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Post by khyran on Feb 10, 2016 4:17:31 GMT
[nospaces] | the monster in your head [break] wont surface again be still my child, wash away the sin |
[attr="class","robot3"] [attr="class","robot"] [break][break] It was an unusually warm day for the weather, and an off day at that. Khyran had no plans and no obligations (as usual). He made himself breakfast, watched TV for a couple of hours, then wandered out of his apartment room to sit in a rickety chair outside on the breezeway, sipping coffee and playing games on his phone. [break][break] At least... until he heard the scream. [break][break] His instincts kicked him into reality. He nearly dropped his phone and reached for his back, where his "gun" would have been strapped, if he had one. Instead, his fingers snagged at air. Then, he jumped to his feet, searching for the source of the sound. [break][break] There. A story down on ground level. Some young woman was being accosted! He didn't have much time to react. Looking around to see if anyone else had heard what was going on, he spared little time in heading for the stairwell. Nevermind the significant limp in his step- he had to get down there! [break][break]
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Post by Mornica Mollun on Feb 10, 2016 6:39:04 GMT
Everything about this was miserable. Going outside was miserable. Being around a bunch of people was miserable. Having to endure this heat while wearing a fluffy bobble hat to hide her tentacles was miserable.
Complaining was useless, though. She'd brought this on herself. She was the one who'd decided to move out of her parents' house to live on her own, and living on her own meant going out and getting her own groceries. She was also the one who'd decided it'd be a bright idea to wait until she was literally out of food to go out... which happened to be on Saturday, when everybody in Inkopolis was out and about. She could have gone on a weekday when everybody was at school or work—speaking of which, she really needed to think about getting a job even though the thought made her actually shudder—but the thought of going out had freaked her out so much that she'd held it off until now, which was even worse.
Mornica was so engrossed in her own thoughts that she didn't see the teenaged Inkling boy coming toward her. With two simultaneous grunts, Mornica bumped into the younger kid and stumbled back, dropping her bags in surprise. Her sunglasses were knocked askew, causing the sun to sting her eyes. She had to actively resist the urge to transform into her octopus form right then and there. Instead, she awkwardly used one hand to try to get the sun out of her eyes and the other to put her sunglasses back into place. She looked down at the boy when she didn't feel like she was going blind anymore. The word "Sorry" ran through her mind but refused to come out of her mouth.
"Hey, watch where you're going!" the boy snapped. Two other Inklings, a boy and a girl, seemed to appear out of nowhere. They must have been the boy's friends from the dirty looks they were giving Mornica.
"I-I-I—" Actual words would have been nice right about now!
"Hold on," the girl said, stepping forward. "Did you guys see her eyes?" She stepped forward and reached up toward Mornica's face. Mornica stumbled back with a panicked gasp. No, no, no, they couldn't see her eyes...!
"What about them?" the second boy asked, stepping closer.
"You'll see! Help me get these sunglasses off!"
Yep, now was a great time to run. Too bad there was a pile of groceries behind her. The next thing Mornica knew, she was on the ground with crushed produce under her feet. A scream of surprise escaped her throat as she fell without her even realizing it. The shadows of the three Inklings fell over her before her sunglasses and hat were unceremoniously torn away from her head. She felt naked with her tentacles exposed for all to see, even if they were still up in that awkward ponytail bun thing.
"Holy carp, she's an Octoling!" the boy she had run into shouted.
"What the shell are you doing in Inkopolis?" the second boy asked.
"Probably trying to spy on us," the girl said. Suddenly, a weapon was being pointed at Mornica. "Big mistake."
All three of them had weapons: two of them had shooters, and the other had a roller. Even if Mornica had any idea of what the weapons were called, it wasn't like that was the first thing on her mind right now. She screamed, the sound becoming gurgled as she transformed into an octopus out of sheer terror.
(( OOC: I'm so sorry, I wrote a book. T_T ))
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Post by Rythix on Feb 10, 2016 9:58:28 GMT
From behind this thuggish group of Inklings, quiet footsteps approached. Long, dark purple tentacles obscured a portion of the approaching Inkling's face, but their color and his somewhat lazy gait is reminiscent of a recent up-and-comer to Turf Wars, Rythix Aramek. Though only a 'C+' Ranker, he showed quite a bit of promise. He shuffled over in front of Mornica and faced the group assaulting her. "Go away." said the surprisingly timid voice. His knees shook for a moment as he pulled slightly at the strings of his steel-grey hoodie to calm him down "S-she hasn't done anything to you...so go away." he repeated. He was unarmed, though he had a collapsed Ink Brush in his backpack that he really didn't want to use outside of Turf War.
Rythix looked back at the terrified Octoling, frowning slightly as he turned back to the group. He bit his lip slightly as thoughts went through his head that he was too shy and/or nervous to actually say. These bullies were idiots as was the norm, instigating pointless violence over something that should have been resolved years ago. If their trigger fingers were so itchy they should just go play some Turf War...at least there no one really gets hurt save for an accident here or there. He looked at the group, gauging each one...no, he couldn't take them on by himself nor did he want to. Regardless, he stood there, ready to shield someone he perceived as innocent from judgment and ridicule over outdated and petty patriotism.
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Post by khyran on Feb 29, 2016 4:38:44 GMT
[nospaces] | the monster in your head [break] wont surface again be still my child, wash away the sin |
[attr="class","robot3"] [attr="class","robot"] [break][break] Khy panted as he launched himself down the stairwell. One, two, three- each new step hurt a little more than the one before it. Why did he have to live on the fourth floor of all places? His prosthetic wobbled threateningly as it started to slip out of place. This was *not* his running leg. Before he knew it he was on the last stair. [break][break] That’s when he tripped. [break][break] He tumbled onto concrete. The leg slipped and clattered. He couldn’t think. There was a girl- a girl just outside, she was likely hurt by now--! [break][break] Khy clutched at the wall, seeking purchase. on something. Couldn’t put his leg back on, there wans’t enough time. In seconds he was already hopping down the street, knees and palms bloodied, one hand clutching his prosthetic and waving it at the inklings who were accosting the innocent bystander. He couldn't’ tell she was an octoling by looking at her yet, but that didn’t matter to him. [break][break] “Hey! Stop! Leave her alone!” [break][break] The one-eyed, one-legged, hopping Inkling might have caused them pause, at the very least- no matter how threatening or nonthreatening he appeared. [break][break] Thankfully, he wasn’t alone. There was another inkling there, with deep blue tentacles and a hoodie. He was also standing up to those bullies, too. But there wasn’t enough time for Khyran to talk to either of them. He still wasn't quite… *there* yet. He was a couple yards away, probably looking like some crazy, flailing, older guy. [break][break] And everything hurt really bad now. [break][break]
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Post by Mornica Mollun on Mar 11, 2016 5:11:55 GMT
Splatted. She should have been splatted—or worse—by now, but she wasn't. Instead, she heard another pair of footsteps quietly approaching and then a quiet voice saying "Go away." She would if she could, but—!
"S-She hasn't done anything to you... so go away."
Wait, he was talking to them? She opened the eyes she had squeezed shut in sheer terror a few moments ago to see a purple-tentacled Inkling standing between her and the gang of Inklings that had assaulted her.
"Outta the way, newbie," one of the boy Inklings said, stepping forward.
"What, are you with this spy?" the girl asked.
Not a spy, not a spy, not a spy...! Mornica desperately thought as if somehow, that would make them all go away.
"Hey! Stop! Leave her alone!"
"Oh, what now?" the second boy Inkling asked, turning around. Mornica couldn't see anything from where she was on the ground, but the gang of Inklings saw the one-eyed, one-legged old coot hobbling over toward them, waving... something around. Was that supposed to be a weapon? No, wait... it was the old guy's leg!
The Inkling gang had held back their laughter at the pathetic sight of a C+ ranker trying to stand between them and an Octoling spy, but this... this was too good. Snickering and snorting turned into hooting laughter that made the three relax their grips on their weapons.
"What—What are you supposed to be, the cavalry?" the second Inkling boy shouted between laughs.
The girl was laughing so hard that she had to hold her stomach. "Oh my cod, if this is her backup, Octoling soldiers are even more pathetic than I thought!"
"Okay, okay, that's enough," the first boy said, catching his breath and wiping an amused tear from his eye. "Let's just splat these freaks and... Hey, where'd she go?"
Finally, Mornica's body had caught up to her racing mind and started moving. Well, more specifically, when her assailants had been distracted, she had started desperately flopping away, leaving tiny splatters of purple ink on the pavement beneath her. It wasn't exactly the fastest way to run, but she was still so scared and stressed that it was impossible for her to turn back into her humanoid form. The best she could do was hop as fast as she could and squeeze into a nearby sewer grate, hoping that they wouldn't follow her.
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