DIRECTION - open; body throw

[rhosmari]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]There was no real reason for her to be here other than the fact that the Typhoon had attacked and now there were problems sprouting up everywhere. She was enamored really at what was going on and even if her interrogation had not quite gone through the way she had planned she was still here to make a statement. It was interesting the things that this world had and as a former human, a former soldier with the ability to kill without remorse she was ready to see what they would throw at her. There was little thought put in about the place she had recently thought about being her 'home'. After all not two days ago she had finally owned up and become one of their members. Perhaps it was to get the off her back or maybe she had a strange and amused respect for Bastille now. Either way it was Bastille and her own reasoning that allowed for her to do it. And now after getting the information and directions she needed the woman found herself walking across the land bridge, over train tracks. Her sleek black form pushed through the build up of grasses from disuse and she was carrying something with her.

A body. The body was of her capture, the one that she had been interrogating and rather or not they understood the a statement of the dead. No matter if the dead came back to life as she had because of this world and how it looped an individuals soul (that was her reasoning for it), she wanted them to understand that she would kill. She would kill over and over again until they realized that hurting someone, robbing for fun would put them on their death beds. Especially when it came to the Ascendants. Her eyes glimmered with malicious intent, the darkening of amber visible for the barest of moments before she crossed off the land bridge and threw the body hard. It thudded up against a nearby tree and laid upon the ground, blood like black tar leaking out of it but she ignored that and instead she took her leave because she had things to prepare, plans that needed to be made up.

[member=590]CAESAR CIPHER.[/member]

[Beatrice]

BEATRICE

Death was not a foreign concept to Beatrice. It was something she had dealt with from time to time in her youth, and now that she was older - now that she was here -, she knew a lot about death. Though she had cleaned her paws and teeth time and time again, phantom bloodstains would always mark her body. She was a murderer through and through: a life taker, a soul robber, a monster.

She wasn't sure exactly how she had ended up near the land bridge. Her medical satchel was not hanging from her shoulder. Fictional eyebrows furrowed as she realized she had to make up for lost time again. She hoped she hadn't taken a soul for the Beast while blacked out. "You're losing it, Beatrice," she murmured, padding onward, not paying attention to where her feet were falling. She had been so out of it that she stumbled over Caesar's body.

Beatrice didn't move from where she lay for a couple of heartbeats. Panic ignited in her chest as she pushed herself up and moved to see the dead body. Red ears flew backwards. Had she done this while she was blacked out? Had she done this? She took a breath, centering herself. 'Calm down...' she whispered in her mind. There was another scent here, one she recognized but hadn't encountered for a long, long while. The Ascendants? Was that it? She bit her lip, unsure.

"Hey, you guys might want to see this," the Sage hollered over her shoulder before craning her neck to inspect the male before her. She could feel his soul lingering, still connected to its physical form. Her eyes darkened, and she knew she wanted it. No one would miss it, right? She sighed. She couldn't think like that anymore - not with Clanmates at least.

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[CAESAR CIPHER.]

ALL ALONE HE TURNS TO STONE !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

Back in The Ascendants, Caesar hadn't had any time to react before Carolina had grabbed his head and snapped his neck, and the demon was forced to rush off and possess a new body whenever she had. Unfortunately for the Officer, that body was a mongoose body, and he was going to be stuck in it for a couple of days. But at least it was a body, was it not? Caesar had been rushing back as fast as he could to The Typhoon, relieved that he no longer had to deal with Carolina and The Ascendants. As soon as he arrived, the scent of the aforementioned group hit him and he halted from his running, frowning in thought. Hiding in the bushes, Caesar watched as Carolina laid his dead body against a tree and he narrowed his eyes at her and fought back shooting a fireball at her as she left.

Caesar's attention snapped back to reality as he heard somebody approaching, and the Officer's ears pricked as he looked over at her. So she discovered his body, then. She must be happy. Caesar thought to himself with a roll of his eyes. "What's there to see?" The demon spoke as he moved out of his hiding spot and moved to sit next to his old feline body, as if to say 'hey it's me, Caesar'. But then again, how could anybody miss his absolutely wonderful voice?

#psychosocial.

[Beatrice]

BEATRICE

The sound of moving from the nearby bushes caused her ears to perk. The cattle dog turned then to see Caesar moving out of his hiding place. Well, wasn't that interesting? Beatrice bit back a smirk at his suddenly changed form. She could've laughed at his now short stature, but she didn't. The girl was quiet as she watched him move forward before stopping beside his deceased feline body.

"Welcome home then, I guess," the healer barked with a shrug of her shoulders. Truth be told, she didn't know Caesar all too well; she had no feelings attached to him. Maybe it was cruel, but his living or his dying didn't mean much to her. She knew she should be trying to forge new relationships with others now that she had returned, but that task was easier said than done. She wasn't exactly the best at making friends.

Dark eyes moved from the Officer to the distance, where Carolina had fled. The scent from the melanistic serval was still strong, but she didn't know who it belonged to - only that they were probably from the Ascendants. "Who killed you?" she asked, stopping just short of asking why they had done it. Caesar's reputation followed him well, and she could probably guess why he'd been murdered.

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[Character Graveyard.]

Kirishima didn't really know anything about Caesar, nor did he know about the male's rather stubborn personality. Whenever he thought of others with feisty personalities, he often thought of Bakugou, to be honest. His friend had always been hotheaded and aggressive. But he could be kind on rare occasions- he knew that, as he had gotten to know the blonde male at UA.

The red-feline had made his way over, as he had smelt something foul in the air. Scrunching his nose up, Kirishima would walk over and he quickly noticed the body on the ground and Beatrice and Caesar. A frown on his maw, he decided to ask. "Whoever killed you, what group are they from?"

tags :: updated 7/26:

basics.
✯ Eijirou Kirishima (Goes by Kirishima or Kiri)
✯ Cis Male
✯ Eight Months
✯ Beta of The Typhoon
✯ No titles

appearance.
✯ Domestic Feline
✯ Red pelt w/ dark red stripes all over body & black fur on top of head
✯ Red eyes
✯ Has a scar over left eye
✯ Has a bruise on side of face and scratches all over face
✯ American accent
✯ Former human

relationships.
✯ Friends w/ Izuku, Bakugou, Tsuyu, Tokoyami & Todoroki
✯ Considers Aizawa and All Might as his mentors
✯ [G1] NPC x NPC
✯ Homosexual
✯ Single
✯ Crushing on Bakugou
✯ No offspring

interaction.
✯ No powers
✯ attack in ORANGE