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It was a hot day in Octo Canyon. Sweltering, really- not a single cloud in sight. Disappointingly, the pure, light blue sky foreshadowed full sun for at least a few hours- probably the rest of the day. But all this was common, and the Canyon itself was red, rocky and dry as a result.
This was arguably, along with the need to maximize space, why the Octarians had set up shop underground. No one wanted death by sun-roasting, so “beat the heat” was the tune everyone played to. Even if some of them had to beat the heat far away from other Octarians.
This was Yorosuke’s case. The secluded cave that he had found years ago was formerly a complex of some sort for the Octarian military, he figured, but it had been completely abandoned. Abandoned in a haste, apparently. All of the old tools and stuff were still there. With time, he came to trust that none of the stuff was actually dangerous, and could be found tinkering around most of the time.
Specifically today, he was working on a pair of weaponized gloves. He hadn’t thought of a name for the invention, but that hardly stopped the Octoling from sitting on a tall stool in his octopus form, using four different tools all at once to work on the gear. Weapon? Weapon-gear....















