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REIGN HAVOC FROM ABOVE !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. PRIVATEER.

Despite Caesar's disdain of the ocean, he quite liked how chaotic the waves were. He just didn't want to be caught in or near the water; staying a bit away from it was fine, though. The demon was currently walking along the beach, trying to check out any treasures that may have washed up on shore ('treasures' meaning bones), when he heard Roxanne call out. With a tilted head, Caesar would trot over to where she was, being the nosy demon he was. "The hell is that?" The Officer asked. "You're not fucking keeping it." He stated rather quickly after his question, glaring at Roxanne. Why the hell would she need an egg that big anyway? Better question: what creature would have an egg that fucking big?

#psychosocial.