I want to keep you alive [o, trapped]

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OCTAVIO SILVA
High-Speed Daredevil
AFRICAN CHEETAH
TYPHOON
"Ooh, sick death, dude!"

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Octane can feel his fur rise in a feral way he isn’t used to yet- he jumps as Aurum approaches. He’s suddenly acutely aware of his own short stature. That lion is fucking big- how strong were those jaws, huh? Octane’s goggles laser into Aurum’s face, gaze traveling all over. He sits, buzzing as he watches the lion move and untie his leg. Octane pulls the prosthetic towards him with his paws, brushing away mud and locking it back into place.
His fold back, lips pulling into a cringe, "Jesus fuck, that was awful. What are you? 40?" Perhaps they wouldn’t get that- Aurum’s Joke was bad and Octane had to tell him. "Thanks for the leg though, amigo,” he grins, pulling himself up to stand, stretching and testing the limb.
He sees others approach, and his mind is filled with all sorts of questions, staring at the yellow cat. "Why do you look like that? Do cats come in that color around here?" Oop! There he was, blabbering away again. "Ah- lo siento- my bad,” okay, obligatory apology over, now...

"I’m here for fuckhead, he sent me a letter. I hope it’s a bootycall, but you never know with that guy.” Normally, he wouldn’t call Caustic such names, but he couldn’t help the rage that seeped into his bones at the thought of the scientist. Why didn’t he call sooner? Was Octane so unimportant to him? What the fuck?

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Original code by lexasperated / artwork by @R_HillPrime