WATERFALLS COMING OUT YOUR MOUTH

[glow=grey,1,400]ALL EYES ON ME IN THE CENTER OF THE RING ! — [abbr=APHRA CIPHER, THE TYPHOON, CREWMATE, 4 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]

Unlike her father, Aphra needed sleep. She was more mortal than he was, but she was able to get rid of her physical form and possess another body if she wanted, but she was not immune to the effects of weariness that the body feels. Caesar could ignore it all he wanted, Aphra knew, but she could not; that being said, of course, this didn't mean she didn't have nights where she chose not to sleep and instead spent her night at the tavern, either trying to find someone to sleep with or to get drink off her ass (or both). It wasn't hard to see Goldenluxury's mental state deteriorate, especially after the death of Sam, and Aphra wanted to exploit that - of course, doing so was a lot harder said than done. Especially when others lashed out at her and Goldenluxury just ignored her. It was frustrating, honestly.

How could Caesar manipulate others so easily? Perhaps it was due to his nature as a dream demon; Aphra supposed he could reach into someone's mind and make them act the way he wanted. She remembered how easily Caesar had gotten under Goldie's skin and Aphra was jealous of that. But of course, Goldenluxury was no longer a little kitten; she was an adult, leading The Typhoon. She couldn't afford to breakdown, did she?

"The hell are you talking about?" Aphra's voice cut in as she stood behind Roan, a frown on her face. Her gaze flickered over to the panicking Goldenluxury, but the succubus showed no signs of seeing Guru like Roan and Goldie obviously did. Perhaps if she wasn't just a bit intoxicated, she'd use her noggin to connect the dots that maybe Goldenluxury was doing some mind-fuckery, but her thoughts were muddled and as such, she had no idea what the hell Roan was going about or why their Captain was in such a frantic state.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]