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can I ask about the poster "agent 3" kids story?
Yes you can and here it all is!! Presenting…
tldr: She comes from a family of big name actors in the industry, and shes been raised from hatching to continue their legacy. Its…a lot of pressure to put on a kid, especially one who just wants to make her (impossible to satisfy) family proud. Despite being surrounded by impossible standards, the fakest friends chosen for her, being given everything she can ever want (except what she really needs), and putting on a hundred masks for everyone in her life for survival’s sake in a cutthroat industry, she chooses to be kind.
more details under the cut!!
Her name is Sariwa, which means “fresh” . Named for her spring green tentacles and as a blessing from her parents that shed stay youthful, beautiful. a hope that she would be seen and be adored (as freshness implies coolness/popularity in sploonworld).
Shes hatched into the acting industry, with both parents being big in the industry. From hatching she was expected, trained to be an actor like her mother is. The media adores them, this “sweet little family”, but no one knows how nefarious everything is when the cameras are off.
The dad is neglectful, disappearing into meetings most of the time. The mom is a helicopter parent to make up for it. Pointing out every flaw that Sariwa apparently has in either performance or appearance. Never giving praise. Except when she performs “well enough” on stage. This instills in the child this need to make them proud. to…to make everyone happy. She becomes someone whose dependent on other peoples’ praise to function.
Shes given everything else, dont get me wrong. Every material thing she’ll ever need. all the big popular “friends” chosen for her. But…shes not allowed to turf. yknow. biggest event in an inkling’s life here in Inkopolis. and shes not allowed to go to school either. shes too busy memorizing lines for adverts or-
The second she turned 14, she was chosen as the lead role for Cuttlegear’s brand new show abt Agent 3. She looked exactly like the legendary hero, according to the sources. All her time went into this project. Thankfully, unlike at home…her co-actors were very kind. Her parents didnt choose for her this time. She was meeting actual people who dont put on masks beyond their job. the actor they got for Cuttlefish, in particular, is a very kind soul, defending her when the directors get too pissy with her performance. (Those are the only people she fears, tbh shes fearful of most authority figures.)
*Cuttlefish is also depicted as kind and supportive in the show. and in most games. Unlike the real Cuttlefish, which is kind of a loony old man who pushes ideas on young inklings. He still gives more support and kindness that 3s dad ever gave, but thats only RELATIVE to how little he gave in the first place. One can only imagine the longing this inspires in the real 3.
Sariwa…since shes hatched shes had to put on an act. Be the perfect little doll for her parents. For the world. But her friends here, they inspired her to…have fun with what shes doing again. To take off the mask (mostly beyond the clock). Breathe life in the character when she can. (But lets be real…shes getting 3 spot on with how many parallels they have with each others lives.)
But what is she beyond the mask, her role? She wasnt allowed to do anything beyond this. She was forced to depend on her abusive parents and their associates. She cant live alone beyond them. Not allowed to turf bc shes “a prim and proper young lady; above such violent drivel that only delinquents participate in”. They gesture to 3, whos one of the faces Squidforce uses in their promotions, and say (ironically.) that she must not become that. Face ripped to shreds and eye mangled.
No one knows they got that from the real war that Sariwa is pretending to show.
The show does its best to be an accurate telling. Child friendly, to a point. Horrifying things still get kept in somewhat. Things that will horrify a child on stage.
If Sariwa is terrified of the props, can you imagine how it was for 3?
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And once she realizes all of this. Once she gets out of this situation thanks to Callie, Marie, and 3 themself. Does she feel guilt? Guilt for depicting the horrors in a way that glorifies it instead? A part of a project that aims to make people complacent to the real horrors that churned below?
There is one thing Sariwa feels about 3, that I am aware of rn.
“Im glad, that out of every story I couldve told, Im glad it was yours.”
Just like 8, she sung this tale in her hearts. Just like 8, she used this to break out of this terrible situation, answering the call of the ones who promised her safety. A better life. Like the way she stage broke through that prop in the choreographed Octavio fight, she broke through the influence of those around her.
*She actually went off-script a bit in that scene. After she beat down Octavio, she held out her hand. Mostly to help the actor up. But then, without realizing, she spoke, she spoke of making things better between the nations. That maybe he doesnt have to steal the zapfish anymore.
Her time with the octoling actors, and hearing the stories from the ex-octarians, made her aware and know the fact that theyre people too. The directors kept it in. They knew that if they released this as they have planned it, there will be fuckign riots from the ex-octarians or the Inkling “sympathizers”.
She saw the value this story held, despite the subliminal messaging that she wished wasnt implemented. That she wished she wasnt a part of. She saw that its a tale of hope. A tale that inspires one to become the hero of their own life. A tale that inspires one to make the world a better place.
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So she was hatched and raised to make people smile, singing her songs and dancing their dances. Much like the clan singer that was 4, except the tradition is much more healthy compared to industry standard. And she didnt become as mean as the people around her, at least not internally. She put on a mean mask but she felt the void within. When she was given kindness for a long enough time, she put her walls down.
And just like the real 3, she underwent through the horrors of expectations she had to hold up, and trying to make uninterested parents proud. They dont see her as their daughter, shes just a means to an end. She had to wear a hundred masks to survive and it made her lose her sense of identity. She had to be mature, she had to take the shitty behavior of adults who expect her to be like one too. It made her lose grip of who she is beyond this role. Hell, they made her so dependent on their handouts that shes not sure she can exist beyond this hell. Much like how 3 struggles to know a life beyond their duty.
And much like 8, she used the story she was telling to break out and get herself in a better situation. She met with the real Agents 1 and 2 (without her knowledge) and asked. Begged. for help, after her show ended. (3 also kind of pointed the two in her direction. Bc cod knows how horrifying this industry is. Shes lucky she didnt get any of the grosser horrors ~~its bc I didnt feel comfortable writing such topics~~)
And then shes faced with the same problem all the real legends faced. What comes after the end? When the dust clears, what happens next? She wasnt given a damn choice, she wasnt allowed to try to learn things beyond this role. to be beyond an imagined agent 3. a soldier for the screen. who is she now, that shes out of that battlefield?
little does she realize that the real 3s asking the same question for themself.
#splatoon#splatoon oc#oc#character design#original character#opal owl’s nest#Cuttlegear isnt related to the NSS nor the Inkadian military in my interp — theyre history enthusiasts#btw yes uhh shes from a Phillippine inspired region!#or family who moved to Inkadia from there.
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I’ve had this oc in the works for SO LONG and xey’re finally done! Meet Sting, my New Agent 3!
Info about xem under the cut:
I’m still working on drip’s personality but drip was raised by salmonids after a mix-up between the Octarians and Salmonids happened and an infant octoling ended up with them. They raised drip close to inkling society so drip could get a taste of where drip’s supposed to live, at least partially. After deciding to live in Splatsville xey took on the profession of a graffiti artist to help make the city look more vibrant, sometimes illegally lol.
The best way I can describe their WIP personality is that they’re feral, but in the classiest way. Xey’re a fashionista and cares a lot about staying fresh and on top of things, but enjoys having fun when the time calls for it. Xey’re more serious than my other ocs, but they’re learning to take it slow.
#shoutouts to my first oc that uses neopronouns!#snorlarts#sketches#my ocs#sting oc#lil buddy#marie splatoon#splatoon 3#new agent 3#neo agent 3
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another dream, lets see how much i'll remember.
the furthest point i remember about the dream was when i was at the old museum in my old neighbourhood, and i was browsing through the art section..... except, irl, that museum was a science museum, not an art museum, so none of those displays ever should have existed! i suppose i was affected from the art display i did 2 weeks ago. all the displays were from people i was barely familiar with, but apparently they were from people of the art atelier i always went to since i was 8. the way they were displayed, despite all the glass panes, was just as amateurish, looking more like how schools display trophy cases than how art museums display art. for some reason, i would stay and.... actually look at them. usually when i was at art museums, i lose interest after a bit and always end up speeding through them...
i would move down to the place where the science displays were.... well, i would've, but then i got a phone call. this was the second part of my dream. in this part, i was semi-inside the Splatoon universe.... well, what i interpreted to be the Splatoon universe, anyways, because i've never touched any of the games in my life, minus the demos. anyways, I was contacted by an Inkling (colors unknown) and Octoling (presumed to be Agent 8), to meet at a subway to go to..... somewhere? the place we arrived in was full of steam. and jellyfish, not of the Splatoon kind, more like the.... ones from Ponyo. i myself switched from being "myself" to whatever i was..... i assumed i was an Octoling or Inkling, but the closest creature i looked like as a Squid/Octopus was the Vampire Squid, as i was filled with spikes all over. i also, as kid form, had really sharp teeth. never used those to bite anything, just sayin'. me and my squidtopus friends, after arriving at the steamy area, just vibed. that's what i remembered. now there probably was some kind of drama going on, but if there was, i don't remember it. they probably something to do the mamalian goop thing you have to clear in the Splatoon 3 games. i don't know, man. i, as squid/octo form floated around despite that probably not being logical in the Splootiverse unless you stepped on a jump pad.
i woke up with the desire to pee, and with the image of Link horse fresh in my mind.
i dont know what this is, either.
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Stay Fresh
#splatoon 3#fanart#callie#agent 3#marie#squid sisters#splatoon#nintendo direct#splatoon 2#inkling#nintendo switch#stay fresh
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;; tag drop muse edition part 2 electric boogaloo
#;stay fresh! (agent 3/inkling)#;okie-dokie! (luigi)#;let's-a go! (mario)#;hungry dino pal (yoshi)#;star warrior (kirby)#;forest kami (totoro)#;spirited away (chihiro/sen)#;delicate princess of splendid bamboo (kaguya-hime)#;naruka no hana (rika furude)#;oyashiro-sama (hanyuu furude)#;cleaver girl (rena ryuuguu)#;letting the days go by (ENA)#;doe eyes (lily/oc)#;mrs fox please take an umbrella (aishireiko/oc)#;sun child (inu kobayashi/oc)#;lost princess of laputa (sheeta)#;miss witch (kiki)#;little fishy in the sea (ponyo)#;run rabbit run! (banny)#;safety in pills (sophie walten)
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how do they all feel about octavio? (i know about the story so im good with spoilers for splat 3)
Four - very hesitant to be around him. He “kidnapped” her aunt, manipulated her and made her fight against Four, plus constantly got into Four’s head to mess with her and make her try and break him out. She doesn’t fully believe he’s changed yet for the better and is honestly a bit scared of him even still, so for now she stays away. Maybe in the future he can make amends.
Three - in splat1 the two could almost be considered friends. Three was one of the only ones besides cuttlefish who talked to him in his glove and they both grew to enjoy the other’s company. In splat2 she honestly felt really betrayed by him. He was one of the first VERY few people show vented to about kamabo because he didn’t tell her why he was locked away yet. When Three found it what he did to Callie they were furious no one told them sooner, especially Octavio, and stopped talking to and interacting with him. As of Splat3 though she sees he’s trying to make changes, and while she doesn’t forgive him for that stuff they’re on talking terms again and she’s willing to try with him, something Octavio’s silently very happy about.
Eight - Eight’s case is complicated because her opinions on him are influenced by the others. She knows he kidnapped Craig and Callie, brainwashed Callie, and did some other not so good things. Sometimes she wonders what her opinion on him would be if she did want her memories back and knew what he was like when she was in his army. He does stare at her too much whenever she’s around him though so for now like Four she tends to stay away. As of splat3 for now she’s still choosing to avoid him too. A part of her wants to be one of the people to try with him but she rather wait till a majority of the group is comfortable, and for now when people like Callie Four and Marina are uncomfortable, she’s holding back.
New Agent 3 and Lil Buddy - at first they were both like Eight, with opinions formed by other people, primarily captain cuttlefish during their first fight in the crater. But after saving the world in space together? Yeah they both think he’s cool as hell and want to be buddies with him. I like to think after splat3’s storymode, Octavio went to splatsville and seeing all the octolings living safely and happily with the inklings with no issues just because they’re octolings, he decided to finally stand down for good and get a fresh start there. Lil buddy and Neo 3 helped him out with all that, showing him around and helping him settle in. Eventually they do learn about stuff like him kidnapping Craig and brainwashing Callie, and they help him come to terms with the fact that he can still try and be a good person now and not have everyone forgive him for his past actions. Neo 3 considers Callie family and very much doesn’t forgive the fact he brainwashed her, but that doesn’t mean they and lil buddy still want to hang out with this version of him. (And Callie’s ok with it they talked to her)
#love Octavio sm one of my fav splatoon characters his writing is so interesting#splatoon#splatoon 2#agent 4#agent 3#agent 8#neo agent 3#new agent 3#lil buddy#splatoon 3#ty for the ask!
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Stay fresh!
*Agent 3 had taken a bit of a break from exploring the town, and was sitting on the back of a bench. The ink she had shot had disappeared by now. While she was on there, a cloud of Orange smoke puffed out, and she coughed and waved it out of her face... And when she looked down, she was certainly surprised.*
Well, this is.. Unexpected..
//open rp!
//@ya-boi-agent-four @its-agent-8 @a-motherfucking-inkling @alexa-andrite @its-rose-now-damnit
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Inkopolis New Years Award Ceremony 2020
Good Day, Splatoon Community!
Today, I am releasing the result for this year's Awards Ceremony. I do this every year to lighten the mood of the community. This time, I updated it a bit so that it’s invitationals and admission requests only rather than the random select and massive tags. Also, the rewards and titles are updated for reorganization and simplification.
This list shows all the participants and the reward(s) earned. I hope you guys enjoy the rest of your day and have a Happy New Year. And here we end with either “Don’t get cooked, stay off the hook” or a simple “Stay Fresh”!
The list is under keep reading link due to length:
Platinum Inkopolis Badge
@marchant-girls for Most Interesting Squid
@cephalo-trio for Most Interesting Squid.
Gold Inkopolis Badge
@helpful-yellow-inkling for Top Roleplayer.
@captainatarime for Top Roleplayer
@squidbasedhumour for Best artist in Inkopolis
SIlver Inkopolis Badge
@askagent7andfriends for Top Ask Blog
@ask-3-agents for Top Ask Blog
Bronze Inkopolis Badge
@onyx-and-friends for Most Interesting Octo
@sanitized-agent-8 for Top Roleplayer
Zapfish Trophy (For Artists, Magazines, and other interesting blogs)
@ask-aunt-spoon for Biggest Inkopolis Personality
@playableoctolingsnow for Most Interesting Octoling
@rexrandomex for Top Ask Blog
@rexrandomex for Most Interesting Octoling
@insert-creative-name-94 for Most Interesting Squid
@stinky-cephalopods for Top Ask Blog
@splatatattat for Best Artist in Inkopolis
@inkstyle for Best Artist in Inkopolis
Salmonid Trophy (For Salmonids only)
@salmonid-ink for Most Grizzly Salmonid
Barnacle Badge (Equivalent to a Razzie; Doesn’t need a Title)
No Nominations
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Already A World Away; pt 2
Summary: Feelings and emotions become even more confusing when reader’s ex-boyfriend shows up, wanting to patch things up. Pride thinks going back to him will be a mistake, but can he really stop you?
Words: 1,578
Warnings: None
Tags: @pageofultron @stanathanxoox @starryrevelations @6adb0y @thegoodlonelydalek @consultingdoctorwholock @thebeckyjolene @diaryofafan17 @specialagentlokitty @dressed-up-just-like-z1ggy
Notes: a continuation of Stay With Me by @specialagentmonkey.
Part 1 | Part 3
Having the office so empty and silent was a strange feeling. It was odd - unexpected, because you’ve only been staying here for a day. After such a short period of time, Pride didn’t think your presence to already become so ingrained in the place, but it is. He keeps expecting to hear you coming down the stairs. Or to call out from the kitchen if he wanted some coffee.
His gaze breaks away from the monitor subconsciously, traveling to your empty desk. It’ll be filled, soon enough, once you’re back from requestioning a couple witnesses of the team’s newest case with Tammy. Still, Pride can’t help but miss the image of you sitting at your desk, where you belong.
And, admittedly, he was a little lost in the fantasy. It took Roy calling out his name for Pride to snap back into reality, head whirling around to entrance. And out of every person in the city, he wasn’t expecting to see Roy escorting in a familiar face.
Jason. The ex who made you cry just yesterday.
The sight of him instantly puts Dwayne on high alert; not many people can force the easy-going agent into a state of caution and suspicion. Hamilton, definitely. People who Pride knows are dangerous. And there was a time when your boyfriend was as far from that feeling as a person can be. There was a time when Dwayne considered him a friend, because he was led to believe that he treated you right.
But seeing Jason walk through the door so casually, Pride couldn’t stifle the rising heat of anger in his gut. The memory of you soaking wet and crying and tugging a bag of luggage behind you was still very fresh in his mind.
Somehow, Pride is able to stand and walk over as politely as he would a stranger. “Thank you, Roy,” he dismisses the officer, who turns and walks back outside, leaving Pride to deal with Jason by himself.
For a long couple seconds of silence, Pride is trying to reel in any angry words from the tip of his tongue, and Jason waiting for the agent to start the conversation. If Dwayne had it his way, he’d grab the other man by the back of his shirt and throw him out. Threaten him not to come around here again.
Instead, he puts on a tight-lipped smile, hands hanging by his sides. “What brings you here?” Pride asks. Perhaps the question itself was blunt, despite a flat and nonchalant tone. But Dwayne can’t find it in himself to care how your ex takes it.
Jason merely blinks, moving past Pride and tilting his head to look over at your desk. “I wanted to talk to Y/N. They didn’t come home last night; I’m a little worried.”
Like hell you are.
“Where are they?”
Pride exhales slowly, turning and watching the other man look around the office. And there’s a certain feeling of satisfaction, knowing your clothes and your coat and your unmade bed are just upstairs. “Not here,” he answers curtly. “Believe it or not, Y/N’s got work to do.”
A low, thoughtful hum comes from Jason as he turns to look at Pride. And he forces himself not to seem outright hostile when the other man starts coming closer at a leisurely pace. As if this were any other day and he hadn’t upset you so much. “Well, can you tell them I stopped by? And I wanna talk?” Jason asks. To his credit, he looks mostly genuine. Like he really wanted to talk and patch things up.
But Dwayne isn’t swayed by good acting. It doesn’t even occur to him that he may be a little biased because of last night. “I doubt Y/N wants to talk to you. After everything you put ‘em through-”
“What I put them through?”
“I suggest you go home.”
No more tight politeness. No more forcing his tone to be neutral. His suggestion is more like a warning without the actual words, and Jason’s just bright enough to pick up on it. He looks like he wants to argue, but while in the NCIS office against Dwayne Pride himself, he won’t win.
Jason’s head ducks low as he walks past the senior agent, and Pride watches him leave through narrowed eyes. And the satisfaction of watching the scummy man leave with his tail between his legs is ruined, because Pride isn’t stupid or naive. He knows he’ll try again, when Dwayne isn’t around. Try to get you alone and prey on the vulnerability he caused.
The realization pisses him off, and it’s difficult to get back into the swing of working the case.
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Gregorio was the first to go home, since she’d been running around with you all day. Sonja and Chris left together; Pride wouldn��t be surprised if they were going to unwind at the bar for a little while. The case has proved grueling, and evidence for that can be found in the way Dwayne’s eyes ached with exhaustion. Going to sleep sounds damn good.
But you weren’t here yet. And it concerned Dwayne.
He tries to busy himself with work for the hour that stretches since Chris and Sonja left. Tries to keep his mind off the worst case scenario. Pride is close to calling your cell before you finally come through the front doors, looking just as ragged and worn as he feels.
Still, the sight of you pulls a smile onto Dwayne’s face; at least you weren’t with Jason. “You’re out late,” he comments teasingly. You only respond with a half-shrug, so he pushes on. “Case keep you out? Somethin’ I should know about?”
“It wasn’t about the case,” you reply lightly, keeping your eyes down all the way to your desk. And you’re about to leave it at that; Pride wouldn’t push for more information if you didn’t want to offer. But your next words come out without even thinking, “Jason called and wanted to talk, so we had dinner.”
Dwayne freezes, his blood suddenly feeling like ice, and he doesn’t respond right away. His stunned silence doesn’t help to loosen the knot in your stomach. It was frustrating that the knot was there in the first place; you were talking to Jason again. Trying to fix things between you. The giant fight was over.
So why were you anxious?
After a few long heartbeats, Pride slowly rises to his feet. Juggling with his words because he doesn’t want to offend you, but he can’t just stay silent. After today, Dwayne was absolutely certain on his position on the matter. “You’re not thinkin’ about going back to him, are you? I mean, you deserve better than him.”
“Pride-”
“He made you cry. Made you walk in the rain by yourself-”
“And he also said he thought long and hard about what I said. About not choosing between him and this job.” Your eyes finally rise to meet his, steady and firm. But Pride knows you better than you think, and he seems that tiny inkling of doubt.
It pulls him closer. He wants to argue; tell you that it would be a mistake to believe it.
But before Pride can even start thinking of a smart way to say just that, you continue, “Besides, I don’t want to stay here for too long. Who knows how long it’ll take to find a new place; your bedroom’s small enough already.” You try to play that last part off as a joke. There’s a half-smirk on your face, but Dwayne doesn’t share it.
That can’t be the only reason. “Y/N, don’t let me influence your decision. You know damn well you can stay here for as long as you need to. I only care about what’s best for you.”
Dwayne isn’t being biased. He isn’t. Staying away from Jason is what’s best, even if it means staying here.
The eye contact didn’t last very long. Again, your gaze drops away, head nodding slowly while you pad toward the stairs. “I’m going to bed,” you tell Pride in a low voice. And he can only stand and watch you ascend the stairs, fighting the instinct to follow you. Convince you that staying here, with him, is the better option than settling with Jason. Forget about the awkwardness and any conflicting feelings from kissing at the bar; this was about your future.
But he stays downstairs. Long enough to assure you went to bed and fell asleep. And Dwayne doesn’t even pretend to work anymore; he stews in his own thoughts, trying to wrap his head around what could make you want to go back to him. Was staying here really so bad? Did the night at the bar truly affect you so much?
And how much did it affect Dwayne?
He never answers his own questions. Instead, he puts a pin in them and climbs up the stairs into his dark and silent bedroom. Your soft breathing can be heard from the tiny bed, and Dwayne wishes he can block it out as he changes from his work clothes and lays down in the cold sheets.
Sleep doesn’t come easy, and Dwayne honestly didn’t expect it to. He just stares up at the ceiling, deciding on the best course of action.
And he decides that convincing you to truly break things off with Jason is the only way to assure your happiness. Whatever the cost.
#ncis new orleans imagine#ncis new orleans reader insert#ncis nola imagine#dwayne pride x reader#dwayne pride imagine
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Okay, fine, I’ll spill. Here’s the AU idea I’ve had for a while.
If The Octarians Won The War AU:
Splatoon 1:
So, in the AU, Octavio was able to single handily win the war with his octoweapon powers and thus banished the inklings to the now known Ink Valley. Over 100 years later and Octo-opolis is a thriving city of modern and tradition and the freshest spot for turf war and new start for Octos and other sea creatures. Lulu, just Lulu in this AU, has run away from the orphanage she grew up in Octo Country and wants to start a new life for herself . She was still heavily bullied in the orphanage for being a hybrid but after one point she finally stood up for herself and learn to fight. Now she's in Octo-opolis to try and start a career as a DJ and try to pull some octolings or octarians together to make a turf wars team. No luck one day, she finally spots an old looking octopus with a green scar on a tentacle looking around from a man cover near some lockers near the tower where the great Zapfish is suppose to be; no smelly trash cans cause Octolings are better at keeping things clean.
Curious when the octopus notices her and ducks down, she follows him and finds herself in Ink Valley. The octopus turns out to be the old King DJ Octavio who relays to Lulu about the kidnapping of the zapfish and the Great Zapfish. Sitting on the little bench that is connected to a traditional looking hut that looks nicely kept is Octavio’s wife Athena as she hands Lulu a cup of Tea as Octavio tells Lulu what's been happening and asks her if she will help. Lulu agrees to do so and thus becomes Agent 3.Once in Ink Valley, it's a sneak and fight situation, like Metal Gear type style of sneaking around, to get her way to the zapfish. Unlike the city and the upper world where it's lively and tons of music plays, down in the valley, it's cold, silent, and dangerous but Lulu took up the mantle to get the zapfish back and back she does. Along the way, she defeats Inkweapons which Octavio relays that were made from the octoweapon X-Trace serum that the inklings stole from the old plans used during the war. In this AU, octoweapons are no longer needed and Octavio is the only one in modern time. It isn't till half way through things, that General Cuttlefish kidnaps Athena as a revenge ploy against Octavio. But now, Agent 1 and 2 have shown up to guide Lulu to the end of things.
At the final boss, Athena is shown to be tied to a pole as General Cuttlefish shows up to suck the Great Zapfish in his giant mecha and the fight begins after giving a monologue about things. Half way through, Agent 1 and 2 reveal they are the Octo Sisters, Hannah and Coraline, and start up the Octo Country Inkantation. With the defeat of General Cuttlefish, he's put in the snow globe so Octavio can watch him.
In gratitude for bring the zapfish back and for saving his wife, Octavio asks Lulu if there is anything he can do for her. He's king after all, he has means to get her anything she wants. So she asks him if he can help her find someone as she pulls the picture out of her suppose mother and shows them the ruby necklace. Seeing the photo, turns out it's Precious, their missing daughter, and the necklace was Athena's, which means Lulu is their missing grandchild. Breaking down, all three of them cry in each other's arms.
Side Key Notes:
So in it, Lulu's still a princess and Octaivo is still the ruling king.
Athena is still around cause better medicine since being on the surface, technology, including medicine, had better resources to flourish. So that makes the city being pretty high tech as well. Floating platforms, the gliders being the flying cars stuff. The works.
Ink Valley on the other hand is pretty dark and cold and Cuttlefish is pretty cold and ruthless. Although Octavio has been trying to help, Cuttlefish won't take it.
The platforms above Ink Valley are taken care of by Octaivo and he uses them to farm.They don't live there, but most times, are found hanging out there. They actually own a nice house in the outskirts of the city. Pretty much it looks like the one they got in the main story.
With modern times, even though they are the ruling family, they aren't really needed much.
Octavio is still a DJ and a very popular one next to the Octo Sisters; still owning his own music company that he gets Lulu in to launch her career.
Since the Inklings were banished to the valley, it means Lulu doesn't have her friends but she does okay on her own. She makes new ones with Turf and mostly just plays as a profeshional single player.
Turf is also better regulated by the octolings so it's much more fair to play. It’s also opened up to other sea creatures with tech that octolings have designed for them to play with.
In this verse, although she's a princess, Lulu won't see the crown because of the modernization, the ruling family is really not needed anymore, so after Octavio steps down, the council will take over. So Octavio works to train Lulu to speak in the council instead.
The key catchphrase, “Stay Fresh,” is now “Stay Happy,” meaning to be you and do what makes you happy in life. This is why there is so many clothes brands. So Octolings, Octarians, and other players have clothes that fit them and their style and they can be happy with.
The stellar system is still a thing here and Sako is still Octavio’s lackey and head scientist. Lulu fights Cuttlefish way deep in the valley instead of in space.
Lulu is still pretty much herself. Plays turf, hangs with the family, ect.
Octaivo has a limp in his walk, so he walks with a cane that at the top has a ball head in the shape of the remixer. Little carved with a little Octavio in it too. Down the cane is music notes in order for “I am Octavio!”
Splatoon 2:
Octavio notices that the old plaza tower isn’t as stable as it once was for the Turf Wars hub and feeling that it needs to be repaired, Octavio moves the hub to the new more sturdier Octo-opolis Square. Much better built for Turf wars and much closer together for shopping and stuff, this becomes the new hot spot for Turf players. Once all moved, Octavio gets the old radio tower fixed up as new stores move in to get the area lively again. Not for turf, but still lively.
Pixie finds herself at the square and stumbles upon Hannah standing over the manhole cover there, and jumping in, finds herself in Ink Canyon. Pixie basically looks like the default Agent 8 for reference.
Hannah explains about the great Zapfish being taken away again and that the Inklings are up to no good again. So the drill is the same. Pixie takes up the ropes as Agent 4 and off she goes to get the zapfish back. Since Coraline lost the last splatfest, she's the one taken by Cuttlefish and has to be rescued. Once Hannah hits Coraline with a hero charger shot and Coraline is free, they sing the Spicy Octo Country Inkantation.
Side Key Points:
Lulu has become successful in her music career and after the events of the story mode, becomes good friends with Pixie.
Off the Hook is still here but it’s Pearl who’s left the valley. Marina is still tech heavy, so she still makes all the shifty stations.
With the addition of the new hero weapons, Lulu’s hero weapon choice is the duelies from this point on. It was originally just the hero gun.
Precious and Kane are found about the same way they are in the main story. Just different locations on where the fight with Octavio happens.
Inkling Expansion:
I'm still working kinks out but here's what I got so far.
In a training practice, Octavio and Lulu get attacked by a sanitized inkling and fall into the metro. Lulu gets separated from Octavio as he finds Agent 10, which is Joey. With Joey's help, him and Octavio find the thangs and assemble them to be the blinder. Marina is able to signal Lulu as she crashes in to brake the blender, but his the ground too hard and gets knocked out as Octavio grabs her up and watches over her. So now it's a race to the top as now Lulu's the one being mind controlled and Joey has to fight her which if under normal circumstances, would be one hell of a fight but because of Tartar, Joey is able to handle her with decency. At the end of the fight, it seems one of Lulu's back tentacles got cut off at the tip but she seems fine.
In the final fight, Tartar reveals their plans that they were working to eradicate inklings because they are the ones that started the war and broke the peace that the octolings had. They had been watching the octolings and saw how advance they were and admired them for it. Seeing them as the next evolution. Then inklings came and tried to destroy that. When the war was won by the octolings, Tartar was pleased but then they found out about the story arcs and decided it was time to rid of them. So NILS is aimed at the valley but Marina concludes if they go with this plan, the blast at the angle it is could cause a tide wave that would wipe the city out. So now Joey has to fight to stop that from happening.
With the stop of Tartar, Joey is free to see the city as other inklings start moving to the surface.
Side key notes:
Now for Lutarna, the story is about the same. It isn't that she takes the cut tentacle, she finds it and uses it. Same ploy. Making the new body, the memories, frees her from her directive but she still has a major superiority complex against inklings so instead of helping the valley, she helps the city. First making her presence known to Lulu, she apologizes for mind controlling her and wants to rekindle connections to help fix the metro. Though she had been experimenting on Inklings to make the sanitized ink, she finds heart to cut the mind control on them and work to make the sanitized ink be more helpful than dangerous to others.
Still though, she’s quite snobby around inklings which Lulu has to put a hold on so Lutarna doesn’t piss anybody off.
Befoer Inkling Expansion, Sako had figured out the water serum but even still, only Lulu would be the only hybrid able to be in water and the impact of a tide wave to the city would be devastating.
Tatavio still exists in the AU as Lutarna was going to use him as a ploy to play around and mess with Cuttlefish’s head before killing him.
Daisy would still be in this one but the process to revive her is different. Thinking with the octolings’ tech and medicine, they find a way to cure Daisy of the cancer so once Lutarna brings her back, they quickly start her on the treatment.
Lulu doesn't suffer really from the mind control but I like @whethervane HC about the ultra violet light scar marks from the sanitized ink, so shine UV lights on Lulu and you'll see the scar. But unlike @whethervane, I see that under normal circumstances, you never see the scars.
Unlike Cuttlefish where he was wary at first towards the agent 8, Octavio is concerned and relieved Joey was okay when waking up, though concern about the memory loss.
And, that’s what I got so far for this. Like I said, I’ve had this idea since the first game and it would be interesting to implicate this in on the blog but I don’t know who all would interact with this since it’s a big change to things.
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✧ — CANON .
CW: MURDER, BODY HORROR, GORE, CANNIBALISM.
Much of Agent Three’s history is a mystery. This is no accident, for if the wider populous knew what their protector had done in reality, the extent of the consequences would be hard to predict.
It is true that such an end was never the intention of anyone involved. Perhaps such a campaign had never had the most altruistic of intentions, but the little Inkling girl, fresh into the city, had never meant for anything less than to help. It was like the stories her brother used to tell her, after all, or the things her mother would preach --- do a grand thing, become a hero; save the people, do all the good one can.
Palms trained to never touch a gun clung to it regardless, desperate for recognition on her own terms.
But fate dealt cards she couldn’t change, and still refused to give her her way --- her legend was reduced to the words of just one storyteller, and no one cared to find out how the Great Zapfish had returned. And still, he had never told her the final piece --- how she had bred conflict, not soothed it. How the respawn pads that had stung for her had never so much as existed for her opponents, and how with each miniature explosion, their spirits dissipated into the holographic sky.
She had killed them. No more, no less --- she had killed them, and her payment was to accept obscurity. She had saved no one, and she had fallen too far to get back up again.
The girl who had walked across the clouds was now terrified to fall.
With hands wrapped around her throat and outrage at her helm, something in her snapped. If she was a killer, then a killer she’d remain --- and all else be damned, she swore a promise. She had lost everything, and all because of them --- she would take everything in turn, and rend their chests like they had hers.
An eye for an eye, and a life for a life. Though the scales were still tipped in her favor, she’d turn a blind eye to the truth and call herself justice. She’d become destruction in human form, her bottled-up rage bubbling over, and call herself hurricane.
And so Soda Sturmaz, Agent Three, began her rule.
Victims continued to meet swift ends --- she found paths into the Octarians’ cameras, loudspeakers, lights and control panels until none within the battle-rigged domes could escape her reach. Once the campaign concluded, she was left unmonitored; no one assumed she in her right mind would want to go back to such a hellhole, and so no agent kept track of her actions. Panic continued to blossom in the ranks as she carried out her vengeance, mixing music from their screams. Months passed, weeks and weeks stacked on top of one another, until something about it . . . began to ring hollow.
Addictions require constant feeding, and obsession had seen her budget long since dwindle. This time, the dull blade of a kitchen knife would instead find its path to an innocent mechanic’s throat. With dark tentas and a pretty, sculpted face, she took to him like moth to flame, and no water was about to quench the fire building in her gut.
An apt word indeed: his spilled out across the cold metal floor, hers wrenched inside-out with hunger and desire. Such a slow rupturing had left residue behind --- a slow-dissolving membrane, clumps of half-solid vital ink that had once comprised organs, and a thicker coat of ink than if it’d just been overridden. At sixteen, she was starving, though for what she couldn’t name. At sixteen, she was desperate --- she had to get her hands on more.
It is the worst kind of sin, according to her mother, but she insists on calling it research. To her, there is no line between dissection and buffet, much less pain and pleasure. Palms trained to never hurt a soul plunge themselves into chest cavities and come out stained and dripping.
Her kills do not come unannounced --- gleeful shouts of triumph resound in the hollow domes; radio override is a favorite of hers. There is a pattern to her victims --- dark ink, cool-toned, whatever she dubbed pretty. It is possible to track her, to predict her, but not to catch her --- she vanishes as though something supernatural, leaving behind mounds of things that no longer looked human and a signature carved into the floor.
An ‘A’ and a ‘3’ entwined, near identical to the signature of an innocent girl above --- one with a smile that pulled a little too hard at the edges, a girl whose schedule never stayed stagnant, a girl with the same vociferous and violent enthusiasm as the killer downstairs.
Still, just knowing her name did not kill her; her reign plunged into the civilian domes, and then the deep seas. Where she should have drowned at Tartar’s hand, she bargained with him, and helped him drag thousands more to their deaths.
Octarians had a long record of vanishing. Agent Three’s initial arrival seemed to provide reason for this, despite a lack of precedence. It was at this point, however, that the rate of disappearances seemed to triple, and the race that had manufactured itself to remain alive found its factories faltering.
Stressors continue to pile onto both sides, but it is a chance shot from an Octosniper and Agent Three’s own hubris that pulls the final straw. For the first time, it is her own ink that drips off her face, and for the first time, it is she who runs.
It is here that the public’s knowledge of Agent Three begins.
The Octarians are wary, and do not dare assume the threat has vanished --- not when she has a hundred times before --- but her presence has vanished in the domes. Not a soul hears from her, above or below, until an unauthorized broadcast in the Square crackles to life, and the rest is as good as history.
Agent Three is a triumphant figure: one which promotes justice, truth, and valor. She represents the good of the Inkling people and protects them from harm. As far as her marketing is concerned, she is a hero --- but Inklings are gullible, and their leaders self-righteous, and no one ever cares to find out how.
Her signature plastered across Cuttlegear’s works is a painful reminder for most Octarians. Though she never fulfilled her promise, it is a permanent scar in the two race’s histories, and a well-guarded secret that she and her victims alone know the true extent of --- there is no avenging the damage that she’s done.
She is no justice; she is all lie and broken cowardice. If it is an eye for an eye, and a life for a life, she is far too aware there is no breaking even for the worst that she’s done.
#✧┊ ▐ canon.#long post //#haHA so while this is awful it's also#crucial to my blog canon!#soda is a wonderful person#(spoilers: no she's not)#murder cw#body horror cw#gore cw#cannibalism cw
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Cull to Adventure, Chapter 9, Draft 1
Marie brought a third fan, pointing it at the couch she had laid Agent 4 on. He was already getting some consistency back, but she wanted to make sure. She wasn’t worried about any mess on the couch, as the ink would soon evaporate anyway. She set it to “low,” like the others, then turned to pet the Zapfish who was powering all three. She was there for a few moments before going walking over and getting another Lamprede from the cooler she had.
“You did good out there, Agent 4,” she said, handing it to him. With a small smile, she added, “I sure know how to pick ‘em.”
Cull looked over, nodding appreciatively with a still-sloshy head.
“I didn’t think the Octoweapons would be fully operational, though,” she continued. “Gotta hand it to the Octarians; they know how to prepare.”
“So I’m gonna fight m-more ovens?” Cull groaned.
“I don’t know about that,” she replied, “But I do know we’re gonna need the big guns.”
She reached into her kimono, revealing a walkie talkie attached to a cord.
“Hello, Sheldon, can you hear me? Over.”
“Loud and clear, Mar-“ Sheldon started, before correcting himself, “erm, Agent 2. Over!”
Marie had to lean back from her device as Sheldon squealed with excitement, before clearing his throat and continuing.
“Agent 4, you’re in good hands! We at Ammo Knights have over 542 million years of trusted service, and I’m proud to say my weapons can be of help to the New Squidbeak Splatoon! What better place for a test run than the real-world conditions of saving Inkopolis, am I right? You’ll even get to use them once developed, and I think you’ll—”
“Okay,” Marie interjected. “Down, boy. I think Agent 4 gets the point.”
“Right,” Sheldon replied. “Well, come back tomorrow and I’ll get an Ammo Knights Enhancifier for you. It’ll automatically upgrade your weaponry and even make different bombs for you, if you can provide materials and enough energy from Power Eggs.”
“S-sounds good,” Cull said, finally felling solid enough to get onto his feet. “I…I think I need s-some time, anyway. It’s getting late…”
Marie nodded. The sky was already starting to fade from pink to purple, a lovely sight even in a place like Octo Canyon.
“Well, you can stay here for the night,” she said. “I mean, Agent 3 slept at an outpost like this, too, you know.”
“I… I kinda want to go home…” Cull admitted, taking a few semisolid steps to the grate to Inkopolis. “Got a few things t-to take care of…”
“You sure? You might still wanna…”
Marie paused, taking in Agent 4’s expression.
“…Suit yourself,” she finally said, “but the offer stands, okay?”
Cull looked back and gave a thumbs-up that was just a little runny, then disappeared into the grate.
Marie sighed, watching his inky footsteps disappear with mild interest before turning the fans off. Gently, she picked up the Zapfish and prepared to take it somewhere.
***
“Youuu okay?” Flage asked, in her usual sing-song voice. “I know it’s been ho-ot, but you’re not looking so great.”
“Y-yeah, I’ll… I’ll be fine,” Cull said, reflexively pulling his beanie down a little.
“Come now,” Flage said, reaching for the front of his hat, “Wearing a beanie in this he-heat? Don’t be silly!”
Cull leaned back so quickly that he almost fell right over the bench’s armrest.
“Please don’t,” he said.
“Oh, sorryyy,” she said, scooching backwards a little. “Forgot that’s pa-art of your look.”
“Y-yeah,” Cull said, leaning back up, “Guess…guess you could say it is.”
He shook his head; he didn’t have it in him to stay mad at her. She was trying to help, after all, and it’s not like she knew of his haircut.
“A-anyway,” he asked, looking for a change in subject, “what brings you to this bus stop? I-I thought you lived in Inkopolis.”
“Oh, that I dooo,” she replied, “but I hear there’s some goooood stargazing out by Bulrush Lake!”
“Ah,” he nodded. “That sounds nice.”
“Yeah, and you know it’ll be a sight to be-holdwhile the power’s still out! Goootta count my lucky stars!”
“I… I guess…”
“Besides, I need the ref-er-ence for my next piece. My next painting will change the world of art, buh-leave you me!”
“I-I’m sure it will,” Cull said, nodding slowly. “I’d l-like to see it s-sometime, if that’s okay...”
“Of course it is!” Flage beamed. “I would looove a fellow artiste to look at my work!”
“Oh, I’m n-no a-artiste,” Cull said, laughing nervously. “I-I just l-like drawing…”
“C’mon now!” Flage said, lightly patting Cull’s arm. “I’ve seen your graffi-tee, and pop art has a place in the art world!”
Cull’s beanie was almost entirely over his eyes at this point. Enough green ink rushed to his face to make him look sick.
“Y-you saw my stuff…?”
“Pret-ty easy to recognize,” Flage beamed, adjusting her glasses. “I saw your ta-ttoo, remember? You’re always draaawing within it, and you do great stuff!”
It was a horrible time for Cull to realize he left his gloves back at the Outpost. His no-doubt melted doodles were on full display right now, and he was sure the actual tattoo wasn’t looking as clean as it should have.
“I… I think I f-forgot something,” Cull managed, standing up to leave. The Outpost wasn’t sounding so bad right now. Not even Flage’s oddly soothing melodic voice was enough to numb his panic. “I gotta… I gotta go.”
“Was it something I said?” Flage asked, looking up.
He just wished he could ask her to stop patronizing him; who just gave underserved compliments out of nowhere? As it was, though, he didn’t have the nerve, and simply shook his head before heading back to the Outpost.
Once he was a safe distance from being seen by anyone, he stopped worrying about that general shame and finally noticed that unlike last night, some of the streetlights were on. Even as he stayed in the alleyways behind Inkopolis Square, he could see light trying to reach him from the main plaza. He looked over, and could see an Inkling in a gas mask and flippers spray painting the wall of the arcade, easily seeing his duck-based piece.
Cull cringed. He recognized that style; this was the guy who was always one-upping his own pieces whenever he made something he was proud of. To be fair, Cull had taken to doing the same thing, placing his high-effort pop art next to this guy’s detailed paintings, but still.
Anyway, it was getting really late, and if he had bones, they’d be aching from the long day. He quietly continued over to the manhole, and ducked into the Outpost.
He saw Marie sleeping on the couch, humming tunelessly as she snored. Quietly, he crept forward, looking for a different place to sleep, preferably a more private one. He saw his gloves lying on that coffee table, and snatched them up quickly.
As he did so, his foot bumped against something. He looked town to find a handle to a trapdoor. Curious, he gently moved the coffee table aside and lifted the door to find at least fifty plush Zapfish staring at him. It was a bit weird, but Cull could only yawn in response, not being able to question anything anymore. He clambered in, and appreciated how soft the pile was as he slowly closed the door again, listening to Marie’s humming as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
* * *
Marie’s eyes slowly fluttered open, then squinted under the noonday sun. Slowly, she got up, and saw an orange grill-looking thing right in front of her, with Sheldon messing with some wires on a side panel. He seemed to be having some difficulty, though, as Marie could hear some violent banging, and he looked increasingly concerned, practically burying himself into unknowable machinery.
“Tech issues?” she yawned, sitting upright.
“Oh, don’t get me started,” Sheldon said, in a tone that made Marie wish she didn’t. “I checked everythingand there’s still that noise! The pistons are well-lubricated, the automated scan is perfectly calibrated, the motor is fresh off the assembly line—”
“Right, right,” Marie nodded, “you don’t know where it’s coming from. Anything I can do?”
“I… I don’t know,” Sheldon admitted. Marie could see in his goggles as he turned to her that he’d been at this for some time; his eyes were turning pink.
“Here, why don’t you sit down for a bit? You might need less time doing, more time thinking, y’know.”
“But what about what you said—”
“Nevermind that,” Marie said. “You gotta rest. Besides, that thing about inking and thinking…. That’s for squids of action. You don’t even ink, so don’t sweat it!”
“Um, okay,” Sheldon nodded, that spiel taking far more energy than it should have. He walked up and sat at the end of the couch, still having the diligence to close the panel beforehand. He couldn’t even flinch as the Enhancifier continued to bang and make odd wailing noises. Marie, however, wasn’t about to have it while she waited for Agent 4 to come back.
“So how do you turn this thing off?” she asked, standing up to look at the machine.
“That’s the thing,” Sheldon sighed, “it hasn’t been on for two hours! I’ve never seen something like this before, I tell ya…”
Marie hummed. A machine making those noises when off? She was no tech geek, but that sounded weird to her.
She leaned closer, listening to the noises. Now that things were a lot quieter, she realized the noises were coming from belowthe Enhancifier. With a couple of false starts and a lot of grunting, she moved it aside, and was now standing on the trapdoor Sheldon had covered.
Without the giant hunk of metal over the door, it was far easier to make out a familiar panicked voice. Marie wasted no time in stepping aside, and the door burst open. Cull popped out, gasping like his life depended on it.
“Oh Cod, I’m so sorry,” Sheldon said, running over to him. “I don’t know how I didn’t see the door there… I legitimately thought it was an issue with the Enhancifier, and…”
“I…it’s okay,” Cull said, after a moment. “I’m s-sure you didn’t h-hear me…”
“What were you even doing down there?” Marie asked, gently lifting him up onto the proper floor.
“R-ride home wasn’t working out,” Cull said, eyes glued to the floor. “I was… just gonna sleep h-here for one night, s-saw your thing of plushies, and…yeah.”
“I thought you had moved that table to give me space to work,” Sheldon said. “If I’d known he was in there, I wouldn’t have…”
“N-no, it was me. I just… I’m sorry…”
“Here,” Marie finally said, gently pulling Cull aside, “Why don’t you take a break, and then you and Sheldon can move this thing somewhere that makes sense, like… that corner over there. In the meantime, I’m getting myself something to drink. You guys want anything?”
Cull was suddenly aware of how hoarse he was, and nodded.
“C-could use some water.”
“That triage took its toll,” Sheldon admitted, “and I think I need a picker-upper. You got any Seafoam in that shed?”
“Sorry,” Marie said, silently wondering how much he had on a regular basis, “but I got a coffee maker and a few mixes.”
“That’s alright, then. I’ll get it in a bit.”
“That’s fine,” Marie nodded, “but don’t mess with it, okay? It’s Cal…”
Her face fell somewhat, before she coughed and turned to the shed.
“…It’s not mine. So don’t go tinkering with it.”
It was an awkward wait while Marie was heating up tea for herself. Cull had some ice water and had more interest in half-melted ice cubes than any Inkling Sheldon had ever seen.
After what felt like forever, Cull finally looked up, at least in Sheldon’s general direction.
“Um… you s-say this thing can upgrade my Splattershot?”
“Not just that,” Sheldon said, perking up. “It can get you the hottest new kinds of explosives, and even help you conserve your ink through a process I like to call ‘The Hibernation Effect’. Through a careful, multi-layered tubing system, we can safely extract less ink for the same shot, and even make the refilling process more comfortable than ever…”
Sheldon’s more detailed technical explanations started to go into one ear and out the other, but Cull was more interested than ever in the Enhancifier. He got up while Sheldon was still pouring an endless stream of info out of his mouth, and looked to see how this thing worked.
Thankfully, there was already a screen ready, with icons not only representing his Splattershot and Splat Bombs, but also, as Sheldon said, his ink tank, as well as other weapons he had seen on TV sometimes. There were even some of the newer ones, like the umbrella-looking one and the Dualies.
Below each icon, he saw estimates of the materials needed – so many Power Eggs to keep the battery going, and so many kilograms of Sardinium. He’d have to ask where the stuff he found was stored once Marie came back out.
“Cool, right?” Sheldon said, stepping up next to Cull. “Here, I got a bit of Sardinium and a pack of Power Eggs for testing right here. Just pick something and we can watch the magic happen! I’ll even let you get an exclusive sneak peek of how it does it!”
“Oh, um, okay.”
He took a second to look over the choices. Another kind of bomb seemed nice – that homing one was looking tempting. Then again, the machine was promising a faster firing rate and some better accuracy if he went with the Splattershot…
“Ooh, why don’t I show ya the Hibernation Effect?” Sheldon piped up excitedly. “I bet you’ll want more ink in that tank, yeah? Even your Splat Bombs’ll take less fuel to get the same kick!”
“Um…s-sure,” Cull nodded.
It wasn’t his first choice, since he was hoping to not have to shoot as much, but maybe it would help with his no-doubt abysmal shooting. After all, if he was filling the air with ink for longer, he’d be missing less, right? And, yeah, Sheldon probably knew what he needed better than he did; why else would he be so eager to decide for Cull?
While Cull tentatively tapped that upgrade, Sheldon had, in the blink of an eye, fetched the ink tank in question. With a couple of quick taps on a side panel, the orange lid opened to reveal protective glass, allowing Cull a full view of the machinery inside. Lights came on, and some robotic arms whirred to life to wait over a moving conveyor belt. Sheldon had inserted the glass capsule into a door on the side. It was soon drawn to the middle of all the machinery, and Cull was prompted to insert the materials needed. He flinched as a slot jumped out in front of him.
Sheldon, being more ready, was quick to pour a bag of Power Eggs and a couple bricks of Sardinium into it. Power Eggs fell into miniature battery packs, while the Sardinium was melted and converted to a variety of parts. Almost immediately, the arms got to work, disconnecting the tubes and prying the lid off. Cull found it neat to watch, even if he didn’t understand any of what was going on. Sparks flew, wires were added, and even the glass was polished inside and out.
Only about a minute passed before the ink tank was rolled back out the way it came in, landing safely on a tray.
Sheldon watched in anticipation as Cull gingerly picked it up, looking at the shiny new lid and siphon hoses.
“Looks nice,” Marie said from behind, nearly making Cull drop his new tool. “Surprised you went with the ink tank, though.”
“Sh-Sheldon said to get this one…”
“The guy knows his stuff,” Marie said, “but you gotta find what works for you, okay? I know you will.”
Cull nodded.
“Anyway, get yourself suited up, and we can see how that ink-saving whatchamacallit works in action. I bet it’ll still help.”
Marie turned to Sheldon.
“We’ve been keeping the stuff Agent 4 has found in the cupboard, if you wanna go and get paid back.”
Sheldon saluted, walking in and getting the items he used before lifting the manhole cover and disappearing.
“Didn’t even get his coffee,” Marie sighed, shaking her head.
***
“Hey, wait!” Sheldon called out, taking both Marie and Cull by surprise over the radio. “You might wanna try out something different here! I can send you a Roller, and we can see if it works out better for you. Plus, you know, these weapons need a good ol’ field testing…”
“Erm,” Cull said, looking at his Splattershot, “I-I’m kinda already here…”
“Yeah, we’d have to recall Agent 4 if we wanted to—”
“No, no, I can also test my newest delivery system! For the past two years, I’ve gotten a hold of some old tech from my gramps, and found a way to get a remote drone and all its electronics through these grates, and even greatly extended the signal through careful use of the latest—”
“You think you can send it down to him?” Marie asked. “Sure; try the first tower on the left once you get to Suction-Cup lookout. You think your whatchamacallit can fly that far?”
“Well, the battery kinda had to be skimped on to get it to work, but I could drive there! Can you wait a few, Agent 4?”
“I… I guess…?”
“Great! I’ll let you know when I’m there! Try to hang on until then, okay?”
“…Sure…?”
***
The spawner was surprisingly comfortable to sit on, considering it was a large metal plate with ink swirling below glass. Still, it gave Agent 4 a nice place to relax as he looked around the smoggy area. It wasn’t much to look at, apparently being an industrial area with floating steel platforms and a greenish tint to the air. In the distance, there were hanging orange lights to punctuate the gloomy area. The air smelled of motor oil and something like ink blended with iron. Interestingly, there were some yellow traffic signs laid on the right that showed squid icons, and those looked pretty new.
He didn’t have much time to think about that, however, as a low buzzing noise turned his attention upwards. A black and yellow drone descended, carrying a large case. Cull’s gaze followed it as it lowered to eye level and started orbiting him.
“Go ahead and swap your Splattershot out for this bad boy,” Sheldon said. “See how you like it!”
Cull pulled the case off the drone and opened it, revealing an intricately folded lump of yellow plastic and steel. He yelped as, almost immediately, the contraption sprung to life, leaping out towards him as he jumped back, dropping his gun. Within half a second, the machine had stopped, revealing itself to be a massive Roller, not too different from the ones Cull saw in commercials pretty frequently.
“Real beauty, isn’t she?” Sheldon said. “Go ahead and give ‘er a whirl! But first… please put that poor Splattershot in that case. I don’t want it getting scratched…”
Cull nodded, picking his gun up and putting it back into the same case the Roller burst out of. Sending the drone on its way, he turned to his new weapon, testing the handle. Yup, the thing was almost as heavy as it looked, but he was used to paint rollers anyway; he was constantly re-painting the walls at home, after all.
He started to push his Roller forward, and he was astonished at how smoothly his ink coated the floor as he went. He was used to having a rough time, but moving forward with this monstrosity was a breeze!
Well, at least for the first fifteen or so seconds. When he was out of ink, the sheer weight of this thing slowed him to a crawl. Apparently, all that smoothness was just his ink; the mix of metal and foam was not doing his advance after the first Launchpad any favors.
“You gotta lift that up for a bit,” Marie said. “Remember, you only have so much ink, even with that enhanced tank.”
“Um… okay…”
Surprisingly, it was pretty easy to lift the Roller. The challenge was balancing with it; everything above the handle was so massive he found himself tilting every which way. He stumbled around, trying to find some kind of way to keep his weapon upright.
What was worse, he knew Agent 2 and Sheldon were watching this performance, probably snickering to themselves about it.
“Keep it close to your chest,” Marie said, without a hint of humor in her voice, somehow making it worse. “Bend your knees a lil’, keep the Roller straight up… yeah, like that!”
Cull somehow felt sillier now that he had something like the right posture, but at least he could stand, and he could feel his ink tank refilling.
“Just watch for the Rolinium around here!” Sheldon piped up. “I think this is a processing plant for the stuff…”
Up ahead, there was a giant bundle of what looked like Roller sleeves, and an Octotrooper waiting on some kind of large, automated brush. Cull was about to try to rush forward, balance be clammed, but both voices shouting for him to stop landed him right in front of the bundle.
“You can activate that Rolinium with your own,” Sheldon pointed out. “It’ll fly right ahead into the bad guys!”
“Probably a better way of getting a feel for the thing, too,” Marie added. “Don’t have to get up to that Octoslob with a weapon you’re not used to this time.”
Agent 4 nodded, shifting his grip a bit as he looked at the Rolinium. If he could launch this like Sheldon said, he’d have to time it. He was just glad the Octotrooper hadn’t noticed him; he was sure the guy would have had the same idea and just launch the Roller sleeves at him.
He had to slam his weapon down as soon as he tried to lean it forward. A violent splash of ink hit the Rolinium before he could run into it, and it immediately accelerated, barreling right into the unsuspecting Octatrian.
“Nice one!”
Cull knew he didn’t deserve that praise, so he just nodded and literally pressed forward with the Roller.
#cull goes to octo canyon#cull to adventure#chapter 9#draft 1#Splatoon#splatoon fic#splatoon 2#splatoon 2 fic#cull to adventure full chapter
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RP Log: Wyda and Lin have a chat late at night! :D
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Aislinn North The hour was late but Aislinn was still plenty awake. She appeared to have built herself a camp. A myriad of books sat stacked in piles on the coffee table and on the floor next to the couch while pages of graphs lay spread out around her. A cursory glance at the books would show they were all titles related to the field of aetherology. The papers had suffered the odd coffee ring from the cup of, what else, coffee that she had invariably been drinking from and moving around her make-shift work space all evening. At the moment, she removed her glasses and rubbed a frustrated hand over tired eyes. It was clear she had been at this awhile.
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn - Wyda had tried her best to...well. Finally relax, now that she was out of jail and back in Heartwood. But old habits die hard, and she found herself awake in the middle of night yet again. Upon leaving her private room and entering the foyer, she noticed that the basement’s lights were left on. Spooky.
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn stepped down the stairs with the intention of shutting off the lights, only to find a mountain of books piled up in the far corner. Looking around the fireplace, she saw Lin. How curious! She approached the other sleep-deprived woman with a grin. “Burning the midnight oil, aren’t you?”
Aislinn North jolted, more than a bit startled at Wyda's presence. She hadn't even heard her come down the stairs. Clearly, she was more tired than she thought. Pushing the spectacles back on her face, she blinked owlishly up at Wyda. "Is it that late already? Then, I guess so." she let go a sigh and reached for her coffee. "What's your excuse?" she asked with a hint of amusement.
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn took a seat on the couch next to Lin, inadvertently sitting on a tome that had been misplaced. Wyda didn’t show any indication of noticing. “No excuse, can’t sleep. There’s no rhyme or reason to my sleep schedule.” After shrugging, she leaned forward to flip through a random book from the coffee table. “Read anything good?”
Aislinn North passed the Seawolf a brief glance of understanding. She had an inkling it might have something to do with Wyda's very recent stint in the gaol, but then again, she wasn't sure if the woman had always had an odd sleep schedule. In answer to Wyda's question, Aislinn leaned back into the couch as if she had been pushed. "If by good you mean useful, then no." she waved a hand at all the paperwork, the graphs. "You remember Ren? You went to his wedding? He's having some sort of...aetherlogical issue."
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn opened the random book she had picked up and examined the page. Dense text, complex charts, wacky numbers. Yup, she didn’t have a clue. But she tried to play that off and nodded along, as if comprehending whatever it was the book was trying to tell her. “I remember the wedding! What a day that was.” She sighed wistfully, reliving the moment. “He and his betrothed made a wonderful couple. He didn’t look...sick to me. Is he alright?”
Aislinn North tipped her head from side to side. "I first noticed it when he came to visit to tell me about the wedding. Every so often this spike of aether will come off him in a wave. Only it isn't his. His signature, I mean. He admitted to losing control a few times, when sparring or during exercises, things like that." she gestures her hand in a circular fashion, knowing this is a long-winded way to get to her point. "So...we sparred, he and I, while I had an aetheric recording device set up to gather data." she motioned to the pages of graphs. "Or rather, he tried to spar and I just stayed the hells out of his way. Enough to irritate him into losing control again. And the data shows I was right. He has two aether signatures." She rubbed her face in irritation. "And I told him he can't fight. Aether sickness is a real possibility and he wants to know what to do. He wants me to have an answer and I don't." she lets go a lungful of breath.
Aislinn North: "I just don't. Not that I could tell him that."
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn listened raptly, concern growing with every word. She had an inkling of how important Ren was to Lin, and wished she could fix everything right away. A naive hope, but one she had regardless for the sake of her friend. “Oh...weird. Two signatures? You think he’s hosting some sort of evil spirit in his mind? Like half possessed?”
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn: “But either way, it’s okay to not have an answer right now. Besides, whatever’s afflicting the man sounds very unique. Need any help scouring the texts?”
Aislinn North "I've narrowed it down to a run in he and Bertram had with an Imperial mage back when they were in the Resistance. There was a...stone. An artifact that eventually took Bertram's memory and made him a puppet. But Ren had been the original target and for a brief moment he was under the stone's control. I can't think of where else this odd signature would come from." Her lips compressed into a flat line as she regarded the tomes around her, as if they had somehow betrayed her. But apparently no one in the history of written word, that I can find, has ever experienced something like this." she said with a sardonic edge to her voice. She glanced back towards her friend. "But aye, if you're up for it, I could use another set of eyes." she paused. "If anything, it might put you to sleep." she jested.
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn let out a breath that started as a laugh and quickly ended as a groan. Lin had the right of her. Academic reading was Eorzea's most potent lullaby to many...but not today! Wyda would stay awake. Or at least, she would try her damndest. As she perused, she continued to make idle conversation.
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn: “But why Ren? And Bertram? Tch, the Garleans and their convoluted, inhumane plans for world domination...” She shook her head. “You think there’s some record of whatever happened behind Imperial lines?”
Aislinn North reached over and grabbed her wandering grimoire, shutting it down for the evening. "I think they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time." she said in answer in Wyda's question. "It's hard for me to piece together, the two of them have very different memories about what happened but from what I can tell, it was a random raid of a Imperial laboratory, only the mage, a man named Osmund Garrett, was more formidable than they expected." she pushed the deactivated grimoire aside and reached for a book from the stack she hadn't gone through yet. "And I definitely -know- Garrett has a record. This was his pet project. I was just hoping to find something that wouldn't require us to hunt the man down so...soon. But that's starting to look inevitable."
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn made a note to herself to be on the lookout for such a person. Osmund Garrett, Imperial mage. Even with how little she knew of Ala Mhigo and its tenure under the Empire’s thumb, there were certain things that everyone had heard about. The experiments. Black Rose. Unthinkable ‘progress’ in the name of science.
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn: “What if we didn’t have to hunt down the man? Ala Mhigo is free now. We could visit the old laboratory and see what we can find. Just.... since otherwise it would be pretty dangerous to hunt him down. Can’t imagine Garrett is waiting for us anywhere near Alliance soil.”
(Aiswyda Nuthalwyn) when I finally get a house I will grow us all allagan melons :D )) (Aislinn North) ((Lol! Then we can have a watermelon crushing contest with actual watermelons!)) (Aiswyda Nuthalwyn) haha!! that's dark. Are the allagan ones sentient?!? xD )) (Aislinn North) ((Oh no! Are they? Allagans, they made some weird, weird things.)) (Aiswyda Nuthalwyn) they might just be self propelled, like a water cooler that follows you. at least that's what I hope >:3 )) (Aislinn North) ((Yeah, I take it back if they're sentient!)) (Aiswyda Nuthalwyn) they're probably very tasty! >:D ))
Aislinn North lifted her head from the book in her lap, squinting in thought. "It might be a good place as any to start. I imagine he cleared out once Ala Mhigo was freed, but maybe looking around might jog a memory or two, if anything." she paused and glanced in Wyda's direction with a look that said the woman was absolutely right. "The man is notoriously hard to pin down. I believe his experiments went too far even for the Imperials. Now he's a free agent. Just...holed up somewhere...Doing Twelve's knows what." she shuddered at the thought. "I just...I'll do it, hunt him down because it needs to be done...but I can't say I'm looking forward to meeting him again."
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn raised a brow, and glanced away at the book open in her hands to shoot Lin a curious look. “These days, nothing seems too far for Imperials...But you met the bugger? Would you say he’s the bookish type, or the ‘guns blazing’ type of mage?”
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn: “Cause I wanna know. Cause you won’t be facing him alone, that’s for sure.” Wyda gestured to herself with a wide smile. “This life or the next, we’ll find Garrett and bring him to justice!”
Aislinn North felt a smile come over her at Wyda's insistence that she wasn't alone. But that smile slowly faded as she looked past Wyda's shoulder in search for an answer to her question. "The 'always one-step ahead of you' kind of mage?" she ventured. "His intelligence is...frightening. But he definitely prefers to let others get their hands dirty with the fighting."
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn: “That’s the worst sort to go up against. We’ll have to be doubly prepared then!” Wyda closed the book in front of her and, looking at the cover, just now noticed that she had been holding it upside down the entire time. Twelve forbid, she was more tired than she had realized! She could’ve sworn she was actually reading it, though now it felt likely that her mind was just playing tricks on her.
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn: “...step one, get a good night's rest and tackle this problem with fresh eyes. Come on, we’re both heading to bed.” Wyda was stern. No good in having the company discover the two of them, asleep beneath piles of books. It was time to sleep.
Aislinn North hung her head and let go a sigh. Wyda was right. Even if she came across something useful now, she'd probably miss it. She pushed the book aside and got to her feet. "Alright, alright." she reluctantly agreed.
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I’ve been taking a lot of screenshots as I’ve played through Splatoon 2, but I’ve neglected to upload them because it’s difficult to stop playing long enough to do so (whoops). However, I’m going to do so now in order to get caught up, and hopefully be better about posting screencaps of cool things in the future.
So, first, as per usual, the game starts off with a broadcast. In Splatoon, the Squid Sisters were the ones who always handled the broadcasts. But now, in the sequel---and I have little doubt this has a lot to do with the story mode, as well as just wanting to introduce new characters (and it wouldn’t surprise me if Marina being Octarian played into it), the broadcasts are handled by a pop duo known as Off the Hook, starring Pearl and Marina.
Anyway, the introductory broadcast to the game introduces the single-player campaign, of course, and I love how Pearl references the fact that the Octarians stealing the Great Zapfish is the exact same plot from the first game’s single-player campaign. However . . .
. . . there is a twist this time around, since Callie is “missing” as well. Hmmm . . .
Pearl gets over it pretty quickly, though, lmao. (And really, the fact that Pearl doesn’t care about the Great Zapfish is, I feel, another clue that Inkopolis doesn’t necessarily need it, at least not more than the Octarians might . . .)
Once the broadcast ends, the game decides to show you all the different features of Inkopolis Square, just in case you’re not bright enough to explore the place yourself. In so doing, it introduces the new Salmon Run part of the game . . .
I love how they keep hammering home that this is sketchy and shady and not that great, hahaha. That said, I get the feeling that the Salmonids, like the Octarians, are more victims than villains, despite how they’re being painted. I especially feel that way in this case, since we’re stealing their eggs for some sketchy dude’s profit. :/ Man . . .
Rude af. I can’t believe I have to already have a job and work experience to get a job to get work experience in Splatoon 2 as well. Art imitates life.
When you have more experience you can work, though, and like I said, I really love how they keep hammering home that this is not a good job, you are making a poor life choice.
Inklings can’t swim, though. Tf are you trying to say to me?
Anyway, after I did Salmon Run a couple of times, I went and played some (more) multiplayer, and . . .
I tried, OK. I did my best. I have no regrets. (Especially since I scored more points than anyone on the winning team, because remember: The winning team gets an extra 1000 points. The highest score anyone on the winning team had before the bonus was 729. I was better than that. Sadly, with two teammates disconnecting partway trhough the match, there was not a whole lot I could do . . .)
tfw you win a match by .3%.
And once again, I was the highest scoring person on my team, even if the highest scorer on the losing team had a slightly better score than I did. (Only slightly, though.) I’m still not as consistently good as I was in the first game, but I’m getting there. Once I have better gear / better weapons, I’m sure I’ll be back on top form, especially once I get used to all the new maps. (Though they better add Kelp Dome in an update at some point or so help me . . .)
Anyway, it soon became time for some story mode / single-player campaign playthrough, and once I realized I could unlock Hero Dualies this way, that’s all I’ve been doing. That said . . .
THERE SHE IS---THE BEST GIRL, THE SUPERIOR SQUID SISTER, MY LOVELY MARIE. ♥
When you go to talk to her, Marie explains about how she wants to go get the Great Zapfish back from the Octarians after they stole it, but that she can’t leave her post because that would mean leaving it defenseless, and so she needs someone else to go get it back and thinks you’d be perfect for the job. She also drops not-subtle hints about Callie, but those, I think, were supposed to be under her breath or in her inner thoughts. Regardless, she recruits you as Agent 4 (Callie was Agent 1, Marie is Agent 2, and you were Agent 3 in the first game) and sends you to go fight the Octarians. You may remember that I mentioned in an earlier post about how Marie is particularly savage toward the Octarians, and, well---
I was not kidding.
This really leads me to believe that Marie thinks that the Octarians kidnapped Callie as well as the Great Zapfish. Of course, I now think that Callie took the Great Zapfish when she defected to the Octarians, but Marie doesn’t seem to know / realize that’s what happened.
Rude af. I am Agent 3! (I can’t believe it’s already been two years since the first game came out, though, omfg.)
I can’t believe Marie betrayed me like this. (I looked it up and apparently the pineapple pizza debate was a Splatfest topic in the EU for the first game, and Marie was anti-pineapple, and they won . . . but I still feel so betrayed she’d take that stance in the first place. How could you Marie? I know you’ve betrayed me other times, with other Splatfest topics (the Red Version vs. Blue Version debate comes to mind---Callie was right there, too, and you know it), but still!
The win screen for whenever you clear a level is really cute, though.
. . . as is the screen when you clear it for the second time and rescue a Zapfish plushie instead, hahaha.
I can’t believe they dragged Spyke like this. (This is from the book you fill in as you find the pages in the levels. They’re similar to the sea scrolls from the first game, but are more current. ... Pun not intended.)
SHE’S INVESTED IN ME. ♥ Ily, Marie, even if you don’t know what good pizza is.
mfw:
YES, YES IT WAS. (I’m sorry, no offense to Off the Hook, but their catchphrase is just so stupid . . .)
Anyway, at the end of every section you have a boss battle, and there are wireless transmissions at the end of each boss battle. And at the end of the second boss battle . . .
HMMM, I WONDER . . .
I have the same reaction whenever Sheldon starts talking, tbh.
This was the second time I was forced to use a godforsaken charger in one of the maps, and I just
UNFORTUNATELY, despite it being a “request”, you don’t have the option to say no. You have to play through the level with the assigned weapon at least once. I already complained about this enough yesterday, so I won’t do it again, but god, I hate it so much, particularly since it means I have to play through most levels twice since you have to clear every level with your desired Hero weapon in order to unlock it for multiplayer, and I want the Hero Dualies. Ugh.
♥
Hahaha, I didn’t grab a screenshot of it, but in an earlier level after making a particularly risky jump, she asks if I consider myself to be “the reckless type”, and that she sure does consider me to be the reckless type. I mean, I am, I won’t deny it.
I love her.
mfw:
It was for a boss fight, too. I FELT SO #BLESSED. Oh, and here was the boss:
And then I destroyed him and his sweet new coat. Sorry, bro. :/ (Oh, and if you’re wondering, he was a boss from the first game, hence why he was “back”.)
But since this was a boss, that means that we had a post-battle wireless transmission, so . . .
She loves Callie so much. ;__; And I say this, because look at the word choice: “Even more than the Great Zapfish, I want to find my cousin Callie.” Marie is sending Agent Four after the Great Zapfish because she views it as a duty. This is a necessity, it’s something (and anyone she can recruit to help) must due because Inkopolis (supposedly) needs it. But she wants to find Callie, and she wants to find Callie even more than the Great Zapfish. Callie means that much to her. Callie is her best friend. Biologically, Callie might be her cousin, but in her heart, Callie is her sister. And something tells me she’s going to be in for a lot of emotional pain when she learns the truth . . . poor, poor Marie. ;__;
Anyway, she goes on to explain about how she’s Agent 2 and Callie was Agent 1, and---
OH, so THAT’S the excuse for why your inkling from the first game is just mysteriously out of the picture, haha. Though that begs the question . . . what is your inkling from the first game doing with Cap’n Cuttlefish? Why is your inkling from the first game with Cap’n Cuttlefish? Things aren’t safe with him! He’s not wise! He gets captured because he’s distracted by crabby cakes! Like, bruh! Have some sense!!
Anyway, then the transmission was interrupted again---
HMMM, I WONDER WHO IT COULD POSSIBLY BE . . . :/
I mean, I guess there’s still a chance that Callie hasn’t defected. Maybe she’s telling Marie to leave because she’s worried Marie will get hurt, or maybe she was kidnapped and is now brainwashed. Her eyes are red in that icon, after all (but so are the Octolings’, so that could just be because of some fancy goggles). Either way, that’s very obviously Callie, and if she’s helping the Octarians decorate their bases, something tells me she isn’t here unwillingly. Right now, I’m sticking by the theory that she is the one who stole the Great Zapfish (and all the other Zapfish) for the benefit of the Octarians, and that she has defected willingly because she has come to see that they aren’t all evil and that peace should be made between the two races. (Though why she isn’t working to actually make that peace doesn’t make sense. You’d think she’d come forward and talk to Marie (and Cap’n Cuttlefish) about it, rather than letting Marie think she had been kidnapped and is in serious danger, but . . . well. The plot has to happen some way, I guess.)
Anyway, I’ll post more as I can get to it. Stay tuned, and as always . . . stay fresh. ;D
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#;;SECRET AGENT [agent 4]#;;WHO CAME BEFORE [agent 3]#;;STAY FRESH [squid sisters]#;;DON'T GET COOKED [off the hook]#;;CUTE CRITTERS [sea creatures]#;;A NOT SO HAPPY WORKER [salmon run]#;;PAINT THE FLOOR [turf war]#;;PICK A SIDE [splatfest]#;;HEY SQUIDKID [inklings]#;;HEY OCTOKID [octolings]#;;THE ANCIENT ONES [human stuff]#;;LATEST THREADS [clothes]#;;SONGS OF THE SEA [music]#;;PRETTY IN INK [aesthetic]#;;WHERE THE ACTION IS [inkopolis]#;;ENEMY TURF [octo canyon]#;;GARBAGE DJ [octavio]#;;THE JUDGE [judd]
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;; OKAY I FINALLY FINISHED STORY MODE
I decided that Captain 3′s chosen name is San. She had a different name growing up, but decided to change it when she was given the “Agent 3″ moniker by Cuttlefish.
She’s pretty introverted, but she cares a lot about Callie and Marie. She sees Agent 4/Roku (who I’ll be adding) as a little sibling. Agent 8/Tako (another muse tba) is their student of sorts. They’re gay, your honor. New Agent 3/Neo (again muse tba) is someone she really is fond of. They have similar backgrounds, after all.
San has a scar on her eye from where the sanitation ink touched her. Luckily, the eye still works. Part of her wearing Cuttlefish’s hat is because 1. it looks cool 2. the brim helps hide the neon blue scar.
With people she doesn’t know well, San is pretty much mute. She can communicate in sign language and signals (such as Booyah!) and prefers these communication methods over talking 90% of the time.
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