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Life is meant to die, and Caustic was long accustomed to the feeling of warmth leaving his body. Death phased him by, as he died enough times in the games for each of his own deaths to merge together in a garbled mess of memories. They were a of little note- they did not directly contribute to his research. Deaths caused by his own mistakes, however, did. Mistakes were only made by the petulant insects that surrounded him.
What had he done wrong in his last match? What could they have possibly done to outmatch him?
No. He had been severely injured by the time Bangalore's squad attacked him, and Octane had put a Wingman through his skull. Poor circumstances. He should have just use his NOX grenade, maybe it would have given him enough cover to heal but- no.
He'd dwell on his mistakes later.
Being here, though, was a mistake. This couldn't possibly be his mistake, though. It had to be Wraith's, definitely. They had been trapped in a house, Bangalore's Rolling Thunder locking them inside and the fool was so insistent to find a way out. The third ring was coming and Wraith knew they would be trapped in the ring. Dying in such a way was... pointless. Wraith had begun to place a portal, and he opened the door for her to let her provide an escape route. When she placed the other end of the portal, she had screamed into the comms to not go through. He heard her screams with disinterest, as she came back through and grabbed onto Caustic, her knife going through his NOX grenade, spewing the toxic gas everywhere. He tried to push her away, going through the portal together, and Wraith attempting to phase while holding onto him.
Now... he was here, and this was definitely a mistake. It was not his own mistake, however. He was merely an asset to the consequences and was now subject to this new experiment. He noted, immediately, the weight of his heavy gear and gas tanks absent from him. Caustic let himself take a large, wheezing inhale as he sucked in fresh air, head arching backwards into the night air, opening blue, glowing eyes, and exhaled the familiar green of his NOX gas. It leaked out of his mouth like the vicious toxin it was, dancing and perpetuating in the air, staying near the ground until finally disappearing into the air. He stood, finding himself with four legs, briefly closing his mouth, green continuing to smoke out of his nose. He rolled his shoulders, accustoming himself to this body. It was large, black wolf. He would need a mirror to better assess himself, but current observations would do for now. It wasn't his own, certainly, but it was now.
"Wraith?" His voice was a deep baritone, and her name was said with a leak of anger. Had she escaped him, or been separated from him? No matter. He would scold her later for this distraction. This, whatever it was, was an obstacle to his work and a waste of time. Maybe if he killed himself, he would revive in the respawn chamber and he could resume the work on his magnum opus. That could be a risk, however. If Wraith's portal had somehow dragged him to a different dimension, then he could not respawn. He lifted each of his toes, looking down, and counting them- six. He noted the two leftmost digits on his left paw were stumped at his plantar ball.
He stared into the night air for a moment, then searched his surroundings. He was in a jungle, his brain making note of the various fauna and their compounds. So much to notate, but only if it furthered his goal of escape. Glowing eyes wandered to the nearby structure next- it was obviously built by whoever lived here. He sucked in air through his nose. Lived here currently. Caustic let his jaw hang open, the green gas spewing from within and dissipating into the air. The wolf's eyes stared at the spiked structure, counting each of the heads and noting their various states of decay.
"Hm..." He let out a wheezing cough. "Savages."
A new, temporary priority. A new experiment. Survive.
// No need to match!
What had he done wrong in his last match? What could they have possibly done to outmatch him?
No. He had been severely injured by the time Bangalore's squad attacked him, and Octane had put a Wingman through his skull. Poor circumstances. He should have just use his NOX grenade, maybe it would have given him enough cover to heal but- no.
He'd dwell on his mistakes later.
Being here, though, was a mistake. This couldn't possibly be his mistake, though. It had to be Wraith's, definitely. They had been trapped in a house, Bangalore's Rolling Thunder locking them inside and the fool was so insistent to find a way out. The third ring was coming and Wraith knew they would be trapped in the ring. Dying in such a way was... pointless. Wraith had begun to place a portal, and he opened the door for her to let her provide an escape route. When she placed the other end of the portal, she had screamed into the comms to not go through. He heard her screams with disinterest, as she came back through and grabbed onto Caustic, her knife going through his NOX grenade, spewing the toxic gas everywhere. He tried to push her away, going through the portal together, and Wraith attempting to phase while holding onto him.
Now... he was here, and this was definitely a mistake. It was not his own mistake, however. He was merely an asset to the consequences and was now subject to this new experiment. He noted, immediately, the weight of his heavy gear and gas tanks absent from him. Caustic let himself take a large, wheezing inhale as he sucked in fresh air, head arching backwards into the night air, opening blue, glowing eyes, and exhaled the familiar green of his NOX gas. It leaked out of his mouth like the vicious toxin it was, dancing and perpetuating in the air, staying near the ground until finally disappearing into the air. He stood, finding himself with four legs, briefly closing his mouth, green continuing to smoke out of his nose. He rolled his shoulders, accustoming himself to this body. It was large, black wolf. He would need a mirror to better assess himself, but current observations would do for now. It wasn't his own, certainly, but it was now.
"Wraith?" His voice was a deep baritone, and her name was said with a leak of anger. Had she escaped him, or been separated from him? No matter. He would scold her later for this distraction. This, whatever it was, was an obstacle to his work and a waste of time. Maybe if he killed himself, he would revive in the respawn chamber and he could resume the work on his magnum opus. That could be a risk, however. If Wraith's portal had somehow dragged him to a different dimension, then he could not respawn. He lifted each of his toes, looking down, and counting them- six. He noted the two leftmost digits on his left paw were stumped at his plantar ball.
He stared into the night air for a moment, then searched his surroundings. He was in a jungle, his brain making note of the various fauna and their compounds. So much to notate, but only if it furthered his goal of escape. Glowing eyes wandered to the nearby structure next- it was obviously built by whoever lived here. He sucked in air through his nose. Lived here currently. Caustic let his jaw hang open, the green gas spewing from within and dissipating into the air. The wolf's eyes stared at the spiked structure, counting each of the heads and noting their various states of decay.
"Hm..." He let out a wheezing cough. "Savages."
A new, temporary priority. A new experiment. Survive.
// No need to match!
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