go to hell [o, back]

[OCTANE.]

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

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The tremors in Tanglewood had been surprising, at the least. He was asleep when they came- the bright flash in the sky did not wake him up, but Caustic grabbing him and sending him to the floor did. Man, if only they lasted a little longer. They had huddled together as Caustic's house shook around them, objects falling to the floor.
It was kind of hot, honestly.
It took another day of checking that Caustic was gonna be alright before he started heading back. Not without getting a few hits, first. Getting Caustic to bite him was always a challenge, but man was it always worth it.

Man, holy shit. He missed a bit, huh?
Buzzed out and stupid, Octane trudged passed knocked over trees and broken huts, until he reached the destroyed state of his own home. "Oh. Huh." So... he'd need a new place then. He puts his paw to his chin, trying to devise where he would move to. Did he have anything important in there? Damn, this place looked fucked up. Wonder what happened.

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