[No one would ever dare accuse a bustling city like Splatsville quite by any measure, but to Acht the sounds were a literal symphony. The clopping of footsteps against the pavement. The clatter of doors opening and closing. The whir of wall units desperately keeping a room cool. Even the distant echo of Chripy Chips coming Hotlantis came together to bring forth a layer of sounds for Acht to hear.]
[Their head bops from side to side taking everything in. On occasion their mouth beatboxes rhythms in an all-too-fleeting attempt to set tempo to the chaos. It was cacophanic and messy, but oh cod was it fascinating.]
Hey. [They turn to face the nearest passerby with the subtlety of a gunshot from an alley.] ...you got something to write with? I got a tune in mind and I don't want to forget it.
2. A Different Kind of Arena (Shoal)
[Their splatting days were long over, and Acht had sworn that they wouldn't hold another weapon otherwise if they could avoid it. Yet burning within her pride as an Octoling was alive and well, which they just now realized after burning their eighth straight local at Squid Beatz 3. At first their only interest was to listen to a variety of surface musicians for a few G, but the rhythmic patterns really spoke to Acht. Hmn. Maybe their next track will have dancing in place as a central theme.]
[The song ends and their head shifts slightly to their competitor. A hard-pressed fight but one whose victory was assured nearly half-way through. They even risk a smile as they address their competition.] Not bad. You're going to have to try harder than that to best me. You admit defeat or are you paying for the next round too?
3. Back Alley Beat (Splatfest)
[Acht wasn't good with crowds.]
[Oh, they loved the music and was feeling the vibes that the idol groups were putting out, but their agoraphobia and social phobia hit all new levels that getting close to the fun wasn't going to happen. Still, the energy and excitement was palpable and they wanted to get as close as they felt comfortable. Which meant a blacked back alley well away from most everything.]
[Still, it wasn't enough to listen, they wanted to play. And what better piece than the song of freedom? They could think of no better tribute to the ones that helped them get here.]
[This one goes out to friendship.]
Stir Fry (Wildcard)
((Have an idea? Hit me up! They're not the most social octo but they would enjoy the company.))
Acht | OTA
[No one would ever dare accuse a bustling city like Splatsville quite by any measure, but to Acht the sounds were a literal symphony. The clopping of footsteps against the pavement. The clatter of doors opening and closing. The whir of wall units desperately keeping a room cool. Even the distant echo of Chripy Chips coming Hotlantis came together to bring forth a layer of sounds for Acht to hear.]
[Their head bops from side to side taking everything in. On occasion their mouth beatboxes rhythms in an all-too-fleeting attempt to set tempo to the chaos. It was cacophanic and messy, but oh cod was it fascinating.]
Hey. [They turn to face the nearest passerby with the subtlety of a gunshot from an alley.] ...you got something to write with? I got a tune in mind and I don't want to forget it.
2. A Different Kind of Arena (Shoal)
[Their splatting days were long over, and Acht had sworn that they wouldn't hold another weapon otherwise if they could avoid it. Yet burning within her pride as an Octoling was alive and well, which they just now realized after burning their eighth straight local at Squid Beatz 3. At first their only interest was to listen to a variety of surface musicians for a few G, but the rhythmic patterns really spoke to Acht. Hmn. Maybe their next track will have dancing in place as a central theme.]
[The song ends and their head shifts slightly to their competitor. A hard-pressed fight but one whose victory was assured nearly half-way through. They even risk a smile as they address their competition.] Not bad. You're going to have to try harder than that to best me. You admit defeat or are you paying for the next round too?
3. Back Alley Beat (Splatfest)
[Acht wasn't good with crowds.]
[Oh, they loved the music and was feeling the vibes that the idol groups were putting out, but their agoraphobia and social phobia hit all new levels that getting close to the fun wasn't going to happen. Still, the energy and excitement was palpable and they wanted to get as close as they felt comfortable. Which meant a blacked back alley well away from most everything.]
[Still, it wasn't enough to listen, they wanted to play. And what better piece than the song of freedom? They could think of no better tribute to the ones that helped them get here.]
[This one goes out to friendship.]
Stir Fry (Wildcard)
((Have an idea? Hit me up! They're not the most social octo but they would enjoy the company.))