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I HOPE YOU ALL DIE || Fire! - CAESAR CIPHER. - 11-02-2018
YOU'RE ATTEMPTING TO BORE ME !
CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.
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It was no secret, at least among The Typhoon, that Caesar had a bit of a rivalry with Snowbound. Or rather more specifically, their leader, Atbash. The two Ciphers were, of course, siblings and Caesar didn't forgive his older sister for betraying him when he needed her most. If she had stayed allied with him, she would have been protected, she would have been the next Shaman. But she choose to stay with Vigenere, thus betraying him in his plans to destroy their Home Dimension. Caesar never forgave her for this and sought her out, wanting to make her pay - and in turn, hurt Vigenere by doing so. The Officer of The Typhoon knew that Vigenere could beat him up even if he cheated and didn't trust his older brother in battle so the only other way was to hurt one of the people he was closest with: their sister.
While Caesar hadn't been the one to blind Atbash, he was amused to hear what happened to her and her tribe. They had been taken over by The Pitt, a group known for being ruthless and showing no mercy. It was a shame she survived but honestly, Caesar felt some sort of respect for the Pittian that was rumored to have taken over the snowy tribe in the first place. Stryker was a force to be reckoned with and the demon had half the mind to ally himself with the lion. Of course, this would require some strategic thinking since The Pitt weren't exactly known for being friendly. And what better way than to improve his fame than by destroying a once-popular tribe?
I told you Atbash would be Snowbound's downfall, Jacob. Caesar thought to himself with a wicked grin as he marched his way through the snowy terrain, ignoring the wind that blasted his fur. The demon held a stick in his jaws, which was a bit awkward to hold now with his muzzle being twisted in such a way but he still hung onto it. It was, after all, needed for his plan. Shame you didn't listen to me. He warned Jacob, he tried warning poor Jacob. But the husky mix refused to listen and now, his home was going to rot just like Dimension FiveX.
There was nobody near the entrance of Snowbound's camp, causing Caesar to pause in his steps and raise an invisible eyebrow. Actually, it was quite strange how he managed to get so far anyway without anybody stopping him. They truly are a ghost town. Although the demon wasn't surprised, he thought the people who talked about this rumor were being over dramatic. Seems like they were telling the truth. It was quite amusing, honestly. Caesar knew Atbash wouldn't last long in a position of power. He -- or Stryker -- should have killed her when they had the chance.
Stop wasting time. Caesar snapped to himself, mentally shaking his head to get his priorities in order. The savannah flicked his tail, causing his body to burst into flames. The flames lapped at his fur and skin, burning it along with the stick in his mouth, though he paid no mind to it. All it did was make his body numb and bleed a bit; nothing too concerning in the Officer's eyes. Caesar took off towards Snowbound's camp, not caring at all that he would likely be caught by anybody who happened to notice him. Surely these Snowbounders would be smarter than to approach and attack a cat who was, quite literally, on fire? Besides, they would have to escape or die in flames.
The Typhoonite approached the biggest cabin in Snowbound's camp, though unbeknownst to him, this was the cabin of the Banquet Hall, the place where Atbash held her meetings. Caesar wasted no time in placing the stick at the base of the building and took off, lighting up any cabins that he could along the way. The demon, of course, didn't bother hiding his scent but figured (although he didn't expect it to happen) the Snowbounders wouldn't be able to sniff him out due to the smoke they would be forced to breathe. Even if they caught the scent of The Typhoon, surely Pincher would agree that Caesar did a good thing in doing this? After all, he was practically punishing Snowbound and he could claim that he was doing it to get revenge on them when they used The Typhoon for resources and almost immediately disregarded their help.
Goodbye, Snowbound. Caesar laughed as he rushed back to his home island, the flames slowly dimishing from his body from the way the wind whipped around him. His body was left in blisters and his fur was in patches and, of course, there was a few drops of blood here and there - but he didn't care. What mattered is that he was finally getting his revenge. Goodbye, Atbash.
It was no secret, at least among The Typhoon, that Caesar had a bit of a rivalry with Snowbound. Or rather more specifically, their leader, Atbash. The two Ciphers were, of course, siblings and Caesar didn't forgive his older sister for betraying him when he needed her most. If she had stayed allied with him, she would have been protected, she would have been the next Shaman. But she choose to stay with Vigenere, thus betraying him in his plans to destroy their Home Dimension. Caesar never forgave her for this and sought her out, wanting to make her pay - and in turn, hurt Vigenere by doing so. The Officer of The Typhoon knew that Vigenere could beat him up even if he cheated and didn't trust his older brother in battle so the only other way was to hurt one of the people he was closest with: their sister.
While Caesar hadn't been the one to blind Atbash, he was amused to hear what happened to her and her tribe. They had been taken over by The Pitt, a group known for being ruthless and showing no mercy. It was a shame she survived but honestly, Caesar felt some sort of respect for the Pittian that was rumored to have taken over the snowy tribe in the first place. Stryker was a force to be reckoned with and the demon had half the mind to ally himself with the lion. Of course, this would require some strategic thinking since The Pitt weren't exactly known for being friendly. And what better way than to improve his fame than by destroying a once-popular tribe?
I told you Atbash would be Snowbound's downfall, Jacob. Caesar thought to himself with a wicked grin as he marched his way through the snowy terrain, ignoring the wind that blasted his fur. The demon held a stick in his jaws, which was a bit awkward to hold now with his muzzle being twisted in such a way but he still hung onto it. It was, after all, needed for his plan. Shame you didn't listen to me. He warned Jacob, he tried warning poor Jacob. But the husky mix refused to listen and now, his home was going to rot just like Dimension FiveX.
There was nobody near the entrance of Snowbound's camp, causing Caesar to pause in his steps and raise an invisible eyebrow. Actually, it was quite strange how he managed to get so far anyway without anybody stopping him. They truly are a ghost town. Although the demon wasn't surprised, he thought the people who talked about this rumor were being over dramatic. Seems like they were telling the truth. It was quite amusing, honestly. Caesar knew Atbash wouldn't last long in a position of power. He -- or Stryker -- should have killed her when they had the chance.
Stop wasting time. Caesar snapped to himself, mentally shaking his head to get his priorities in order. The savannah flicked his tail, causing his body to burst into flames. The flames lapped at his fur and skin, burning it along with the stick in his mouth, though he paid no mind to it. All it did was make his body numb and bleed a bit; nothing too concerning in the Officer's eyes. Caesar took off towards Snowbound's camp, not caring at all that he would likely be caught by anybody who happened to notice him. Surely these Snowbounders would be smarter than to approach and attack a cat who was, quite literally, on fire? Besides, they would have to escape or die in flames.
The Typhoonite approached the biggest cabin in Snowbound's camp, though unbeknownst to him, this was the cabin of the Banquet Hall, the place where Atbash held her meetings. Caesar wasted no time in placing the stick at the base of the building and took off, lighting up any cabins that he could along the way. The demon, of course, didn't bother hiding his scent but figured (although he didn't expect it to happen) the Snowbounders wouldn't be able to sniff him out due to the smoke they would be forced to breathe. Even if they caught the scent of The Typhoon, surely Pincher would agree that Caesar did a good thing in doing this? After all, he was practically punishing Snowbound and he could claim that he was doing it to get revenge on them when they used The Typhoon for resources and almost immediately disregarded their help.
Goodbye, Snowbound. Caesar laughed as he rushed back to his home island, the flames slowly dimishing from his body from the way the wind whipped around him. His body was left in blisters and his fur was in patches and, of course, there was a few drops of blood here and there - but he didn't care. What mattered is that he was finally getting his revenge. Goodbye, Atbash.
Re: I HOPE YOU ALL DIE || Fire! - Leigh - 11-04-2018
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — It was ironic that the bird would show his face now, of all the times he could have been present to aid in Snowbound's misfortune. Only when the clan's final hours were upon them would he come out of hiding. [ci]Once a coward, always a coward.[/I] Magikatricks had been holed away in his snow covered cabin when the banquet hall was set ablaze, only coming out when he noticed the arid stench of smoke and the crackle of wood. His fears had planted itself in his gut the moment he realized the cold would be unable to douse the flames and they only swelled in size. His eyes caught a glimpse of Caesar, no more than a stranger in his eyes, burned and ashen. Had he started this? The lammergeier was unsure. He was unaware of any recent joiners over the past months, having chosen to hide away and bury his beak in his studies. But he was present. And there had been nobody else in the ghost town that he could see. And as much as he wanted to charge towards the feline in a fit of anger, his wings locked up, focus trained on the walls of fire now slowly inching to the other cabins. Fire was evil. Fire meant destruction and doom and death. They were going to die. And he was scared. And he was a coward. And he could do nothing but huddle next to his own cabin, scared and in shock as the flames licked away at what was once his home.
Re: I HOPE YOU ALL DIE || Fire! - ATBASH CIPHER. - 11-07-2018
ATBASH CIPHER
somebody make me alive,
and shatter me !
and shatter me !
Atbash knew what the tribe was like. She knew the place she has come to love was small and vulnerable, but she believed things would change. After all, things became better once she became leader after Jacob stepped down, and although she slowly grew tired of leading Snowbound, Atbash could never abandon them. She would lead this tribe until she found somebody else fit to live and step down, just as Jacob did before her.
What Atbash wasn't expecting however, was the place she found home to succumb to the same fate her Home Dimension did. The Hailcaller was awoken by the roaring sound of flames and her throat tightening at the smoke that was surrounding her room. Her body jerked awake, her one eye shooting open in alarm. Slowly, Atbash came to her senses and realized what was happening was real and not a dream. The smell of smoke in the air made her recoil, ears flattening and she pressed her body against the ground. No! The she-cat growled mentally at herself. Your tribemates! Even though she wanted to burn in place of her parents back home, she could save people this time. Unlike back home, where they were all destined to suffer the same, she could change it here. She could save her tribe once more!
Despite wanting to stay rooted to the ground, Atbash forced herself to get to her paws and rush out of her own cabin. Upon doing so, however, she immediately regretted it. The first thing she saw was the Banquet Hall on flames, with it branching out to other cabins along the camp. Her heart pounded in her chest and at this point, Atbash couldn't tell if the reason she found it hard to breathe was because of the smoke or because of the pressure building in her chest. Focus on your tribe! Atbash scolded herself, closing her eye briefly as she took in a breath (although she ended up choking).
"Everyone!" Atbash tried calling telepathically out to her tribe. "We need to evacuate! Quickly, help people if they need it!" It was the very least she could do, could she not? After all, she couldn't be there at everyone's side, unlike her parents, where it was just them two she cared about (other than her siblings, obviously). The leader herself looked around for anybody in trouble and caught sight of Magikatricks. She had no idea that the male was the former leader of this place due to his alias and new body, but that wasn't the point; he was still a Snowbounder and nobody needed to die in flames.
"Magika!" Atbash called out to him as she ran towards him, gently trying to nudge the male towards the exit of camp. "We have to get out of here quickly. No time to look for things, come on!"
What Atbash wasn't expecting however, was the place she found home to succumb to the same fate her Home Dimension did. The Hailcaller was awoken by the roaring sound of flames and her throat tightening at the smoke that was surrounding her room. Her body jerked awake, her one eye shooting open in alarm. Slowly, Atbash came to her senses and realized what was happening was real and not a dream. The smell of smoke in the air made her recoil, ears flattening and she pressed her body against the ground. No! The she-cat growled mentally at herself. Your tribemates! Even though she wanted to burn in place of her parents back home, she could save people this time. Unlike back home, where they were all destined to suffer the same, she could change it here. She could save her tribe once more!
Despite wanting to stay rooted to the ground, Atbash forced herself to get to her paws and rush out of her own cabin. Upon doing so, however, she immediately regretted it. The first thing she saw was the Banquet Hall on flames, with it branching out to other cabins along the camp. Her heart pounded in her chest and at this point, Atbash couldn't tell if the reason she found it hard to breathe was because of the smoke or because of the pressure building in her chest. Focus on your tribe! Atbash scolded herself, closing her eye briefly as she took in a breath (although she ended up choking).
"Everyone!" Atbash tried calling telepathically out to her tribe. "We need to evacuate! Quickly, help people if they need it!" It was the very least she could do, could she not? After all, she couldn't be there at everyone's side, unlike her parents, where it was just them two she cared about (other than her siblings, obviously). The leader herself looked around for anybody in trouble and caught sight of Magikatricks. She had no idea that the male was the former leader of this place due to his alias and new body, but that wasn't the point; he was still a Snowbounder and nobody needed to die in flames.
"Magika!" Atbash called out to him as she ran towards him, gently trying to nudge the male towards the exit of camp. "We have to get out of here quickly. No time to look for things, come on!"
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Re: I HOPE YOU ALL DIE || Fire! - Leigh - 11-07-2018
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]♡ — The message drummed through his head like a wave and took few steps forward on shaky talons. Evacuate. Help people if they need it. Heart beating in his chest, he looked around wildly, desperately searching for anyone- hoping that whoever remained had managed to escape. But all he could see was flames and ash and he hated it. He could say it once and he'd say it a million times over. Fire was good for nothing except when it was contained and keeping people warm. Feathers fluffed, he bowed his head, smashing it into the snow. For a brief moment he could just pretend. Pretend like this was all a big nightmare and he'd wake up any moment in his bed and everything would be alright. But the crackling of wood and the heat on his back persisted despite the brain freeze. It wasn't until Atbash came forward and nudged him did he finally look up. Just seeing her safe and alright was enough for the bird to break down into heavy sobs. He shook his head through hiccups and finally, finally he began to move, hurrying towards the town exit. He'd only stop once he was at a safe distance, watching his home burn with a heavy heart. Where would he go? He didn't know. He didn't know anything anymore. Nothing except the end.