I LIVED, BITCH — RETURN

REIGN HAVOC FROM ABOVE !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. PRIVATEER.

Two days since Pincher's death and Caesar was getting increasingly antsy about The Typhoon being without a leader. Two days the group was left without somebody controlling over them, and it was clearly starting to show. Goldenluxury had talked back to him multiple times, and so did Coldblue. Just because they're Pincher's kids does not mean they can disobey me. He was in a higher position than them. They should be listening to him. And the same with Roxanne as well, the little bitch.

But just taking over the group would not work. Almost all of the members of The Typhoon had proven that they would not listen to him if he just started ordering them around, so Caesar had taken to their religion. The demon wasn't a religious person at all, but he knew most of the Crewmates followed the religion that Pincher had in place. If he faked a sign by them, then surely they'd listen to him. So that's why Caesar was making his way towards the ocean, despite his disdain for it.

At first Caesar didn't quite sure what to make of the figure that was coming towards the camp but as he saw Goldenluxury and Roxanne rush by, the demon suddenly realized who it was, and immediately he felt anger rise up in his body. Caesar dug his claws into the sand, gritting his teeth as he heard Roxanne and Goldie talk to Pincher in the distance. He should be dead! The Officer growled to himself before he took in a breath of air, trying to force himself to relax. This is fine. He told himself. This will be fine. You can still ruse in the ranks.

So Caesar slowly made his way towards where Pincher, Roxanne, and Goldenluxury was and forced a smile on his face. He had to act like he was happy to see Pincher, he just had to act like everything was fine. "You're back?" The demon asked, trying to make his voice sound as genuine as possible. "Well, then. It's great to have you back." Not really.

#psychosocial.