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jackabeelounge2017-01-28 08:36 pm
agent3) wrote in jackabeelounge2017-01-28 08:36 pm
Ink is Never White or Black
Who: Thida and Thaum
Where: The Octarian Kettles
When: After Cap'n Cuttlefish's kidnapping, but before the final boss in Splatoon's 1st player campaign
Open/Closed: Closed
Rated: PG 13 for violence and themes of racism
What: He's a mimic octopus. She's the secret agent infiltrating his home to dismantle a rebellion. This was never going to end well.
[There had been a touch of coldness to Thida's movements in the kettles after the Cap'n got taken. Instead of the dizzying heights of the platforms making her sick to her stomach, she only pushed herself to jump further, fly higher, aim sharper at the next ledge. Instead of walking into enemy sight on accident, she hid and waited and watched until she could secure a path of attack. It was never in her to wait with a shooter, preferring to make intuitive judgments with a brush instead, but she had taught herself. She had learned. Not just for every Zapfish she saved, but now for the Cap'n too - the only adult in this entire city who cared a lick about the loner squid with nothing to her name, who supported herself on Turf War earnings and couldn't follow a trend to save her life, let alone make a proper friend.
But...was that entirely true? Thaum, she supposed sometimes on the surface, was a peculiar kind of friend. They weren't very kind to each other, often butting heads in battle and in the plaza, but they had always seemed to come together, and through that they had come to know each other. And...he was an Octoling. That made it all the more difficult, it really did, which was why she didn't think of him while in the kettles. She had to think of the Cap'n, well past his prime and her dear mentor. She had to think of the Octoweapons she'd fought before, and the terror and destruction they would bring to the surface if she couldn't stop them. For everything else's sake, she just couldn't think of Thaum.
But perhaps she really should.]
Where: The Octarian Kettles
When: After Cap'n Cuttlefish's kidnapping, but before the final boss in Splatoon's 1st player campaign
Open/Closed: Closed
Rated: PG 13 for violence and themes of racism
What: He's a mimic octopus. She's the secret agent infiltrating his home to dismantle a rebellion. This was never going to end well.
[There had been a touch of coldness to Thida's movements in the kettles after the Cap'n got taken. Instead of the dizzying heights of the platforms making her sick to her stomach, she only pushed herself to jump further, fly higher, aim sharper at the next ledge. Instead of walking into enemy sight on accident, she hid and waited and watched until she could secure a path of attack. It was never in her to wait with a shooter, preferring to make intuitive judgments with a brush instead, but she had taught herself. She had learned. Not just for every Zapfish she saved, but now for the Cap'n too - the only adult in this entire city who cared a lick about the loner squid with nothing to her name, who supported herself on Turf War earnings and couldn't follow a trend to save her life, let alone make a proper friend.
But...was that entirely true? Thaum, she supposed sometimes on the surface, was a peculiar kind of friend. They weren't very kind to each other, often butting heads in battle and in the plaza, but they had always seemed to come together, and through that they had come to know each other. And...he was an Octoling. That made it all the more difficult, it really did, which was why she didn't think of him while in the kettles. She had to think of the Cap'n, well past his prime and her dear mentor. She had to think of the Octoweapons she'd fought before, and the terror and destruction they would bring to the surface if she couldn't stop them. For everything else's sake, she just couldn't think of Thaum.
But perhaps she really should.]
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So he avoided those forces as they mobilized throughout the affected zone, staying out of sight and finding a high position on an unoccupied platform where he could make good use of his charger. If the agent was coming this way, they'd have to pass through this area, he'd have the perfect shot!
Thida was the last thing on his mind right then. Everything about the surface had to be, while he was back in the domes. He'd been hiding his excursions from his parents and grandfather, and it just... didn't feel right to dwell on that here. He had to focus, and Thida tended to make his ink boil in all kinds of ways. Not just from butting heads - that was natural, really - but in weird ways, like... she was alone, and he hadn't seen a single other squid give half a splat about it. Figured, right? Bunch of awful inkholes, all of them!
Well, except... she'd stumbled across his secret, and hadn't been half bad about it, really. Though honestly, she was safe. What could a squid nobody cared about do? If she did try to report him, they'd probably laugh in her face.
Focus. Thaum settled himself into position, propping his charger against a nearby piece of scrap and making sure it was steady. Just in time, too, as motion caught his eye. That was them! Grinning to himself, he peered through the sights, all too eager to line up his shot.
When he sees sky blue, his ink runs cold.
No, that's stupid, what's he thinking!? Thida isn't the only sky blue inkling out there, obviously this is someone else. He shakes himself, biting his lip as he looks again, but...
He's hesitating. That's... they're too small, he was expecting an adult. Surely this new agent isn't a kid...? Just someone short. Gotta be. He can't see their face clearly with that armor on, but he doesn't need to, he just needs to shoot.
So he does.]
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She doesn't see the scope light until she hears the shot, and by then it's too late. The ink hits, cracking off the Armor Helmet she'd been lucky enough to find, and she cries out as the shot makes her stumble back, heart pounding in her chest. There's - a sniper, where - she'd cleared this platform, who's shooting at her? She needs cover, where is cover? Hero Shot gripped tightly in her hands, Thida looks around, first scanning things at eye level, then looking up...
...There - a platform! Is there something up there? How far could it reach, would she have to take it out? She stares up at it hard, waiting for another shot.
Whoever's up there won't be so lucky twice.]
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Nooooonononononono. It can't be her. It just can't. He's going to get closer, and he's going to prove that to himself, right now. He's not even thinking that it might get him splatted, he just has to.
A second shot never comes. Instead, there's the sound of a super jump, and someone lands mere inches away from Thida, charger at the ready.
Thaum looks enraged for only a split second as he reforms, ready to chew this inkling agent out, but that fizzles away as his fears are confirmed.]
Thida?
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...And...it shakes. Just enough so that it's aimed at the space on his right, and not at him. There's a terrible lump in her throat, and cold shame crawling up her back.]
...Thaum...?
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His expression twists from shock, through confusion, and begins to settle into rage and betrayal as he reaches his conclusion.
Of course she wouldn't need to report him. He'd been under surveillance the entire time.]
It was you!?
[There's no shortage of pain in his voice as he shrieks, his own hands shaking badly enough that he can hardly aim and ends up lowering his charger to the side. His tentacles are already unraveling, flaring and writhing behind him in a display that would be comical in any other situation.]
This whole time, and it was... it was YOU?
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Thida steps back at the tone of his voice; it's jarring, and only serves to generate more chilling shame. Even if he does look silly with his tentacles like that, there is nothing about this moment that can make her laugh.]
...S...so? So what?!
[It's all she can think of to say.]