THE HUMAN RADIO // open, head stuck in bag

IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

"Oh, I'll go through with that threat." Caesar hissed as much as he could in this bird body towards Kian, glaring at him. He did, however, jump as a wave crashed behind him and he faltered forward, clearly not used to the body still. Caesar got up again, shaking sand out of his eyes and face, only for it to be kicked right back again onto him, though this time the sand practically got all over his feathers. Caesar looked over at [member=1136]alpha[/member] , and aimed to send a fireball right by him, though he didn't really aim to hit him. Of course, having sand in your eyes would cause your eyesight to be terrible, and Caesar wasn't quite sure where he threw it. One thing he did know, however, was that he was pissed and now his throat burned - literally. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize that powers came so easily to you. Here's some news for you fucker: my powers are stuck in another Dimension and they come back at random fucking times. You think I would've chosen to possess a dumbass bird if I knew that I had possession back?" His voice was hoarse, but he didn't care. He didn't really feel the pain from the flames, but he knew that the fireball burned his mouth despite that. "Piss off."

#psychosocial.