subterpus:
Mimi scoffs quietly, but decides it’s not worth getting into right now. They could argue all night about how Inklings and Octolings should go about mending their respective races’ relationship, but ultimately they were just two people, and this problem was so much bigger than the both of them. They ought to focus on their current mission, something they could actually affect.
The path winds down through the forest, leading to an old access road for the quarry. It was tough to approach it in a way that left one completely hidden, which was why it was such a popular meetup for gangs. No way to get the drop on someone. The rocky walls were choked with climbing vines and weeks struggling for purchase among the crevices, making it impossible to climb by inking. Really just a huge pain to sneak into. Mimi pauses by the entrance gate, long forced open, chains rusting to nothing. “Wait here for a second. I’m going to see if anybody’s out in the open.”
She shifts into her octopode form, grasping vines and tufts of sharp, stringy grass with her tentacles and hauling herself up the wall. Her colors shift to match the uneven gray and winter-brown of the plant life, as she oozes up onto a ledge. It’s difficult to see much by the dim orange floodlights, but there’s definitely movement further in, near the abandoned office. “Someone’s here.”
Terra looks up to Mimi, being slightly impressed by her vine-climbing skills, an aloof look in her eyes, suddenly drowned out by the realization. “shit.” she muttered under her breath, but she knew already this would be the situation.
She really had hoped not, but here we were.
The agent was quick to make her way up to Mimi, climbing up in her squid form, using the sharp vines and vegetation as camoflauge, she stayed a fair distance, to keep appearances. if anyone was going to get caught, it should be her, and not the octoling.
“what do you see?” she asked.
