03-22-2020, 10:45 PM
Caustic did not mind Tanglewood's swamp. While it was disgusting on all fronts (normally, he would not mind. His old gear was the proper personal protective equipment to keep him safe), it was home to him on two fronts. To be clear, Caustic would never call Tanglewood itself home. He would never allow himself to. Calling Tanglewood home meant he was comfortable here, that he had settled in, he was staying. Caustic did not want to stay. The wolf knew that being trapped here shortened his life exponentially, and while he and his lab partner danced the lines of death and Caustic felt most alive when rapidly approaching his death- this was not how he would go. Dying here, as a wolf in the basement of a broken house in Tanglewood meant he had failed on all counts. He failed as a scientist, a genius, himself. Worst of all?
It meant he would have failed Octavio. The speedster was doomed to outlive him, and Octavio would die alone.
Such thoughts... bothered him more than it should.
He tried to distract himself the same way as always- other work. Another rabbit, carefully asphyxiated to unconsciousness laid inside the bag around his neck. This was his seventh test subject, and his tail wagged at the thought of the delightful experiments that lay ahead. It was a distraction from the portal maker, he knew, but working on the device for too long had caused him more frustration than results. Caustic's ears perked at voices, and he cringed at the thought of having to... interact.
Just stay under their noses.
He left his test subject under a bush nearby, and the wolf emerged from the foliage, letting a cloud of green gas escape from his mouth. Caustic's eyes glowed through the smoke, as it temporarily obscured his own face until it settled, wrapping around his cheeks. His shoulders heaved for a moment, coughing as he approached from behind Ivan, looming over the kit.
He didn't feel the need to say anything. All the appropriate questions had already been asked.
It meant he would have failed Octavio. The speedster was doomed to outlive him, and Octavio would die alone.
Such thoughts... bothered him more than it should.
He tried to distract himself the same way as always- other work. Another rabbit, carefully asphyxiated to unconsciousness laid inside the bag around his neck. This was his seventh test subject, and his tail wagged at the thought of the delightful experiments that lay ahead. It was a distraction from the portal maker, he knew, but working on the device for too long had caused him more frustration than results. Caustic's ears perked at voices, and he cringed at the thought of having to... interact.
Just stay under their noses.
He left his test subject under a bush nearby, and the wolf emerged from the foliage, letting a cloud of green gas escape from his mouth. Caustic's eyes glowed through the smoke, as it temporarily obscured his own face until it settled, wrapping around his cheeks. His shoulders heaved for a moment, coughing as he approached from behind Ivan, looming over the kit.
He didn't feel the need to say anything. All the appropriate questions had already been asked.
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