acres of longing / o, Ascendants Ambassador

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

REIGN HAVOC FROM ABOVE !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. PRIVATEER.

Oh, The Ascendants. That... pansy-ass group. Caesar had to force himself to look at least somewhat friendly as he came his way over, although it may be a bit obvious that he was trying to do so. He didn't like having to force himself to act a certain way, but whatever. He had a position here and he had to keep it and not fuck things up. "Yeah, thanks for the gifts." Caesar echoed Coldblue, ears flicking as he stood next to his Crewmate. "I'm Caesar Cipher, one of the Privateers here."

#psychosocial.