｢ NOW THESE DAYS ARE GONE, I'M NOT SO SELF ASSURED ｣

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BIOGRAPHY —–—

TOYHOUSE —–-—

SOOTHSAYER –-—

TYPHOON —–-—

( tw: talk of a severed eyeball. nothing particularly gory but that's the subject of the entire thread so fair warning + continuation of this thread! )

Rage. It wasn't en emotion that Roan felt very often. Sure, he was generally a pretty grumpy and standoffish person, but he didn't often become genuinely furious at someone unless they had done something horrible. In this particular case, that someone was Caesar Cipher. The other had been an absolute menace throughout The Typhoon in recent days, with him injuring not only Goldie and Deldrach, but Marianas as well. A fucking child. That had certainly been enough to push the soothsayer over the edge, into boiling, vicious hatred. And thus, when Caesar had decided to return to The Typhoon's territory once again to try and cause more trouble, Roan had had enough. He had offered little in the way of conversation or mercy as he had thrown himself at Caesar, with every intention of killing the other and ending his bullshit, even if only temporarily. Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to finished the job, considering the head Cipher had bolted like a coward after the siamese began ripping him to shreds.

Fortunately, Roan had managed to injure the other pretty badly, and he even had a small prize from the whole ordeal – Caesar's eye. In his rage, the draconic feline had decided that the perfect vengeance for Deldrach would to be rip Caesar's eye from its socket, so that he would fully realize what he had done. Roan had managed to succeed, and now he held Caesar's eye in one paw, a vaguely disgusted expression on his face as he walked back towards the temple. His paws and front were stained with the other's black blood, and half of him wanted to just dig his claws into Caesar's eye and destroy it. However, a larger part of him wanted to keep it, just as his mama had decided to keep Stryker's head – as a warning. Both to Caesar and anyone else that would potentially seek to harm The Typhoon. It would send a message that even though Roan was very much a medic, he had no qualms about spilling blood if it meant that it would keep his home and family safe. It was because of this that he didn't destroy the eye, bringing it all the way back to the temple.

Once he reached the temple, Roan rested the eye carefully on one of the nearby stone slabs, searching around until he was able to find a jar. A few minutes later, he was able to find what else he was looking for – formaldehyde. He always kept various scavenged human chemicals within the temple, in case of some unforseen emergency, although none of them were exactly in huge supply. That being said, he didn't feel too bad about pouring some of the formaldehyde into the jar, before plopping Caesar's eye inside. It sunk down a bit before remaining still, gazing sightlessly ahead of it. Shaking his head from side to side, the soothsayer then stashed the formaldehyde back away, grabbing the jar and heading to sit outside of the temple.

Letting the jar sit nearby as he sat right outside of the temple entrance, Roan found himself tapping at the top of it thoughtfully. He found himself wondering where to put it. Probably in his quarters, considering he wanted to keep it within the temple, but also didn't want it disturbing patients. Not to mention Goldie and Seabound, since he didn't think either of them would fully appreciate it either. After a long moment of thought, the medic remembered the black blood staining the front of his coat, glaring down at it with a sharp frown. He muttered softly, shaking his head a bit before he spoke, "This damn stuff better come out with a bit of water..." He seemed nonplussed by the entire scenario, and the eyeball in a jar sitting beside him. Frankly, though, he was glad the entire thing had happened. Caesar had hardly managed to scratch him, and Roan felt as though he had gotten some pretty fitting revenge for all the other had done. Hopefully the entire event would make Caesar think twice before returning to The Typhoon once more.[/td][/tr][/table]

｢ NOW THESE DAYS ARE GONE, I'M NOT SO SELF ASSURED ｣

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BIOGRAPHY —–—

TOYHOUSE —–-—

SOOTHSAYER –-—

TYPHOON —–-—

Vayne's approach caused Roan's blue gaze the raise, eyes temporarily narrowing before he realized who it was. She had come because she had a... thorn in her paw? Well, at least it wouldn't be all that hard to treat. With his focus somehow not trained on the jarred eye sitting beside him, the soothsayer gestured with a paw, muttering, "A thorn...? Alright, let me see your paw. I'll get it out and then bandage it." He had very much noticed her words dying in her throat, but he said nothing about that just yet. Instead, he just reached inside the temple to grab his satchel, a look of concentration on his face as he searched it for bandages.

When he turned back to Vayne, he paused for a moment, thinking of how to reply. Ultimately, he decided to use his usual blunt tone – dodging around the subject would do very little, after all. A soft hum left him before he explained, "It came from Caesar Cipher. I believe he's your... grandfather? He's also the one that attacked Goldie, Deldrach, and... and Marianas." He felt a particular sense of rage fill him as he mentioned Caesar's last victim, although he managed to swallow it back before long. He then continued, smoothly pulling some bandages out of his bag, "He tried to come back to cause more trouble... so I attacked him. And it only seem fitting that I take his eye, considering the fact that he took Deldrach's." He then tapped his free paw casually against the top of the jar, a look of satisfaction flitting across his face.[/td][/tr][/table]

｢ NOW THESE DAYS ARE GONE, I'M NOT SO SELF ASSURED ｣

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BIOGRAPHY —–—

TOYHOUSE —–-—

SOOTHSAYER –-—

TYPHOON —–-—

It was fair for Vayne to worry that Caesar would return, considering how stubborn the male had been in the past. However, Roan just found himself shaking his head from side to side, his tone vaguely amused as he muttered, "Let him come back. If he does, then I'll make sure to take his other eye as well. Only seems right to have the set." Normally the soothsayer wouldn't be quite so blasé about such violence. Caesar just seemed to have a unique way of bringing out the hatred in others, however. The male then continued, pausing temporarily before he leaned to carefully pluck the thorn from Vayne's paw, "I will admit... at one time, I hated the entire Cioher family. Because of the actions of your mother, and Caesar, and even that Tanglewood leader, seeing as I had believed he put Goldie in danger. That isn't even mentioning... other things that motivated me to hate the Cipher family name." The siamese spoke quite rarely about his past life, or any of the memories that he could actually remember clearly from it. However, memories of anyone associated with the name Cipher had never seemed to turn out positive.

He swallowed back those old feelings, though, for Vayne's sake. Shaking his head, the male then just explained, "Over time, though... I learned that not everyone from the Cipher family was bad, nor should they be judged for who they were related to. Anyone who does feel that way is a fool. No one should be held accountable for the actions of their family that they can't control, and don't endorse." He then reached forward, carefully wrapping up Vayne's paw with a small bundle of bandages. As he began to put away his supplies, he nodded towards Keona, head bowing in agreement. He added on, tail twitching behind him, "Keona is right. No one blames you for Caesar's actions, nor does anyone hate you for what he has done. Anyone who does doesn't matter, and I'm sure of that." He had once thought that he would hate all of Aphra's children, all because of where they had come from. Vayne had obviously changed that, though.[/td][/tr][/table]