not a drill / temporary leaving

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

YOU'RE ATTEMPTING TO BORE ME !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

Caesar was always constantly battling his sub-conscious, the regret of his own doings being too much to bare at times. During these hours, the Officer locked himself in his room and allowed the feelings to past and he could once more retain his monotone attitude. To many Typhoonites, Caesar was a stone (or so, that's what he thought others thought of him as) and was known for being grumpy towards everyone. That was planned, although the demon would have liked to establish a sense of fear among his crewmates. No matter, if he ever did lead this damned place, they would know fear. But the reason for his grumpiness and general hateful attitude was to hide his true feelings about everything - everything he had done and everything he wished he could say.

Caesar was always running away from his past, though it wasn't entirely intentional. The Officer believed the past was behind him, not him pushing it away. His motto was "the past is the past; it doesn't matter" and yet despite that, he believed his past doings should earn him fame and fear. Hypocritical yes, but in a sense, he was forcing himself to push away his memories of the past and only focus on the present. After all, if he acted like he didn't care what he had done to his Home Dimensions, the mortals of this realm would find it odd. Terrifying, perhaps. Caesar couldn't afford to let his true feelings show, in his opinion.

Being an Officer, Caesar was, of course, sort of in charge of the Reavers. "Yo Lucifer." The savannah called out as he approached his co-worker, his right ear flicking as he spoke and looked up at the much larger male. "You see Bakugou anywhere?"

#psychosocial.