[Otto Octavius is one of the foremost inventors in Excelsior! He's a well-known pioneer in the field of clean energy, and has been responsible for several significant breakthroughs throughout his long career!
In spite of that, most of his life is pretty ordinary. It's not like he's some kind of celebrity or meta or anything like that! Obviously he doesn't have any robot tentacles attached to him either, why would he have those?
His lab is out in the warehouse district of the city. He's not one of those scientists who's always blowing something up or making evil giant robots or anything like that. He's strict about lab safety. He's always, always been very strict about lab safety, because...
Anyway. It still pays to keep your expensive scientific equipment well away from any of the high-profile targets villains tend to go after. Besides, the open space is nice! It also means that people don't tend to walk in off the street. They really aren't supposed to, but it's not too hard to plow past the grad student in the front of the building and go find Otto working in the back. Of course, such an intrusion is worrying; his tone's sharp when he sees what's going on.]
Can I help you?
[And of course, he's often down at the university where Rosie teaches! It's his week to come across the city to her for lunch; he's secured a table at their usual diner a block away from the English building. Lunch hour on a college street is always packed, and this place is no different. So he's not annoyed if some stranger attempts to take the seat across from him, but he's still pretty firm:]
Sorry, this table's taken.
ii. civilian life
[Otto does have some Alliance contacts, as it happens. He's been known to pitch in on their tech work from time to time. He just thinks it's neat - and hey, they help people, right?
But it's not as if he's got a bunch of metas on speed-dial. He's just a regular guy. Which is a dangerous thing to be at times, in this world. When the sound of a metahuman fight breaks out nearby - crashes, yelling, and the unmistakable sound of a car being flung headlong into concrete - Otto's quick to duck into the nearest storefront, beckoning for anyone else nearby who also seems like a regular baseline human to come along as well.]
Come on - better to hunker down until they're done.
Otto Octavius | OTA
In spite of that, most of his life is pretty ordinary. It's not like he's some kind of celebrity or meta or anything like that! Obviously he doesn't have any robot tentacles attached to him either, why would he have those?
His lab is out in the warehouse district of the city. He's not one of those scientists who's always blowing something up or making evil giant robots or anything like that. He's strict about lab safety. He's always, always been very strict about lab safety, because...
Anyway. It still pays to keep your expensive scientific equipment well away from any of the high-profile targets villains tend to go after. Besides, the open space is nice! It also means that people don't tend to walk in off the street. They really aren't supposed to, but it's not too hard to plow past the grad student in the front of the building and go find Otto working in the back. Of course, such an intrusion is worrying; his tone's sharp when he sees what's going on.]
Can I help you?
[And of course, he's often down at the university where Rosie teaches! It's his week to come across the city to her for lunch; he's secured a table at their usual diner a block away from the English building. Lunch hour on a college street is always packed, and this place is no different. So he's not annoyed if some stranger attempts to take the seat across from him, but he's still pretty firm:]
Sorry, this table's taken.
ii. civilian life
But it's not as if he's got a bunch of metas on speed-dial. He's just a regular guy. Which is a dangerous thing to be at times, in this world. When the sound of a metahuman fight breaks out nearby - crashes, yelling, and the unmistakable sound of a car being flung headlong into concrete - Otto's quick to duck into the nearest storefront, beckoning for anyone else nearby who also seems like a regular baseline human to come along as well.]
Come on - better to hunker down until they're done.
iii. wildcard