RE-RE-REMIX

DJ OCTAVIO affliated with citta alveare Rank: Veteran Sinner Housing: District Alpha Abilities: Human form, 10 min per use Weapon: Octoshot

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heliatlus:

“Pff…”

“Pfffhahaha!”

Oh, dear. Your one horrible, deep-rooted weakness – cheesy puns. You stand there and laugh like a fool until you catch your breath. The flowers sway around as if giggling, themselves.

“Gosh, I’m… I’m sorry,” keep breathing, “that was so good. Since we’re in the park, there are trees everywhere, it… ahaha…”

.: [ 🐙 ] :. What Octavio intended to be a threat clearly landed as a joke to the human, rendering him speechless for a second before he sputtered out a response.

“Wh-- Stop laughing! It isn’t funny!” And yet, his outrage wouldn’t last for long. Swallowing down whatever rage he had, Octavio instead tried to brag his way to success.

“I ain’t stickin’ around for long, tree man. I got clubs to play and beats to drop! Why don’t you go play in a pile of posies or whatever you hippies get into these days?”

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juddkat:

It seemed Judd had been sniffing the tentacle when Octavio withdrew it. The cat’s nose wrinkled up and he gave a real nasty gagging noise. ‘Ew, is right. Do you even groom yourself,’ came the cat’s reply in Octavio’s head. To be honest, the Octarian had set only set that one up and it was much too difficult to resist.

.: [ 🐙 ] :. Octavio flinched for a fleeting moment before firing back at the monochrome mammal.

“Watch it, cat! You gotta whole lotta lip for a four-legged furball with a flag up your butt!” Octavio didn’t restrain himself when he pointed a tentacle in Judd’s pudgy face. “When are you gonna stop this dumb animal act? I know darn well what you really are.”

Cuttlefish’s personal stooge. In Octavio’s eyes, everyone was against him.

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juddkat:

Judd looked back to face the big Octarian. On one hand, he could freely take the chance to retort back at Octavio. On the other, Judd was too spiteful and petty for that. “Hrrrha,” came the cat’s response. Octavio wouldn’t catch this cat giving him an intelligent response.

.: [ 🐙 ] :. Of course he wouldn’t give Octavio a proper response; that’d be asking too much of this miserable cat. Experience taught him the cat would always come back, and he hadn’t done enough (yet) to warrant throwing him out.

Instead, Octavio withdrew a tentacle and gave a clear look of disgust. “...Ew.” Why did Judd always have to sound like he was five seconds away from a hairball?

[gottagobaby]

‘That’s all the food you’re getting tonight, me-ows.’

[wasabeats-blog]

.: [ 🐙 ] :. “Oh, great. So now you start gabbin’ it up. What the heck happened earlier, you got your own tongue?”

For the most part, Octavio thought Judd was just being cagey by not talking back to him when they both shared a district.

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heliatlus:

You jump at the noise, whirling around.

“Hello?”

“Is someone– oh!” You gasp, holding a hand to your chest. “Hi! God, I, haha, uhm,” you turn bright red. “Are you out for a walk, too?!” You lean awkwardly on the tree, and straighten your collar. “It’s a great night for a walk. I agree!”

.: [ 🐙 ] :. It was obvious the guy was trying to save face after an embarrassing moment like that, but it elicited no pity from the ornery Octavio, only a sneer and a snort of disdain.

“I got better things to do than make small talk, creep. Go make like a tree and leaf, why don’t ya?”

The holiday season was filled with enough sappiness already. Did he really have to be so literal about it?

[heliatlus-deactivated20190219]

The air smells crisp, like pine, like the calm of night. Winter is antithesis to your favorite season, but you think you understand each other on clear, starry nights like these.

Breathing in deep, you place a hand on the bark of a tree. It’s like greeting an old friend. The space around your fingers fills up with curling vines and moss, knitting a little sweater to protect from the December chill.

From under the snow, flowers peek up around your feet in a daisy chain. They know you’re here; you’ve visited enough times that they recognize you. Maybe they just wanted to say hi. 

A few low-lying branches on the tree curl inward and pat your shoulders. You turn and smile, holding them carefully. “Did you miss me that much? I guess I’ll have to take more walks in the winter. I’ve been busy lately, though…”

You start telling the tall pine about your day, completely oblivious to any onlookers that may be nearby. 

The longer you talk, the more flowers seem to pop up impossibly from under the snow. They spread in a gradually farther radius around the clearing, the the point where one might notice even fifty feet away.

[wasabeats-blog]

.: [ 🐙 ] :. Octavio’s not really sure what’s going on here, but he’s pretty sure this guy is hitting on a tree.

He stared in cold hard silence from a distance before shaking his head and muttering, “Flippin’ humies.”

The flowers blossoming from underneath threatened to tickle Octavio’s tentacles, but he didn’t laugh; rather, he whacked a couple to stop them from sprouting in his personal bubble. “Bug off. I’m busy,” he said to the plants. That ought to put a stop to that.

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aterriblesouvenir:

— [ ♥ ] — She waves at him, a chipper, ALMOST insulting little thing, exuding nothing short of a casual air. Her lip hooks upwards in an amused little half smile, coyness becoming her. It is amusing and ALMOST endearing how easily he riles up. In truth, Satori can hardly believe how easy it is to get under his skin. ( She isn’t MUCH better, but in her defence it was difficult to keep cool when all you can hear are the screams of fish. )

❝Well I SUPPOSE I could. Always wondered how octopus TASTES when grilled,❞ she teases with a WINK of a lazy eye. Unreadable in almost any way, what is clear is her DISTASTE for the Octarian. ❝Feeling up to a fight, or is the cold weather getting you down, DJ?❞

.: [ 🐙 ] :. Vengeance burbled through Octavio’s brain; he thought of knocking her chair over or smacking her milkshake away. The fact that he just sat there and took it made him redder and redder by the second. He may have not been literally grilled, but it felt enough like it, figuratively speaking.

“Watch it, punk. It’ll just a second to wipe that smile off your face.”

“Pretty sure that’d make us even. Serve ya right for messin’ with me.” He delivered the threat in a low, sour grumble, resentment coursing through his veins.

[saintism]

     ❝ The past few days I have heard many speak of something known as cup of noodle. Of a truth, I had not known of their existence until now… are they something of importance? ❞

[wasabeats-blog]

.: [ 🐙 ] :. “Yeah. It’s a cup. And it’s got noodles in it. You don’t gotta be a genius to figure it out.”

“You humies just keep gettin’ dumber and dumber. I’m startin’ to feel sorry for you washed up patoots.”

[wasabeats-blog]

"Congrats on your rank-up. I mean, I got mine weeks ago, and I've only been here a couple months, but I guess we all can't be as great as I am."

.: [ 🐙 ] :. “Stick it in your cornhole. The system is wack.”

DJ Octavio leaves Callie in the dust by taking off on his Harley Davidson.

...

And by that we mean he tries to get on his three-speed bike but ends up tripping over the thing.

[wasabeats-blog]

starshell:

     “I’d quit gawkin’ if you’d just share with me–” Wait. That’s a talking octopus.

A talking octopus.

     “aaaaaAAAAAAAAHHH WHY ARE YOU TALKING? ISN’T THAT CANNIBALISM?” No, it’s not. That’d only be the case if he were eating another octopus.  “WHY ARE YOU TALKING?”

.: [ 🐙 ] :. Normally, he’d tell this human off with a line like ‘none of your flippin’ business’, but oh, that fear! That glorious fear! Now that was just too good for words.

“Yeah, that’s right. A talk-topus. And I’m in the mood for some humie sushi.” He wiggled his tube of wasabi sauce, milking this moment for whatever it was worth.

[starshell]

     “So, like, are cup noodles a thing here? Yes? No? Maybe so?”

[wasabeats-blog]

.: [ 🐙 ] :. Slurrrrrrrrp.

“...Quit gawkin’ at my dinner, boy.”

[wasabeats-blog]

.: [ 🐙 ] :. badical

[gottagobaby]

Called a good kitty in the morning, called a bad kitty and banned from treats in the evening. The painful life of Cat.

[wasabeats-blog]

.: [ 🐙 ] :. i lost eight hundred dollars tonight

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ersatzsun:

Nope, he looked ready to tussle and she was absolutely not equipped for a battle. She leans back, a halo of light blooming around her before she winks out of existence, back to the safety of her room. Cheating something that looked like an elder got out of its money might come back to haunt her, but that was a problem for future Gwyndolin.

.: [ 🐙 ] :. As soon as he thought she was making a move, Octavio leaped forward to grab her by the sweater, but all the Octarian got for his troubles were a fistful of air and a faceful of pavement.

He peeled himself off the sidewalk and looked around in a huff, muttering and grumbling under his breath.

“Grrrhhh! That lousy snake-walkin’ lady... Makin’ off with my moolah like a charity case...”

No matter how much he stormed about, he couldn’t find her or his cash anywhere. He might’ve well just thrown it down the gutter and that would’ve been less frustrating to him.

With all this pent-up rage and nowhere to vent it, Octavio expressed himself as thoroughly as he could.

“...GLAARRGGH! I CAN’T BELIEVE SHE DID THAT!”

“THAT THIEVIN’, ROTTEN ‘SUNNAVABEA--”

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ersatzsun:

“You should have examined it more thoroughly. It’s not robbery if it’s freely given.” A few of her snakes raise themselves up, hissing and baring their fangs, just in case he decided to try anything. He was much bigger than her, but she still had a teleport or two left before she used up her daily allotment. “As a newcomer I believe we both can agree I need it far more urgently than you do.”

.: [ 🐙 ] :. “Like heck it isn’t! It’s still MY CASH! And I don’t give out free passes to newbies, either.” Like Octavio said, it wasn’t part of his paycheck. This was tip jar money on the line!

“Now quit’cher hissin’ and gimme that dough, or you’re gonna pay through the nose, do you DIG IT?” Octavio unfurled his tentacles, ready to jump her on a moment’s notice.

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ersatzsun:

“It was in the porcelain animal you gave me.” Perhaps he should have looked inside first? It was her money now. She tucks the money back into the pocket of the sweater she’d thrown on over her robes. An ugly, though warm article of clothing she’d been provided upon her waking. “What exactly is a sound system?” 

.: [ 🐙 ] :. Octavio blanked out. The porcelain animal? He could’ve sworn he had something like that.

...

“...”

...Oh, for crying out loud.

“Hey, WAIT A DARN MINUTE! Those were MY flippin’ clams! You don’t get to keep my tip money, ya punk! I thought was hawkin’ off some knickknack, that’s all. Are you gonna rob me just because I messed up?!”

[umbralsun-blog]

“What is worth purchasing in this city? I have…” She flicks through the wad of cash she’s recently acquired. “Over 800 of your dollars.”

[wasabeats-blog]

.: [ 🐙 ] :. “Eight hundred smackers?! What’d you do, rob a bank? I’m lucky to make that much in one night!”

“If I had that kind of dough just lying around, I’d spend it on a wicked new sound system. Natch.” Whether it’d be for music or fighting off Inklings was a factor he hadn’t disclosed just yet.