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CITY OF ANGELS [O, TASK] - OCTANE. - 06-09-2020 [align=center] [table][tr][td]
OCTANE [/td][/tr][/table] [table][tr][td] OCTAVIO SILVA [/td]High-Speed Daredevil AFRICAN CHEETAH TYPHOON "Ooh, sick death, dude!" [td][/td][/tr][/table] [table][tr][td]
[table][tr][td] [/td][/tr][/table] "I want ya to patrol the outer rim of our territory, scout out any good spots for potential landmarks. Report back to me with what you've found." [/td][/tr][/table]So he was just supposed to uh... walk around? Run around, yeah, he could do that! Okay- Octane stretched his legs out, gave a test jog, mask and goggles strapped on, and blasted in the swamp. Avoiding all the roots and mud was a challenge, and Octane's counting in his head how long he can keep this speed up. Two minutes is his record- what did Leroy want him to do again? Oh yeah! In his mixture of jogging and running, he finds the spot- Tanglewood's meadow. Okay, yeah- good enough- how long will it take him to get back? Let's go! Octane's racing with himself, getting back to camp in the next few minutes. "LEROY! I found your stupid-" Fuck, why is he panting so hard? Fuck the cheetah's shit endurance, "Fuck, I need some water." Original code by lexasperated / artwork by @R_HillPrime Re: CITY OF ANGELS [O, TASK] - toboggan - 06-10-2020 Ignoring Octane while he was on the prowl came as an impossibility. If the Cheetah wasn't obnoxiously running his mouth at every little thing, then he was scrambling to get to his target destination as fast as he could - him being a klutz and barely maintaining his footing whilst sprinting about only worsened the fact. Despite claiming Tanglewood as his home less than a month ago, Leroy could clearly tell whenever he was in a half-kilometre radius of the guy. Oddly enough, though, the general did not feel annoyed by the green-maned big cat's antics. Though irksome at times, Octane hadn't done enough damage to label himself as a pest in the hound's eyes. A nuisance, yes. But not a pest.
"Come again, Octane?" he replies, at the daredevil's beck and call. Whatever he found, it hadn't been made apparent. The fellow was hyperventilating so hard that he couldn't say a single sentence. "Can't say I got water on me," he says, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk, "but maybe I'll be motivated to get some, if ya speak clearly." |