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"Oh? Is it that simple?" Emperor pats the little eel's head with the tip of his finger. It tries to nibble him. "I would have gotten a larger eel but I was simply unable to find any."

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“That’s all? I suppose it’s better than nothing- Hey, don’t hide. We’ve got to start your training!”

The eel has slithered into his sleeve. He sticks his hands in his shirt, trying to (gently) grab the squirmy little thing. 

“I mean if you caught a bigger eel then maybe I could teach ya more advanced stuff. But all you got is a garden eel. So I’ll teach you what I know for those little guys.”

Just let her handle it! She pulls out her pungi and plays a little tune…. And the garden eel slips out of the other’s shirt, and around his wrist again. 

“I got you your own flute too! I’ll teach ya some basic tunes that can control that little friend of yours.”

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“Nothing like relaxing at Brinewater after a long, hot day in the desert. If only they offered poolside service like they do at Mahi Mahi.”

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Sushi roll 巻き寿司

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The home Emperor’s family lives in is definitely similar to this one, situated on a cliff overlooking the city. Because it’s not in the city proper though, he doesn’t live there most of the time.

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lipsyncdripink​:​

The deserts of the Splatlands were a vast and rather wild and untamed place, often exposed to the harsh elements with very little shelter to duck into the shade of aside from random pieces of junk occasionally being strewn about; and “the harsh elements” often simply meant the blazing, burning hot rays of the sun bearing down upon everyone’s backs relentlessly for hours at a time. 

For those who grew up here, it was just another thing that made the Splatlands into what they were; simply another thing that made it into their chaotic, turbulent home that they wouldn’t trade in for the world, no matter how unbearable the heat could sometimes get or even how sick it could sometimes make anyone feel if it got too bad as it occasionally did in the summer. You had to be tough to survive out here, and the city’s population generally took pride in being some of the toughest cephalopods around!

With how much the high heat tolerance was seen as a trait that generally only people from around this area had though, the sight of someone who clearly wasn’t from around here (judging by their manner of dress) sitting around and taking photos of a seemingly random cactus had quite genuinely come as a shock to the three members of Deep Cut. The trio had been out looting in the wastelands for scrap metal to sell as per usual, each donning their masks in at least a slight effort to conceal their identities, but they had all been expecting to be completely alone out here, apart from the company of each other. That was how it usually was, after all, and if they did happen to find someone it was normally just someone who had wandered too far off while exploring and needed help getting back to the safety and comfort of the city proper.

The moment that the initial shock was over, though, ideas and opportunity seemed to present itself in it’s place. The guy appeared to be from Greater Inkopolis, and a wealthy area of it, at that; the way he dressed, again, made that much rather clear to all of them. None of them had any idea why he was out looking at cacti in the desert like this, but did it really matter why?

If he was as rich as it seemed, that would be great money to put towards helping the needy in Splatsville.

Frye gave each of her teammates a sly grin and a quick nod as she quickly pulled her mask, which she had been wearing off on the side of her head up until this point, over to conceal her face proper.

“Stay right here, okay?” The eel tamer whispered to the other two surprisingly lowly in an effort to not give their position away, peeking at the stranger again from around one of the larger pieces of half-buried metal that they had all quickly tried to take cover behind as a group once they had realized that they weren’t as alone here as they had assumed. Shiver opened their mouth almost immediately in protest, but was cut off by the rest of Frye’s thoughts before the octoling could actually even begin to get a word out: “It’ll scare him way more if he thinks that it’s just me at first, and then you two come out to join! It’s the perfect plan, y’know?”

“Well… that is true. I suppose I just didn’t want you getting to have all of the fun.” Shiver remarked in return after a moment of pause, folding their arms over their chest and tapping their fan lightly against their other arm.

“Pssh, c’mon now. I really doubt he’ll give in that easily, and then both you and Biggie will get to shine too! So just wait right here until then, alright?”

“Fine, fine.”

Without another word, Frye slipped away from the company of her groupmates, immediately raising her voice to catch the stranger’s attention once she was showing herself to him.

“NOT SO FAST! Who’s the rich kid, huh? Did’ya really think you could just waltz in around here and take all of our treasure without any kind of a fight?!”

It wasn’t… entirely a lie. There was always the slight concern that outsiders would take the rarities or even just the random scrap metal buried all around here for themselves, and then there wouldn’t be any left to sell for Splatsville’s sake. But the trio had all seen him simply taking photos of the cactus, so it was a bit of an exaggeration in this specific instance; a convenient excuse to pick a fight.

Really, the group just wanted his money. He could clearly spare some! (At least, it seemed clear to them.)

Ear catching the sound of footsteps on the dry earth, Emperor turns to see another inkling, face concealed behind a fearsome wooden mask. She seems... familiar somehow. Her voice especially, but he can’t quite place it. He frowns at her, dropping a cactus fruit in the canvas drawstring bag he’s got slung over his shoulder with a quiet scoff. Rich kid, really? He knew Splatsville was a rougher town than Inkopolis and had tried to dress himself accordingly, but there was no hiding the “distressed” Enperry logo on his stylishly-faded gray t-shirt. 

“Excuse me? Waltz in where? The desert?” He waves a hand at the vast, flat nothing around them. “Where else am I supposed to be walking? And what do you mean, treasure? This is a cactus. There are many of them. I wasn’t going to  take the entire thing.” 

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tfsroleplay​:

“Not normal skill wise? How so? Like, just extremely lucky or something different?”

“…Huh? They’re not just like… fish?”

“…Zach…”

“No, they’re guys, they have their own towns and weapon and everything. And he’s just really good at turf, and like, everything to do with it. Here, it’s easier if I just show you...” 

Prince pulls a video up on his phone of one of their past matches, showing their gold-inked team absolutely wiping the floor with their opponent, pinning them into spawn within the first 30 seconds of the match. “This is how it is. Or, used to be. He doesn’t lead the team anymore.”

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tfsroleplay​:

“I’d imagine it’s a tough job. I’ve heard a bunch of horror stories from people working there.”

“I tried it once, terrifying experience… But the little Small Fries are really cute! I kinda want one as a pet…”

“Seen some things? I can only imagine how scary those things are… I’d rather come home in one piece than try earning fast cash at Grizzco…”

“Aren’t smallfries like... Salmonids are people, so it’d be like trying to keep a baby as a pet. Kinda weird. As far as I know Emp’s never gotten badly hurt on a job, but he’s also not exactly um. Normal. As far as skill goes.”

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the-eel-deal​:

“Kinda small… But I can work with that!” 

When she got her eel she got a conger. Not too sure with garden eels though– Those were used for the babies of the family who were starting out in their eel combat. Well this person was a beginner– but considering his age, he would have been a pro by now; if he was part of the family.

“These little guys can only really… nibble for an attack. So that’s all I can teach you with this eel.”

“That’s all? I suppose it’s better than nothing- Hey, don’t hide. We’ve got to start your training!”

The eel has slithered into his sleeve. He sticks his hands in his shirt, trying to (gently) grab the squirmy little thing. 

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the-eel-deal​:

“Alright-y! Good luck out there bud, the desert is a dangerous place!”

Just about a day later, Emperor returns! He has a small garden eel wrapped around his forearm.

“See? Was there ever any doubt?”

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“Excellent. I’ll be back within a day. You just wait.”

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“Out in the desert. Duh! Where else? Go fetch one! I had to wrangle all my eels myself growing up as a wee little inkling!”

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“Yeah, I’d never sincerely wish for its downfall, even if its not my favorite place.”

“Maybe the Salmonids would go on some of the rides instead of damaging the park?”

“i don’t think most of the Salmonids could get on the rides.. Either way, things should be okay if the park has survived worse.”

“That would be kinda funny. I’m sure the little ones can fit on the rides. Not as sure about the bosses. I don’t actually work for Grizzco, but my brother does, and he tells me about it. He’s, uh... seen some things.”

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tfsroleplay​:

“Oh, I’m not seriously rooting for them to destroy it, honestly that’d suck for people that enjoy it. It’s more of a joke than anything serious. Unless someone else is honestly trying to destroy it…”

“Sylvia doesn’t play turf anymore anyways, she doesn’t get a proper opinion on the map.”

“Haha, no opinion for you, Sylvia! But seriously, do people really want Wahoo World to be destroyed? That’s not fun…”

“Okay, good, because I’ve seen some people who seem to be sincerely rooting for it to be destroyed, and it’s like... It’s just an amusement park. Calm down. I’m sure it’ll be fine, it’s survived some pretty bad hurricanes. What are some salmon gonna do...?”

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teresacfreitas

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“Exactly! I love to play turf on Wahoo World and getting to go there as an amusement park is an awesome trip!”

“Uh huh! It’s a good map, even if people don’t agree!”

“Mm… Even if there’s more expensive places, I can’t usually justify spending my money there. Just feels like I’m wasting it instead of enjoying it.”

“Okay, and why are we rooting for the salmon to destroy it? Just seems like kind of a waste. Nobody is forcing you to buy a ticket...”

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"Why's everybody hate Wahoo World so much? There are way more expensive places you can go. And they let you turf there for free."

“The Salmonids can have Wahoo World, shit’s overpriced there anyways…”

“Never! Wahoo World needs to be protected! Say it with me, Haru! Wahoo World! Wahoo World!”

“Wahoo World! Wahoo World!”

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“The salmon are going to do what now?”