YOU'LL BE THE FILTH I WASH AWAY // Typhoon Ambassador Visit

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

FORGETTING LIES AND PAIN !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

Has it been a while since a Typhoonite came to visit The Rosebloods? Caesar thought so; at least, he hadn't been here the last time the Ambassadors visited. Quite honestly, he had heard about what happened to the group and was curious if they had found a new home. Luckily after some tracking, the Officer was able to locate where The Rosebloods made their new home and stood at their border, setting down the gift basket as he called out, "Yo, name's Officer Caesar Cipher from The Typhoon." He said. "I'm one of your Ambassadors."

#psychosocial.

[sephiroth]

SEPHIROTH

MALE — ROSEBLOODS — MEMBER — HOVER FOR TAGS

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Hm, he remembered this one.  He had a small fit over the fact of there being no alcohol at the party that the Rosebloods attended a while back.  Sephiroth didn’t exactly have a high opinion of him therefore, then again that wasn’t special; Sephiroth didn’t think too highly of most anybody but himself.  And his fragmented memory whispered to him that this feeling was right and okay, that he was high and strong and truely above any other creature he met.  It felt natural, like it was his purpose as an ethereal predator of the Rosebloods.

”Sephiroth.”  The platinum maned lion would introduce himself as a greeting, his icy eyes sharp and focused on Caesar, unblinking.  Sephiroth would stand, looking down his muzzle at the smaller feline, stone still without even a flick of the ear in acknowledgement.  Purely professional, there was no connection he had with the Typhoon other than the simple fact that they were allies.  His eyes shifted to the gift basket that the male presented to the border.  ”Thank you for the gifts.  Are you here on any other business?”

#psychosocial.

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

FORGETTING LIES AND PAIN !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

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Unfortunately for Sephiroth, Caesar didn't recognize the male. He had been too preoccupied with being upset over there being no alcohol at Goldenluxury's event to focus on the allies that were attending. "No, I'm not." The demon responded to the lion's question, shoving the basket towards him. "Although, I am curious: what happened to your old territory?" Honestly, he was just wanting to see if Sephiroth would give him a straight answer. They were, after all, allies, and surely Pincher would be curious as to what happened to them? Plus, they could also provide help if The Rosebloods needed it, he was sure. Unless they ended up pulling a Snowbound.

#psychosocial.

[Luciferr]

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RIZER is a MANTICORE that stands at a height of 5FT, like all his kind he has a barbed tail and like some he also has WINGS , much of his form is also scaled past his mane. He resides within the ROSEBLOODS. his parents were EURYDICE TARGARYEN and DOMERIC of an old site litter. he is the incarnation of the PALE ASPECT aka DEATH of the 4 heralds, he also has amnesia of past lives.

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"A fire" another voice cut in, smooth and deep as pale blooded eyes swept over the stranger - their ally - and a nod to Sephiroth, the pale manticore's gaze flicking to the gifts.

unbidden he was reminded of the two massive dragons from the typhoon that had brought relief and a healer - the leader himself and another he hadn't gotten the name of, a true boon as they'd gotten back onto their feet before the move - a process Rizer had merely watched impassively in the background, the pale reaper's almost a detached island of calm in the aftermath where Talyn had been neutral but restless.

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RIZER TARGARYEN

But what is this that I can't see, With ice cold hands taking hold of me?

© ceilidh

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

FORGETTING LIES AND PAIN !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

"A fire?" Caesar echoed, turning to look up at Rizer. A manticore... a strange creature and honestly one that the demon had to admire. It was certainly a chance from all the other creatures here. "Do you know what started it?" He asked, trying to sound concerned.

#psychosocial.

[sephiroth]

SEPHIROTH

MALE — ROSEBLOODS — GUARD — HOVER FOR TAGS

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Sephiroth’s eyes would flicker over to Rizer, giving the manticore a quick nod as they answered Caesar’s question, before his sharp gaze landed back on the Typhoon.  ”Not yet.”  The silver lion would reply to the next inquiry, his voice a deep rumble from his chest.  ”I’m not sure if there is an active hunt going on or not.”  Personally he’d keep his eyes and ears open for any lead towards the culprit, even if his other groupmates didn’t.

#psychosocial.

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

FORGETTING LIES AND PAIN !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

"Strange," Caesar responded with a hum. It was possible that nobody was the cause of the fire, since the sun could cause such things as well if the earth got hot enough, but still. It was strange that their territory suddenly went into flames. "Ah, well, I'm sure The Typhoon will be able to offer supplies if you all need something." The demon offered. "Though don't be surprised if we expect things back eventually." After all, that's what got Snowbound in trouble with Pincher. They didn't give them supplies despite their hospitality towards Snowbound when their territory had been attacked by humans and when Atbash came and got rid of their alliance, Pincher was - understandably - pissed. He attacked the clan for their supplies, to which Atbash eventually complied.

#psychosocial.

[emil]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]the fire had certainly been a surprise and large point of suspicion, from many in the rosebloods including prestige. he would have set on a hunt; the group had been devastated after all, losing nearly everything important to them and more. to the pharaoh, his member's safety was far more important than the identity of the fire setter, when it could have been caused naturally. there were no trails to follow, no leads to which they could attempt to figure it out, so he merely let it be.

prestige approached the group with perked ears, surprised caesar had been able to find their new home so quickly. perhaps he was just very informed, perhaps he just managed to pick up the vague scent trails. the snow leopard offered a light smile to the officer. "thank you," he murmured. "pincher was kind enough to bring us supplies before we made the journey here. we're settling in well thanks to the typhoon's help. we'd be happy to return the favor."

the male twitched his tail for a few moments, dropping his gaze briefly to the gift basket, before looking back to caesar. "is there anything we can get you while you're here? you're welcome to rest some before you go." prestige nodded toward their grotto. it was definitely a long way from the safety of paradise island to the thick rainforest of their snug little canyon.