not proper etiquette // o, joining

She remembered what had been happening very clearly. She remembered how she had dived feet first through the glass to save her mentor and a new Agent, remembering how she had been knocked out cold. Remembered the sludge from that telephone grabbing her mind, throwing her to the side- forced to watch her use the motor skills she had worked on for years upon years be used against someone who was doing the job that was once her own.

After? Well, she had been knocked out cold. Being possessed wasn't a fun activity, she had learned from that. It gave her a headache as she had stumbled into a stand, vision foggy. She tried to push herself back onto her two feet, to get a good look at her surroundings.

Agent 3 was not expecting to fall face first back into the dirt. Her first thought was that stupid toothpaste ripoff had absolutely ruined her motor skills, or that her legs were paralyzed. Worst case scenario. She could feel her toes, even though they felt odd. In fact, everything felt odd, from head to tail.

Wait.

She blinked again, pushing herself up into a sit. It was only now that she was taking note of her talon-tipped claws before her, the snout that stretched from her eye, the feeling of a longer spine due to the tail aforementioned. The sitting felt extremely awkward- she was very much aware the only clothing she had on right now was her Hero Suit. Not her headset or boots. The lack of the familiar clothing added onto the discomfort; she practically lived in her Hero Gear. "What." That was the first word that came to mind. "What in inking hell." She had to find some water, to look at her reflection. She was confused, she didn't like being confused. It didn't help her mind was still muddled, that her motor skills were not thorough in being on all fours, that she didn't know how to control anything about this weird form she was in currently. She had to scrabble off, balance so off-key and generating such noise that it brought her discomfort to know that this was a far cry from where she could operate normally.

When she did come across a pool of water to look at herself, Agent 3 had to fight against falling out cold once again. She looked like the mythical creatures she remembered learning that humans used to draw. Back before they had, in her world, been wiped out by rising sea levels. Dragons. She hadn't ever been curious in the topic, but here she was. A dragon. Those were supposed to have gone extinct too. It added onto her confusion. She felt like she was going to need a bucket of painkillers and then some.

Agent 3's mind couldn't fully wrap around what happened, it was generating a headache that all the prior confusion was starting to cause. All she remembered, all she had to go off of was fighting the newest Agent of the New Squidbeak Splatoon and being knocked out. Not becoming a dragon. Not winding up in a place that she couldn't recognize in the slightest. Nothing like this. "Inking hell," she echoed once more, leaning closer to the water, eyes narrowed in curiosity. Her mouth fell open as a claw began slowly tapping against some of her sharp teeth.

The tiger reminded her of Judd, in an odd way. It was more so being a feline all together- Agent 3 hadn’t seen any felines except two, the two cats in charge of..well, everything the famous people weren’t. Her head lifted from where she had leaned closer and closer to the water, yet being mindful to keep her about at least an inch a way. She was used to dissolving entirely the moment she hit water, she wasn’t willing to figure out if such was the same for this new body.

“I think I’m..well not alright, I don’t really know where I am or truthfully what I am. This isn’t the Octo Resort by any chance, would it?” She supposed there was no harm in asking if this was, in any way, close to a place she knew. Octo Resort, she had only gone there once. It had been a pain in the..tail, tail to navigate, her sharp teeth clenching together at the memory. “Or near the coast of calamari country. I think that’s the last place I remember being,” She then added with a slow nod of her head. The coast of that had been where she had blacked out previously. Perhaps her passed out body had..somehow floated to shore. In a place without any signs of her people. That..made it seem even more outlandish. “..you wouldn’t be related to Judd, would you?” She mentally wanted to smack herself, she was being too inquisitive, one of her tails slamming into the ground behind her. “If I know where I am I can probably try to find my things and..Sheldon probably did this, knowing the twat..”

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Agent 3's head had swiveled over when she noticed someone else arrive. He looked confused, and she could take away that maybe, just maybe, what she was saying wasn't making any form of comprehendible sense. She had to be pretty far from home, she gathered. How, how was what she didn't have the answer to. It ached in the part of her mind still recovering from possession. She had headaches often, but they were never this kind. She had headaches from working too hard, pushing herself too much. Not some weird slime coming from a telephone, grabbing at her mind and tossing everything but her motor skills to the side. That still made her mad, that she had not been strong enough to fight against that foe, one of the dragon's claws twitching at the thought.

This newcomer also reminded her of Judd..sort of. A far cry but the feline resemblance was there. All the cats she had ever seen were black and white (or grey and white, she added to herself). It didn't seem unlikely to her that felines came in more than just those starkly contrasted colors. "I take I'm not making much sense," she murmured, her head giving a swift glance back to her reflection in the water. She still wondered if she would melt in the water as she always had previously, in this new form. She most certainly felt odd, going from a species that had no bones to one that did. So heavy, so dense, so clumsy. Agent 3 knew she would most likely have to get used to such- that did not mean that she had to like it. She knew she would have to learn, just like she had to learn everything else. She knew she would have to become perfect at such, as she was already missing the fluid movements that she was capable of doing no longer- and all she was doing was sitting! The tails were weird, looking like tentacles, tangling up behind her as the limbs seemed to move of their own accord in ever which way that they decided fit them best.

"I'm Agent 3," she had opened her mouth, as if to say more, but then fell silent. Her group was supposed to be secretive, she had only learnt such halfway through her first big task. If these Judd-esque creatures didn't know of Octo Resort or Calamari Country, she doubted they would have any idea about the New Squidbeak Splatoon. Therefore she decided against mentioning such all together. "Can I ask who you two are?"

The name sounded like a phrase to her. Her head turned away from the water once again, once more having to take in the appearance of someone unlike what she was used to. She was used to squids, jellyfish, crabs, the occasional octopus. Not...so many felines, she was only used to two. Really just one, she had no explanation for where the second one had come from.

"Three," the dragon mumbled, one of her ears twitching. "I'm not the only Agent. I suppose if I was called Agent it would be demeaning to the other members of the Splatoon, even if Four does nothing but worry about Tower Control and Agent Eight is too busy slamming her face into every door she can find because they 'aren't automatic'." She paused, realizing she was rambling once again, her head slowly dipping. No, these people probably did not care for her team, just that she was behaving weird, and probably looked weird too. She couldn't blame them. On their land, too.

An adopted sibling? The edges of her mouth curled to form a more curious look, one of her tentacle like tails curling closer to herself. She hadn't had any siblings, not that she could remember. Her early memories were foggy, distorted, they had been that way as long as she could remember. She decided it must not be important to remember if she couldn't remember in the slightest. "Those are nice names, anyways. Can't say I've ever heard a two-parter before." Another pause, a claw scratching at the sand. "Can I ask where I am, again? I can't say I've ever been to an..above ground beach before. This is above ground, right?" Agent 3 couldn't see any cracks in the sky (looking up near the sun was still blinding, she noted) or any random metal bits in the sand. That was her only guess to where she was, an above ground beach.