01-23-2020, 07:53 PM
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Science and death were unapologetic, as was Caustic. His mouth remained parted open, green gas leaking out of it like the smoke of an engine. Strange, indeed. He wondered if it still possessed its toxic, destructive qualities. His likely hypothesis? Wraith stabbing his NOX grenade as he went through the portal must have mixed the chemical into his body. He could not let it build within himself, so it had to escape through his facial orifices.
As for why he was turned into a canis lupus upon arrival... data was unavailable.
A strange world surrounded him now, and Caustic recalled the current experiment- to survive. This was merely a detour from his true passion, and he should be able to resume his studies in the games in weeks time.
Food. Shelter. Water. After that, a means to contact the Apex Games and get out of here. The latter would be far more difficult. Off of first impressions, the society here was not much further than the stone age. More obstacles, more variables.
His ears ticked instinctively to a noise, Caustic could identify them as a set of small pawsteps, and he let his head turn in the direction of the sound. Cold, blue eyes narrowed at the child. The Pitt? More data- conclusion, it was the group of savages here. They must be in bad shape if they let a scrawny child alone in the woods. Primitive society needed children to work the moment they could hold tools, and further their goal of survival.
Not advanced at all.
His eyes redirected to the heads for a moment. They were for show, and Caustic had seen bodies in far more mutilated states by his own hands. Humbert's eyes bleeding as he asphyxiated on his beautiful gas. Skin peeling from bones, coughing, the screams of Legends as they begged for the end.
Blue eyes turned back to the fox child. A test subject perhaps? A small amount of softness came to his hardened expression, as he imagined blowing his gas into her face, just to see if it would work. It would not take long for life to leave her.
Caustic's eyes renarrowed. This girl could be useful to him in other ways. Data was currently inconclusive on the population of the Pitt, and dying to the hands of savage animals, just to be another head at their border, was a waste of his precious time.
Caustic stayed where he was. He didn't want to make the girl panic by getting too close to her. Another wheezing cough left him. As of now, he needed this girl, and perhaps this group was his fastest way to a means of survival. However, if this group decided to expel him, he would leave before they attempted to murder him, and figure it out himself. Maybe find a different group, too. If this one existed, surely there had to be more?
"The Pitt?" Cough. Wheeze. "And how could I-" Cough. "Make myself welcomed?"
As for why he was turned into a canis lupus upon arrival... data was unavailable.
A strange world surrounded him now, and Caustic recalled the current experiment- to survive. This was merely a detour from his true passion, and he should be able to resume his studies in the games in weeks time.
Food. Shelter. Water. After that, a means to contact the Apex Games and get out of here. The latter would be far more difficult. Off of first impressions, the society here was not much further than the stone age. More obstacles, more variables.
His ears ticked instinctively to a noise, Caustic could identify them as a set of small pawsteps, and he let his head turn in the direction of the sound. Cold, blue eyes narrowed at the child. The Pitt? More data- conclusion, it was the group of savages here. They must be in bad shape if they let a scrawny child alone in the woods. Primitive society needed children to work the moment they could hold tools, and further their goal of survival.
Not advanced at all.
His eyes redirected to the heads for a moment. They were for show, and Caustic had seen bodies in far more mutilated states by his own hands. Humbert's eyes bleeding as he asphyxiated on his beautiful gas. Skin peeling from bones, coughing, the screams of Legends as they begged for the end.
Blue eyes turned back to the fox child. A test subject perhaps? A small amount of softness came to his hardened expression, as he imagined blowing his gas into her face, just to see if it would work. It would not take long for life to leave her.
Caustic's eyes renarrowed. This girl could be useful to him in other ways. Data was currently inconclusive on the population of the Pitt, and dying to the hands of savage animals, just to be another head at their border, was a waste of his precious time.
Caustic stayed where he was. He didn't want to make the girl panic by getting too close to her. Another wheezing cough left him. As of now, he needed this girl, and perhaps this group was his fastest way to a means of survival. However, if this group decided to expel him, he would leave before they attempted to murder him, and figure it out himself. Maybe find a different group, too. If this one existed, surely there had to be more?
"The Pitt?" Cough. Wheeze. "And how could I-" Cough. "Make myself welcomed?"
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