BRING OUT THE MACHINE GUNS // open, visitor

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

THERE IS NO LIFE, THERE IS NO SPARK !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. GROUP TBA. RANK TBA.

the first typhooner to approach was less than ideal. caesar's already neutral expression changed to one of annoyance as his gaze fell upon keona. the blind female was someone caesar loathed - not a big surprise, but he loathed her for different reasons. she was blind, disabled. useless. caesar open his mouth to reply to the younger feline though his mouth snapped shut as roxanne approached. "i remember." the demon stately flatly to roxanne, looking at her with a cold gaze. the fur on his shoulders twitched as he realized that perhaps it was a bad idea to show up... if roxie and keona were here, who else was? whatever, there was no going back now.

"and why shouldn't i be here?" caesar was purposely ignoring keona at this point; not only due to her disability (he saw no need to associate himself with someone who wouldn't be useful to him) but since roxanne seemed to know that he was exiled. was she even here at this point? no, he could've sworn she had gone missing.

#psychosocial.