04-12-2020, 12:48 AM
THERE IS NO LIFE, THERE IS NO SPARK !
CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.
After everything that happened, Caesar was slowly healing. He mostly had to do it himself, however, given that he was too cowardly to ask for help - that, and the fact he figured no one would want to help him. Not that he cared, anyway. If this body died due to the injuries he sustained, then so be it; he could just possess another body. That being said, of course. Caesar wasn't going to ignore his duties of trying to 'improve' The Pitt in his own ways. He had a job to do, whether the high positions liked it or not; he didn't care what they believed, he was going to make The Pitt feared again.
Caesar was surprised to see Trygve with the ability to breathe fire ('control' wasn't exactly the right word here, from what Caesar could tell), but even though Caesar had that ability as well, it didn't stop him from being burned by his own flames. He had a bad habit of setting himself on fire - that was nothing new - but his body would be covered in burns from his own flames right after. Fortunately, he just didn't feel any pain, and perhaps that was why he did it in the first place. The point is, though, that Caesar too found himself being burned by his own flames, just as Trygve was.
Being nice and trying to help the kid out was not something Caesar planned to do. At least, not directly. Unfortunately for the former pirate, Caesar would be the first to approach, albeit limping. "You're not going to be able to figure shit out if you just wallow in pain." He commented flatly, his large ears flicking as his spoke. He was clearly unhappy with speaking to Trygve, but now that the cub was technically a Pittian, he was forced to be nice to him. For now, at least. Maybe once he was healed, Caesar might try to do something, but that was weeks from now. "The trick is to focus on letting the flames fly elsewhere. Don't focus on yourself." Maybe that was easier said than done, to be truthful, Caesar wasn't sure. He just knew that's what helped him get the flames off, but as mentioned before, even if they were stuck on his body, he didn't particularly care.
Caesar was surprised to see Trygve with the ability to breathe fire ('control' wasn't exactly the right word here, from what Caesar could tell), but even though Caesar had that ability as well, it didn't stop him from being burned by his own flames. He had a bad habit of setting himself on fire - that was nothing new - but his body would be covered in burns from his own flames right after. Fortunately, he just didn't feel any pain, and perhaps that was why he did it in the first place. The point is, though, that Caesar too found himself being burned by his own flames, just as Trygve was.
Being nice and trying to help the kid out was not something Caesar planned to do. At least, not directly. Unfortunately for the former pirate, Caesar would be the first to approach, albeit limping. "You're not going to be able to figure shit out if you just wallow in pain." He commented flatly, his large ears flicking as his spoke. He was clearly unhappy with speaking to Trygve, but now that the cub was technically a Pittian, he was forced to be nice to him. For now, at least. Maybe once he was healed, Caesar might try to do something, but that was weeks from now. "The trick is to focus on letting the flames fly elsewhere. Don't focus on yourself." Maybe that was easier said than done, to be truthful, Caesar wasn't sure. He just knew that's what helped him get the flames off, but as mentioned before, even if they were stuck on his body, he didn't particularly care.
'TILL I'M NUMB, 'TILL I'M BLISSFUL !
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