DYING IN LA / o, power discovery/injured

IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

Caesar opened his mouth to protest Rosemary's orders at first, though he quickly came to his senses and realized that Pincher was standing right there, and snapping at her probably wasn't a good idea. He didn't particularly care if Goldenluxury died right here and now, and he certainly didn't want to help here. But oh how he preferred like having his rank over anything else. Caesar glared at Rosemary as she threw orders at him, as if he was saying, Do not boss me around. - and he was, but unfortunately without telepathy he couldn't snap at her mentally. Besides, she'd probably run her mouth off to Pincher anyway. "Unless you have conjuration, I suggest we leave now." Caesar's tone was harsh as he spoke to Papercutter, and he turned around and started to head towards camp. Hopefully Papercutter would call him off if he had conjuration, but until then, the demon was going to go to camp to hopefully find something there.

#psychosocial.