BRING OUT THE MACHINE GUNS // open, visitor

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

THERE IS NO LIFE, THERE IS NO SPARK !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. GROUP TBA. RANK TBA.

It has been... a while since he has been here, to say the least. The last time the Savannah was here, Pincher was still leader and Goldenluxury - that ungrateful little bitch - was still a Quartermaster. He had been exiled for attempting to challenge Baku to the position, and attacked Pincher when the canine tried stopping him.

So what made Caesar think he would be welcome now? Well first off, the demon didn’t think that those who knew him were still here. It would be a brand new start, so to speak. New people to manipulate,  new people to hurt. A small grin slowly formed upon Caesar’s face as he made his way towards The Typhoon, strolling up to the gate that separated him and his former home.

Caesar sat down, wrapping his long tail around his paws. He knew somebody should be here eventually; there was no need to ring the bell and alert Typhooners of his presence. Besides, the silence would buy him time to plot things out, unlike the last time he was here.

#psychosocial.

[Keona.]

[align=center]— if I fall, get knocked down, pick myself up off the ground —

Now this.  This was... Interesting.  The tiny Privateer knew this wanderer.  This exile.  Her pale, sea-green hues narrowed as she padded forward.  She had hoped, when catching the scent of someone on the border, it'd just be another newcomer.  They'd had an influx lately, after all.  Even if she'd grown tired of repeating her same welcoming words and questions.

Caesar.  Keona frowned, biting back a sigh.  "Aloha, Caesar," she offered coldly, her soft voice bland.  "Why are you here?"

Few remembered.  Few had remained since then.  But her family had not gone anywhere.  Nor had Goldenluxury.  Keona's ears perked in light curiosity, but in the end, the Privateer knew the correct course of action.  Send him on his way.  Exiles were exiled for good.

✯ — keona sibéal ní faoláin. female. privateer of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.

[ROXANNE R.]

CANNIBAL QUEEN { .:*・°☆ } ——— [size=10pt]info

Lemonhead?

She hadn't expect to see him of all people but she walked over with both of her ears angled forward, a frown etched onto her lips. She had gotten a bit of recap from a few NPCs and well, she didn't appreciate anybody attacking her family over petty shit like high positions or such. "Hey dumbass," She finally meowed with a lash of her fluffy tails, she would sit down curling her tail around her forepaws. Oh, he definitely wasn't welcomed here and she didn't really understand why he would even show his ugly ass round these parts again. The thought made her snort but she knew that Caesar's stubbornness was equivalent to a wild jackass. She didn't like that he was just sitting there but she simply rolled her shoulders letting her paw touch the sand lightly patting the ground, a smile slowly crept onto her maw "Ya shouldn't be here," She finally piped out with a shrug of her shoulders, she wasn't going to welcome someone who attacked her family with open arms. No, on the contrary, she could easily sick Kalayavan onto Caesar for all she cared. Maybe the salt water crocodile could munch on the piss hued feline, she let out a soft hum already hearing something submerging from the water behind them all. A loud hiss could be heard as the ground lightly shook, a large shadow hovered behind Roxanne, she would smile a bit more with a soft chuckle "You remember Kalayavan, right?" The saltwater crocodile lowered their long snout until they were gently placed between Roxanne's paws, the large beasts dangerous slits for eyes fixated onto Caesar. "character's speech."

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

THERE IS NO LIFE, THERE IS NO SPARK !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. GROUP TBA. RANK TBA.

the first typhooner to approach was less than ideal. caesar's already neutral expression changed to one of annoyance as his gaze fell upon keona. the blind female was someone caesar loathed - not a big surprise, but he loathed her for different reasons. she was blind, disabled. useless. caesar open his mouth to reply to the younger feline though his mouth snapped shut as roxanne approached. "i remember." the demon stately flatly to roxanne, looking at her with a cold gaze. the fur on his shoulders twitched as he realized that perhaps it was a bad idea to show up... if roxie and keona were here, who else was? whatever, there was no going back now.

"and why shouldn't i be here?" caesar was purposely ignoring keona at this point; not only due to her disability (he saw no need to associate himself with someone who wouldn't be useful to him) but since roxanne seemed to know that he was exiled. was she even here at this point? no, he could've sworn she had gone missing.

#psychosocial.

[Keona.]

[align=center]— if I fall, get knocked down, pick myself up off the ground —

Unimpressed, the petite fae let out a quiet "tch."  He hadn't changed.  No wonder.  She rolled her eyes and shook her head.  Well.  No matter what he wanted, they wouldn't let him back in.  He's not dumb enough to think he can... Is he?  An exile was a done deal.  If she had to enforce it, so be it.  "I'm only gonna tell ya once; you're not welcome 'ere."

Her control over the elements lacked an expert's finesse, but the wind close to the savannah began to pick up in warning.  "If ya think you can come crawlin' back, you're a bigger idiot than I thought."

✯ — keona sibéal ní faoláin. female. privateer of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.

[SÉAMUS]

[div style="width: 450px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt;"]— shouldn't have done it now there's blood in the water
Is that who I think it is?  The faerie snorted quietly as he slipped out of the jungle's shadows.  His sharp sea-green eyes lit up deviously.  Give me an excuse, please.  He flicked an ear as he stood at his daughter's side, flexing his claws.

Just to taunt the exile, he nudged Keona slightly, smirking. "At your command, Sibi."  For she outranked him, and the captain had left her in charge during the days she was supervising the Pitt.  The second Keona ordered an attack, the Irishman planned to do good on it.  Maybe they could throw Caesar in a cell -- or simply feed him to Kalayavan.
[align=right]word of mouth there's a snake in the garden — SÉAMUS Ó FAOLÁIN ☠

[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.

[Kian.]

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Kian Ó Faoláin

"Way to prove her point, lemonhead," the Irishman calls out dryly from the jungle.  "You really are dumb." A well-agreed upon fact, he notes as he stands beside Keona and Séamus, unsheathing his claws in preperation.  "But no one 'ere is disappointed or surprised." Any reason to slice apart the exile was good enough for Kian.  He'd always hated the way the arrogant savannah looked down on everyone.

The pirate grins.  Between all of them, the prick stood no chance.  Much less with a massive supply of water for Kian to utilize.  An honorless fight he supposed, but Ceasar was an honorless exile regardless; he only deserved pain.

His eyes flicker sideways to Keona, patient and duitiful despite the obvious next command.

All your dead end fury is not enough

[Keona.]

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If I fall, get knocked down, pick myself up off the ground

So be it.  Keona only blinked her eyes, her stance unfaltering at the smell of smoke.  The foolish crackle of flames.  As Séamus spoke her ear flicked.  Kian too.  What a turnout for the arrogant exile's 'return'.  No one wanted him back.  No one cared about him, except to see him dead.  The Privateer could not understand his decision to even come back, much less pick a fight.  Which was his only option now and he seemed inclined to take it.  Pathetic.

Without another word, she would unleash a sharper gust of wind, intending to knock him off his paws, followed by her cold command, "kill him."

✯ — keona sibéal ní faoláin. female. privateer of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.

[ROXANNE R.]

CANNIBAL QUEEN { .:*・°☆ } ——— [size=10pt]info

Oh, she had been itching for this day where her and her crewmates would kick Eyestrain's ass. She found a smirk forming on her lips as she hopped off of her crocodile feeling her pupils narrow into dangerous slits "Man, I can't wait to kick your ass, Pisspelt." She let out a giggle before darting forward with her wings spread out, knowing that Caesar wouldn't be able to concentrate on all of them, she took to the skies. She decided to make herself the bigger target as she shifted into a jaguaress, she let out a roar soon plummeting over in the direction of Caesar aiming to knock him over with her powerful paws, if that proved successful she would land onto the sand that was now the battlefield. She didn't plan on going easy on Caesar, he was exiled and nobody liked him enough to help his case. She wanted him out of her home. "character's speech."