the kids of tomorrow

Aggie is an Agent. [splatoon RP/Ask blog]

[agentwestlake]

“Marla is more league than a turf war person, but she’s all around good person. She loves making friends and she’s really silly.” The woman dusted her hands off, “Normally she’s the one managing the register when it gets busy.”

"League is like... way more serious than turf war, though." Aggie murmurs. Maybe they'd still find a way to get along. In Aggie's experience, people who were good enough for league battles didn't often talk about much else. "I guess I'll see her later. My mom used to compete, she still has her old splarling. I think it weighs more than I do."

[agentwestlake]

seafeltbakery‌:

“I do.” She said with a small nod, “They work with me when they aren’t busy like now.” She got up and sighed softly, “I think you’ll make great friends with my daughter Marla.” She said smiling more

“Oh, what’s she like?” The pastries look delicious, tempting, but Aggie’s mother had always been one to espouse the benefits of eating healthy, and so they didn’t keep things like that in their house. Aggie looks longingly at the display before turning away, grabbing a napkin to wipe their fingers. “I don’t really play turf war, but I like movies, and... and other stuff...”

[agentwestlake]

seafeltbakery‌:

“Do what you must, I’ll trust you with it.” She said then looked at the clock, “Oh my! Well should’ve been opened!” She ran off to open the bakery, “This is what I get for not noticing the time.” She always grabbed the tray and started to set up display window, “Aggie dear, do you think you can help me?” For a 34 year old squid she is surely forgetful

“Oh, yeah-” Aggie sets the music box down and hurries over. Unsure what exactly they were supposed to do, they try to pick cookies and pastries that match vaguely and arrange them on the tray. “You... you said you had kids, right? Do they work here too?” Not to come off as too desperate or anything. Making friends was a little difficult when you were not interested in turf wars.

[agentwestlake]

seafeltbakery‌:

“I should take you up on that.” She said with a warm smile on her face, she then felt what she was looking for and pulled it out, “This old music box was my husband’s and I’ve been looking for someone to fix it.” She then looked up to Aggie, “Do you think you can fix it?”

Aggie tucks the folder under their arm and reaches out to take the music box. It’s awfully old, and they were much more used to working with modern tech. There was one person, though, who might know how to use it. “I dunno, maybe. I’d have to take it home though, I don’t have any tools here. Is that okay?” they ask, cradling it to their chest. “I promise I’ll bring it back.” 

They’d just have to hope it survived the trip through the pipes...

[agentwestlake]

seafeltbakery‌:

“You shouldn’t have to be sorry, he was a good man despite the differences between us…” Her voice was soft as she noticed the picture of him, “It wasn’t anyone’s fault, he and I just met on rough terms…” She was now quiet, sometimes talking about him had made her tear up pretty quickly, she forgotten about the display window, opening shop, and what she was looking for.

“Uh... If you’re lonely, maybe you could hang out with my mom sometime?” Aggie offers, trailing after Mrs. Seafelt, still curious what this object was they were meant to fix. “She’s nice, she’s just pretty intense sometimes. She has game nights every weekend and she makes really good acai bowls.”

[agentwestlake]

seafeltbakery‌:

“You enjoy using your hands huh? Reminds me of my husband, he’s a very handy.” She then sat the tray down and went deep into the backroom for something her husband had started, “Do you think you fix this old thing?” She called from down in the backroom, “My husband started it, but never finished it thanks to his sudden death.” Despite opening up the bakery, Mrs. Seafelt had to find the thing. “It should be here…”

Aggie hesitates, but follows, glancing back at the door before following the owner’s voice. “I’m... sorry,” they mumble, wondering if this was a bit too personal to be telling someone she’d just met. There wasn’t a whole lot else they could say, not that they’d ever been particularly good at it. “I’ll try, if I can’t fix it I probably know someone who can.”

[agentwestlake]

seafeltbakery‌:

“I could always use a hand at the register, since my kids are busy. I should get that display window ready, we open in less than hour from now.” She said walking into the backroom pulling out a tray of cakes and cookies, “My name is Mrs. Seafelt, would you care for a cookie?”

“Sure, thanks...” They flip the pages of their resume idly, looking up and around the shop interior. “I have other things I can do too... I’m licensed to use military-grade weapons. I know a lot about how to fix computes and cameras and stuff...” 

[agentwestlake]

@seafeltbakery

“Actually dear, you can start working now. Come I’ll give you a small tour.” The woman was quick on her feet to get such a young face to start working, “No need to be formal or anything like that.” She was already waiting inside waiting. This woman carried her signature smile everywhere she goes, “You’ll enjoy working here, I know you will.”

“Well, I... Right now?” Aggie holds the folder to their chest, a slight frown on their face. She didn’t want to see their skills? Maybe she really needed the help. “Okay... I mean, okay, um. My name is Aggie, by the way. Am I gonna be baking stuff? I haven’t really baked but I can use the register, I’m pretty good at math...”

[seafeltbakery-blog]

"Ah... Are you hiring?" - agentwestlake

@agentwestlake“Sure am, anyone and everyone is welcomed to work at the Seafelt Bakery.” She smiled warmly, “Everyone is family here.”

[agentwestlake]

“Thank you, um... I have a resume, if you need it.” Aggie holds out a folder, black matte, almost frighteningly professional. They’d asked their mom’s current girlfriend about working at her cafe, but she’d said no on the grounds that it was sort of nepotism, although Aggie was pretty sure it was because if the two were to break up it’d be super awkward.

[bombcollar]

agamemnon “aggie” westlake

[agentwestlake]

my replies are all messed up on there thanks to that glitch that happened a while ago aaaaaah

[agentwestlake]

charbonneaux:

      Considering the Salmonid spawn’s proximity to the water, Octarian technology may have been of no use to them, anyway. Their weapons were rather… primitive, after all. It was peculiar enough that they could brave the waters, and that alone was reason enough for Inklings to flee towards the shores.

      All things she’s pondered—and all things she’s bound by contract to not discuss. Her head falls to the side, in defeat, closed eyes contemplating how to respond. Suing never works, she thought first. He’s got the money to make his problems disappear. Whatever, or whoever, said problem may be. A reciprocated fakeness in the form of a smile was stronger than ever.

      ❝I know nothing of the sort, for Grizz Co. is available for all ages, and all contracted work is done of free will.❞ Those eyes open finally, albeit narrowed. ❝But worry not! I’m going to get down to the bottom of… your concerns. One way or another.❞

They cross their arms, a wry look on their face, lips pursed. “I don’t believe that, but alright.” Aggie could tell they weren’t going to get anything else interesting or useful out of this lady. If she did actually follow through, though, that’d really be something... Truly a first, an adult keeping their word. She was an adult, right... Even Aggie wasn’t that tiny. “...my mom would totally sue Grizzco if she could, but I’m too smart to get wrapped up in that stuff.”

[agentwestlake]

16 eggs whaddaya get another day older and deeper in debt

[agentwestlake]

charbonneaux:

      A lull overtakes her strained pitches of Grizzco’s glory. Instead, her head topples to her left, rolling her eyes to that side as well. Visual contact grows increasingly more challenging as the comparison snags a few threads of thought. The smallest break in her lips closes with another moment of hesitation. Working together, huh…

      ——Snap out of it. This is no time to conspire. No matter how plausible the suspicion, you are to advertise positively.

      Vigorous shaking hardly manages to dispell the thoughts from her head, but it does reset her visage, bringing a faux neutral smile back to her person once more. She could hold a mask up well, considering the past two years of doing just that. For a moment, her lower lip curls into her mouth, gnawed at by wary teeth. She could be honest about that, right? It was nothing negative about Grizzco.

      ❝I… believe they are really eggs, but… I find it very peculiar that only the bosses drops them. Golden Eggs are different than Power Eggs—Octarians had the latter, as well, but this new… genus, so to speak, isn’t carried by them… only the Salmonids. I do have to wonder if there is… cooperation going on between all th—❞

      Cough. Too much, maybe.

“If they are, they’re sure not giving the Salmonids their tech... They got antigravity and stuff in the Domes. It’s neat.” The Octarians wanting the eggs for power made sense, and there was really nothing inherently bad about that... Plus if the news station knew about it they had to approve of what was going on. There was too much Aggie just didn’t know. 

They wring their fingers, looking to the side with faux sheepishness. “Well. Maybe you could do egg collecting in places that are less dangerous and gross. Then maybe I would help and moms would stop trying to sue you.”

[agentwestlake]

charbonneaux:

      She wanted to scream.

      About how right they were.

      About how she didn’t know just what the eggs were going towards.

      About how she, despite being labeled a Profreshional, never once met the man wearing the crown and ordering them around.

      All she could do was smile.

      ❝Here at Grizz Co., the workers’ safety is priority.❞ Never had her ability to lie failed her—and for her contract’s sake, she would hope that would be a permanent truth. ❝The eggs are used for… research purposes. Mr. Grizz is a very busy man, and simply speaks to us through radio for his own convenience. He monitors us every day. Every hour. Every minute. Every hundred seconds.❞

“Hm.” Aggie’s drooping ears twitch, the only real indicator of their growing curiosity. “Wow... even the Agency doesn’t watch you constantly. But they advertise Grizzco when they announce stage changes, so I guess they gotta be working together. Really... interesting. But I’m just a trainee, they don’t tell me anything.” 

What could they be researching? It was just eggs... “Are you sure it’s eggs? Are they really eggs, or are they something else?”

[agentwestlake]

charbonneaux:

      A small smile sat in place of verbal gratitude as she contemplates how to agree without violating her contract. ❝…There is quite nothing like working at Grizz Co.,❞ she murmured, picking back up the amicable tone of a saleswoman once more. ❝It’s… an experience to die for.❞

“Yeah, I bet people die.” Aggie keeps the same mild tone they’ve used throughout the conversation so far. “Why do you guys need all those eggs anyway? What are they for? The kids in my class think it’s probably just going to some big rich bear guy who lays around and just eats them all day... Nobody ever sees the guy in charge.”

[burstbombbitch]

agentwestlake:

“My mom would actually murder me if the salmon didn’t first… um.” Aggie lowers their voice to a whisper, “Do you want me to call the cops?”

      Never was there a smile as forced as Bon’s. Her eyes shiftily glance from side to side, assuring that her talent agent wasn’t around, before she drops her own voice. ❝Thank you, darling, but advertising for this… great company is a part of my contract. I have to say only nice things.❞

[agentwestlake]

"Oh. Well... I don't wanna get you in trouble." Aggie crosses their noodly arms. "But no thanks. No. It really sounds like the worst thing in the world."