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@deathchasing : DAZE ใscenario starters
A delicate pull of the sheets here, a careful tuck there. Programming didn't account for ways to tie someone up securely, just experience, but he'd never done it with bedsheets before, surprisingly enough. He had no way to tell if what he had done would work at all until halfsuit woke and tried to MOVE.
He had used the Legend's own unconscious stirrings in combination with the sheets to see just how thoroughly entangled Silva could manage to get in his sleep.
Now, it looked like he was starting to wake, where he would find the beast clung to the ceiling overhead, skull turned like an owl's to regard the bed below, twin moons STARING through the dark.
Octane dreamed of rabbits.
Their soft white coats shone in the moonlight as bright as the stars in the night sky above the endless field they frolicked in. Tiny paws and wriggling noses scuffled gingerly through the grass in an endless, hungry search, so preoccupied with their tireless pursuit that the shadow crawling over the moon went unnoticed until its light was entirely snuffed out. All at once, the foraging mass scattered, save for two, who froze and cowered, fixated by the mass of growing dark as if it were a net that had pinned them. The abyss grew and grew, enveloping everything it touched, and when all was black, the two terrified stragglers curled tightly into themselves, becoming almost sphere-like, still so bright in shadowโ
The world came into focus. Those were not rabbits.
Instinct kicked Octane's body into action far before his brain. He scrambled to propel himself from the bed before realizing his limbs were largely incapacitated, then flailed, failing to understand how this made his predicament even worse, until he was so twisted up in the sheets he was forced to confront his racing thoughts with the reality that had finally caught up with him. At this point his upper body draped halfway over the side of the bed, arms twisted up over and behind him, his prostheticsโ which he must have fallen asleep in againโ still anchoring him somehow to the center of the mattress.
Bare flanks heaving and pulse in a panic, he blinked blearily up at the spectre observing from above.
"โHuh?"
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โ Octane has a pet cat. Navi was probably the last animal he ever had. He doesn't have the time, commitment, or capacity for responsibility for a living thing and I think he knows that by now. He just got lucky with the world's bravest and most unfazed rabbit.
Fun anecdote though, when I first started writing him years ago and we knew way less about him, he had a scrungly cat named Mango that lived in his dorms for the Games.
โ Octane is not good with social cues. He plays dumb but I think he's gotten quite good at reading emotional cues/body language, mostly because he grew up with an abusive parent who could snap at a moment's notice and did not communicate whatsoever. He's also probably had to weather out his fair share of stiff, ritzy social events where people also don't explicitly say what they mean, or rely on implications and subtext, and considering his penchant for manipulation, I think he understands a lot more of it than he lets on. Even if you don't call him stupid out loud he can tell you're thinking it.
โ It would not take much for Octane to turn evil. I've dug into this before, but basically I do think Octane has a great potential for evil that has been thoroughly quashed by the good people in his life. Additionally he's so terrified of becoming as awful as his dadpa, it's very unlikely at this point that he'd do some "evil" thing he couldn't come back from. โ Octane stole a lollipop at the checkout when they were 5 and they still feel guilty about it. I do think Octane is one of those people who feels bad about things he doesn't need to feel bad about, mostly due to the above, but I don't think stealing a lollipop at five years old is really on his list of priority things to guilt himself with. :') โ Octane is a bottom. CORRECT.
โ Octane had an emo phase. I doubt it. He wallows but it's more of an angry flavor of brooding than a sad one. In terms of like, his high school stereotype or aesthetic I guess, he was probably somewhere between jock and skater with a splash of grungecore and punk thrown in.
โ Octane is smart but also very stupid. It's hard to elaborate on this without writing multiple paragraphs but if you know Octane, you know this to be true.
โ Octane is awful with kids. He's great with kids! They have endless energy and weird little alien goblin brains and so does he!
โ Octane sucks at saying tongue twisters. This man moves at a million miles a minute. He fires off a tongue twister ten times in a row and then laughs at you for being too slow.
โ Octane can beat you up if deserved. I mean, he probably could if he really had to, but he's not exactly a melee build lol. Octane trying to beat you up probably feels like getting slapped by a pair of wet noodles because he has comparatively no upper arm strength. He could probably give you a good bruising with his fancy metal legs, but again, he's made for speed and dexterity. He'd be better off telling one of his cool Legend pals to beat you up instead - but I don't think he'd tell anyone to beat someone up on his behalf.
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I fear Octane would be the kind of guy to use AI for art, think it looks REALLY cool, then would go and show it to Seer who firmly but gently lectures him on why what he's done is distasteful and offensive. And maybe Octane wouldn't 100% understand (though I think Obi would probably find a pretty good comparison/metaphor that would make sense to him), he would probably never do it again just by virtue of never wanting to sit through that speech ever again.
That's what he would say out loud anyway. He'd probably feel pretty bad about disappointing Obi too. :')

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Himbo Stupid
You're just an all around kind person who's a little too gullible. You are knowledgeable on weirdly specific trivia but a lot of common knowledge seems to have slipped you. You probably aren't the best at math but by god can you fix a flat tire. Everyone remembers you as a friendly person, you just might need to brush up on your reading comprehension again
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Silva fell very still and quiet.
Reminded him of a a faun lying motionless in the grass, praying to go unnoticed. Optics couldn't help fixing on him, golden glow swiveling wider, brighter. Followed the reach of his hand for a passing drink.
His frame gave a short JERK, a subtle couple of twitches in the neck and shoulder. Smothering an instinctive pursuit of PREY. The feeling made him suddenly restless. He might have grabbed a drink, too, if it would have done him any good.
He couldn't give an inch toward following after Octane, so with another twitch, he forced his chassis to turn the other way, started stalking the edges of the room again. But it wasn't long before the simulacrum slipped OUT for some air - only to remember the bite of the cold against his metal. Shivering once with a growl, he moved silent around the building's perimeter. By the time he reached the patio, the cold had sobered some of his restlessness; he was able to lean by the doors and watch halfsuit without the urge to hunt him down.
Revenant hadn't followed him, it seemed. Octane wasn't sure whether he should be relieved or disappointed; while the space it afforded him was just enough to begin to still his heart and stifle the burning impulse to take off racing in the wind, their absence brought him only an emptiness infinitely more pressing. With another frustrated sigh, he'd resigned to head back inside, turning for the patio doors when he met with the glow of the sim's predatory gaze looming from the void of moon-shadow. He startled with a yelp, emptied champagne glass shattering across tile.
Contrary to his best efforts, this time of year continued to throw him off his game; normally he could practically feel when Revenant's presence stalked into a room, a cloud passing over the sun. He mustโve come from a different exit and slinked around the buildingโs outside perimeter.
Octane glared, annoyedโ mostly with himselfโ and toed the fresh shards of glass out of the way with one metal foot.
โBored already? Not like you to leave a party without making someone cry.โ
assignment of celestial identity.
asteroid
you are on the fast track of life, my friend. everywhere you go, you leave fires in your wake. you know how to spark conversation, stoke ideas, ignite long-lost passions. youโre not content with the way things are and are more interested in what they could be. you have so much you want to say and do. your worst fear is being stagnant. instead, youโre willing to brave the unknown in search of something that satisfies you. youโre ambitious and unafraid to go after exactly what you want. you are Newtonโs unstoppable force, barreling forward and blasting through whatever obstacles you may encounter. when thereโs no path you make your ownโblazing a trail for others to follow. you are good at addressing issues head-on. no sense in sugarcoating or beating around the bush. youโre the one willing to wrangle the ugly truth and drag it out into the open. your boldness is something rarely found and appreciated by many. sometimes your one-track mind might lead to you developing tunnel vision. donโt forget to open your mind to the possibilities. life has so much to offer and you might miss out if you donโt give it a fair shot. some might see you as abrasive and too set in your ways. others will most likely admire you for your honesty and straightforwardness. others still are made uncomfortable by your unyielding heat. despite how youโre perceived, ultimately, youโre still you: passionate, direct, and dedicated. you donโt do things halfwayโonce committed, you follow things through to fruition even if you do get a little impatient. you are movement and boundless ambition. rough edges and fire. racing thoughts your mouth canโt keep up with and impulsive decisions. you make people want more. crave better. you are probably independent and find it hard to ask for help. remember to be kind to yourself and donโt burn yourself up in the process of trying to achieve your goals. known fact: youโre never truly alone in this life.
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๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐จ๐๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐?
Always has a faint chemical smell, kind of like the sterility of a hospital room. Otherwise a mix of sweat, sand, wind, and woodsmoke. Basically smells like he's been running around outdoors rain or shine and chances are likely that's exactly what he's been doing.
๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐จ๐๐ญ๐๐ง ๐๐จ๐๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐๐ญ๐ก๐/๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ๐๐ซ?
Honestly I think he and all the Legends probably shower more than you'd think, primarily because there's no way these people aren't getting covered in mud and blood and grime daily in the Games. That being said, you'd really have to twist his arm to get him to take a bath. And then also keep him IN it. On non-Games days though he probably doesn't even think about hopping in the shower, let alone going home and trying to sleep. He keeps antibacterial wipes on hand though for his residual limbs and prosthetic sockets because I reckon Ajay scared him with horror stories of what happens when you don't keep that shit clean. "Yuh NEVER gonna run again, O!"
๐๐จ๐๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ง๐ฒ ๐ญ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐จ๐จ๐ฌ/๐ฉ๐ข๐๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ?
I think he probably had a lot more piercings when he was younger but quickly learned his reckless lifestyle did not really accommodate them - canonically he had a nose piercing that got ripped out somehow and I think that's pretty telling lol. I hc he still has a tongue piercing though! And obv has tattoos.
๐๐ง๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ/๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ซ๐ค๐ฌ?
He's a wiggly guy. Constantly bouncing on his feet or fidgeting, and even at his stillest he's got a latent tremor that makes him look astoundingly like a nervous rabbit. A limb or his head might give an occasional subtle twitch from stim overusage as well. If left to his own devices or given nothing to do, he's compelled to find something destructive to do with his hands, often idly scratching at his cuticles or picking threads out of his clothes.
And this is just when he's idle! He's very animated when he speaks, uses essentially his whole body to gesture and emphasize. He likes to move. So when he's still, something is amiss, or he's not all there.
๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ข๐ง?
Most of the time it's so hard for him to sleep he ends up succumbing to exhaustion in whatever clothes he has on at the time. At one or multiple points he'll wake up and blearily throw off random articles of clothing and his prosthetics.
๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญโ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ ๐๐๐ฏ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ?
I don't think he ascribes much value to any single piece of clothing really, but he does have an affinity for crop tops. He kind of just likes whatever looks "cool" or "kickass," definitely prefers an edge to his style, often with a side of "cute" (see: all his shark and rabbit motifs lol)
๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฒ ๐๐จ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐๐ค๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ?
Socket and residual limb cleaning, brushes his teeth while he paces and scrolls his phone, probably grabs something quick, easy, and portable for breakfast like a poptart, and heads out the door.
๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฉ? ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง?
He's an extremely light sleeper-- startled awake by the slightest of sudden noises-- until he's truly, fully asleep. It's probably the stillest he'll ever get, but even then, he flops around like a fish out of water, tosses and turns; sometimes he curls up, sometimes he sprawls. He has fallen out of the bed more than once with the entire sheet tangled up in his limbs.
๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ ๐ก๐๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐?
He's got hands on the thinner side with long fingers, but they're rough and crisscrossed with scars of varying degree, namely from practicing knife tricks. He also runs hot - his hands are very warm!
๐ข๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ, ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐?
Probably a combination of sweet energy drink (or liquor, or both), a subtle chemical tinge from all the stim, and at any given moment at least a little blood.
Golden glow flicked for the other Legend's eyes, quick enough to border on a warning. Like he was warier now of any questions turned around on him. But then he watched the gleam of holiday lights caught along the length of the balisong again, thinking.
"... A new knife needs breaking in," Revenant said. Low and QUIET.
He had kept a collection, in his former life. There had been no need now, with 10 of them literally on hand at any given moment... and his scythe besides. But he had appreciated the maintenance routines of all his weapons once, and reminiscing on the memories each of them carried, painted in rich, heady SCARLET.
"I like to think of its first taste of blood... like a birthday."
Octane's lively demeanor fell remarkably still as a sudden cascade of feelingsโ none of which he could put a name to, not a single oneโ ran hot and cold through his veins all at once. It was a moment before his restless tremble faded back in, albeit much more slowly, like the fading ring after a detonated grenade. His eyes only moved again when a waiter passed by with a tray stacked with flutes of champagne.
"I gottaโ" he murmured brokenly, before whisking one away and making a beeline for the patio outside.
He couldn't even hope to articulate the cognitive dissonance of being desperately magnetized to a killer who'd murdered his only family. A birthday present, indeed.
The frosty winter atmosphere up above Olympus was like a slap in the face, but it still wasn't enough to repel whatever had gotten its claws in him. He downed his glass in one go and breathed out hard, the air a fog at his lips as he looked across the manicured meadows of the arena, its frosted grass like a million sharp white blades in the clear moonlight. Teeth, closing in on him. Nowhere to run.
Do you wanna fall? Hold my hand Why d'you wanna talk? Just run fast
The question took him off guard, enough to give him pause. Enough that he didn't think of his answer as an admission before it had left his vocoder. "... Yes, but..." Catching himself, belatedly. Resolving to continue like he hadn't said anything, his gaze falling to the knife as Octane's did.
What Silva had said hadn't surprised him, exactly. He was becoming familiar with the daredevil's nature. It just wasn't what he had expected to hear; most skinbags didn't talk about being PIERCED or CUT OPEN that way, after all. Least of all so openly.
Revenant scoffed. "That knife should be sharp enough to cut into a person like half-melted butter," he half purred. Assuring, "It'll be as quick and easy as you want it to be..." The glow of his gaze flitting again to where he'd seen the thin, clean cuts on halfsuit's hand.
A smug smile quirked at the corner of his mouth. After all of Revenantโs talk of how predictable Octane was, it was always satisfying to catch him off his game, even if his response was of no consequence.
He watched the simโs optics drift again to where heโd covered the evidence of the bladeโs bite. One this elegant was better off in the hands of someone who could utilize the beauty of it. He wasn't sure he fit that criteria. He didn't have the patience or the desire to afford someone a slow death - he wanted that privilege all to himself. Which begged the question, once more, why Revenant had gifted the knife to him to begin with. Would it not be more appropriate in the hands of a killer?
Octane eyed the trench knives at either side of Revenant's chest and supposed a balisong vastly paled in comparison. Couldnโt help but remember when that glass bottle had shattered where heโd fallen, the way Revenant had grasped tight at his bloodied arm, littered with glass, and watched him squirm. It made him shiver. Itchy. Itchy.
It slid out of him unbidden: "How quick would you make it?"
which subtle way of saying "i love you" are you?
"i'll wait for you."
you're a restless person, always moving from one place to another, perpetually occupied with something or other. people call you impatient. hell, you might even call yourself impatient! and that's fine, that's just who you are. but you'll wait for some people. you'd sit down and wait for them if they needed you to, and the first time you do, the first time you show them you'll stretch your limited patience to something limitless for them if they need it, it feels almost like a confession. you might not be very patient with the world, but there are exceptions you're more than willing to make. you're so good at making people feel like they're not a burden.
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Octane gives me major rabbit energy๐ค
I really Need some interaction from caustic and octane