself, who was sitting in the chair farthest from the entrance. His long, golden blonde hair hung loose as it always did, falling perfectly as to never get in the way of his eyes. The one eye you could see was sapphire blue that seemed to glow in the strange lighting, while the other eye was covered by a patch that was incredibly dark blue dotted with white, matching the night sky, it was trimmed with gold and a few beads of crystal hung off it. He was wearing a obsidian colored, kimono like robe that had long flowing sleeves that nearly covered his hands, this was trimmed in white.
He sat in his chair, straight backed and silent as his first customer of the night came in. This was his least favorite type of customer. The teenager boy obviously didn't believe in fortune telling and had been dared by his friends to come here. "Welcome." He said, his voice liquid smooth with just a hint of his English background. "Take a seat." The teenage boy did, eying Caius warily. "I am Caius, I don't have a fancy magic name, I don't have a crystal ball or fake tricks. All I have is the ability to see your future." The boy snorted, obviously not believing anything Caius was saying. The psychic lifted his hands and set them on the cushion. "Tell me what you want to see and give me your hands." The teenage boy grinned, having thought he found a way to stump the psychic. "How will I do on my finals?" He said before placing his hands in Caius'.
To anybody who didn't know what he was doing, all it would look like was Caius suddenly spacing out. Staring blankly ahead of himself without actually seeing what was in front of him. But he was really seeing the future, looking until he found when the boy was taking his tests. He saw the grades he got back. Caius blinked as his eyes focused again. "Math and science are your strong suits, yes?" The teenage boy nodded. "You will ace those with flying colors, but you barely squeaked by in English, I suggest studying sentence structures a little more."
The teenage boy seemed to believe him a little more now. Because of the detail he had used when giving the boy his fortune. Most fakes would have tricked him into giving his best and worst subjects beforehand. Caius hadn't even bothered to ask. The boy thanked him and then left. Caius leaned back in his chair with a sigh. He would be five hundred in just two years, he was the second oldest performer here, and a powerful psychic, and yet all he was doing was telling teenagers and young adults stupid things. Like what their test scores would be, who they would hook up with, and who would win the next Super Bowl.