BIG BRIGHT BEAUTIFUL WORLD;; open - joining

[OCTANE.]

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OCTAVIO SILVA
High-Speed Daredevil
AFRICAN CHEETAH
TYPHOON
"Ooh, sick death, dude!"

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Octane hated flyers. Or, things that could fly for that matter. It was like they were taunting him, pointing and laughing at his metal legs and covering more ground then he could hope to. That stupid robot pathfinder was able to keep up with him sometimes, and that always meant Octane had to be better, faster, faster, faster.

He hated that species of flyers, too. They picked him up and carried him away one time- not fun! There was even further issue, how Octane envied them. The world was on a whole different plane of reality in the air. Wingsuits were the closest he ever got- he couldn't pass the test or a medical for a pilot license. Too fucking boring anyways.

Maybe he should move his hut somewhere else- the sand was so stupid. It got in his legs and just... didn't vibe with his legs. Was sand capable of committing a hate crime? He chuckles at the thought.
All these thoughts come to some fruition as he sees the (objectively normal) stranger kitty-kat and then some other familiar faces. Okay? He was out on a run. Not be weird. Say hi- "Hey Amigo, you got some weird wings! Are they yours? Why are they so tiny?" Fuck.

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Original code by lexasperated / artwork by @R_HillPrime