i'll catch you if you fall - introduction

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

YOU'RE ATTEMPTING TO BORE ME !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

Caesar on the other hand, was absolutely one to brag about his species. Perhaps that was because, subconsciously, he knew that he wasn't very powerful. All his life he had relied on some vision that the Shaman had, which wasn't exactly guaranteed to come true. Caesar only made it come true because he felt like he had to; that nobody thought of him as threatening otherwise. Caesar let out a hum in response to Nosferatu's reply, his tail flicking in thought. "Nice to meet you, too." His words were flat, not entirely meaning them. Why would he? These creatures on Earth were just pawns he could eventually use.

"So what was that language you were speaking a couple minutes ago?" The demon decided to ask, not wanting this conversation to end on an awkward manner. It wasn't any language he personally knew, though that likely wasn't a surprise. After all, he only knew English and could speak in cipher (depending on which one, of course).

#psychosocial.