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

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

Caesar's ears flicked as he heard Solveig's telepathy voice. Although he didn't particularly like her in his mind - kind of like Rosemary, he had no defenses against her without his powers right now. But this was fine. As long as she didn't dwell too deep into his mind, he didn't care. The demon grinned as he watched the flames burn the tip of Pele's ears as he responded to Solveig, "What use? Oh, many things." His tone was dark, almost like a hiss. "Information. Fame. Power." Those last two is what mattered to him most, but yeah... she could possibly be used for information.

"What, is that all it takes to shut you up?" Caesar sounded almost disappointed as he spoke this to Pele, a fake frown on his maw. But of course, that frown quickly disappeared as he walked towards the she-kit, his claws unsheathed. He aimed to swipe his claws across PELE's side. He was practically toying around with her right now. Since he just used his fire elementals, he couldn't do it again for a while, but hey... that was why he had weapons, right?

#psychosocial.