02-08-2020, 01:30 PM
Octane's life was centered around running. He had to live up to his namesake of the high-speed daredevil, but the change of dimensions came with the loss of adoring fans cheering his name. Running was Octane's life, but now there was no one to run for.
This body allowed him to go faster than he ever could before. He used to top out at 26kph with stim, but now he was reaching speeds of 120kph and he was living for it. Even now, he was running down the train tracks. (It was a mostly clear area with straight lines, and the ground provided better traction than sand.) This body had to be trained for endurance, he couldn't go fast for that long and it was annoying as shit.
Octane's relationship with authority was... complicated. His parents had been too busy with Silva Pharma to give him any attention, his trust fund bought him coaches to train under, but the relationship was purely professional. A transaction until he got into the Apex Games, and that was where Octane had been truly free.
Caustic had been authoritative to him, by nature. Telling him where to sit and lay, but Octane hated getting orders in the arena, to a point of petulance that got him killed more than once. His relationship with the scientist was purely transactional, too. Caustic had no tenderness to love, but he made promises of adrenaline highs and death, and kept them.
Octane's eyes settled on the pair on the train tracks, bringing himself to a stop and panting through his running mask. Octane nearly automatically took a seat, small chitters and chirping leaving his throat as he caught his breath.
"Hola, amigos. What brings you to the tracks?"
This body allowed him to go faster than he ever could before. He used to top out at 26kph with stim, but now he was reaching speeds of 120kph and he was living for it. Even now, he was running down the train tracks. (It was a mostly clear area with straight lines, and the ground provided better traction than sand.) This body had to be trained for endurance, he couldn't go fast for that long and it was annoying as shit.
Octane's relationship with authority was... complicated. His parents had been too busy with Silva Pharma to give him any attention, his trust fund bought him coaches to train under, but the relationship was purely professional. A transaction until he got into the Apex Games, and that was where Octane had been truly free.
Caustic had been authoritative to him, by nature. Telling him where to sit and lay, but Octane hated getting orders in the arena, to a point of petulance that got him killed more than once. His relationship with the scientist was purely transactional, too. Caustic had no tenderness to love, but he made promises of adrenaline highs and death, and kept them.
Octane's eyes settled on the pair on the train tracks, bringing himself to a stop and panting through his running mask. Octane nearly automatically took a seat, small chitters and chirping leaving his throat as he caught his breath.
"Hola, amigos. What brings you to the tracks?"
![[Image: Tiny_Pixel_Octane.png]](https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/420775002091028481/716860912790929508/Tiny_Pixel_Octane.png){kind=tracking}
Run fast. Hit fast. Win fast.
( [color=black][b]✌ ━━━━━ octane / tanglewood / pixel by kinglykingstone )[/b]
( [color=black][b]✌ ━━━━━ octane / tanglewood / pixel by kinglykingstone )[/b]