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CAUSTIC AND OCTANE
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[/td][/tr][/table]They could smell the sea salt, first. It was a scent that still lingered to Octavio's pelt, between Tanglewood's swamp and Caustic's lingering coffee scent. It was something they didn't want to acknowledge- with their heightened senses, they could pick up these things about the other. Caustic's gas carried an aroma of almonds and coffee, and Octane's general lack of care left him with some scent of copper and iron. It'd rubbed off on each other.
Caustic cringes at the thought- it represented some form of closeness that he would rather not acknowledge at all. The wolf watches as Octane catches the scent now, too, and Caustic studies for his reaction.
So he had uh.... kinda left on a sour note. Octane kind of just stole a bunch of their wack ass juice, grabbed his shit, and left. He fucking hated sand and trying to help them out... was there a nice way to put it? Didn't want to. It wasn't... he hums, trying to think it over. Why did he leave? He just... got bored, perhaps? There was only so many times he could run laps around the Typhoon before he wanted to smash his head in. Ugh, but now one of them was here... Octane doesn't want to be reminded.
The wolf is already pulling him away, though, because it's Caustic's job now. What a loser, having responsibilities.
Caustic comes from the surroundings now, Octane at his heels, gas puffing from his face with each breath. The wad of mud is already midair when he glances away from its arc to the subject in question. "I don't believe we've met," or if they did, he didn't care to remember. "I am Dr. Caustic, Guardsman," he hates this, but now he has to do this. Joiners were trivial and never worth his time, but courtesy is a requirement.
"Hi Roxie! What are you doing here? Hermana, I thought this place a little too gross for you?" at least, that's what he says before he can truly think it over. Didn't Roxie seem more like the clean type or something? Octane tries to rack his brain- wasn't she like? His face furrows into confusion beneath his mask and goggles.
"Regardless, as the others said, Aurum has departed us," one less person to subjugate him for continuing his scientific achievements, he thinks. "And you are... Roxie, it seems. Why are you interested in a dual-alliance?"
// written at 4AM let me know if I need to clear anything up!
[/td]Caustic cringes at the thought- it represented some form of closeness that he would rather not acknowledge at all. The wolf watches as Octane catches the scent now, too, and Caustic studies for his reaction.
So he had uh.... kinda left on a sour note. Octane kind of just stole a bunch of their wack ass juice, grabbed his shit, and left. He fucking hated sand and trying to help them out... was there a nice way to put it? Didn't want to. It wasn't... he hums, trying to think it over. Why did he leave? He just... got bored, perhaps? There was only so many times he could run laps around the Typhoon before he wanted to smash his head in. Ugh, but now one of them was here... Octane doesn't want to be reminded.
The wolf is already pulling him away, though, because it's Caustic's job now. What a loser, having responsibilities.
Caustic comes from the surroundings now, Octane at his heels, gas puffing from his face with each breath. The wad of mud is already midair when he glances away from its arc to the subject in question. "I don't believe we've met," or if they did, he didn't care to remember. "I am Dr. Caustic, Guardsman," he hates this, but now he has to do this. Joiners were trivial and never worth his time, but courtesy is a requirement.
"Hi Roxie! What are you doing here? Hermana, I thought this place a little too gross for you?" at least, that's what he says before he can truly think it over. Didn't Roxie seem more like the clean type or something? Octane tries to rack his brain- wasn't she like? His face furrows into confusion beneath his mask and goggles.
"Regardless, as the others said, Aurum has departed us," one less person to subjugate him for continuing his scientific achievements, he thinks. "And you are... Roxie, it seems. Why are you interested in a dual-alliance?"
// written at 4AM let me know if I need to clear anything up!
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Original code by lexasperated / artwork by quibbs, commissioned by dangerjunkie