lemons are sour || p, caesar

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

ALL ALONE HE TURNS TO STONE !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

Caesar absolutely hated the day after the entrance ritual, mostly due to what exactly it caused him to see. It forced the past to haunt him in ways he didn't want it to; he was forced to face his past and truly see the damage he had caused. It shocked him and actually caused his body to break down a bit, before the hallucination started to wear off and he realized that he wasn't back home in a burning Dimension. The hallucination the juice caused was far worse than the images he went through at night and he had a hard time fighting them off, and Caesar had been lucky it wore off at sunrise, because if it continued, he had a chance of Corrupting right then and there, assuming his stress of keeping his emotions under check was that bad.

Caesar shook off the thoughts of the entrance ritual as he spotted Marigold walking along the beach. Unfortunately being an Officer meant he had to be around the group, even if he didn't particularly like going out during the day. "Marigold, right?" The demon decided to greet her as he came up, once again his black ears flicking. The action honestly seemed to be apart of his greeting, which was strange considering ear flicks were usally a sign of irritation - but who's to say he wasn't irritated? As Marigold may soon learn, Caesar was the grumpass of the ground and often tried being the Debbie-downer for events unless they were fighting related.

#psychosocial.