Posts by Agent 3!

Agent 4 wouldn't exactly say that anything that she did was easy. Rescuing the Great Zapfish had been hard. Trying to act profreshional was hard. But she didn't think that Salmon Run was going to be hard. It was just supposed to be her and a bunch of friends, going on a boat to go kill some vile Salmonids. Then there had been lots of rain, and rain hurt like hell...and then, then she wound up here, unable to get back on her two feet. "Squit," was of course the first thing she grumbled. Water, where was water? She needed to see why she felt so weird, why she couldn't stand up. Were her legs broken..? Agent 4 could still walk, though, so she had doubts. Water was deadly to her, right? So she couldn't get too close, just walk towards the running water she heard, and take a look.

Of course she screamed at the sight of her not looking practically at all what she had been before. She had a snout like a Salmonid, was she a Salmonid..? She was on four legs though, which she finally took the time to investigate. She had claws too, and screamed at the sight of that. "What in fresh hell...what in fresh hell?!" Agent 4 erratically shook her head, ears twitching. Okay, this was fine, this was fine. The used to be Inkling had went through Octo Canyon with nothing but a headset and a weapon and had done perfectly fine. She could get through this. She could wander and find something to do. Help would be nice, she decided. Hopefully, if her friends were here, she would find them. "Um, hello? Does anyone live out here..? Near this water? That is...uh, not, not going to spray me with said water, preferably? That stuff hurts." Agent 4 doubted she would be heard as she stumbled a few paces forward, grunting. This felt weird. This felt so awkward and gawky and weird, and she didn't sound like herself either.

//joining post awkwardness [engaged

Agent 4 jumped at the sudden speech, head swiveling. This...was odd. She hadn't seen whatever that was before; change the colors a bit and he would look like Judd. And take off the feathery appendages. That would probably help similarities. Her pink eyes squinted a bit before rolling her head a bit. Her neck was a lot longer, too, it felt so weird. "I think I'm okay, just..confused." She nodded her head. Yes, just confused. Not internally freaking out about suddenly being something she most definitely had not been before. Territory reminded her of turf wars, webbed ears twitching. "I..don't know where I am, to be honest. I was on my way to the lost outpost, I think, and then I'm here." That didn't sound too convincing, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. But it was the truth; she had been on her way, and now she was here. "And my name is, uh, Agent 4." Yes, that was her name. Always better safe than sorry when giving away 'classified' information...even if she doubted she would get in trouble here. "And you are..?"

//slams self in after not being on ff in what a year how does--

hi what's good y'all

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.

//everything is so weird I’m having to stalk oh so many threads to grasp what happened in the while I was gone. Fun. I’m really just glad that I have time to role play again! I think I was in the Rift the last time I was here too, which a character named Colotik..? I could be wrong tho whoops.

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 hadn't ever done..what would be the word for it..manual labor before. No, her job had been to be the swift and elite member of her group, (the only competent member, might she add) to deal with foes and leave her eight legged opponents scrambling. As if she could do that in this form, where she couldn't walk on her two hind legs, where her Hero Shot was no where to be found, where she was an absolute klutz and didn't feel like she would ever get used to how this body worked. Sure, she would always say that she loved a challenge, but this was just..out of the ordinary, of any ordinary she knew. Agent 3 figured she would eventually get used to this weird, dragonoid form. Today, or any day in the near future, was not that day.

She hadn't ever gone to a lighthouse before- she hadn't even found a room to stay in quite yet. She had just..slept outside on the sand, listening to the water, having gone out there to recollect her thoughts. It hadn't worked.

Her eyes focused on the broken piece of floorboard. The creaking had gotten to her attention, especially under her..weight. The weight was something she also had to get used to, and the tails she possessed as well. "I could go fetch wood," she offered, slowly nodding her head a couple seconds after speaking.

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?"

She couldn't say she had been to meetings before. Back before she was stuck into this weird body, she had avoided the other members of her group with a passion. Not because she hated the group, no, she just didn't care for the other members. The group itself, a good idea. Execution? Not so much.

The ranks she couldn't say she had heard of before. She was sure that she could learn if she listened hard enough. Her hearing had felt eerily clear as of late, but she was sure she could use such. Allies, those too were a new term to her. And ambassador. She slowly nodded her head, trying to maintain her look of complete and utter confidence.

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.

A change in leadership. She had to wonder if she had just arrived at an impromptu time, or was changing in leadership this often around here? She hadn't even known fully that the first person that had greeted her arrival was the leader (well, ex-leader now she supposed) of this place. Agent 3 was used to leaders being super old war veterans who used flying dubstep machines to..brainwash people? How that worked she was fuzzy about.

A few of the dragon's tails swished as she came over and sat down. She couldn't say she had heard of the Exiles in her short time of being around. The new leader seemed rather authoritative- it reminded her of home in an odd way. The NPC's seemed afraid, the dragon just mildly confused; both by their afraid and and confused expressions, her more so mimicking the latter. She just nodded, electing to stay silent. She couldn't say she had heard of...'allies' before. The only alliances she knew were of her enemies, who they worked with, who she needed to fight. She wasn't sure if the people she had worked for prior to this had any allies- if they had, her captain had never told her.

She had to just stare at the head on the stick though. That was...repulsive. She felt like she would vomit, but she couldn't that. She wanted to backpedal and run back home, but the parts that had helped her through previous times of things disgusting her aided her now. Her violet eyes kept their usual, almost nonchalant look, a claw tip twitching.

Agent 3 hadn't gone to the beach often, back where she came from. Water had been something that had disintegrated her upon contact. It had never been extraordinarily painful, but the mere fact that she had exploded as a result of dipping a toe into a pool of water was something that made the liquid less than desirable to be around.

This new form, this dragon form, didn't do that. This was one of the times that she was just walking up and down the shore, relishing the sand squishing between her claws, the water that occasionally washed over such. It was so weird, so foreign. Just like this entire place.

An ear perked as she heard the sigh- truth be told she had walked right by, and hadn't even noticed the other sitting there. Agent 3 turned around, trotting back a few paces. "You alright? That sigh sounded pretty heavy." Her head had tilted after she spoke, violet eyes following the motion of her head in some weird attempt to still be looking at Valradin.

“Ain’t that a mouthful of a name,” Agent 3 mumbled, violet eyes slowly taking in the two people that approached. She..felt like she wasn’t really needed here, that this was supposed to be some sort of..family reunion..? One of her webbed ears twitched as she took a step back. Allow some room, don’t intervene unless necessary. They didn’t seem hostile, and she supposed that even in this new world she would be able to detect hostilities on the same level she had back where she came from. Curiosity nipped at her though. This new world was so, so much different than the one she had come from. Was this a natural occurance, people just showing up and introducing themselves? Yet again that was practically what she herself had done not too long ago. “You know them..?” The dragon asked- if they were just now giving their names, she supposed that the answer was already no. Still. It never hurt to ask, it never hurt to have more facts than what she had currently.

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