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Scaline sharpened, grabbing the e-liter off her back and preparing a shot.

“I don’t know how you feel about salmon runnin’, but I’m one of the best.” She spoke quickly to the other inkling, “I think we got a chance. Just stay on your feet, don’t let it splat you.”

( @unsung-scrolls @friend-of-inkfish )

A deathly chill loomed over the fog-covered waters as the N.S.S. Mudskipper chopped across the bay. Except for the steady buzz of the massive propeller moving the boat forward, all was quiet. There was a mission to be done, and the Captain, Sango Squidbeak Cuttlefish, was the one to do it.

No cell signal out here, from the looks of it. Good thing Sango could use their radio if backup was necessary. Since this was near the Splatlands, they could most likely call in Agent 3 in the case of an emergency.

The stern Inkling gripped their Bamboozler and peered out as far into the fog as they could. Fortunately, as that Salmonid, "Tammie", said, the visibility in the area was better than usual. Soon enough, they would land at the shore of the site and meet up with Tammie and whomever else was joining the investigation.

...

There was a storm brewing... and as good ol' Gramps would say, Sango could feel it in their cuttles.

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The Grizzco employee’s eyes widened as her hand immediately went to face. “Oh my cod?? Oh my cod???” Her hearts were racing as she took steps backwards.

[ @friend-of-inkfish @unsung-scrolls @themechanicalking ]

A deathly chill loomed over the fog-covered waters as the N.S.S. Mudskipper chopped across the bay. Except for the steady buzz of the massive propeller moving the boat forward, all was quiet. There was a mission to be done, and the Captain, Sango Squidbeak Cuttlefish, was the one to do it.

No cell signal out here, from the looks of it. Good thing Sango could use their radio if backup was necessary. Since this was near the Splatlands, they could most likely call in Agent 3 in the case of an emergency.

The stern Inkling gripped their Bamboozler and peered out as far into the fog as they could. Fortunately, as that Salmonid, "Tammie", said, the visibility in the area was better than usual. Soon enough, they would land at the shore of the site and meet up with Tammie and whomever else was joining the investigation.

...

There was a storm brewing... and as good ol' Gramps would say, Sango could feel it in their cuttles.

[thepinkling]

Scaline blinked as she didn’t hesitate to follow behind the Salmonid… whatever was happening, she wanted to get a closer look. She didn’t even wait for the other inkling as her boots treaded forward.

( @friend-of-inkfish @unsung-scrolls )

A deathly chill loomed over the fog-covered waters as the N.S.S. Mudskipper chopped across the bay. Except for the steady buzz of the massive propeller moving the boat forward, all was quiet. There was a mission to be done, and the Captain, Sango Squidbeak Cuttlefish, was the one to do it.

No cell signal out here, from the looks of it. Good thing Sango could use their radio if backup was necessary. Since this was near the Splatlands, they could most likely call in Agent 3 in the case of an emergency.

The stern Inkling gripped their Bamboozler and peered out as far into the fog as they could. Fortunately, as that Salmonid, "Tammie", said, the visibility in the area was better than usual. Soon enough, they would land at the shore of the site and meet up with Tammie and whomever else was joining the investigation.

...

There was a storm brewing... and as good ol' Gramps would say, Sango could feel it in their cuttles.

[thepinkling]

Scaline seemed to frown at the dislike of her suit. Better not mention that she helped design them…

Seemingly humbled, she stepped towards the back of the group to follow the Salmonid and the other inkling.

[ @friend-of-inkfish @unsung-scrolls ]

A deathly chill loomed over the fog-covered waters as the N.S.S. Mudskipper chopped across the bay. Except for the steady buzz of the massive propeller moving the boat forward, all was quiet. There was a mission to be done, and the Captain, Sango Squidbeak Cuttlefish, was the one to do it.

No cell signal out here, from the looks of it. Good thing Sango could use their radio if backup was necessary. Since this was near the Splatlands, they could most likely call in Agent 3 in the case of an emergency.

The stern Inkling gripped their Bamboozler and peered out as far into the fog as they could. Fortunately, as that Salmonid, "Tammie", said, the visibility in the area was better than usual. Soon enough, they would land at the shore of the site and meet up with Tammie and whomever else was joining the investigation.

...

There was a storm brewing... and as good ol' Gramps would say, Sango could feel it in their cuttles.

[thepinkling]

And distantly on a Grizzco boat, the other curious inkling approached. Decked out in her pink slopsuit with all her little jingle-y medals and badges noting her achievements within Grizzco Industries and a patch that proudly displayed her rank of EVP 999 on her arm.

She had an e-liter covered in stickers strapped to her back as she hopped off the boat to join where the Salmonids and the singular inkling.

“Hello! Scaline Lamar, representing Grizzco Industries, at your service.” She introduced herself with a wave.

A deathly chill loomed over the fog-covered waters as the N.S.S. Mudskipper chopped across the bay. Except for the steady buzz of the massive propeller moving the boat forward, all was quiet. There was a mission to be done, and the Captain, Sango Squidbeak Cuttlefish, was the one to do it.

No cell signal out here, from the looks of it. Good thing Sango could use their radio if backup was necessary. Since this was near the Splatlands, they could most likely call in Agent 3 in the case of an emergency.

The stern Inkling gripped their Bamboozler and peered out as far into the fog as they could. Fortunately, as that Salmonid, "Tammie", said, the visibility in the area was better than usual. Soon enough, they would land at the shore of the site and meet up with Tammie and whomever else was joining the investigation.

...

There was a storm brewing... and as good ol' Gramps would say, Sango could feel it in their cuttles.

[thepinkling]

. . .

This seems like a may become an issue… and with Roe and Atlas so stressed… it might be time for another golden squad member to take this one on.

Salmonids tend to not question much with ghosts. Especially if you’ve seen someone like the Spector you kinda just accept that anything is possible.

So, I kept waking up in the night as usual. Eventually I gave up on getting more sleep. I ended up going to my little camp where I keep my creations and items I’m working on. It’s a little ways away, but it’s quiet and safe from most threats usually. It was a bit of a foggy night. I was just putting together parts for someone’s scrapper when I heard the weirdest sound.

It was a small fry. I listened carefully. It went away. I just shook my head and went back to work. It was late after all. Then I heard it again. I sighed, calling out. No response other than sounds of a small fry playing. Eventually I did hear some other chum speaking, so I got up. I assumed someone was checking to see where I went, but I wasn’t seeing or smelling anyone for that matter. I went back to my camp, keeping a frying pan close.

Here’s where it gets weird- it began to sound like a whole crowd of voices. I was about to go back to the others when I got started by a friend, Wizened Trader. I almost whacked him with my pan. He had noticed I was up but judging by his shaking, he seemed to notice what I also did. As we grew closer we only heard more and more voices. Wasn’t just lessers- voices of every kind of salmonid. Even kings. We eventually saw two distant glowing lights. Like the lights of a steel eel. Sounded like a whole bunch of clanking parts. Like… I don’t know what to compare it to. Sounded like a whole run was going on but I knew it wasn’t close to any of the egg sites.

Then, the voices all spoke in unison? Before it seemed indistinguishable but this was clear. “Something’s here.”

I was about to answer or approach but Wizened Trader said it would be best to come back with a group. I hated that he was right.

As we left, I could hear the speaking more. Indistinguishable conversations meshed with stuff like “leaving” “was anything there at all?” “I heard something” “maybe not” and various indistinguishable stuff again. Though a few of the comments seemed random? Like something about someone missing food and the most unsettling was “why did the inkfish do this?” followed by “trapped” and that was the last thing I heard from… whatever that was.

If it was just me I would have been asked if I dreamt it or maybe consumed some weird gummies while in splatsville, but wizened trader was with me so we both were pretty much believed

Texted Cyclone and he was at first annoyed I woke him up with the notification and then just said “okay” and then when I sent another message it was left on read. Typical of him.

Doubt many Inkfish will believe this honestly but eh. Neat story either way.

[thepinkling]

Jo e

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If I saw something. No I didn’t. Heheh.

Have a good show tonight! I’ll probably be on one of the rooftops watching along with Sockeye. Hehe.

GOOD MORNING EVERYBODY I JUST STOLE A FUCKING BIG SHOT CANNON FROM GRIZZCO

I WILL NOT GIVE IT BACK

FIREWORKS TONIGHT GONNA BE LIT

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“Hold on Fennel. I’m calling 9-1-1! Hang in there!” The nervous inkling spoke as she took a deep breath and put her shell phone up to her ear.

“Hi! Emergency Services? Yes, my name is Scaline Lamar… I’m at the Grizzco Inkopolis Square location, someone poisoned one of our managers…”

How was she able to put that all together? Scaline works in mysterious ways.

“Thank you, thank you, yes, I’ll stay by her side until you guys show up.”

Now she waits…

“Hey Fennel! I was asked to drop off some papers from the B—“

. . .

“Fennel??? Oh cod…”

- Scaline [ @thepinkling ]

Fennel was conked out hard, lying on the floor of the room. There was a thin white foam at her mouth, and spilled coffee from her grounded thermos next to her. She was... breathing, at least.

[thepinkling]

“Whatever they throw at us next, we’ll be ready.” She smiled with confidence, “What team are you going for Grand Festival? I’m undecided between Present and Future.”

“D-D-Did we win? Is it over?”

[ @antifreelancer ]

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WHY AREN’T THEY RETREATING??? WHY WON’T THEY GIVE UP???? IF ANYTHING THEY’RE PUSHING HARDER!!! GUYS??

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. . .

I didn’t think this was possible.

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Good job, employees. We've hit the quota far earlier than scheduled. Keep going, and I'll keep rewarding.

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nice

nice

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I’m down on the ground at the Grand Splatlands Bowl with the rest of the Golden Squad as we secure and evacuate the last remaining construction jellies that really didn’t want to clock out.

We’re about an hour from the predicted arrival of the Salmonids and you can feel it in the air. I’m not too sure how to describe it, but I feel the magnetic pull in my ink.

To my fellow opening shift employees, as we prepare to fight the fish back, I ask you keep your eyes and ears open. We must make sure that only permitted employees are on site. Please report any suspicious behavior to management. If you see something. Say something.

Please be aware that tampering with Grizzco equipment is against the law and you WILL be caught and charged. We have no tolerance for this kind of action no matter what the reason behind it is. Lives are on the line. Everything we swore to protect is on the line. Now is not the time to try and be an activist. You could die out here. Don’t risk it.

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Yayyy! Employees are starting to get my latest slopsuit design. I created this slopsuit with the idea of unity in mind, as we all have to work together, so I used Grizzco’s main colors to make something sleek and effective.

I think they turned out great!