BRING OUT THE MACHINE GUNS // open, visitor

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

THERE IS NO LIFE, THERE IS NO SPARK !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. GROUP TBA. RANK TBA.

"Is that so?" Caesar sneered in Keona's direction, baring his teeth as he did so. The wind blew around him as a clear warning, though the exile didn't seem to particularly bothered by it. With a twitch of his tail tip as he moved onto a defensive stance, Caesar let flames briefly flicker out of his mouth in an attempt to show he would defend himself if need be. Or, rather... start a fight. In fact, starting one would be quite an experience - perhaps finally he could dig his claws into these fish-fuckers. "I'd like to see you try." Perhaps he was taunting now, but he knew he would be outnumbered and quick.

That being said, Caesar couldn't help the itchiness in his paws at the mere thought of being able to slap his former crewmates. Especially the ones that always particularly bothered him - namely, everyone gathered at the moment. How funny was that?

#psychosocial.