[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ff4500]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/22945f0b-6aea-4f8b-ba58-8e3c2790d559.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=ff4500][b]Location:[/b][/color] DTB Fade Between
[color=ff4500][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr]

	The door, masonry, and other bits of building material were off of Caesar without him feeling much the worse for wear. Others had appeared around him, persons with whom he was familiar in varying levels of acquaintanceship. He had struggled to remember names, and slowly they were coming to him. 

	[color=ff4500]"Riley Ridgeway,"[/color] he growled softly. It was the first and easiest to remember. She was famous, he thought he remembered. And lived near to him. 

	[color=ff4500]"Mali..."[/color] He had heard the name once or twice, and had also seen her around the building he had lived in back in Justice, California. But he couldn't place a last name on her. 

	[color=ff4500]"...Robert Adler."[/color] The only reason he remembered this one at all was that he very recently had an interesting meeting with someone that he sat in on. Introductions were made.  

	Caesar hefted his shotgun, a lovely Mossberg tactical piece, and looked at the world around them. [color=ff4500]"It [i]would[/i] be a good time to wake up,"[/color] he agreed, speaking to Robert. [color=ff4500]"More likely that we're dead, is the thing. Hmm..."[/color] He seemed to weigh that as an option. [color=ff4500]"[i]Purgatorio?[/i]"[/color] he questioned quietly to himself. Before he figured out the nature of anything around him or considered what else he would want to say to these people, [i]if anything[/i], he noted the approach of a new person. Not the fading in that he and the others had done, but a physical, environment interacting walk up. With the biggest damn wolf he had ever seen. They stopped some twenty feet out. It was a good distance to see someone's eyes and read the expression on their face so you could determine of you needed to shoot them, yet do so with some range. However, it was also an excellent closing distance for a canine that size if it wanted to eat you. 

	If things became ugly, he was going to have to shoot the wolf first. If it came at [i]him[/i], anyway. Use it for cover if the lady unslung that bow of hers. Target her if the wolf went for someone else. It would suck for them, but this was the most effective way to take care of the situation if it came to violence. Hit the faster threat first. The tactics of the situation that leapt unbidden to his head as matter of a survival skill took a bit of an abbreviation as the woman spoke. [i]To him directly.[/i]

	Others had things to say. Maybe it was important to them that they said what they did. Give a sense of control in a situation that none of them had any control over. Caesar himself wasn't happy with the absence of familiarity or footing in the least, either. But nothing he said was going to make it better automatically. Instead, he waited until the others had said their peace, and responded to the strange lady, [color=ff4500]"[i]Soy[/i] un pugilista[/color][sub]1[/sub][color=ff4500]."[/color] He said this, though he was pretty sure that she meant something else, not quite as obvious, by her statement. The fact that she was speaking on behalf of her wolf was not lost on him. 

	Seeing as Riley had taken the initiative with asking who she was, Caesar refrained from repeating the question. Instead, he opted for a slightly different approach. He heard her speaking English. Seems everybody did. [color=ff4500]"I am called Caesar. Caesar Gonzalez."[/color] His words were quiet; soft even, with their usual low, growling quality. If he others wanted to introduce themselves, great. The people he cared about personally were nowhere to be seen. They were his priority far more than the people he was here with at the moment. 

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1	=	"[i]I am[/i] a pugilist."
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