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Fourwarding the Message - Part III

"He seemed like the lonely type, so I take it he never gave himself the chance to open up to anyone like that then..." Marina considered. "Tartar did look up to the Professor who made him clearly, but with the way he talked, it seemed his Professor was long gone, and that he had no one - he must've been too fond of the Professor he lost to feel like he could accept anyone else. Well...I didn't approve of anything Tartar did, but thinking about that, I do pity him..."

"Yeah, that backs up what my friend overhead from him. The folks at SURF were people of science that took care of him. He probably felt that it was similar to his Professor." Four shrugged.

"Coolio story, but we do gotta cut to the chase now, Four." Pearl butted in. "Do you know where crazyphone and Three bounced off to?"

"About that..." Four began to inform them, "Tartar...kinda melted into an inky puddle. He did that right in front of me and my friend, also Three. My friend got really worried cause it didn't seem like he was going to respawn and begged to have Tartar taken back to SURF cause they could help him. Three decided to go with to make sure nothing fishy happens there - cause you know Three - and that's just what happened. Call Three for yourself and you'll see she is fine. She wanted me to stay here to get you updated cause she has her hands full right now."

"Aight, I'll go check if that's legit then!" Pearl stated, as she pulled out her smartphone. "Ya did good tellin' us all this Four. I guess we'll see if we can get the deets from Three now! And, yo 'Rina, use your nerd powers to locate that Spindrift place for us, kay?"

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Fourwarding the Message - Part II

Ready to talk, Four took a deep breath. "Alright so...I just found out one of my Turf War buddies had been friends with Tartar through this whole year and they both were living in a city called Spindrift. My friend volunteers at a research facility called SURF there and Tartar was a patient at the place. Like, he still kinda is, but he was living outside of the facility somewhere and checking in with them for health reasons."

"Tartar friending a mollusk isn't something I'd expect, but good on him, I guess?" Pearl responded, shrugging ambivalently. "...Okay, still finding that hard to believe...but keep dropping this secret lore, Four."

"Sure thing!" continued Four, "So, it's almost Finalfest and Tartar willingly tells his doctor the whole truth about him and my friend overheard. Course, my friend was shook at first - don't really blame them - but it turns out Tartar had been wanting to turn over a new leaf for a while and was just afraid to say it, but he finally did, and he was going back to the Deepsea Metro cause he wants to find a cure for those sanitized folks."

"Well, if he was living without SURF's supervision he could have easily went back to the metro at any time...but he didn't?" Marina commented, curiously.

"Not at all," confirmed Four. "Tartar was too afraid of the backlash he'd get, so he never went. He probably figured we'd recognize him if he poked around the metro or something."

Marina put a finger to her cheek and analyzed the situation. Given their lack of vigilance towards the metro, Tartar could've easily taken it back if he wanted to, but had he? She regretted not looking into the current state of things now. Best to keep an open mind about all this, but she'd give Four the benefit of the doubt. "Well, it could make sense, but...what made him want to cure the sanitized? Last time we checked, it seemed like Tartar intended them to be that way."

Four crossed her arms and continued explaining, "He was immobilized his first few months at SURF and had no choice but to stay put, so it actually gave him a close and personal view to see the sanitized for what they really were to other people. It had never occurred to Tartar that erasing who someone is was a bad thing, but I guess getting close to the staff who were nice to him made Tartar realize, you know?"

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Fourwarding the Message - Part I

"Four, what...happened here? Where's Tartar and Three?" inquired Eight, who glanced around at the current state of the outpost. Having gotten back from a trip to the carnival, she was not expecting this: Tartar escaping his prison, and while under Three's watch no less! Yet, no sign of a struggle either, so what had occured in her absence?

Four looked around at everyone present, noticing the upset tone in which the other AI, Rusty, was mumbling from a distance, and the concerned looks of Pearl, Marina, and Eight. Indeed a confession had to be made. "It's...quite a mess, but can you all hear me out?" Four began speaking. An odd silence from the present members of the Squidbeaks made it clear they were all concerned, probably about Three. Four took the time to reassure them, "Don't worry about Three though - she's alright. Tartar didn't do anything to her."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief aside from Rusty, who was holding the Judd plushie he brought back tightly in his receiver, nervous. He's still going to need some comfort after all this, but at least the Squidbeaks were less worried now.

"Thank goodness, she's alright. Tartar going back to doing that again...that would've been truly awful..." Eight spoke up. True that she would be worried about another hijacking incident. Three never did get over it, and understandably, not even Eight did.

"It really would..." Marina commented, as she walked over to Eight, putting a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. Looking over to Four again, Marina asked, "Could you please tell us what happened, Four? It seems odd that Three would simply let Tartar go, so I get the feeling that there's more, right?"

Pearl agreed. "Yeah, no need to hold out on us, Four! We're not gonna grill ya for tellin' the truth!"

"Three seemed to think so...but, I believe you, Pearl! I'll talk." Four obliged.

"That's the brutal honesty that earns the respect, my girl. We're all here to lend an ear!" Pearl approved, much to Four's delight. Four was certainly feeling confident enough now.

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captain cuttlefish and octavio finally resolve the 100+ years of sexual tension they've had

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"There's a carnival of Octarians going down this month? Well count me in! Maybe I'll take my grandsquids, but if not then DJ Octavio will also do. The guy's gotta have his fun every once in a while!"

"Craig, there is nuthin' at all fun about bein' in your crusty old presence. 'Sides, carnivals ain't the kind of party this DJ is down for."

"Aww, c'mon. This could be like old times! You used to love carnivals."

"Not anymore. That kind of energy is just too off-rhythm for mah kind of tune these days."

"Is that because of that incident you had with one of the preformers?"

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"I'll take that as a 'no' to the invite then..."

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"Hey, who removed the label from our Tartar jar? It's gone."

"That was me. Poor fella in there didn't like it obstructing his view so I did the lad a favor and removed it for him."

"That's kinda lame, I thought it was fitting...but it is what it is, I guess..."

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"Hey, Cap, I just asked Tartar about your question regarding having him make those training courses for us. Yeah...he says you're out of your mind."

"He did now!? Aw phooey... Well, did Tartar say anything else?"

"Let's see... Other than demanding that you let him go, he said Eight won't be too keen on the idea of courses designed by him. Something about not stirring up bad memories and all that."

"Oh, that's a shame. It always looked like Eight was having so much fun with the subway's tests..."

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So Craig, what do you think about this Tartar fellow?

"He was a crazy phone who tried to blend me and all, but I'd be squiddin' myself if I didn't think those tests he made were dynamite!"

"Of course I still gotta put those haunting nightmares about the blender behind me when I try to talk to the guy, but I'd be totally down for the idea of him designing training courses for my agents."

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So Cuttlefish, got any sick new raps for us?

"You bet I do! Just let me get Rusty to provide me some beats first. Yo, Rusty!"

The phone over on Cuttlefish Cabin begins to make verbal rhythmic sounds in response to Craig's request. Getting the feel for the beats now emitting from the phone, Craig announces, "Okay, this one here's about our recent victory against DJ Octavio and 8-Track. Check it, bucko, cause I'm gonna start spitting fire right about now!"

"In the Finalfest zest the Chaos just progressed,

as a concert with some DJs turned out such a mess.

The agents were best to stop such a distress,

and now we're all here - time to get some rest!"

A pause from Craig as Rusty continues the rhythm for a bit, before stopping.

"...So how's that for a little sampler?"

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You OK three? You seem a bit salty about Tartar.

"Can you blame me? That weirdo hijacked my mind and turned me into a puppet! And if there's anything I absolutely DO NOT want to feel like, it's puppets..."

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At Tentakeel Outpost, Four sat on the couch, leaning on the rusted old telephone who she had been sharing it with. 'Rusty', as the telephone was called, seemed to be quietly humming as they sat together and watched an episode of a sitcom, that was airing on the outpost's television.

The attention of both being caught now, however, by a noise from nearby. A sudden plop noise? Four looks over to the direction of the entrance to the outpost and notices a serious-looking Inkling approaching her. Looks like Agent Three has returned from her patrol route!

"Hey, I'm back... It's my turn to watch the octoslobs now." Three announced, placing a hand on her hip and giving Four a rather dull look. "I'm guessing by the looks of it Eight's not back yet?"

"Not yet. She's still out trying Sheldon's new weapons for him. You know how she is about Sheldon. Morgan's the only person who listens to him blabber on about all the technical stuff." Four replied, now shutting the television off. "Anyway, how did your patrol go?"

"Boring. Nothing really spotted today aside from some birds." Three sighs, now glancing at Rusty, "...Also, you let the phone on the couch again?"

"Well yeah - me and Rusty were watching that one sitcom with Callie. I'm pretty sure it's rather boring too for Rusty to stay on the cabin wall, don't you think? He needs to have some fun!" mentioned Four, trying to make a point. It was clear she wasn't as fixated on her duties as an agent like Three was, but Four hoped to convince her that Rusty was a friend. Something Three was still reluctant to do.

"...Alright fine. Just remember to keep an eye on Rusty as well. He may not be our enemy, but it'd be wise not to trust him, Four. He could have connections to either of those two and we don't want them getting out. Especially not...him." warned Three, now glaring at one of the captive 'octoslobs', who were asleep in a giant jar, the label on it reading 'Tartar' in Inkling writing. "I'm not taking any risks involving...that one. Octavio's already a bother enough..."

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"Are people out there mentioning battles with an Inner Agent 3? Cause I'll be honest, if this is Hilda we're talking about, she was scarier than the giant blender ever was."

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A Mysterious Old Man Appears! - Meet the New Squidbeak Splatoon

"Well, who's this youngster who just stumbled upon our outpost out here in Octo Canyon? Are you here to join our cause, bucko? I'll have you know you're standing right in the base of the New Squidbeak Splatoon, and you're looking at it's captain right now - the Legendary Hero: Craig Cuttlefish! I'm the leader of this here little group that defends the world from danger, and also veteran from the Great Turf War!"

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"...That's fine if you don't know me or you do. You see, I formed this Splatoon in memory of my old comrades from the original Squidbeaks when our former enemies - the Octarians - rose up once again to steal our Zapfish, but we got it under control now. Things have been actually rather peaceful since then so with all the spare time, I've just mainly been spending it eating crabby cakes and droppin' bars that will rearrange the stars! MC Princess helped me with that one by the way, but I have more originals if you wanna hear them."

"Also, how about I introduce you to these squiddos while I'm at it? They are my agents: Three, Four and Eight - these are the recent younger recruits of the New Squidbeak Splatoon. Might I also add that Eight's an Octarian, but not to worry, she's on our side now! Trust me, they're all good kids in my book, so you should try and talk to them sometimes."

"Oh yeah, and then there's Rusty - our mascot. He looks a lot like a phone that almost blended me once, but he's pretty friendly. Though I cannot for the life of me understand what he says - it's all a bunch of gibberish he spouts, but he's good as a beatbox at least, so we're cool."

"And I guess that's about it for who's here right now. We do have others among our ranks too: agents One, Two, Five, and Six. That lot however leads some busy lives and usually they don't have the time for idol chit-chat. Heh, idol chit-chat. Ya get it? Wait... ah, nevermind..."

"So now, is that a blank stare of interest on your face? Asking about Agent Seven? I assure you nothing happened or anything with Seven, they just don't exist, but hey...are you interested in filling that space for us? Please tell me if you are!"

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{ "Is this how you do that promotional thing?" }

* Indie ask & roleplay blog for Cap'n Cuttlefish (and the Agents) from Splatoon 2

* Don't even look at me if you're not a crabby cake!

* Roleplaying since I've had my heart crushed by the Great Turf War and then my soul shattered by a giant blender.

#He Who Lurks Under Manhole Covers (Self) #Stand Back! I'm Gonna Try To Spit Fire (IC) #I've Committed War Crimes (Angst)

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