03-04-2020, 06:58 PM
Caustic made a fair amount of moving when he moved around the camp, and that didn't bother him. It was his default state. The wolf walked slower than others (he wasn't training to keep up the the test subjects in the ring, so relaxation was allowed) his steps were lumbering and his shoulders moved up and down as he placed a firm paw in the ground. Walking was easier now, since Octavio had given him the prosthetic, but Caustic desired gloves or something to cover it. He hated everything about his form, from the way it ate, to the way it relieved itself, to its comfort with sleeping on the ground.
Fixing the portal maker was faced with obstacle after obstacle- Caustic attempting to hold and use tools, resourcing parts from the junkyard and trying to fix a 28th century object with parts from the 18th. The wolf had settled in rather well, otherwise. Food was more accessible here, he had an actual house, a basement to work in, and a vastly superior landscape. And, so far, Tanglewood had ignored him. Which was good in all manners, he didn't want someone like Aurum or Leroy to start poking around his home, asking questions. Where did you come from? What brought you to Tanglewood? What can you do for us? Meaningless and awful. Caustic needed them to stay out of his business. Fixing the portal maker was a task for him and him alone, and the last thing he needed was a lion with a justice virtue banging his basement door down. They didn't need to know anything about him. The wolf just wanted to fix the stupid thing and get out of here with Octavio.
Frustrations aside, he could pull himself away for a few minutes, just to grab something to eat. Caustic lumbered outside his home, making the beeline for the mess hall when he spotted Abathur and a few others. He stopped for a moment, staring with his hardened gaze focusing on the group. While he had sparing interactions with Tanglewood's members, Caustic could not deny his fondness for the spiders, (and there were two now! Delightful!) they were creatures of nightmares that the mad scientist felt a kinship with, and used some in the creation of his gas. Abathur seemed to be... gardening now. Alright, he'll bite.
The wolf approached closer now, and Caustic let his mouth open slightly, his gas flowing forth and framing the sides of his face. "Excuse me," He said, moving past a few of them to stand near the male spider, briefly glancing at the female one, then back at the ground. The scientist squared his shoulders and sat up when he felt he was close enough, standing adjacent to Abathur to lean over him and observe the work. He figured his walk would be enough to warn the spider of his presence. "Abathur, yes? What seeds have you planted into the soil?" Caustic's quarters back in the game had a few plants of his own, they were part of his work and he enjoyed their silent company. Their lives ever so delicately held in his hands as a bonus as well. He looked over his shoulder now, glancing at the few he pushed past, tail flicking at Aurum, and the dots above his eyes pulling together in confusion at the sight of Beck, but pushing away the curiosity as the ghost spoke. "do you have a collection of your own seeds?"
Fixing the portal maker was faced with obstacle after obstacle- Caustic attempting to hold and use tools, resourcing parts from the junkyard and trying to fix a 28th century object with parts from the 18th. The wolf had settled in rather well, otherwise. Food was more accessible here, he had an actual house, a basement to work in, and a vastly superior landscape. And, so far, Tanglewood had ignored him. Which was good in all manners, he didn't want someone like Aurum or Leroy to start poking around his home, asking questions. Where did you come from? What brought you to Tanglewood? What can you do for us? Meaningless and awful. Caustic needed them to stay out of his business. Fixing the portal maker was a task for him and him alone, and the last thing he needed was a lion with a justice virtue banging his basement door down. They didn't need to know anything about him. The wolf just wanted to fix the stupid thing and get out of here with Octavio.
Frustrations aside, he could pull himself away for a few minutes, just to grab something to eat. Caustic lumbered outside his home, making the beeline for the mess hall when he spotted Abathur and a few others. He stopped for a moment, staring with his hardened gaze focusing on the group. While he had sparing interactions with Tanglewood's members, Caustic could not deny his fondness for the spiders, (and there were two now! Delightful!) they were creatures of nightmares that the mad scientist felt a kinship with, and used some in the creation of his gas. Abathur seemed to be... gardening now. Alright, he'll bite.
The wolf approached closer now, and Caustic let his mouth open slightly, his gas flowing forth and framing the sides of his face. "Excuse me," He said, moving past a few of them to stand near the male spider, briefly glancing at the female one, then back at the ground. The scientist squared his shoulders and sat up when he felt he was close enough, standing adjacent to Abathur to lean over him and observe the work. He figured his walk would be enough to warn the spider of his presence. "Abathur, yes? What seeds have you planted into the soil?" Caustic's quarters back in the game had a few plants of his own, they were part of his work and he enjoyed their silent company. Their lives ever so delicately held in his hands as a bonus as well. He looked over his shoulder now, glancing at the few he pushed past, tail flicking at Aurum, and the dots above his eyes pulling together in confusion at the sight of Beck, but pushing away the curiosity as the ghost spoke. "do you have a collection of your own seeds?"
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