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ittybittymusebox2025-05-02 10:22 pm
🦑 STAY FRESH 🐙
It's an OPEN RP POST for all characters from Nintendo's Splatoon series! Any character and any iteration of canon are welcome, as are OCs. Multiples of characters are A-OK! You don't need to know me (Carrie) to play, either. Absolutely everyone is welcome and you're encouraged to share this post around! There's no expiration date on it, either, so feel free to stop by whenever and generally take your time with tags.
These absolutely aren't mandatory, but if you'd like a starting off point, here are some (really simple because look writing this takes a lot of effort okay) ideas and set pieces:
HANGIN' IN THE HUB
There's plenty to do in the various hub areas throughout Inkopolis! Visit a food truck, play tableturf with one another, compare weapons or try on some new clothes!
THE SHOAL
Does anyone actually do local multiplayer? A popular amusement venue - come play some games! Arcade games, dance games, crane games. We've got ya covered!
TURF WAR ET AL
I don't know if any of you are mad lads enough to RP an actual match (of any mode, not just turf!) but if you wanted to do a little vignette during one that might be fun! DRAMA, SUSPENSE, SPLATS!
AFTER A MATCH
GG! Did your team manage a win, or was it a crushing defeat? You and your teammates or the opposing team are hanging out after a turf war (or other mode of your choice.)
SALMON RUN
Part time work for fun(?) and profit! Work together and get! The Eggs! In the Basket!
SPLATFEST
It's party time! Are you enjoying the music? Are you one of the ones performing it? Or are you just debating with someone over which team is clearly superior??
WILDCARD
I'm not the cops. The sky is the limit so long as you're stayin' fresh. Maybe I'll add more prompts later.
1. Drop a toplevel with your character's name. You can do blank TLs if you wish but a starter of some sort or what you're looking to play might not hurt!
2. Tag around other people!
3. Have fun and be excellent to one another!!
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What, are you suggesting that I can't handle it? I'm an Elite Octoling too, you know. [Former. But still. Despite their words there was no annoyance. Just the usual Octarian pride which they are sure Eight would be able to see through.]
[A hand raises to their lips to get a small dribble of smoothy from the corner of their mouth before popping that in too.]
Yeah. "Do this. Go there. Eat now. Splat now. Go to sleep." You get wound up so tight you start to think they'll expect you to salute on the latrine. [Subtly, their eye shades drift toward the blended smoothie.] ...Kamabo Co. was worse, though.
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He smiles playfully.]
No, just asking for a status report. We are behind enemy lines, after all.
[...It's easy to forget he's an expat, but Kamabo has been fresh in his mind for so long he's starting to wonder if it'll ever really fade. His gaze drifts to the side, looking at the people around them. Nobody really knows the full extent of what happened down there except the small circle he's now sharing with Acht, do they? After a moment he turns his attention back to them.]
Did I ever tell you...I think I heard your music? During the tests in the metro?
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[Not like their squad mates and definitely not like their mutual friend. A part of the joke was that they had any pride as an Elite at all, but that was mostly for themselves.]
[They pause noticeably at the mention of listening to their music and leans in towards, as though waiting to hear praise or perhaps more likely, condemnation.] Ah... no... you didn't...
...it's hardly surprising... I think I heard a researcher once say that it helped keep subconscious memories from surfacing... ...or something. I'm not really a scientist.
Did you... uh... ...no, never mind...
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And when Acht brings up that fact about subconscious memories, it touches his own. His eyes go wide.]
That...I guess that makes sense. If the wanted to use my memories to string me along, they'd want to make sure I couldn't recover them on my own...
[Every detail he uncovers about Kamabo makes it worse somehow. Tartar is the closest Eight ever comes to feeling glad he killed someone. He takes a deep breath to center himself.]
The stations were tough...I never had much time to listen. But sometimes when I was taking a breather before the next section I would hear your music and it would make me feel...
I dunno. Sad, I guess. Like I knew someone else was out there but I couldn't help.
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[The smirk a little hoping that will obfuscate things a little.]
It helps you overcome the challenges of the stations. And reach the top of Spire of Order. And do all those other suicidal and miraculous things you set your mind to.
Makes escorting around a delinquent DJ seem like a step down when you think about it.
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...No, he's definitely touched.]
You know, I wasn't a very good soldier either.
[He doesn't have that dogfish in him, doesn't have that desire to fight and kill and conquer, and the army never managed to instill it in him either.
He has thought about it, and he just shakes his head and sips his own smoothie to try and push down the lump in his throat.]
Step down? No way. There's nothing easy about helping a friend change their life. Ask...geeze, anyone who knew me when I first got to the surface. [Acht already has a way better grasp of the language, for one.]
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I find that surprising. Truly. Palettes corresponded to another person's soul. The fact that you were able to use them shows your adaptability to another person's way of doing things. [...and willingness to accept others too, they think. It all comes around to Eight being someone exceptional, even if he didn't know it.]
But, alright, spill: what would you be doing now if you weren't dragging around my useless bass around? Gainful employment?
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I...can't know what it was like to be completely sanitized, but...when I woke up in that metro with all my memories gone, I just felt so...lost. When I started clearing Kamabo's trials, I felt like the most important thing was to pass all their trials and get them back, nothing else mattered. [He knows now that was all by design. If they didn't have something to pull him by his nose with he might have just had Marina hack the whole thing.]
But when they took my memories, they also took everything I've ever been told about Octarian pride and all that nasty propaganda about squids. And as I recovered my mem cakes, I also got to know Cuttlefish and Pearl and learned how Marina built a new life on the surface alongside Inklings.
[Deep breath.] In the process, I guess I just I stopped being able to relate to the person I was, if that makes sense? That person was the ideal Octarian, diligent and dedicated, probably would have saluted on the latrine if he'd been asked. I remember him now, but...he doesn't feel like me. He feels more like...an imaginary friend I've grown out of. Maybe I needed him once, but not anymore. It's why I still go by Eight even though I remember my old name.
[That was heavy. Time to lighten things up.]
I mean, I could go help my roommate with their Salmon Run shift, They always say I'm better with Chargers than they are. I could go see if anyone wants to join me in a pick-up game of Turf War. I think I'm getting pretty good at the games at the Shoal, I could go practice some more. Or I could just...sit outside and enjoy the sun. Honestly, I don't even know what I'd choose.
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Feel better? [Their tone is flat and even, though hidden within the pause is an awkwardness that wants to come out and bare something deep and dark. Maybe... maybe someday.] That's a lot of words to say you figured out who you are, Eight. You're Eight. And that is enough.
[They lean in, clawed fingers reaching for the drink for a shlorp. They listen to what he does with their day.] Sounds ordinary.
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[For the moment, he's talked out. Acht is so hard to read, he's still getting to know them, and he's not sure if he overshared or not, but...it sort of sounds like they're wrestling with something?]
But it's nice to get to choose to be ordinary. What about you? Do you...think you know what you'll choose yet?
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squiddokiddo, they're a bit too insecure to spill the beans. And someone needs to try to be the adult here.]Being ordinary is so real. After everything it's nice to just vibe.
[They look up at the nice umbrella before their combing the area for the squids and octos nearby. Yup. Still there. Minding their own business and talking without a care in the world.] I think I'll just vibe for a bit. Check out the underground scene. Maybe set a mobile turn table for anyone who'll listen.
Huh. Listening sounds good too. Lots of new sounds up here. Fresh tones. Maybe I'll even catch a match or two. Hear the sound of victory, or the rhthmic putt-putt of an Aerospray MG.
...maybe check in on my friends. You know, after hours. Don't want to attract too many eyes. I hear one of them likes sunbathing. Might check that guy out. See that he's not saving the world again or smthn.
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But it's a big world. There's room for all. Acht will find their place in it.
Maybe everyone else will too.
Eight takes another bite of Seanwich, and a sip of smoothie before a chuckle escapes him.]
He'd like that. Though hopefully his world-saving days are behind him. But...if they aren't, I'm sure he'd be happy to have you along. Someone has to keep Pearl and Marina on track.