Caustic is mumbling in his recorder, watching the rabbit. The scientist is transfixed by his experiment, and Caustic’s mind idly wanders to his beautiful gas. It was his magnum opus in every right, and the wolf’s chest puffed as he thought of how he had fallen in love with his own creation.
Results would not leave him. Results would not go cold in his hands. Results were attainable, controllable, and experiment with an end goal in mind.
There was a beauty to death, Caustic knew. The beauty could be interpreted in many ways, however. Luc’s body in his hands was ugly, but Octavio’s open chest was beautiful. Maybe, killing Dr. Humbert and joining the games left Caustic desensitized.
Luc would probably be horrified by what Alexander had become, he idly thinks, looking up at his fence, then back to the rabbit.
Death was a constant variable and experience in the games. While he had rightfully earned his title as an Apex Legend, he was prone to mistakes and being outwitted or outgunned, just like everyone else.
A mistake was what brought him here.
Caustic raises the recorder to his mouth, shifting as he observes his experiment. The rabbit laid on it’s side now, eyes closed as the venom took its hold. ”Subject seems to be sedated, but alive,” he notes. Perhaps a higher dosage would result death in the succeeding tests? Fascinating. Caustic's former NOX gas had many qualities, it was suffocating and corrosive, and spewed in horizontal green clouds. Nothing interesting to the viewer, but to Caustic? It curled into intricate green clouds around his test subjects, snaking into their lungs and killing them from the inside out.
Caustic could have made stronger gases, easily, but the syndicate always held him back. The games had to be "fair" and "balanced" that way. The wolf's ears laid back as the child approaches, the one with the bird, and his eyes narrow into a glare as it speaks. "No, you're not." The rabbit is his test subject, it was prey and it's duty was to die by Caustic's tests, and be subsequently eaten. "Even if you did, it is incapacitated. It cannot run away any longer." This was the one good thing about the Pitt, there were less people to bother him, and less people to meddle in his morally-dubious privacy.
Caustic's cold and clearly annoyed gaze turns to Aurum now, his tail lowering in defense. He had to do whatever this one told him to, he knew. He could already guess the words forming in the proxy's mind, about his moral corruptness and that the rabbit would need to be killed or set free immediately.
Caustic's methods were only controversial to those who lacked imagination. So, of his options, he elects the easy one: lying. His face remains the same expression, clear annoyance and defensive about his work.
"I have learned I possess abilities previously unknown to me." A half-truth. He was not going to mention what the ability was until asked to explain. "I am a scientist, Aurum, so I must test the world around me in order to understand it. It is my civic duty." A lie, these experiments were for Caustic, truly. They kept him busy. "I am testing the properties of my ability. This way, I may use it in combat, and aid Tanglewood to my best ability."
Results would not leave him. Results would not go cold in his hands. Results were attainable, controllable, and experiment with an end goal in mind.
There was a beauty to death, Caustic knew. The beauty could be interpreted in many ways, however. Luc’s body in his hands was ugly, but Octavio’s open chest was beautiful. Maybe, killing Dr. Humbert and joining the games left Caustic desensitized.
Luc would probably be horrified by what Alexander had become, he idly thinks, looking up at his fence, then back to the rabbit.
Death was a constant variable and experience in the games. While he had rightfully earned his title as an Apex Legend, he was prone to mistakes and being outwitted or outgunned, just like everyone else.
A mistake was what brought him here.
Caustic raises the recorder to his mouth, shifting as he observes his experiment. The rabbit laid on it’s side now, eyes closed as the venom took its hold. ”Subject seems to be sedated, but alive,” he notes. Perhaps a higher dosage would result death in the succeeding tests? Fascinating. Caustic's former NOX gas had many qualities, it was suffocating and corrosive, and spewed in horizontal green clouds. Nothing interesting to the viewer, but to Caustic? It curled into intricate green clouds around his test subjects, snaking into their lungs and killing them from the inside out.
Caustic could have made stronger gases, easily, but the syndicate always held him back. The games had to be "fair" and "balanced" that way. The wolf's ears laid back as the child approaches, the one with the bird, and his eyes narrow into a glare as it speaks. "No, you're not." The rabbit is his test subject, it was prey and it's duty was to die by Caustic's tests, and be subsequently eaten. "Even if you did, it is incapacitated. It cannot run away any longer." This was the one good thing about the Pitt, there were less people to bother him, and less people to meddle in his morally-dubious privacy.
Caustic's cold and clearly annoyed gaze turns to Aurum now, his tail lowering in defense. He had to do whatever this one told him to, he knew. He could already guess the words forming in the proxy's mind, about his moral corruptness and that the rabbit would need to be killed or set free immediately.
Caustic's methods were only controversial to those who lacked imagination. So, of his options, he elects the easy one: lying. His face remains the same expression, clear annoyance and defensive about his work.
"I have learned I possess abilities previously unknown to me." A half-truth. He was not going to mention what the ability was until asked to explain. "I am a scientist, Aurum, so I must test the world around me in order to understand it. It is my civic duty." A lie, these experiments were for Caustic, truly. They kept him busy. "I am testing the properties of my ability. This way, I may use it in combat, and aid Tanglewood to my best ability."
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