THE TRIAL // open, entrance ritual

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

SO NOTORIOUS !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. CREW MATE.

Footsteps. Caesar wasn't expecting the noise of footsteps coming towards him, and briefly the demon started to panic again. However, once the scent of a Typhooner (was that a word?) hit his nose, he relaxed a bit. He clearly still was tense, but at least he wasn't panicking. Caesar flinched whenever Argus laid her wing over him. "Fucking native and their fucking juice, huh?" It took a minute for Caesar to comprehend, but eventually the demon gave a huff in response. This was fucking hell. Caesar's body convulsed again, blood dripping from his mouth. It wasn't a deadly amount, but it was still fucking hurt like a bitch.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." Caesar growled, shaking his head and spitting out the droplets of blood. He supposed to natives, he wouldn't look okay. Well, he really wasn't, but he would be able to recover. "Don't think you could help anyway. This is fuckin' normal for me." He grunted. He supposed he should be thankful for Argus helping him, even though he refused to help them. Huh, how funny was that?

#psychosocial.