06-23-2018, 01:32 PM
REIGN HAVOC FROM ABOVE !
CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. PRIVATEER.
Caesar did honestly have pride in the fact that he wasn't well-liked here. He knew that nobody liked the way he spoke or held himself, and he honestly felt pride in that. That meant he was doing his job well. Just because he wasn't well-liked didn't mean he couldn't become Captain - he could just as easily murder Pincher or anybody else. I just need my powers back. And Caesar could be patient when he wanted to. Patience was good, especially when your reputation involved where you were in the group. Caesar watched Coldblue as he moved, but of course didn't really do anything to lash out at the Roux kid. Coldblue wasn't being threatening right now, even if the little shit had some ego problems himself.
"Your sister should have known when he left, shouldn't she?" Caesar shot back in a cold tone. "If she was sleeping next to him like she claims, she would have felt him move." Of course he knew that wasn't always the case; there were ways of moving without waking somebody up, but the Officer was just going to be a prick. He quite enjoyed this, if he was honest. And indeed, the demon did only hear what he wanted to, and that's all what mattered to him. Caesar narrowed his eyes at Coldblue as he spoke again, "Just because you're the Captain's son doesn't mean you own me, little prick." He snarled. "I do, in fact, get to order around because fun fact! I'm an Officer, one of your high positions. I'm the next one down -" Other than Argus, who had been promoted before him. "- after Pincher, because the dumbass didn't promote a Quartermaster. So, yes. I can order you around." He didn't care if he didn't have the support of his groupmates or allies - just as mentioned before, he could get somewhere without them. That's what he believed, anyway.
Caesar made no comment about Coldblue stating he should probably need ice. The only reaction he had was shaking his head, sprinkling droplets of blood on the ground. He honestly didn't feel any pain from the wounds, so he felt no need to get help from them. Sure, the area was numb and that's what Caesar knew as 'pain', and the body would act just as it would as if he felt pain, but the demon believed he was fine.
"Your sister should have known when he left, shouldn't she?" Caesar shot back in a cold tone. "If she was sleeping next to him like she claims, she would have felt him move." Of course he knew that wasn't always the case; there were ways of moving without waking somebody up, but the Officer was just going to be a prick. He quite enjoyed this, if he was honest. And indeed, the demon did only hear what he wanted to, and that's all what mattered to him. Caesar narrowed his eyes at Coldblue as he spoke again, "Just because you're the Captain's son doesn't mean you own me, little prick." He snarled. "I do, in fact, get to order around because fun fact! I'm an Officer, one of your high positions. I'm the next one down -" Other than Argus, who had been promoted before him. "- after Pincher, because the dumbass didn't promote a Quartermaster. So, yes. I can order you around." He didn't care if he didn't have the support of his groupmates or allies - just as mentioned before, he could get somewhere without them. That's what he believed, anyway.
Caesar made no comment about Coldblue stating he should probably need ice. The only reaction he had was shaking his head, sprinkling droplets of blood on the ground. He honestly didn't feel any pain from the wounds, so he felt no need to get help from them. Sure, the area was numb and that's what Caesar knew as 'pain', and the body would act just as it would as if he felt pain, but the demon believed he was fine.
'TILL I'M NUMB, 'TILL I'M BLISSFUL !
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