HAND ME MY SHOVEL, I'M GOING IN || RETURN

[OCTANE.]

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

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Octane, in his rush of life and general modius operadi, cranes his head back at the stench of fire. Fire is many things to the daredevil- its a promise of danger and the feeling of fire against his skin is akin to a warm thermite in his hands. It's a reminder, in someways, that he could still feel pain, as it burned his skin and boiled his blood.
It's a reminder he is alive and the death soon to follow.
He approaches now, disappointed there is no fire and just some weird fuckin' dog. "Hey uh..." he chirps in his chuckle, "Ya lookin' for somethin', amigo?" Octane's teeth bare in his strange way of attempting to snicker, "You're uh... weird dog. What are you?"

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Original code by lexasperated / artwork by @R_HillPrime