the bright side of the sun ;; joining

SO NOTORIOUS !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. STRIKER.

Drinking from the ocean probably wasn't a good idea. Although Caesar had no proof that the NPCs gave him ocean water for his entrance ritual, he was convinced that they did, hence why he had those hallucinations. Caesar fucking despised them for tricking him into doing the entrance ritual, even though that's admittedly something he would do. He just didn't like being the one tricked himself.

Caesar noticed Cronas during his daily rounds of the territory, since he liked to have his nose up everything that went on around The Typhoon. The demon watched them carefully, though didn't exactly have interest in her. They were a child, by the looks of it. Great. Caesar grumbled mentally to himself. Just what we needed. Another fucking child. Whisper already got on his damn nerves. But whatever, a stranger was a stranger, and Caesar had to approach them since they were in their territory. Not that he didn't mind; he loved causing conflict, but he knew that scaring away a potential joiner may have some reprocutions.

"You always talk to yourself in third-person?" Caesar stated as he marched up to Cronas, studying them with black eyes. "Don't answer that, I don't really give a shit. What I do care about, however, is why you're here." He assumed Cronas was their name, considering they said that they were unsure about something. Unless he was assuming wrong, which was fine; he didn't care.

#psychosocial.