thepinkling

[thepinkling]

Well… that’s interesting… I guess the trash takes itself out!

Good job you guys out there! Wish I could’ve joined you. :3

waoh I just jumped a salmo-octo-phobic guy with the help of a bunch of salmonids

thanks Tammie and friends I got the entire thing on video :3

don't tell Shallow and Haggy (they would be so proud of us)

[thepinkling]

Hey uh… I have some concerns about a worker of yours named Cyclone.

Someone I know has some… less than pleasant opinions about Octarians so I’m trying to take this with a grain of salt.

Though some things I do know are true, like him stealing weapons from grizzco’s arsenal, however he seems to mostly do that for monetary gain. He sells them.

Apparently he worked really closely with salmonids- and I think that’s worrisome. If we let the salmonids get out of control who knows what would happen! Little the slimy bastards need to stay off our turf.

For all we know he could be giving secrets to the salmonids. He’s way too comfortable with them.

Besides… the guy says someone he knows is trying to learn more about the dome. I don’t think someone who worked with salmonids should be trusted, and apparently someone in the plaza is making some weird conspiracy he’s selling weapons to the Octarians and salmonids because he was seen giving material to a steel eel once, and he acted weird about the situation

Make what you will

(The worker who wrote this didn’t put their name on the form… must want to remain anonymous)

. . .

Hmpt. Forwarding this to Roe’s email, suggesting to add a unit on Salmonid-Octarian trade in training.

I probably should message Cyclone. That’s a little too much information to learn about someone through hear-say. That anti-octo scum really has it out for him huh?

Should probably figure it out who it is before they do anymore damage.

[thepinkling]

Oh! By the way folks!

If I hear a single one of you being a bigot over our Octarian friends, I will personally be in your walls to splat you! ^_−☆

I ain’t bluffing. I do not tolerate any kinds of hate. (๑>◡<๑)

[thepinkling]

Sounds no different than Sockeye and Roe. Hah!

Let me grab my equipment and then we can catch a chopper.

If I hear one more coworker say call this rotation “random boner” I’m going to scream.

I’m not high enough for this.

Just say a random rotation at Bonerattle. Please take your job seriously.

I’ve barely taken a break in days. I was told to rest for a bit and I pretty much just sleep a bit and wash my tentacles, then come back.

[thepinkling]

I believe you. It probably isn’t the things that people think is happening.

You aren’t alone. And… I don’t want to leave you alone when you are mentally stressed.

. . .

You know what, can I join you for a salmon run?

If I hear one more coworker say call this rotation “random boner” I’m going to scream.

I’m not high enough for this.

Just say a random rotation at Bonerattle. Please take your job seriously.

I’ve barely taken a break in days. I was told to rest for a bit and I pretty much just sleep a bit and wash my tentacles, then come back.

[thepinkling]

No no no no, hey look, I’m not here to belittle you or pity you over whatever. . . You are someone I would consider a friend, and friends do something when their friend tells them they fear “getting dragged down to the domes.”

You don’t have to tell me anything. . . But please let me protect you. Would you like to stay with me for a little bit? You wouldn’t have to worry about people finding you since you’d be with me.

If I hear one more coworker say call this rotation “random boner” I’m going to scream.

I’m not high enough for this.

Just say a random rotation at Bonerattle. Please take your job seriously.

I’ve barely taken a break in days. I was told to rest for a bit and I pretty much just sleep a bit and wash my tentacles, then come back.

[thepinkling]

Oh my cod??

Cyclone, this is definitely NOT fine!

Do you genuinely feel unsafe? I want to make sure you’re okay.

If I hear one more coworker say call this rotation “random boner” I’m going to scream.

I’m not high enough for this.

Just say a random rotation at Bonerattle. Please take your job seriously.

I’ve barely taken a break in days. I was told to rest for a bit and I pretty much just sleep a bit and wash my tentacles, then come back.

[thepinkling]

Hey, Cyclone, buddy, I think you need to a genuine break.

I can tell something’s up, want to sit and talk about it?

If I hear one more coworker say call this rotation “random boner” I’m going to scream.

I’m not high enough for this.

Just say a random rotation at Bonerattle. Please take your job seriously.

I’ve barely taken a break in days. I was told to rest for a bit and I pretty much just sleep a bit and wash my tentacles, then come back.

[thepinkling]

Scaline didn’t say a word, only messing with her reflective vest with her gloved hands.

She wanted to rip it off her body, throw it into a fire to burn. But she knew she couldn’t… Grizzco has given her everything. Roe believed in her enough to get her a position where she could design clothes… her true passion.

She was way too deep into this mess to back out, now… she prayed that Roe’s plan to fix everything will work… she hoped that she has the time to fix everything.

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]

“I thought I was apart of the cycle. . . I thought this is what you guys fought for. Fighting for something in battle… dying for that cause, I thought that’s what you guys were all about.”

She threw her helmet against the ground in a fit of anger.

@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 unstrapped her helmet and took it off, holding it to her heart and giving the Salmonid spirits her upmost respect.

“May your trip be delicious, and your soul be umami.”

She whispered the Salmonid death rite to the mechanical king. She looked like she was on the verge of tears but she was holding herself back.

[ @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]

“Oh so they can say whatever they want, but the moment I speak up, I’m the problem?” She snapped.

“I said some words, none of them meant to be insulting, and they shot an illegal special at me, but I’m the problem??”

She groaned, as she stomped back, her large boots splashing in the small puddles of water.

[ @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]

. . .

Well shit.

Her salmon running instincts kicked in as she jumped back into her ink, rushing away from the wail fired at her, and as the wail followed, she jumped out of the ink into a squid roll to jump over its beams like it was a stinger’s ray.

[ @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 clenched her fists, stopping in her pursuit of the other inkling.

She turned to face the mechanical king… and spoke in the fish’s native tongue.

“This. Is not a murder suit. My work. Isn’t a murder suit. These suits were designed after the disappearance of two children… in the hopes that a tragedy would never happen again. Do not use MY WORK to fuel your own fury, when you do not know why it was created.”

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 kept her eyes on the other inkling, quickly flipping through her options. She took a deep breath before diving after S.

“Lone squid, aren’t we?” She called out to them, “That could get you killed out here!”

[ @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]

The Grizzco employee sighed, “I-I don’t feel right about this. I understand that death is a very important part of your way of life, but I feel like just shooting this machine down wouldn’t do any good…” she paused, messing with her uniform, “I want to understand… I want to know how it got to this point, I want it to leave in true peace, not just as a way to stop the pain.”

[ @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]

She only hummed as she looked down, the brim of her hard hat covering her eyes slightly.

[ @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.