Your Next Champion

     ❝ ah, i see… i believe the proper expression is drowning your emotions when in regards to alcohol. ❞

     ❝ it’s possible to bottle them…? i was unaware that you could put intangible emotions into containers. ❞

❝ Yeah, you know... ❞

[txt] Oh? So what were your findings?

[txt] Their arboreal abilities are incredible. I definitely don’t recommend testing it with yourself, though.

     “That’s boring.”

Booo. Who puts in a giant hole in the middle of the city and just makes it ‘okay’?

❝ That’s what I’ve been saying! ❞ 

Light crept into the engineer’s room through the slightly open blinds of her window. She groaned audibly, mostly in irritation that it was already morning. Although she was such a cheery person, she definitely wasn’t a morning one. She rubbed her eyes, pouting over the fact she had to get up. She always egged her dad on to go to bed the nights where he would stay up late, inventing the next best thing. However, she’d stay up late all the time, as she did last night. As for the reason… well, it wasn’t a pleasant one. Hopefully a cold shower would give her the jolt she needed.

 Wattson chuckled to herself. She’ll have to try that one next time she’s in the arena. 

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After a shower and some pep talks to herself, she was charged and ready to go! The engineer faced the elevator door on her floor, twiddling her fingers and humming to herself. Wow… these things take forever. The sound of elevator doors opening snapped her out of her brief trance as she stepped inside. What she would see next would shock her. Steel legs, green goggles, and a whole lot of energy.

“Mon dieu! Octane! You live here too?” 

The surprise nearly knocked the engineer off her feet. The elevator doors shut, as Wattson inquired further, unable to hide the grin plastered on her face.

“Non, I should be asking you that question!”

With a shrug in response to her question, Octane plopped one elbow on Watson’s shoulder to use her as an arm rest as they again started their descent at the excruciatingly slow pace of the elevator’s top speed.  ❝ I’ve been here for weeks. No, it hasn’t gotten any more exciting, except that one time the city got attacked and almost fell apart. ❞

Only halfway down, he already started fidgeting. Rubbing the back of his neck, flexing his fingers, tapping his foot. Were confined spaces always this awkward? The drop ship never felt like this.

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“… Okay ‘nade I can approve cuz BOOM. but the rest is… Weird.”

❝ Who’s got time to sit in a kitchen anyway? Wrap that shit around a grenade and KABOOM!  ¡Jajaja! Might be in pieces, but it’ll probably be cooked. ❞

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❝Gee, thanks.❞ He’d like to think he’s worth more than being ‘a little less boring’ but is he really going to try and convince this guy that he can be exciting? No, not really. It’s not like Octavio is gonna be around for long. What’s the point of trying to make someone think he’s ‘cool’ when that someone is obviously about to die from a horrific arson ‘accident’?

They clearly both have a different understanding of what entertainment is. This guy thinks fun is cheap thrills and performing obnoxiously destructive stunts while Dabi, on the other hand, thinks it’s having a front-row seat to a display of burning bodies. But Octavio is also the only tolerable guy he knows here— not counting Masaki, his meal ticket. 

❝I’m assuming people just screw a lot considering there’s not much to do around here.❞ He sighs with a shrug of his own. ❝But I’m sure watching a guy do dumbass stunts is better entertainment than getting laid, huh?❞

Octavio was almost insulted that Dabi didn’t seem to understand what a massive compliment he just gave. He could count on one hand the number of people he thought were less boring. Everyone else was just in the way. 

❝ ¡Jaja--Duh! ❞ Flipping around, he walked backwards, folding his arms with the lid behind his head and facing Dabi to keep talking. ❝ A good fuck, like a really good one, only takes what--five minutes at most? They’re probably dying for something else. So, I’m here to give them a show! ❞

Walking backwards meant that he wasn’t watching street signs. He wasn’t paying attention to the warnings about the cliff, or the fact that the road didn’t go this far. He only stopped when he felt his weight buckle as his heel hit the edge of the earth. He scrambled forward, away from the chasm, laughing about the near-accident he just had. Peering across the space to the other side, he was starting to understand that, perhaps this canyon was wider than it looked from his apartment window. He shifted his weight and flexed his fingers, thinking.

Bloodhound on the other hand, has no idea why Octane would think that they wouldn’t be friendly, or civil. In truth, the hunter had no problems with any of the other legends. Even Revenant, easily the worst of them all, was but a minor, rude inconvenience that they still acted civilly around. It was for the best - after all, you never knew who would be your teammate in the games.

“…you are going to wake the large beasts in the lake? Rise them from their slumber for your games?”

Bloodhound quirks a brow under their mask, frowning…they knew that Octane wasn’t one for inactivity, but that seemed like he was pushing it. The beasts were doing nothing but resting, living their lives…it was uncalled for. They grunt a bit as Octane throws his arm around them, and take a couple of steps. following along. The angle was odd, seeing as Octane was shorter than them.

If anything, they could prevent him from waking them once they got there. Even if they were curious to see what kind of wildlife resided in Spirale. 

“I would not say bored, I am occupied in exploring this place…if you wish to see the beasts, surely there is a better way to wake them than. Explosives.”

❝ Uh...yeah? ❞ Did he stutter? The two legends had been reunited for only a few minutes and already Bloodhound was harshing his vibe. He sighed. A great, exaggerated gesture that tipped his head back to emphasize his point.  ❝ Well, I already tried just swimming around, but there’s these little turtle people that apparently don’t like that. So, I had to think of something I could do from the shore. I thought about loud music, but music doesn’t stay loud under water. So: explosives. Duh! ❞

Octane thought Bloodhound was smarter than that. If there was another way, don’t they think Octane would have tried it by now? Absolutely not! Go hard or go home, and since he couldn’t go home, he’d have to go hard. 

The mist that rolled off the lake gave the entire situation a foreboding undertone. The “what could possibly go wrong” feeling before something went horribly sideways. Octane didn’t like the way it chilled the air and he gave a full-body shiver before gesturing at the surface of the water.