LITTLE WHITE ROOM OF MINE // trying to walk

[OCTANE.]

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

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Octane has so many fucking cool scars as a human- all over his face and arms, and that wicked one Caustic gave him on his back. All of them were gone with this new body, but a few new ones were there from when he got attacked. The one across the back of his neck hurt every once in a while, and that bite should have killed him.

Octane's dumb brain revels in the memory of his own near-death experience, transferring his wounds to the nearby rabbit. Caustic was still asleep, so the daredevil was alone to reek havoc on Tanglewood. He watches Vigenere now, tilting his head as he observes. Probably an accident from the tremors?

"Dude, what happened to your leg?" Octane draws close now, metal feet slapping against the ground. "Take it from a guy with no legs- take it easy."

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Original code by lexasperated / artwork by @R_HillPrime