A SENSE OF A CONTROL / private, caesar

IT'S ALL IN YOUR HEAD !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE TYPHOON. OFFICER.

Caesar definitely was not expecting the guy's entire life story, and yet here he was, telling him about his goal. That was... a lot easier than getting it out of Greed, that's for sure. Caesar blinked in surprise at Henri's words, his tail flicking in thought. He wasn't religious by any means, so all of this was complete and utter bullshit to him, and luckily Henri was blind so he probably couldn't see Caesar roll his eyes. "Tell you what, pal," Caesar responded, suddenly realizing he never got this guy's name. Eh, he'd get to that later. "You have fun with that, but if there's anybody you fuck around with, find a she-cat by the names of Atbash." He said with a grin, not that Henri would notice. "She's the leader there. I doubt she'd be converted to your religion, but she's gullible as fuck. Tell you that humans can talk to animals and she'd believe you." He chuckled. "But, yes, that satisfies my question, but I do have another: what's your name?" Now was a better time than never, right? "M'name's Caesar Cipher. Officer here in The Typhoon." Usually he said that to impress people and use his rank as an excuse to push people around, but he genuinely liked Henri. Strange.

#psychosocial.