THE JURY'S CORRUPT // open, capture + torture

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

Caesar at first opened his mouth to respond to Pele, though just as he did so, the little she-cat flicked sand at him, and the Officer recoiled back a bit, coughing and spitting out the sand he got in his mouth. There was some on his face, of course, and he shook his head as quickly as he could to get rid of those. It was difficult, with him having fur and all, and he probably ended up with sand still on his face as he glared back at Pele. "Fireball, huh?" That actually gave him an idea. "Then I'm sure you'll enjoy this." With an annoyed growl, Caesar opened his mouth again to reveal that he was creating a fireball, right before he aimed to send it at PELE's face.

Just as he did so, Carolina came over and made her comment. Caesar looked over at his fellow Crewmate and narrowed his eyes at her. "Is this fun enough for you?" He growled, though his voice was rough, almost like speaking hurt - and it did. Regardless of whether or not he had been able to hit Pele, the fact that he formed fire in his throat burned the insides of his neck, though Caesar didn't feel any pain. It was uncomfortable and numb, sure, but no pain. But his voice definitely made it sound like talking hurt.

#psychosocial.