SINCERELY, ME / private, caesar

[madster]

life in snowbound was easy-going, and other than the bickering the 'heroes' and 'villains' did, there wasn't really anything dangerous. thus, henri grew bored of the easy days, lazing around in the cold summer sun. henri was padding around in his cabin when the thought of caesar came to his head and he suddenly felt warm. damn caesar, he thought, but craved the other's touch. he couldn't run out and visit him- he lived all the way in the typhoon, and him sneaking out to go to an enemy clan was fishy. his pet crow- named jimmy- made his presence clear with a loud squawk. henri paused. "hey, do you know how to write?" he asked the bird.

"of course i do," the bird grumbled. "what do you want?"

henri stopped walking. "hey, write down what i say, alright?" he asked, and the bird scrambled for ink and paper. at the end of the session they had a letter on paper and henri sent the bird to the typhoon. it took him about a day to get there, and when he did the bird landed in front of caesar's room in the ship. "i got a message from henri to caesar," jimmy spoke, releasing the note in his talons.

dear officer caesar,
how are you doing? here in snowbound everything's kind of boring. there's people fighting all the time though, which is a little weird. i'm kind of useless because i'm blind, hahaha. yeah, write that down. write down when i laugh. no, don't write that down, you fucking idiot bird. anyways, your sister hasn't really done anything. you really did a number on her, i think! she can't even talk nowadays. it's kind of funny, really! i haven't really told anybody here about the cult so that's a work in progress. it's also really fucking cold here, so i wish i was in the typhoon. i'd love to lounge about on the beach with you.

anyways, i'd love to hear back from you. you can just attach a note to my bird and he'll come back to me. we're like pen pals! isn't that so much fun?

- sincerely, henri

at the end, he had written a little heart.

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

ALL ALONE HE TURNS TO STONE !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

Caesar didn't lounge around in his room very often, but luckily today was one of those days where he just didn't have anything to do. The Typhoon in of itself was boring as well, besides the wedding that happened recently, but that was just idiotic in the demon's eyes. Sure, he had attended, though it was only to show Pincher that he could 'care'. But whenever a crow landed at his window, the demon jumped in surprise, glaring at the avian for a few seconds before its words registered in his ears.

"A letter?" Caesar echoed the words out loud, chuckling a bit. Henri was blind wasn't he? How the fuck did he write this? Ah, oh well. The demon read the note, a small laugh escaping him as Henri's words started insulting the crow that appeared to be writing for him. So that answered the whole question about Henri writing, then. Caesar found a pen and some paper in his room and started to write down on it.

Dear Henri,
Everything is going to fine, I suppose. Pincher got married, what a bit fucking whoop, amiright? That's about as exciting as we got here so far, I guess. Although we did raid The Ascendants recently. That was fun.

Did he leave out the part where he got captured? Yeah. Though that was mostly because the thread where he got captured wasn't finished yet, but that was fine - it was in Caesar's character not to admit something like that. Anyway, continuing on with the letter:

atbash can't talk, huh? how's she leading the clan then?

Honestly Caesar wished he done more damage to her, like killing her, but what could he say; he kind of liked toying around with her and traumatizing her instead. The demon's tail flicked as he continued to write, trying to figure out what to say next.

you should come down sometime, honestly. there's some areas in our territory that nobody visits. like haven island! it's haunted or some shit though, I dunno. don't really care if I'm honest. but it'll keep you hidden from the rest of the typhoon if you wanna visit.

Strange, Caesar would have never imagined he'd be inviting what was technically the enemy into there territory, but there was something about Henri that he just wanted. He liked the other male's presence, which in of itself is weird. Caesar didn't like it at first, but he grew to like it.

pen pals, huh? I like the sound of that.

- sincerely, officer caesar

And with that, he was finished. Not much to say right now, but hey it was a start, right? Caesar handed the note to the crow, with tried to shoo it off with a paw, completely unaware that the bird had some sort of sentience.

#psychosocial.

[madster]

"oh, fuck off," the bird grumbled, being just as sentient as caesar or henri, which raised the ethical dilemma of an animal keeping another animal as a pet. still, henri wasn't an ethical person, so he didn't care he was basically enslaving his food. the bird took off, flying through the ship before returning to henri a day later.

henri was surprised caesar actually wrote back, as he was awoken by the bird perching on his body. he felt the paper, enjoying the feeling of the ink and paper on his paws- this was caesar's writing, caesar's heart poured on this paper. after he was done molesting the letter, he handed it to the crow to read out loud as he got comfortable in his cabin. there was a wedding? huh. henri had believed the typhooners were all loveless creatures, but apparently they liked to get married. caesar was curious with atbash, and henri liked being this double agent. to her face, he'd tell atbash how proud of her he was, how much of a great leader she was... but his loyalty belonged to caesar, of course. henri let out a shaky breath as he was told caesar wanted him to come visit. "alright, let's respond," henri said, and jimmy got to work.

dear officer caesar,

thank you so much for writing me back! a wedding, huh? i've never been to one. was it fun? i don't think i'd enjoy a wedding very much, they're very... visual. a lot of the times i like to think that my eyes are a gift from belial, but... a lot of the times i feel like i'm a burden. if i ever got married, i wouldn't even want a wedding, i think. anyways! atbash is an alright leader, to be honest. she's really concerned with the well-being of her clanmates, even when it's their fault they get hurt. to be honest... i wish there was a war between snowbound and the typhoon. the whole peace treaty thing was dumb- i don't really have any real investment in politics, i just want to hear stupid people throw themselves at each other! i think the typhoon would win, though. my clan's chock full' of idiots. is the typhoon like that too?

i'd love to come visit, but y'know... the whole blind thing, so it would take me forever. plus, i'm a snowbounder- i'm an enemy. i personally don't think that matters, but you know how clans can be with that kind of thing. but my want to see you overrides my fears of being found out. we'd just have to plan it a little bit. any ideas?

yours, henri

then the bird was off, back to caesar yet another day. this time, he came at night. "hey, mister caesar, i got a letter from henri," he announced this time, dropping off the letter once again.

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

ALL ALONE HE TURNS TO STONE !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

Caesar looked a bit shocked whenever Jimmy responded to the dismissive flick of his paw, but he shrugged it off. Prey and was still prey in his eyes and hell, he even ate his own damn seagull body once he returned to a feline one. But luckily for Henri, Caesar was up at night; he was a dream demon after all, and getting sleep was for the weak.

Dear Henri,

Ehh the wedding was as fun as one could get, I suppose. I'm not a big fan of neither Pincher or Jacob so I was just there for the hell of it to be honest. Did you know Jacob used to lead Snowbound? Yeah, he was leader before Atbash; pretty much ditched the place to be here.

Hmm, yeah, I didn't agree with the whole peace treaty thing either, but it's whatever, y'know? Can't exactly go agains the Captain's orders if that's where I want to be at some point. Gotta act like I'm 'respectful' and all that shit.

Was it very well-known that he was trying to be Captain around here? Honestly, Caesar believed it was. After all, he had been pretty damn pushy and bossy whenever Pincher had temporarily died, and Coldblue certainly didn't seem to let it go that Caesar had tried to run the place. But whatever, The Typhoon needed some sort of leaderly figure until Pincher came back, did they not?

The Typhoon's fuckin' full of them, man. They're all pushovers, will listen to anything Pincher says. Like I said before, the only reason I do it is to get up that high in the ranks, but it's not exactly secret that I'm an ass. I'm an ass to others, but I have to keep metaphorically sucking Pincher's dick if I want his spot.

But in regards to being found out, I doubt it. Haven Island is pretty damn huge and honestly, nobody really goes there unless they're on they're doing the Entrance Ritual. And even so, we can fuck around with them since they'd be pretty drugged up. They'll be hallucinating and shit; they'd probably believe it was part of the hallucination if you did get caught.

sincerely,
officer caesar

#psychosocial.

[madster]

henri found that his days were vastly improved by the presence of a letter from caesar. he never really had anything to look forward to besides his meals and naps, so the added bonus of a letter from somebody like caesar sparked something within him. he read over the letter, having it been delivered to by the bird- so caesar was trying to become captain? henri smiled at the thought. henri and caesar had vastly different goals- henri wanted to see the true corruption that the clans represented, while caesar wanted to control it.

after finishing reading the letter, henri grinned. "that settles it then- i'm going to go visit. come with me, i'll need somebody to navigate," he said in a sing-song voice to his slave bird, packing up a few things and then leaving in the morning. if he did his math right, he'd be there by nightfall. he began to recognize the scents and feelings of certain things as he went, starting to path out the exact road he'd take to go between clans. he'd have to, if he didn't want this to be his last visit.

henri was an intelligent man, and so he was right- he arrived by nightfall. this time, he didn't fall into the ocean and kept going on the railroad. now he was in unfamiliar territory, although the bird knew where to go since he had visited caesar a few times already. henri wore a dark cloak to hide his features, secured by a purple gemstone brooch. the cloak was his father's, but henri thought it was awfully gaudy- still, he'd wear it to protect being seen.

here he was. in front of caesar's room. the door was closed, and henri could feel himself sweating bullets. was this the first time he had ever felt so panicked, yet ready for whatever was to come? he took a deep, shaky breath.

henri knocked on the door, making sure to be gentle. "hey, officer ceasar. i've come to visit."

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

ALL ALONE HE TURNS TO STONE !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

Henri's letters, believe it or not, was something that Caesar actually looked forward to. They were something nice to get after being berated by his Crewmates constantly. Caesar honestly found it funny that some person in an enemy clan seemed to like him more than his own Crewmates. Unfortunately for Henri though, Caesar wouldn't be moving to Snowbound any time soon, though that was mostly due to their political alignment and the fact that Atbash led.

Caesar was, of course, in his room whenever Henri decided to visit and was startled whenever he heard knocking on his door. Nobody ever visited him at night, so he usually had this time all to himself to get those negative feelings of the memories his Home Dimension gave him. Caesar quickly shook off the memories that were starting to play through his head like they did every night, and swallowed a bit of blood that had come up. Caesar opened to door to his room and bit back a yowl of surprise as he realized it was Henri. "Henri?" The demon spoke quietly, shock in his voice. "What the hell are you doing here? You'll get caught!" How the hell did he manage to get past every one else is what the Officer was thinking about but then again, it was late at night wasn't it?

#psychosocial.