#【ＶＥＲＳＥ：SPLATOON THREE.】

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@tfsroleplay / julian said, “ I want to scream. ” that sounds like something Julian would say to Tsu HDGDH

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" Go for it. I mean, not like there's anyone in Alterna to complain. " Tsunaomi tosses her head back, as if gesturing for Julian to look around. The empty, powder white hills of Alterna practically invited mad screaming, or at least, that's how Naomi felt. The amount of non-working research machines, centrifuges that turned off half way through a cycle- okay, maybe Naomi wanted to scream too.

She wrinkles her nose as she laughs, " Suppose Marie might mind... But I've been tormenting her for seven years, and she hasn't gotten rid of me yet, so I think you'll be fine. "

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@tfsroleplay / continued from here.

❛ Absolutely not. ❜

Tsunaomi's voice is immediately stern, allowing no room for argument. There was no way she would let Julian go back into those kettles, not with his injuries! What kind of Captain would she be, letting her agents get hurt.

She can almost hear Callie and Marie calling her a hypocrite - she'd been the same way, when she was Agent 3. Pushing too hard, too far, and paying the price for it later. Grabbing his arm, she insists, ❛ The kettles aren't as important as your health, Julian. Rest. ❜

Cod, I sound like my mother, she thinks.

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@3mixing​ said,  “ hey, i know it’s really late, but… i didn’t know who else to call. “ 

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐋/𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. // accepting!

      she had not meant to fall asleep where she did.  blanket draped over her lap, as she sat on the floor.  her notes are scattered across the coffee table, with tabs and tabs of academic papers open on her laptop.  one hand still lingering over the spacebar, and her face pressed against the wood, naomi looks like every college student before midterms.  if only it were just her grades resting on her shoulders.

     the chirping chime of her phone wakes her in a fit.  she snaps to attention, and scrambles to answer.  hama in bright, white font, lights up agains her face.  the sleepiness must be evident in her voice, as she immediately asks,  ❛  is everything alright?  d-do you need me to come get you?  ❜  on instinct, she already reaches for her car keys.

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@tfsroleplay asked // shippy starters // accepting

❛ if you take care of everyone, who takes care of you? ❜ julian and tsu :3

Back curved, hunched over a desk full of messy notes, Tsunaomi almost doesn't hear Julian. Too absorbed in her work, eyes threatening to close but just one more line of text, really, she's nearly done for the day. Never mind that the day was gone, the sun had set hours ago.

But Naomi's ears perk up. It's a fair question, really. One she brushes past, bristles at. Wether she understood the undercurrent of his question was another thing entirely. Her brain's a little muddled, perhaps because she had long since passed a normal bed time, and was only awake thanks to the coffee that had since gone cold. Really, she only seeks to assure him and avoid the matter entirely.

"I promise you, I'm more than capable of taking care of myself as well. It's my job to worry about you, not the other way around."

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About fifteen seconds before Julian kissed her, Tsunaomi realized she should have asked what kind of date this was.

Because, now that they were sitting together, and Tsu couldn't help but blush orange every few seconds, it felt kind of important. She needed to know, before he caught on to the blushes she tries to hide behind her sweater sleeves. If it were romantic, she would let her guard down a little bit, let her inhibitions free.

But, then, she didn't want to make things awkward, and then, she turned her head to see Julian staring at her. Then he kissed her.

A few seconds of silence pass, as her face burns hot, and Julian disappears into the blankets. Tsunaomi doesn't know how else to react, just searing orange on her face and no amount of covering her face can hide it. He's thrown her off balance entirely! Tsunaomi always preferred to come into things with a plan - she had no plan for this!

"W-Wait-" Tsu stutters out. "Um-" She takes a deep breath, and tries to peek into the covers, "Please, Julian, could you, um, come back out?"

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anonymous asked // honest answers // accepting

👀 + eden, eden! what was the hardest test you had to go through in the deepsea metro?

"... Do you really need to ask?"

As if she's answering the question, Eden pushes forward her left arm, with four, long claw scars across the inner forearm. "It was Girl Power Station. Of course it was."

"By that point, I had accepted that the Sanitized Octarians weren't... living, like, in the normal sense. But, still, I felt very guilty about the whole thing. I... Some of those soldiers, I swore I recognized. This fuckin' pit in my stomach. the whole time. I first tried it with the charger - I felt really safe with it, but not being able to move, I... Well, an Elite got me with her claws."

"Next time I took a crack at it... I guess I thought of my sister? I remember she was really good with Splatlings, and I needed to feel strong. The way she is." Eden squeezes her hand, as if she's trying to summon the feeling of the Heavy in her hands. "My first go round, I had to stop after my third life, but once I picked up the Splatling, I got it second try."

"Doesn't mean I don't see it, sometimes, a line of warriors in my fuckin' nightmares."

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@wildfury asked,

"Let me keep this one brief: do you truly live up to your title of captain?"

"The fuck is this, existential power hour?"

Tsunaomi sighs, look at her hands, and then looks back at the asker, straightening her shoulders. It's a question she's thought about a lot, spinning it around in her head like a cube puzzle, trying to see where red should become blue. Every angle studied, no stone or facet of her behavior left unturned. Rarely withering under pressure, she blinks once, twice, before answering.

"You ask a brief question, and I'll give a brief answer. No one does." The exact kind of answer someone who studied law would give. Cryptic, but she continues on, voice level and calm. "Leadership lacks a 'one size fits all' solution. What works for one may not for another. The New Squidbeak Splatoon is small, I can't act like a distant figurehead and expect that to work. My style's... different, certainly, than the previous captain, but change is the way of things. The future approaches at a rapid pace."

"At the end of the day, I rest my laurels on knowing that I've given my all for my agents, and for my home."

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@tfsroleplay / continued from here.

❛ Of course not. ❜

Tsu doesn't hesitate, she even have to consider her answer. Of course not! Julian is perfectly fine the exact way he is. If she were honest, she'd noticed, somewhere between dropping off mail and grabbing supplies for Alterna, that Julian turned silent.

So, she reaches over, and tangles her hand into his, trying to reassure him. Thinking about it, she'd never minded him nudging into her personal space; always enjoyed the close contact with him. That, and his loud demeanor? They were endearing.

She gets it, though. The odd one out, the creeping feeling of judgemental eyes trailing after you where ever you walk. Turns of phrase that only made sense in Octarian, upwards facing suckers, those had always singled her out. Tsu knows, though, she would rather stand with Julian and get those same stares than stand without him.

❛ No matter what people say, Julian, you're never too much. Screw what other people think. ❜ As if to prove her point, she squeezes his hand.

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@squidsavior said, “I hit my head.” @ any muse

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❛ Well, sit, sit! ❜ Tsunoami chides the Captain, voice almost frightened. Ever since falling into Alterna, Tsu had remained the utmost picture of Octarian diligence - doing everything to assist her new... allies? associates? People who she once tried to kill who she now works with because there is a bear that wants to end the world, and because their newest agent triggers some intense, protective need in her brain?

Whatever they were to Elite Seisma, the New Squidbeak Splatoon often had her worried. So reckless! So anxiety inducing!

Whether or not Blue listens to her, Tsunaomi begins to go through the mental checklist. She begins to check Blue's vision, seeing wether the Captain is able to focus.

❛ Does it feel like there's pressure in your head? Do you remember how you fell? ❜

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@tfsroleplay // continued from here

❛  Be patient, Julian. ❜

Tsu laughs a little bit - warmth bubbling up at his actions. Her reprimanding is light; she can't bring herself to be harsh. She hasn't gotten to cook in a long while; not for any real reason, Tsu's just been busy. Between her real job, cleaning up the last bits of Alterna, and traveling between Splatsville and Inkopolis, she's reveling in the chance for normalcy.

Dinner may be nowhere near done, but she's happy for his company. Was it really cooking, if you didn't have a straggler trying to steal the unfinished product? Even though she grew up on the surface, Tsunaomi is an Octarian at heart, and doesn't even mind the close quarters. Instead, she just leans around him whenever needed, grabbing a wooden spoon. ❛  Hope curry sounds good, I've been craving spicy for weeks now. ❜

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Insert one Cerrin here. He’s holding a heart-shaped box out to her, which seems to be stuffed full of homemade chocolates, the shiny red ribbon holding it closed looking ready to snap… “Happy Valentines Day, Eden! ♥︎”

happy valentines day! // @orbitaldeathwoomy

Eden's smile lights up like a marquee, bright across her face when she lays eyes on Cerrin. And that's before she notices the box! "Oh, Cerrin!" She covers her mouth in surprise, truly not expecting anything from him. Maybe she should, she knows his penchant for sweetness was more sugary than the candy. Then, she also doesn't mind the idea of being shocked and excited every Valentine's Day for the rest of her life. She places the box on the table behind her, being very gentle with it.

Then, she flings her arms around his neck. "Thank you. Oh, I love you so much."

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@ourple-octoling / VIO

"Oi, quit your crying, girlie. I'm not goin' anywhere." Vio chuckles.

The taller octoling pats her head as Eden gives him a tight squeeze of a hug. Man, a reunion after 5 years? It's really been than long since they've seen each other. And finding each other through turf war match? Honestly, Vio couldn't believe it himself... Eden would never step foot in those practice ones during their military days.

      how was she supposed to stop crying?  tears stream down her face freely, displacing the glitter on her cheeks in streaks across her cheek.  eden sniffles, despite the big, bright smile on her face ( and despite her kda of 15 to 1. )  it was so strange to see him, all these years later, and after everything she’s seen.  eden is no longer the mousy girl in the mechanics shop; to that end, she squeezes just a bit harder, clinging.  

     ❛  you better not go anywhere!  holy fuck, vio!  how have you been, have you been in splatsville this whole time?  ❜

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@tripleinkstrke sent in: ‘ i thought you’d have more fight in you. ’ <! from ORCA, up to you? >

RP MEME :     WAYS TO REACT TO AN INJURY  // accepting

A barely lit corner of Alterna had, for the entirety of this journey, been Tsunaomi's work shop. Tables filled with beakers and vials, samples of fuzzy ooze, of the ink the Fuzzy Octarians used, of the liquid crystals - of anything and everything that might help her unravel this puzzle. Reverse engineering the cure would take time, would take patience, and a metric tonne of experimenting - and that was if there even was a cure.

That if sticks in the back of her brain. If there's not a way to help them, if those down here are forever stuck as not-quite-right versions of themselves, what will she do? It had destroyed her once before, being only able to help a few of the Sanitized Octarians.

Her eyes nearly glaze over, trying to read Grizz's notes - she'd done what she does best, stolen what was not hers in order to reach some grander idea of justice. In this case, experiment notes, written in a language not quite Inklish and not quite Octarian, certainly not something she's seen before. But similar enough. The uncanny valley of language - it must be a human language, right?

With her jumpsuit sleeves rolled up, stripped of her cloak and captain's hat, and her head in her hands, Tsunaomi looks... defeated. Slumped over papers she cannot read, in a lab full of books telling her how to use equipment and for what - for what end? Maybe doing some good. Maybe helping people whose lives were unceremoniously taken from them by someone who wanted the world made in his own image, and refused the relentless wave of change?

It dawns on her, that maybe she's not cut out for it.

❛ Maybe... Maybe I should call Marina - or mom - or... shit, someone who knows better than me. I can't... I can't fucking read this- ❜

I thought you'd have more fight in you.

For a brief moment, she's quiet. Quiet as can be, letting the words echo. It stings, being told off by a computer. ( and maybe Tsunaomi needed to be stung. )

❛ More fight... ❜ She murmurs. ❛ If a puzzle doesn't make sense, I need to come at it from a different angle; so, if reading the document straight doesn't work... What, look for patterns? Find the words that look similar? ❜

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@ourple-octoling /  viorel. ( from here. )

"'M used to it, Captain. Bein' alone... But Kiwi and I will be fine on the floor."

His mother's condition was still the same. If not.. Worse. As much as he didn't want to think that. With all three treasures combined together and finally ridding of the hair... The Squid Beak Splatoon was so close to their goal. But going into the last confrontation... He wanted to visit her once more just to tell her what was happening. Even if she was a bit unresponsive...

Taking off his backpack, he pulls a sleeping bag and lays it on the floor. Viorel was tired. So tired...  He really didn't want to think about what would happen to her... Or even if he messes up this whole Fuzzy Ooze situation.

"C'mon Kiwi. We got a big day tomorrow..."

     ❛  and that big day is why i insist you sleep somewhere better than the floor.  ❜  

      though she sounds as stern as she always does, tsunaomi’s expression is very clear - she’s worried sick about him.  which is...  not very different from how she usually is, to be honest.  viorel activated some big sister instinct that she thought her status as an only child made her immune to.  (  it makes her think she should apologize to her mom, for all the shit she pulled when she started as an agent.  )  

      was it so wrong, to want him to be safe and happy?  

     her apartment, a stop gap solution for how long the splatoon realized they would be in splatsville, is furnished fairly sparsely, bare basics and blankets taken from home.  still, as she sits down, she offers him a spot next to her,  ❛  besides, just because you’re used to being alone doesn’t mean you need to be.  i’m certainly used to it, and yet, we all need a shoulder to cry on every now and then.   ❜ 

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@3mixing said, "i don’t want anyone to see me like this." 

    ❛  oh, hama...  ❜

     white, dry faux snow clings about hama’s hidey hole, where tsunaomi finds them.  she’s been worried sick this whole time.  when she finds them, it’s almost relief.  almost, until they start speaking, and her hearts shatter all over again.  

     she understands, in a sense.  defeat tasted all at once bitter and sour and like charcoal on the back of one’s throat, and it felt like today was nothing but that.  it felt like a need to run away.  with everything riding on hama, with gramps being missing, naomi could only imagine.  well, imagine, and offer them everything she can, her kindness and protection, where she can.  ❛  hama, you know that if you need anything, you can ask it of me.  ❜

moon & mars // accepting.