dramophone — joining

[OCTANE.]

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OCTANE

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

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If you got him talking, Octane would very quickly dump information about his former self. He'd have maladaptive daydreaming about it, how awkward it probably was to unload all that info now. He could play it out in his head "Yes, I was in a bloodsport. I'm an Apex Legend! I've killed so many people dude like you not believe- hey wait where are you going-" And then they would leave and Octane would repeat the process with someone else. No one wanted to go to the daring extremes he would, ever, only Caustic would meet his level of danger... on a good day.
He skids to a stop now, rolling in his chaotic way per usual, kicking up sand. The approach was always stranger- what was he supposed to add? He looks over the others, taking account of each there, and looking at the... what is that? Some kind of dog? His eyes squint behind his mask as his jaw opens slightly, trying to think. Octane steps forward, coming near Ahab and looking at them.
"Hey uh, if you don't mind me askin' amigo, what are you? I've never seen a dog like you before."

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