04-08-2020, 05:18 PM
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Original code by lexasperated / artwork by quibbs, commissioned by dangerjunkie
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CAUSTIC AND OCTANE
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[/td][/tr][/table]Caustic shoves him off, sending Octavio into the sand. He watches the other grab a nearby stick to poke at the flames. The wolf keeps Octavio in his peripherals as others approach, and then even more.
He shouldn't be surprised. The groups never had much going on, outside of the intermingling of their personal life and basic survival. This bonfire may as well be equivalent to a fireworks display, and with Octavio around it could very quickly turn into one. He would have thrown an explosive in for fun.
Caustic can feel the flames warm his fur, and takes a step back to distance himself. He could surmise that the Typhoon was unknown to severe cold weather, so warm 24C air would have little to benefit from a bonfire.
Michael was the first to approach. Caustic's head raises to look at the bobcat, the dots furrowing into his customary frown. He wonders, briefly, how Michael got here and why he was here. After their discussion on Valentines, he seemingly disappeared. Granted, Caustic ran away from the Pitt too, but the group wasn't fit for him and worsened his health. He trusts, though, Michael is smart enough to keep his mouth shut, so he greets him regardless. "I suppose so, there shouldn't be any issue. Octavio desired to do something," he raises a paw, the one with the metal toes, and flexes it. It's an attempt to make air quotes, but doesn't come off easy, "Fun."
More approach, and Caustic feels his ears and tail raise. The next two to arrive catch his attention, if only for their strange forms. At the third, a young cub, Caustic's fur raises, brow pulling back, then refocusing onto him. The wolf's eyes scan over, noting his burn marks. He sucks in a breath, a familiar heat stretching over his back and in splotches over his body. He was familiar with burns, and while his murder-arson had been a perfect, beautiful crime, it left minus two fingers and his human skin injured to the end of time. He lets his attention turn away from the boy, electing not to ask.
Caustic's face loses all frown as the dragon approaches, twisting into confusion then neutrality. Perhaps, this creature was the weirdest of them he's seen. He wonders what its blood is like, how much was candy over reptilian. The offer... sounds nice, and in an effort to seem friendly, he accepts. "I would like one, if you don't mind."
The last to approach, another cub. Caustic stands as he watches the cub attempt to barrel into the silent one- a sibling, he presumes. He takes a step towards them, glancing between them, Michael, and the raging fire nearby. His fur raises, toes sinking in a ready stance to grab one of them if something went wrong. "Hey now, be careful. You two wouldn't want to fall in the fire," such an event would turn an otherwise pleasant evening into a disaster.
[/td]He shouldn't be surprised. The groups never had much going on, outside of the intermingling of their personal life and basic survival. This bonfire may as well be equivalent to a fireworks display, and with Octavio around it could very quickly turn into one. He would have thrown an explosive in for fun.
Caustic can feel the flames warm his fur, and takes a step back to distance himself. He could surmise that the Typhoon was unknown to severe cold weather, so warm 24C air would have little to benefit from a bonfire.
Michael was the first to approach. Caustic's head raises to look at the bobcat, the dots furrowing into his customary frown. He wonders, briefly, how Michael got here and why he was here. After their discussion on Valentines, he seemingly disappeared. Granted, Caustic ran away from the Pitt too, but the group wasn't fit for him and worsened his health. He trusts, though, Michael is smart enough to keep his mouth shut, so he greets him regardless. "I suppose so, there shouldn't be any issue. Octavio desired to do something," he raises a paw, the one with the metal toes, and flexes it. It's an attempt to make air quotes, but doesn't come off easy, "Fun."
More approach, and Caustic feels his ears and tail raise. The next two to arrive catch his attention, if only for their strange forms. At the third, a young cub, Caustic's fur raises, brow pulling back, then refocusing onto him. The wolf's eyes scan over, noting his burn marks. He sucks in a breath, a familiar heat stretching over his back and in splotches over his body. He was familiar with burns, and while his murder-arson had been a perfect, beautiful crime, it left minus two fingers and his human skin injured to the end of time. He lets his attention turn away from the boy, electing not to ask.
Caustic's face loses all frown as the dragon approaches, twisting into confusion then neutrality. Perhaps, this creature was the weirdest of them he's seen. He wonders what its blood is like, how much was candy over reptilian. The offer... sounds nice, and in an effort to seem friendly, he accepts. "I would like one, if you don't mind."
The last to approach, another cub. Caustic stands as he watches the cub attempt to barrel into the silent one- a sibling, he presumes. He takes a step towards them, glancing between them, Michael, and the raging fire nearby. His fur raises, toes sinking in a ready stance to grab one of them if something went wrong. "Hey now, be careful. You two wouldn't want to fall in the fire," such an event would turn an otherwise pleasant evening into a disaster.
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Octane is shoved off like clothing, falling to the sand in a heap of limbs. It takes a moment for him to stand, rolling onto his stomach and bunching his legs, trying to get a good hold. His front raises with ease, but his back sinks in and his feet stab into sand. They're pulled out in a quick motion, kicking up the ground and resettling. His skin prickles and raises as he feels Caustic's gaze upon him, watching with laser focus. Octane moves, reaching out to grab the nearby stick with his paw, pauses, then picks it up with his mouth, poking the center of the flames. He holds the stick inside, watching the end turn more and more blacken with the flames.
Octane glances up as people soon start to approach, taking the stick out and dropping it in the sand. He gives Michael a brief smile, then turns his gaze to a damp Raiden. Sea water assaults his nose, glancing the other up and down. His grin is wide as he chirps, "Yeah! All my idea!" a paw raises to his chin, manic look coming through his gaze as he stares into the flames. "I wonder how big I can get it..." A round of chirps leave him, waving his paw in a gesture, "Yeah! Come sit!"
His refocus on the flames is only distracted by the approaching dinosaur, head rambling as he tried to remember the name. Wasn't that the guy who hurt himself the other day? Hmmm, "It's a bonfire, my bonfire," He would have clapped his hands together and spread his arms in a cheer, but his second paw leaving the ground was enough to remind him that he could not stand on two legs alone. "Fuego de Octane! Patent pending," more chirps leave him in a round of laughter. "It's just for fun, Amigo."
Having people around was nice- drawing them here with fire fucking worked and he made note of it for the future. Man, what else could he do to make them show up? Jump off something? Kill something? Hmm...
Octane lets more approach, glancing over Ty and the feline that followed. She didn't say anything either, but he gives a cheeky wave and a smile, paw resting on the stick again. "Hey there, welcome to Fuego de Octane, kick back and relax~" He was making a show of himself, huh?
Oh! That must be one of the new people! Octane's brain short-circuits for a moment, letting the dragon process in his head and flicking his tail back and forth. He registers that the questions he had could come off as rude- why were you born like that, etc. He elects to keep his mouth shut on the more harsh versions of his questions. "Smore's? Si, si, si!" He giggles, he hasn't had something besides meat in so long- he glances over at Caustic, who's face softened into a neutral state.
Damn. That's the closest he's seen Caustic to happy in weeks.
[/td][/tr][/table]Octane glances up as people soon start to approach, taking the stick out and dropping it in the sand. He gives Michael a brief smile, then turns his gaze to a damp Raiden. Sea water assaults his nose, glancing the other up and down. His grin is wide as he chirps, "Yeah! All my idea!" a paw raises to his chin, manic look coming through his gaze as he stares into the flames. "I wonder how big I can get it..." A round of chirps leave him, waving his paw in a gesture, "Yeah! Come sit!"
His refocus on the flames is only distracted by the approaching dinosaur, head rambling as he tried to remember the name. Wasn't that the guy who hurt himself the other day? Hmmm, "It's a bonfire, my bonfire," He would have clapped his hands together and spread his arms in a cheer, but his second paw leaving the ground was enough to remind him that he could not stand on two legs alone. "Fuego de Octane! Patent pending," more chirps leave him in a round of laughter. "It's just for fun, Amigo."
Having people around was nice- drawing them here with fire fucking worked and he made note of it for the future. Man, what else could he do to make them show up? Jump off something? Kill something? Hmm...
Octane lets more approach, glancing over Ty and the feline that followed. She didn't say anything either, but he gives a cheeky wave and a smile, paw resting on the stick again. "Hey there, welcome to Fuego de Octane, kick back and relax~" He was making a show of himself, huh?
Oh! That must be one of the new people! Octane's brain short-circuits for a moment, letting the dragon process in his head and flicking his tail back and forth. He registers that the questions he had could come off as rude- why were you born like that, etc. He elects to keep his mouth shut on the more harsh versions of his questions. "Smore's? Si, si, si!" He giggles, he hasn't had something besides meat in so long- he glances over at Caustic, who's face softened into a neutral state.
Damn. That's the closest he's seen Caustic to happy in weeks.
Original code by lexasperated / artwork by quibbs, commissioned by dangerjunkie