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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"Me? A cop?" Octane laughs in his chirping way, he was more of an anarchist than anything... didn't care about anything. He can feel his shoulders stiffen at her posture, Cheetah brain warning of an attack, then forcing himself to relax. "Can't do... what?" he questions, "Take.. care of the town? That's not my job," Octane doesn't like responsibilities, they kept him from having fun and being alive.

He can feel that weird swamp-witch lady coming up behind him, and his tail  flicks again. "What kind of drink? I want in."

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Original code by lexasperated / artwork by @R_HillPrime