04-22-2020, 09:51 PM
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Original code by lexasperated / artwork by @R_HillPrime
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OCTANE
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OCTAVIO SILVA
High-Speed Daredevil
AFRICAN CHEETAH
TYPHOON
"Ooh, sick death, dude!"
[/td]High-Speed Daredevil
AFRICAN CHEETAH
TYPHOON
"Ooh, sick death, dude!"
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[/td][/tr][/table] Octane rolls his shoulders, lifting his paws up can down to jog in place. A brief test of his limbs. The swamp felt so much better than all that fucking sand. He was used to mud and rough terrains but the soft sands of barracuda bay got into his joints and where flesh met metal and it was just uncomfortable. "Uh, I don't, at least. Goldie probably does though, she always looks busy," he mentions, rubbing his hindlegs into the mud to get a feel for the ground.
Octane didn't feel bad calling his Caustic 'fuckhead.' It was funny and the scientist wasn't here. He would probably still call Caustic names when he saw him. He knew how this worked, Caustic conducted experiments with repeatable outcomes and Octane had his own version of testing. What was the best way to piss him off? Annoy him? Get himself into Caustic's pretty little lab like the sacrificial lion he was?
"You know, fuckhead," he leers, grinning. "Big wolf, he's always so dramatic, he's like," he lifted his paws in air quotes. "'You thought we were equals,'" he drops his voice an octave to mimic Caustic's deep, gravely baritone. "And then I say, 'equals, you're still too slow,' and then I punch him in the chin-" he could drone on and on about their encounters in the ring. It was a fun little game, getting the 1-up on eachother each time. "You know, fuckhead," Man, it was a shame they didn't think that was funny. This was comedy gold!
The lion is speaking again, and Octane turns, his ears falling flat as he's scolded. "Ha, yeah, sorry-" Octane wasn't much of a thinker, and keeps quiet as Aurum speaks. The cheetah sits up slightly, his grin dropping for a moment. "He got hurt?" He squints, frowning- "and he didn't invite me?"
Octane grumbles, a few chirps leaving him, "Mind guiding me back to your uh, camp? I don't remember where it is." So Caustic got hurt? Okay, so this wasn't a booty-call. Then what? did he want... comfort or something? News?
[/td][/tr][/table]Octane didn't feel bad calling his Caustic 'fuckhead.' It was funny and the scientist wasn't here. He would probably still call Caustic names when he saw him. He knew how this worked, Caustic conducted experiments with repeatable outcomes and Octane had his own version of testing. What was the best way to piss him off? Annoy him? Get himself into Caustic's pretty little lab like the sacrificial lion he was?
"You know, fuckhead," he leers, grinning. "Big wolf, he's always so dramatic, he's like," he lifted his paws in air quotes. "'You thought we were equals,'" he drops his voice an octave to mimic Caustic's deep, gravely baritone. "And then I say, 'equals, you're still too slow,' and then I punch him in the chin-" he could drone on and on about their encounters in the ring. It was a fun little game, getting the 1-up on eachother each time. "You know, fuckhead," Man, it was a shame they didn't think that was funny. This was comedy gold!
The lion is speaking again, and Octane turns, his ears falling flat as he's scolded. "Ha, yeah, sorry-" Octane wasn't much of a thinker, and keeps quiet as Aurum speaks. The cheetah sits up slightly, his grin dropping for a moment. "He got hurt?" He squints, frowning- "and he didn't invite me?"
Octane grumbles, a few chirps leaving him, "Mind guiding me back to your uh, camp? I don't remember where it is." So Caustic got hurt? Okay, so this wasn't a booty-call. Then what? did he want... comfort or something? News?
Original code by lexasperated / artwork by @R_HillPrime