I'm the fox you've been waiting for [o, joining]

[OCTANE.]

Octane bounced back and forth on his legs as more greeted him. The next to approach was strange enough to pull his eyes away from the shoreline, and the cheetah's head tilted, tail going still. What a costume! Certainly wasn't the time of year for it, but it was a costume none the less. He wondered why they wore such a thing, maybe they hid their identity like Bloodhound? "Sort of? Yes to both, though." His fore paws tapped against the soft sand, unable to produce a proper noise and causing the sand to push around his feet. He feels Wattson told him something about that, volume or matter or whatever.
He should probably go ahead and tell them what he wants. "I'm looking for someone, if you've seen him. Big guy, chemist, talks about death a lot?" Maybe Octane should have tracked him down before jumping the gun and coming here like this... Oops.
The cheetah's tail started waving again, another approaching. Oh! How weird- they were the natives all right. Briefly, Octane imagined the field day Caustic was having with all the weird people. A cat with horns and wings? Octane wondered if she could fly faster than he could run. "Haha, yeah, small and stringy." A little sarcastic laugh left him. Octane's brain switched topics again, wondering how fun it would be to die to one of the reptiles. Maybe not the best, but a little adrenaline rush.

"But uh, other than looking for my friend, I might need a place to crash for a bit..."

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