fenneladeline

[fenneladeline]

Intro Post- OOC

(Hi hi hello! This is the General Intro Post for this blog! Hello! I am Hero {My main blog is here: @hero-coded} I am getting into Splatoon and wanted to make a silly RP sideblog for my main three OCs and their band! Here I will be RP-ing as them, so unless stated otherwise, everything will be answered in character! But before you go any further, here are some housekeeping {or blogkeeping?} items!

If you are a bigot, racist, pedo, or general nastie- Fuck off. This blog is not for you.

This blog is run by an adult (me) and features adult characters, so while I aim to make the majority of my content appropriate for all, I ask that minors don’t DM this blog and block the tag ‘(IGNH) After 12PM’ Tag. 

This blog will feature adult language (aka swearing) and darker themes (as many games do, Splatoon is no exception). I will tag things as needed, if you need/want something tagged just ask OOC.

Be respectful. Especially when sending asks. While this is an RP blog, I am still a person and have feelings and opinions. Don’t be an asshole and things will be fine! 

Have fun! 

Without further ado, let the silliness begin! - Mod{?} Hero, aka Hero-Coded)

INTRO POSTS

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[fenneladeline]

A knock

Then a second.

A third, a fourth, a fifth.

Each progressively more and more aggressive.

"Hey, anyone in there or what? I ain't gonna hurt ya. Probably."

Outside tye door stood an Inkling, bright orange hair drooping from a Grizzco cap. Her outfit doesn't look Grizzco, though. More civilian, a black sweatshirt with spaghetti straps over her shoulders, ripped leggings and large work boots below.

She pulled a lighter out of her pocket as she waited, taking a long drag from a cigarette. She sighed.

"I aint here to bring ya back, if that's what you're worried about."

She leaned against the side of the cabin, besides the door.

Waiting.

[ @fenneladeline ]

Footsteps, tenative and slow, approached the door.

Slowly, ever slowly, the door opened. Just a crack. Just enough the see the face on an inkling, and a shaky hand curling around the door.

Her skin was pale, the ends of the hands tipped in a dull green. Her eyes were a dulled tan colour, and her tentacles were cut short, fading from burnt peach to the same green as the tips of her fingers.

A shaky intake of breath. Then, a hushed whisper, voice trembling like her body, not use to speaking to life like herself.

[fenneladeline]

She coughed.

"Well, I suppose I shall be on my way. I'll keep in touch."

She stubbed her cigarette out against the wall of the cabin, the dying flame fizzling out as she turned to leave.

"It's a pleasure doing business with you, Marnie."

With another flash of that icy cold grin, she disappeared beyond the doorway.

A knock

Then a second.

A third, a fourth, a fifth.

Each progressively more and more aggressive.

"Hey, anyone in there or what? I ain't gonna hurt ya. Probably."

Outside tye door stood an Inkling, bright orange hair drooping from a Grizzco cap. Her outfit doesn't look Grizzco, though. More civilian, a black sweatshirt with spaghetti straps over her shoulders, ripped leggings and large work boots below.

She pulled a lighter out of her pocket as she waited, taking a long drag from a cigarette. She sighed.

"I aint here to bring ya back, if that's what you're worried about."

She leaned against the side of the cabin, besides the door.

Waiting.

[ @fenneladeline ]

Footsteps, tenative and slow, approached the door.

Slowly, ever slowly, the door opened. Just a crack. Just enough the see the face on an inkling, and a shaky hand curling around the door.

Her skin was pale, the ends of the hands tipped in a dull green. Her eyes were a dulled tan colour, and her tentacles were cut short, fading from burnt peach to the same green as the tips of her fingers.

A shaky intake of breath. Then, a hushed whisper, voice trembling like her body, not use to speaking to life like herself.

[fenneladeline]

"Wonderful. I'm pleased to see you made the right decision, Marnie. I'll be in contact on our next steps together, but all in all, i think we're going to have a fruitful partnership."

Fennel smiled, her eyes closed. It was cold.... maybe a bit menacing. But the deal was already done.

A knock

Then a second.

A third, a fourth, a fifth.

Each progressively more and more aggressive.

"Hey, anyone in there or what? I ain't gonna hurt ya. Probably."

Outside tye door stood an Inkling, bright orange hair drooping from a Grizzco cap. Her outfit doesn't look Grizzco, though. More civilian, a black sweatshirt with spaghetti straps over her shoulders, ripped leggings and large work boots below.

She pulled a lighter out of her pocket as she waited, taking a long drag from a cigarette. She sighed.

"I aint here to bring ya back, if that's what you're worried about."

She leaned against the side of the cabin, besides the door.

Waiting.

[ @fenneladeline ]

Footsteps, tenative and slow, approached the door.

Slowly, ever slowly, the door opened. Just a crack. Just enough the see the face on an inkling, and a shaky hand curling around the door.

Her skin was pale, the ends of the hands tipped in a dull green. Her eyes were a dulled tan colour, and her tentacles were cut short, fading from burnt peach to the same green as the tips of her fingers.

A shaky intake of breath. Then, a hushed whisper, voice trembling like her body, not use to speaking to life like herself.

[fenneladeline]

"No worries. I'd be putting you on a more 'directorial' role anyways. I have actual teams to do the dirty work, they just need someone to guide them, someone who knows how Grizzco works. From what I understand, you fit the bill perfectly."

She stretched slightly.

"Plus I've become much busier with.. well, personal matters, so I don't have the time nor the knowledge to manage the teams myself."

A knock

Then a second.

A third, a fourth, a fifth.

Each progressively more and more aggressive.

"Hey, anyone in there or what? I ain't gonna hurt ya. Probably."

Outside tye door stood an Inkling, bright orange hair drooping from a Grizzco cap. Her outfit doesn't look Grizzco, though. More civilian, a black sweatshirt with spaghetti straps over her shoulders, ripped leggings and large work boots below.

She pulled a lighter out of her pocket as she waited, taking a long drag from a cigarette. She sighed.

"I aint here to bring ya back, if that's what you're worried about."

She leaned against the side of the cabin, besides the door.

Waiting.

[ @fenneladeline ]

Footsteps, tenative and slow, approached the door.

Slowly, ever slowly, the door opened. Just a crack. Just enough the see the face on an inkling, and a shaky hand curling around the door.

Her skin was pale, the ends of the hands tipped in a dull green. Her eyes were a dulled tan colour, and her tentacles were cut short, fading from burnt peach to the same green as the tips of her fingers.

A shaky intake of breath. Then, a hushed whisper, voice trembling like her body, not use to speaking to life like herself.

[fenneladeline]

"Well, Grizzco's best known for golden egg fishing, right? We interrupt their teams on the field, take the eggs for ourselves and sell them to power companies. Eventually they'll have no choice but to pay attention to us."

A long puff of smoke.

A knock

Then a second.

A third, a fourth, a fifth.

Each progressively more and more aggressive.

"Hey, anyone in there or what? I ain't gonna hurt ya. Probably."

Outside tye door stood an Inkling, bright orange hair drooping from a Grizzco cap. Her outfit doesn't look Grizzco, though. More civilian, a black sweatshirt with spaghetti straps over her shoulders, ripped leggings and large work boots below.

She pulled a lighter out of her pocket as she waited, taking a long drag from a cigarette. She sighed.

"I aint here to bring ya back, if that's what you're worried about."

She leaned against the side of the cabin, besides the door.

Waiting.

[ @fenneladeline ]

Footsteps, tenative and slow, approached the door.

Slowly, ever slowly, the door opened. Just a crack. Just enough the see the face on an inkling, and a shaky hand curling around the door.

Her skin was pale, the ends of the hands tipped in a dull green. Her eyes were a dulled tan colour, and her tentacles were cut short, fading from burnt peach to the same green as the tips of her fingers.

A shaky intake of breath. Then, a hushed whisper, voice trembling like her body, not use to speaking to life like herself.

[fenneladeline]

"Yeah, I'm serious. Beats sitting here by yourself all the time, don't it?"

She pulled another cigarette from her pocket, lighting it as she waited for a response.

A knock

Then a second.

A third, a fourth, a fifth.

Each progressively more and more aggressive.

"Hey, anyone in there or what? I ain't gonna hurt ya. Probably."

Outside tye door stood an Inkling, bright orange hair drooping from a Grizzco cap. Her outfit doesn't look Grizzco, though. More civilian, a black sweatshirt with spaghetti straps over her shoulders, ripped leggings and large work boots below.

She pulled a lighter out of her pocket as she waited, taking a long drag from a cigarette. She sighed.

"I aint here to bring ya back, if that's what you're worried about."

She leaned against the side of the cabin, besides the door.

Waiting.

[ @fenneladeline ]

Footsteps, tenative and slow, approached the door.

Slowly, ever slowly, the door opened. Just a crack. Just enough the see the face on an inkling, and a shaky hand curling around the door.

Her skin was pale, the ends of the hands tipped in a dull green. Her eyes were a dulled tan colour, and her tentacles were cut short, fading from burnt peach to the same green as the tips of her fingers.

A shaky intake of breath. Then, a hushed whisper, voice trembling like her body, not use to speaking to life like herself.

[fenneladeline]

She glanced around for a moment before opening her mouth.

"I won't get into the details, but I used to be the manager of Grizzco in Inkopolis Square. I ran the joint. But I was fired after I tried to secure the company's future in a way higher ups didn't like. I left with my team and I've been trying to fix things my own way ever since."

She wiped her face.

"I could use someone to help manage the rest of my team. Someone with knowledge of how Grizzco's operations work, and someone they wouldn't want themselves. When I heard about you, I knew you'd be perfect."

A knock

Then a second.

A third, a fourth, a fifth.

Each progressively more and more aggressive.

"Hey, anyone in there or what? I ain't gonna hurt ya. Probably."

Outside tye door stood an Inkling, bright orange hair drooping from a Grizzco cap. Her outfit doesn't look Grizzco, though. More civilian, a black sweatshirt with spaghetti straps over her shoulders, ripped leggings and large work boots below.

She pulled a lighter out of her pocket as she waited, taking a long drag from a cigarette. She sighed.

"I aint here to bring ya back, if that's what you're worried about."

She leaned against the side of the cabin, besides the door.

Waiting.

[ @fenneladeline ]

Footsteps, tenative and slow, approached the door.

Slowly, ever slowly, the door opened. Just a crack. Just enough the see the face on an inkling, and a shaky hand curling around the door.

Her skin was pale, the ends of the hands tipped in a dull green. Her eyes were a dulled tan colour, and her tentacles were cut short, fading from burnt peach to the same green as the tips of her fingers.

A shaky intake of breath. Then, a hushed whisper, voice trembling like her body, not use to speaking to life like herself.

[fenneladeline]

She tossed her cigarette onto the ground, crushing it out with her boot.

"Alright, if you insist."

She stepped past Marnie into the cabin.

A knock

Then a second.

A third, a fourth, a fifth.

Each progressively more and more aggressive.

"Hey, anyone in there or what? I ain't gonna hurt ya. Probably."

Outside tye door stood an Inkling, bright orange hair drooping from a Grizzco cap. Her outfit doesn't look Grizzco, though. More civilian, a black sweatshirt with spaghetti straps over her shoulders, ripped leggings and large work boots below.

She pulled a lighter out of her pocket as she waited, taking a long drag from a cigarette. She sighed.

"I aint here to bring ya back, if that's what you're worried about."

She leaned against the side of the cabin, besides the door.

Waiting.

[ @fenneladeline ]

Footsteps, tenative and slow, approached the door.

Slowly, ever slowly, the door opened. Just a crack. Just enough the see the face on an inkling, and a shaky hand curling around the door.

Her skin was pale, the ends of the hands tipped in a dull green. Her eyes were a dulled tan colour, and her tentacles were cut short, fading from burnt peach to the same green as the tips of her fingers.

A shaky intake of breath. Then, a hushed whisper, voice trembling like her body, not use to speaking to life like herself.

[fenneladeline]

"Hey, calm down. I ain't a Narc."

She took another long drag from her cigarette.

"Name's Fennel. Fennel Adeline. I heard about ya before, rumors of some crazy ex-employee out in the wild. Well I just so happen to be an ex-manager at Grizzco. And I'd like to offer a job."

She spoke very coldly, her blank expression hiding any possible hidden intentions she could have. She had a long trained poker face.

A knock

Then a second.

A third, a fourth, a fifth.

Each progressively more and more aggressive.

"Hey, anyone in there or what? I ain't gonna hurt ya. Probably."

Outside tye door stood an Inkling, bright orange hair drooping from a Grizzco cap. Her outfit doesn't look Grizzco, though. More civilian, a black sweatshirt with spaghetti straps over her shoulders, ripped leggings and large work boots below.

She pulled a lighter out of her pocket as she waited, taking a long drag from a cigarette. She sighed.

"I aint here to bring ya back, if that's what you're worried about."

She leaned against the side of the cabin, besides the door.

Waiting.

[ @fenneladeline ]

Footsteps, tenative and slow, approached the door.

Slowly, ever slowly, the door opened. Just a crack. Just enough the see the face on an inkling, and a shaky hand curling around the door.

Her skin was pale, the ends of the hands tipped in a dull green. Her eyes were a dulled tan colour, and her tentacles were cut short, fading from burnt peach to the same green as the tips of her fingers.

A shaky intake of breath. Then, a hushed whisper, voice trembling like her body, not use to speaking to life like herself.

[fenneladeline]

Boop!

ACK

What the hell? This website man....

[fenneladeline]

How about we dont steal from Grizzco? That'd be pretty cool I think. I'm sick of filing requisitions for missing equipment. Just act like a normal person and steal from a department store or something, y'know? Just a suggestion.

steal from grizzco. there are no cops in splatoon. we can do whatever we want. noone can stop us.

Oh right

You'd think that with how many people are up here they'd have some form of security (not like Dome levels of that but like... something)

[fenneladeline]

Gonna try to take Lori out for Splatoween tonight. I've been so distracted lately I haven't been doing much with anyone, but hopefully we can have a nice night.

[fenneladeline]

【intro post】

You've sought out a woman who's been missing from her shifts for weeks. She hasn't answered her calls, hasn't left any trace, seemingly just vanished from the face of the earth. This morning, you got an anonymous tip about the whereabouts of this woman - a small cabin bordering salmonid territory.

Approaching the home, it seems like she built it herself. It's ramshackle, bits of wires and iron surrounding it, a mishmash of wood and metal. Some kind of frantic re-inforcment.

You approach the door, slowly, and knock. The door opens a little. You push it open more and peek you head inside.

Suddenly, someone rushes up to you, speaking frantically.

..It's her.

Hey hey hey, it's @royale--kraken here, with a second roleplay account!

Marnie is an oc I've had for a while...she's never escapes my rat brain :>

Basic DNI applies, this is both an ask and a rp blog, enjoy!

[fenneladeline]

decided 2 mess with the octolings in fake plastic station to get a 'biblically accurate(/silly) rufus' kinda video

so uhh..enjoy?

[fenneladeline]

Name: Chaz Jaxson

Species: Octoling

Age: 22

Height: 6’2 (tall and lanky)

Pronouns: He/him (sometimes he/they)

Sexuality: TBD

Personality: Tired, generally very quiet, doesn’t say much unless it’s important, doesn’t currently have many friends, loves fashion (grunge/alternative)

Hobbies: LOVES splatzones, grew up as a skateboard kid during splat 2 but doesn’t do it as often now, almost always has headphones in

Job: Currently a marketing trainee at Grizzco, also works Salmon Run shifts part time

🌊🐙⛓️🌊🐙⛓️🌊🐙⛓️🌊🐙⛓️🌊🐙⛓️

Chaz is mainly focused on making a living for himself. He’s working through the day to day, paying his bills and funding his schooling all by himself. He hopes to one day open his own fashion company.

(Art comes from my main account, @its-whimsii-248 )

[fenneladeline]

"Heh, 'boss'. Haven't heard that one in a bit..."

There's a knock on Fennel's door. It sounds nervous, but still confident as a voice follows.

"Fennel? Are you home? It's Atlas."

She looks up from the laptop on her lap. Atlas? Oh cod he would know about everything wouldn't he. Was he here to take her in? To take Lori away??? She started panicking.

The door slowly opened. Fennel's head slowly peeked out from behind her chain lock.

"....Hello, Atlas."