Flowers for a ghost // open+visiting

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

REIGN HAVOC FROM ABOVE !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. PRIVATEER.

Caesar was too focused on getting Jacob riled up that he didn't notice Roxanne move to attack him, and the demon let out a hiss of alarm as she shoved him to the ground, and gritted his teeth as he felt her claws dig into his chest. The area where her claws dug into wasn't painful to him, but they did cause a tingling, almost numb sensation to cover his chest, making it hard to breath. The Officer glared up at Roxanne as she spoke to him, narrowing his eyes at her. "You've seen me bleed out before to know that ain't true." The demon responded in a matter-of-fact tone in reference to how Roxanne mentioned him being 'yellow inside'. She saw his blood whenever that damn turtle of his bit him. That black substance was most certainly his blood. Caesar couldn't help but suck in a breath when Roxanne let go, and he slowly got back to his forepaws, although his body was a bit shaky at the moment.

And oh boy, here we go. Goldenluxury had turned to look at him by now, and of course Caesar, being the mature demon he was, rolled his eyes at her as she yelled at him. "You're the one who's throwing tantrums." He growled, his lips peeling back in a snarl. He had no patience for kids, especially if they thought they were better than him - that's what he thought Goldie was thinking, anyway. Kids shouldn't be talking back to their superiors, and Caesar definitely wasn't going to tolerate it. He honestly wanted to dig his claws into her throat, but he knew doing that would end up with his getting chased out, not into being Captain. So Caesar had to try and keep his calm as much as he could, and that was the hardest thing he had to do, especially since he couldn't light himself on fire to allow his anger to seep out of his body. "You're the one who fuckin' cried over this fucker's death. What does that say about you? You're weak. You'd think somebody who the child of the god damn leader would have more control over their emotions, but apparently not. Grow the fuck up." He learned a long time ago that letting your emotions show and control over you did nothing, and Goldie would learn it eventually, too. Or so that's what Caesar believed; she should be learning that soon, and now was a better time than later. "I highly suggest you shut your god damn mouth and listen to your fucking higher ups, yeah?" Because Caesar didn't know how much longer he could take of Goldie yelling at him before he just snapped at her - quite literally.

Of course, focusing on Goldie meant that Caesar wasn't paying attention to Jacob anymore. Yeah, the demon couldn't multi-task very well and he had to focus on just one person or he couldn't properly figure out what he wanted to say. Caesar saw Jacob get closer out of the corner of his eye, but had no time to react as the Snowbound Chief punched him. Caesar reeled back, ears pinning against his head as he shook his head. Black blood had started to come out of his nose, though it wasn't from the typical stress reasons that Caesar normally had to deal with. So it was definitely weird having his nose feel numb rather than be in actual physical pain from his subconscious fighting against his body. Caesar glared at Jacob as he spoke, once again narrowing his eyes. "Except I don't know as well as you do." The demon spoke in another growl. "If somebody had found Pincher earlier, I'm sure one of us could have run over to Snowbound and fetched you." If not finding Nayru first. "Think of all the possibilities before you try shoving words in my mouth." Sure, the likely chance of somebody finding Pincher as he bled out and getting to Jacob in time was impossible, but a point Caesar was going to bring up nonetheless.

#psychosocial.