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fish-at-fish-fish-resort · 7 months

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holds out hands . may i hear your oc lore

since this is a sequel to this unanswered ask from my main

ill give you my agents (and 2 related ocs) bc giving you all the ocs in one post will be really hard i have SO MANY. too many. ANYWAY sillies under cut!!!

lets start with 3 because thats where the timeline starts

heres a p old timeline drawing thingy that still holds up i think

yeah just read through it. holds up. three is mostly the target of self projection lmao.

smore fun facts ab them:

they were team callie in the s1 final fest

they are wildly competitive

they sleep with an eyemask on bc the scrred eye glows in the dark (it bothers eight)

they value abilities over looks on gear so most their outfits are atrocious unless someone forces them to look good.

they can speak octarian

if they had a penny for every time they let an octarian who just got to inkopilis live with them theyd have two pennies. which isnt a lot but its weird it happened twice right?

which brings us to the next one which is actually an octoling oc i made back in like 2016??? def splatoon 1 era. shes been redesigned a bajillion times but the story is mostly the same. after the octavio fight she is also one of those octos who tried to get to inkopolis. this one was found by three who was like. i jave no idea what ur saying ur coming with the the old man totes knows octarian from his divorce. this n that and they teach eachother language and culture and its sweet and cool and they probabyl had some wlw stuff going on until 3 had a wholeass gender crisis

this is her btw. the drawing on the right is more up to date. im still thinking of renaming her. ill never find a name that fits. her original name was marianna but thats too close to marina!!!!!

shes also a fashion designer! she likes to use traditional octarian or military designs in her clothes. her pieces are not meant for turf wars though. shes still in close contact with three, and they hang out a lot. she wants to get three to ask the squid sisters if they could wear some of her clothes on a splatfest. three forgets.

next up!!!!! agent 4. i have two of those. they independently became agent 4 and then unrelatedly also became college roommates.

hash is more of a canon adjacent agent 4. poser, loser, really dramatic and really loud. kidna does whatever they want and also likes to leave graffitti on the kettles they clear. theyre also an only child. they also call marie mom jsut to annoy her. also their hairstyle is the bob in the front but the back is spiky/shaved. theyre a silly lil punk.

ikarus is a cynical asshole. and also a self centered poser whos set on looking cool for whoevers watching. he has 2 younger siblings and 1 older sister. hes from outside greater inkopolis, thinks hes better than the in city inkopolitans but behaves the exact same. he sucks i love him. he really looks up to n respects marie bc she reminds him of his elder sister. his fav brand is toni kensa

ikarus got the agent job first, n got rlly mad when they found out that theres another agent 4 bc he didnt show up enough nd marie just hired someone else. they share a uniform. they try to annoy eachother by puttinf the weirdest smelling stuff in the uniform b4 leaving it at the canyon. when talking ab em as agent 4 i like to use #4 for hash and n°4 for ikarus

the two also have a 3rd roommate

she doesnt have a name though. and if she does i forgot it :(

the three actually make a pretty good unit in their apartement. hash and ikarus only find out theyre both agent 4 when its time for the boss fight and both of them show up to get it done with. theyre both very competitive. they end up fighting over it and hash wins. ikarus is on the truck w sheldon and marie and is yelling insults at the battlefield until marie shuts him up so she can sing.

thw three roommates also always do salmon run shifts together. if they fuck up on a wave they always blame it on the one freelancer. yes they also kiss.

for eight i actually made this ref here recently!

theyve always been really fascinated with inklings and also were going to become an engineer before running off and landing in the metro.

they are very well spoken but also pretty shy. they try to make a good impression on people. finds it hard to trust others.

it took a while until he got used to sleeping in a bed. still sleeps with an eye open sometimes. its a habit.

theyre usualyl the one forcing three into at least okay looking clothes. oh also this tall loser likes to wear heels n platforms. hes literally taller than marina and still wears heels.

he actually started learning inklish back in octo valley from really outdated books. after coming to inkopolis hes been given a buncha annotated language books from marina (and from three, who still had the ones they used w the other octo girlie). but they still end up using some really old phrases and words that kinda leave some people perplexed.

oh also they're not THAT good at fighting (they were never a soldier) theyre smart and persistent though. still ended up severely in debt w pearl bc of the metro. pearl offered he can just work as stage crew for off the hook for a few tours or so and theyre good. he took the offer immediately bc bro barely got income to repay that all normally.

#whew that was barely organized but ummm yayyyy thats them!!!!#i have WAY more ocs but these are the agentssss #keep asks coming!!!!!#agent 4 #agent 3 #agent 8 #ikarus #hash #eight #three #splatoon agent ocs #splatoon agents #new squidbeak splatoon #splatoon oc #splatoon #fin scratching

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Better Eight Than Never --- Chapter 30: Why I hacked the ink lab

Warning: Contains topics of ableism

“Is there room for one more?”

“Of course!”

Hachi folded her arms as she watched the quartet of squidlings hug. Such intimacy… physical affection… it felt so foreign to her. Many octolings didn’t have the time to dedicate to such displays, and nobody ever did it for her. She gripped the railing behind her with both hands. Was this really even so different from back home? She felt so alone up here, she’d still feel just as alone when she got back…

“’Ey! Limpy!” Hissed an all too familiar voice, which shook her from her thoughts.

She spun around, looking down off the ramp to see someone below her. He was wearing octoling armor, with the only change from the protocol being an inkling helmet slammed onto his head. It was Oz alright. One of his long, all too octoling tentacles slipped out just enough to gesture her to jump down, and then held up a containment tank to hide her in.

She hesitated, for much longer than she’d ever admit, before climbing over the railing and jumping down toward Oz, who lifted the tank toward her. She transformed, then slipped into the tank, clinging to the sides as Oz plunged the containment tank into his main tank and started moving. She watched the world pass by through the purple-tinted light, and sighed. What had she been thinking? The surface wasn’t that good, was it? Why had she hesitated? There was nothing for her up here. Besides, this place was filled with the people who’d wanted to kill all octolings. Her brow wrinkled slightly. Before she’d gotten stuck up here… would she have called Squidlings ‘people’? She wasn’t sure. She squeaked as Oz began to remove her tank, and transformed as soon as he tipped her out into a dank alley.

“Hah, ‘s‘bout time I came up an got ya.” Oz said, removing his helmet.

“What even took you so long?” Hachi scoffed, standing up and brushing off her legs. “And what was the deal with you abandoning me anyway!? I had my mask on! You could have told me the plan!”

Oz frowned, his tentacles beginning to coil in anger. “Tha was Orion’s call, ‘e didn’t tell me tha plan meant leavin’ ya.-” He started to walk past her, toward the kettle that they both knew was hidden here. “-If ‘e’d told me, I’da told ‘im ta leave me, an take ya.”

“As if.” She scoffed. “You’d never do that.”

Oz paused, one foot on the kettle’s grating. “… Olympiah… This ain’t even a real mission, an ya think I wouldn’t give somehin’ up fer ya? Do ya even know me at all? Or are ya jus jealous tha I got ta be an elite instead a ya?”

“… This… They didn’t even send you officially to come get me?” She growled. “They really were going to leave me?”

“Ya are a defect, jus in case ya ain’t forgotten. Those rambunctious tentacles ya got? If ya can’t control ‘em ya migh strangle someone someday! Tha allergy ya ‘ave? It costs people a lota time, an tha taste thin ya got? Yah can’t eat ‘alf tha food they give ya! An tha ain’t even gettin’ ta tha part where sometimes ya jus freeze up an go all quiet.” He replied, turning to face her. “If it was my call, I’da come back for ya righ away, but the ‘igher ups, includin’ Orion, ‘ave different priorities. Now are ya comin’ ‘ome or not?”

She grimaced, then looked away. “Fine… Let’s go already.”

He nodded briefly, then transformed and slipped into the kettle, which hissed and popped before sending him away. She stared after him for a moment before following suit.

Olypmiah shook off her tentacles as she popped out of the other end of the kettle, and then took a deep breath of the dank air. It was missing something compared to the world she’d just left, but it was familiar, and welcoming. She opened her eyes, then flinched and took a step back as she was met with a wall of troops, in the dead center of which was Orion.

“Oz, what did you do?” He growled, his cyboric eye flashing with rage.

“Oh, ya know, jus did wha I was ‘sposed ta.” Oz replied. “Not leave a member a tha pod stranded wit no ‘ope a rescue.”

Orion folded his arms, standing tall. “Your orders were to leave her. In her report, she claimed she was carrying some sort of flu! Do you even realize what that could do to the population?”

Oz frowned. “… Tha’s wha quarantine's for. Ya jus neva liked ‘er.”

Orion bared his beak. “I’ll have a word with you later, oversee the drills at the training camp until then.”

Oz saluted, his tentacles slightly swooping to convey his distaste, and then super jumped away.

With him out of the way, Orion’s attention was turned back toward her, causing her to swallow to keep her bubbling fear at bay. It was so hard to be angry at someone when they were right in front of you, and had biceps larger than your head. “You’re coming with me. You have some explaining to do.”

“Yes sir.” She mumbled, allowing soldiers to come to either side of her as she was escorted to the next kettle. In training they’d briefed her about quarantine, and it didn’t sound fun. It took forever, and if you did actually have a highly infectious disease, you could be in there for dozens of shifts… best to get this over with.

At first, it was much like she expected, saliva samples were taken, she was given a scorching chemical misting, then an ink bath, her clothes were taken and replaced with new itchy ones, her ink pressure was taken, and so on and so forth. It was increasingly grueling, but finally she was let into a room with a table, and two chairs. On the far side of the table, Orion sat, arms folded. “… What are you doing here?” She asked, her back tentacles looping together to keep from coiling into a threatening position.

“Sit down.” He said.

“Are… Are you debriefing me?” She asked.

“I said sit.” He repeated.

She winced, then sat down, clasping her hands in her lap.

They sat and stared at each other for a long while, though Olympiah felt exposed and vulnerable without her goggles.

“What did you learn about Yuri?” Orion asked finally.

“All I learned was that Yuri came into contact with the four individuals who’d held me captive.” She replied firmly.

“What did you know prior to this?” He asked.

“I knew that he was turned into water, a breakthrough for science.” She said. “We were unable to find and detain him.”

“Did your captors learn anything from you?”

“They learned that I knew about him.” She took a deep breath. “Are you interrogating me?”

Orion’s ears twitched, and he stood up. “Do you know any of our enemy’s plans?”

“They’re going to ‘splatfest’ next shift. They’ll be on ‘team waffle’.” She said, feeling a tingle run down her back. The fact that Orion hadn’t answered her question was all too telling. He thought she was an enemy. A traitor.

“What color ink will they be using?” Orion asked.

“… Purple, I think. That’s the color of the entire team.”

He smirked very slightly, as if this was good news. Well, it was good news for them, Squidlings and Octolings had a different ink structure, so even if the colors matched, they could still be splatted. Actually no, now she was even more confused, why would their ink color even matter?

“Do you know where the sirens will be?” He continued, walking around the table.

”I am not entirely certain, they may be still in that zapfish plaza.”

“You do remember that you are sworn to serve the MC until death?”

She swallowed. “Of course, why wouldn’t I?”

“Squidlings have a habit of corrupting people’s brains. Making you forget that your own people matter first.” Orion said. “It’s something you should be keen you don’t succumb to.”

“Is that a threat?” She asked.

“A reminder-” He huffed, placing a hand on her shoulder. “-that if you break that oath, you will pay dire consequences.”

Just then, a door across from them slid open, and a doctor stepped in. “Alright Miss Olympiah Windsley… We’ve ran the samples we took, and it appears you’ve just got a case of the common cold.”

“I am well aware.” Orion said, beginning to make strides toward the door.

“You what?” Olypmiah demanded, hand gripping the arm of her chair. “You put me through all of that for nothing!?”

He turned a deaf ear to her, and simply left the room without a reply. That filthy son of a slime…

“Well, regardless Miss, you’re free to go, and you’ll find your belongings in the changing rooms, unless you’d like to stay and donate that defective tongue of yours so we can make bionic replacements.” The doctor said as they held out her mask.

“Yeah, no.” She huffed, standing up and snatching her mask before leaving to change. It wasn’t fair, she… she wasn’t defective. She grimaced, remembering that Bato had been the one to tell her that. She couldn’t let herself romanticize those memories. Maybe Orion was right… maybe Squidlings did change the way you thought. But… was it really wrong to want to be seen as normal? She knew deep down that could never happen, she was so different in so many ways down here… and up there, she was an octoling. There was nowhere for her to just… exist.

She pulled the laces on her boots tight, tugged to make sure the knot wouldn’t come loose, then she sat back and slouched for a moment. She was… actually tired from sitting so straight. The surface had no ‘proper posture’ it seemed, so they slouched all the time, and her back injury had made her do the same. As she sat, everything that’d happened the past few shifts whirled around her head like an ink tornado. What even was the plan? She realized she had no idea. She’d never been told anything about how they’d take back the surface, except that it probably wouldn’t bode well for the squidlings. She supposed that was the point, get revenge for everything that had happened so long ago… Against the people who’d shoved them into this pit to die. If they tried to take the surface back by force, they’d all perish, wouldn’t they? They were outnumbered several to one. Something stank about this… The army was hiding something, she could feel it. They had to know how many people there were up there, they had to know what fucking rain was! She had to find out what was going on, she decided, her hands balling with conviction. But where should she go? It wasn’t like people would just give her the information… Where would data like this be kept? This was all tied to the ink, wasn’t it? Things only had started getting crazy down here after that whole Yuri incident… so this must be tied to the ink research and development labs. She wasn’t sure how much clearance she had, after all she was defective… But she knew about masks, and about computers, and she supposed… if she was going to be digging around anyway, hacking would have to be the way to go about it. She’d get some sleep first, it’d been so long since she was in her own bed… But she’d also have to get her rations, cook and eat them… maybe even sit around alone before falling asleep… Maybe she’d change her mind by then, after all, what she was thinking of doing was a felony, she assumed…

Was she really a traitor?

No, there was no way she’d actually do this.

As she stood outside the ink research and development lab, she wondered exactly how her life had gone this wrong. She took a deep breath, then stepped up to the doors, which slid open as her mask came within proximity. Apparently she had clearance to the sector. The walls inside were smooth and made of some sort of steel, giving the building a cold feel to it. She used her mask to check the map, and found that the building consisted greatly of intersecting passageways, most of which wrapped around square or rectangular rooms. To her left the rest of the building was blacked out, hiding the map from her. Knowing her luck, what she wanted was in there, but she was still going to search around here instead.

She’d been so focused on the map, she’d neglected to look where she’d been going, and ran into an elite who’d just turned the corner. She squeaked and saluted, not meeting their gaze.

“Olypmiah? What in the name of Octavio’s ghost are you doing here?”

Olypmiah murmured ‘may he rest in peace’ under her breath before looking up at the elite. It was Oana, her old childhood friend… What was she doing here? Her stern stance told her she wasn’t exactly happy to see her. “I… Um...”

“Don’t tell me you’re the new soldier that’s been assigned here...” Oana groaned, massaging her forehead.

“… It… i-it would be quite fortuitous, wouldn’t it?” She asked, realizing that this was just the lucky break she needed.

“Of course you are. It’s not like there’s anyone more competent left.” Oana said, causing Olypmiah to cringe. “Orion must want me to watch over you in light of your recent… excursion. Well, come on then, time to show you your patrol route.” She turned on her heel and began to walk through the maze of hallways.

Olympiah blinked and briskly walked after her. “What am I looking out for?” She asked.

“Anyone who shouldn’t be here, basically. Someone who doesn’t know what they’re doing. You also need to keep an eye out for escaped squidlings.” Oana said, turning to the right.

Olympiah had to walk a little faster to keep up with Oana’s longer strides. “Escaped squidlings? What would any squidlings be doing down here?”

“Ugh… you really are dense… every squidling we capture on the surface is brought down here for testing, and we’re about to get in a rush of them, so you’ll have your hands full. Make sure everyone in here is supposed to be here, if one squidling gets out, our entire facility could become compromised.”

She swallowed as she listened, wondering how Oana would react if she found out she was one of the people she should be looking out for…

“This room here is the processing lab.” Oana said, stopping in front of a door and opening it up so Olypmiah could see inside. “The squids are sent down the chute in containment tanks, and land in the trough. They are then taken, weighed, have a DNA sample taken, their weapons extracted and stored, and then they are tranquilized so they can be put into the safe. This is one of the rooms you must be most vigilant about.”

She nodded her understanding. “Right. I think I get it.”

“Think you get it, screens above...” Oana turned and kept walking until they reached another door. “This is the squid safe. You will have to enter here regularly to make sure that all the containment tanks are still properly secured and in position. There’s none in there at the moment, so you can check on your first unsupervised circuit.”

“Understood.” She replied, feeling a twinge of sadness. Oana used to care so much about her, it felt so weird having her treat her with such disdain… It’d been so long… was there any way to repair the friendship they once had? Probably not, considering she was just going to turn around and betray her… Sorry Oana…

She lead her onward again, pointing out several more doors, and how they should remain closed, then stopped by one final door. “This door leads to the computer records, you must peek in there to make sure that nobody is tampering with the computers, but you can’t set foot in the room otherwise, or you will be fired immediately.”

“Understood.” Olympiah replied, trying to stand firm. That was exactly the room she needed, her hearts all felt heavy with curiosity… or was that dread? Best to get it over with as soon as possible. “When do I begin patrolling on my own?”

“Four more escorted circuits.” Oana huffed, before turning to lead the way again.

Olypmiah cringed, her feet were already hurting after just one loop! The world really wanted to torture her… “Can I try on my own?” She asked suddenly. “I’ll send you a message if I need help. It’ll be just like old times.”

Oana froze and turned, light on her mask flickering as she thought. “… Fine. Don’t make me regret this.”

“I won’t.” Olypmiah promised. “I’m a fast learner, and a hard worker.”

The elite looked over her a little longer, then turned and got back to her own duties.

Olympiah sighed in relief, then began to patrol, it’d be less suspicious to complete one loop before stopping at the computer room. How was she going to look at that data without being caught anyway? They’d be able to tell she was in the room by her tracker… hell, she was already in considerable danger because of that damn thing… She wasn’t supposed to be here at all. It was really too late to turn back. She’d just have to work fast and hope for the best.

When she looped back to the computer room, she glanced over her shoulder before opening the door. It was brightly lit, neatly organized, and arranged so it would be incredibly hard to hide. She swallowed and checked behind herself one more time before briskly walking into the room, making sure that the door closed behind her before walking over to the terminal. She sat and synced up her mask, not surprised at all when it told her she was unauthorized to be there. All she had to do was open up her toolkit and run her password tool, the sort usually used for mask repair, and then feed the machine the correct password. Once that was done she routed the reply into a new tab, thus bypassing the authorization screen. Easy as using an inkrail. She flipped through the files, frowning in thought. What should she even be looking for? She ran a keyword search for Yuri, and narrowed down the results drastically. Many of these files were encrypted, and she was fairly sure she didn’t have time to break into them, but there were some other ones she could look at… but she was using up an awful lot of her time already, and the next patrol could be there any moment. With a grimace, she started to download all the files, telling herself she could read them while walking.

[Progress: 5% complete.] [Progress: 6% complete.]

How big were these? She glanced over her shoulder, beak bared. She couldn’t let herself be caught, not now! She set her mask to remain on, then took it off and slipped it behind one of the larger servers. Hopefully it wouldn’t get overheated back there. She then stood up straight and looked around desperately for somewhere to hide. She felt herself freeze up. What if she couldn’t hide well enough? What if she was caught? What if she was killed? Everywhere was within sight of the doorway, except.. the door itself, which slid into the wall when it was opened. Oh glorious kelp strands this had better work. She ran at the door and transformed, suctioning herself to the cold metal and flattening herself out as much as possible before screwing her eyes shut. Any second now…

Not more than a moment after she’d secured herself to the door, it slid open, squeezing her into the wall. She had to grit her beak to avoid squeaking in pain as one of her tentacles got caught in the door’s mechanisms. It would be alright, that was one of her head tentacles, it would grow back if it got ripped off. Though, that was something she didn’t want to think about… She swallowed and kept her grip firm, wondering what was taking so long. After what felt like an eternity, the door finally slid shut. She heaved a sigh of relief and let go of the wall, transforming and massaging her pinched tentacle, which was writhing around in pain. “I know, I know, I’m sorry.” She murmured, then went back over to her mask and slipped it back on.

[Progress: 99% complete.] [Progress: 100% complete.]

She sighed in relief. She wouldn’t have to do that again. Her tentacles were wriggling around to clean all the dust and cobwebs off of themselves, and she wouldn’t have been surprised if they revolted if she had to put them back in there. She crept over to the door and opened it, and when she saw nobody outside, she walked out and got back to the patrol. That was way too close. Now what had she learned? This had better be worth it…

[Incident Report 5661]

[Miss Vitrel, highly respected scientist, allegedly punched a guard after being told that her ink experiments will be canceled, as per the orders of DJ Octavio.]

Octavio? This had been going on that long? Why was this tagged with Yuri’s name?… And who was Miss Vitrel?

[Progress report 35667]

[Miss Vitrel’s ‘inking bullet’ technology has been used to change samples of octoling ink into other colors, a feat not achieved since the destruction of the great library. Spawner construction is currently halted due to the unstability of the mixture, and the death of her latest subject.]

[Progress report 35698]

[Miss Vitrel was allowed one more subject, who survived but later disappeared, and is now presumed dead. Steps may be taken to remove her from the labs.]

[Progress report 36006]

[Miss Vitrel was successful in altering the ink structure of a squidling on the surface, however he was unable to be captured. Miss Vitrel has been granted more test subjects, and the collection of squidlings shall begin immediately. This project has been dubbed ‘tidal wave’, and will be searching for a way to change individuals into water for the military.

Known abilities:

Highly resilient, able to heal at a greatly increased rate

Able to meld with the consciousness of another and take them as a host.

Unable to be splatted by water

Known weaknesses:

None

Goal:

Create super soldiers able to take the surface by force and sheer adaptability.]

[Progress report 36013] [Project Tidal Wave has been canceled and been succeeded by Project Moonlight. Details are confidential.]

Olypmiah swallowed. Yuri had been able to take over people’s bodies? No wonder they’d wanted to replicate those results… Imagine what they could do… She felt sick, having to stop and lean against the wall. What would they do with this if not make super soldiers? Control people, obviously. Control squidlings and use them to tear the surface asunder. And when that was done? What would stop them from turning this force against their own people? She tried to go to the next file, but they were all encrypted. She could try to crack it, but did she really have the time? They might kill her if they found out she had this… She took a deep breath, then began to delete all the files. She knew what she needed to anyway, that she didn’t agree with the course of action the military was taking. But what should she do now? If she tried to stop them, they could all die down here, they all knew the domes couldn’t last much longer. But if they carried out their plan… whatever it was, they’d all die on the surface. There really wasn’t a win for anyone…

“Out of the way!”

She yelped and pressed herself against the wall as a lab worker rolled a cart filled with dozens of containment tanks into the squid safe, each tank filled with a single unconscious purple blob. Oh no, they’d started collecting the squids they’d need. The ones she’d told them about. She ran to the doorway of the lab and looked inside, where the containment tanks were coming down the chute one by one and into the trough for processing. There had to be a hundred of them, all being labeled and prepared for storage, and somewhere in this mess was Bato.

That gave her an idea.

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