Inkopolis' Greatest

A Multimuse Coroika RP.

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Paisley offers Skull a bag of sweets if he doesn’t make her train to much this current weekend.

Skull looks between the sweets and Paisley, eyes squinting. “Do you have weekend plans...?”

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salmonidparty‌:

“Thanks a lot!” Stinky hummed. Kneeling over, he placed his guitar to one side and lifted the cap full of coins, revealing a small stack of thin CD cases. They each had what appeared to be a moody, night sky themed cover that were obviously printed via an inkjet printer. Regardless, there was a clear amount of effort and care in how they were cut out and placed into the case.

“Uh, there are some experimental songs on here,” he explained, “But I’m… Yeah, I’m pretty proud of what I’ve got here.” Stinky passed the CD over to Skull. 

Skull nods. He accepts one of the cases, looking it over, eyes wrinkling at the corners as his smile extends. Yeah, this was going to be good.

“I’m gonna listen to it as soon as I can,” he promises. And then he’d make sure Stinky knew how good he was. “Haven’t been this excited for a new band in a long time...”

He scratches his chin underneath the bandanna, ears perked up.

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cyancynic‌:

Skull barely has to try, as Mask curls up right beside him as they both climb into the bed. While he might not sleep, he’d at least lie quietly and enjoy the warmth and contact, and if it helped Skull that was good enough. He trills softly, curled into a little ball.

Skull has the good grace to remove his bandanna, figuring that if they were going to sleep together, he might as well let it all out. He folds the fabric neatly before casting it aside, wrapping around Mask more tightly.

“It’s good...” he murmurs, “you’re good.”

The right side of his face, specifically around his nose and chin, was a faded purple. Most of his right nostril was missing, uneven in spaces where the skin had tried to grow back.

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cyancynic‌:

Army really did get worked up over food, didn’t he. Mask turns to him as he rambles, actually listening, until the shoulder squeeze distracts him and he bumps his cart into a display of pumpkin spice chai cartons, knocking the whole thing over. He watches several dozen cartons tumble to the floor. “Whoops…”

Couldn’t just leave it here. As much as he liked to get in and get out with his groceries, he wasn’t a total jerk. Sighing, he bends down to gather them up. “I guess I’ll try it. Not like I can’t afford the stuff, it’s just… I always did it this way.”

“Of course, I understand...” Army was about to say more, a rambler he was, when the chai cartons spilled themselves unceremoniously across the floor. He kneels down beside Mask and starts to scoop them into a pile. Oh, dear.

“This is a tea-saster,” Army says suddenly, snickering at himself. “Hey, do you like pumpkin spice?”

He hadn’t any in awhile... Maybe he could get some of this stuff, provided Mask liked it too.

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{{ You can probably look for responses from me later this week.

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cyancynic‌:

“Food is food, though. Meat and rice and vegetables all have the same stuff in them no matter if you get them from a can and pay $2 or from some fancy grocery store for like $25. I dunno why anybody would ever pay more than that.” Mask doesn’t seem to notice Army’s embarrassment, or perhaps he just can’t see out of the corner of his eye with his gas mask on as he pushes the cart along. 

“That’s what my mom told us every time we went to the store. There’s no point in paying a lot if it’s not actually any better.” Although he did his best not to think about his family, there were seeds planted there that were not so easily uprooted.  

“Perhaps. Meat that you purchase for a higher price may not always be better, but there may be other qualities, such as how the animal was raised or fed or how the meat was cut. The organic tag is a scam, for sure,” he says, rambling now. “At least use whole vegetables when cooking things like curry or stir fry.”

He places a hand on Mask’s shoulder, squeezing it briefly before withdrawing. 

Army rubs the back of his neck, mulling over Mask’s words. 

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cyancynic‌:

As Skull stands, Mask wraps his arms around the bigger squid, hugging and pressing his face into his chest. He stays like that for a while, eventually murmuring, “Yeah… You’re a good guy, Skull. We’ll stream again sometime, promise.” In the moment it made him a little sad that sleeping was so difficult for him. Maybe Skull would let him curl up in there anyway.

Skull grunts. He hugs Mask tightly before guiding the smaller squid to where he had been sleeping, strongly encouraging him to lie beside the massive squid. He didn’t want to let the other go so quickly.

“Good, I’d really like that...”

It was fun. Mask was fun. His ears droop, purple on the tips.

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Sneakers | alikease

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alikease‌:

Im Ali and for safety readons don’t touch me nor call me lil'dude, he picked a Luna blaster from a locker that had his name and changed his tentacle colour to purple indicating that’s his team colour

Eging blinked in surprise, then shrugged. “Whatever you say, Ali,” he says, choking on the name. He didn’t like calling others by their names, no matter the cost. He frowns.

He picks up his Clash Blaster and follows, turning his tentacles to purple as they move.

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krakenhero‌:

“Yeah, space. Pretty great place to think about when you just wander off. Clouds are cool but… honestly stars are better.” The Inkling replied with amusement.  “No, I’m not lost. I in fact, know where I am. I’m just debating on what I wish to put up with on the way to square.”

“I could walk there which would take a long twenty mintues of silence. Possibly, unless someone is going to start talking to me along the way. Which seems rather unlikely. Making the walk rather boring and seemingly rather less motivated to keep moving.”

“But if I go on a train and if it’s busy, it would be nice to chat… but it also might be considerably a bit too crowded. You have to… consider what you’re willing to deal with at the moment. ‘Ya know?”

Army nodded along to her chatter. He could understand where she was coming from, in a way.

“I, myself, cannot handle very much, so I think I know where you’re coming from... It’s a difficult choice. I’m glad you’re not lost! Would you like to walk together, then?”

Unless she wasn’t up to it, which was perfectly fine. It just seemed to be the best thing if they teamed up for however long it took them to reach their respective destinations.

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High Fashion, High Music | inky-anemone

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inky-anemone‌:

“Oh it fits almost right. Just needs a few adjustments!” She looks pretty excited as she circles him quickly while strapping pin cushion to her wrist and gently getting him to raise his arms. Working quickly she pins a few areas of the jacket in the sleeves, back and the hem of the pant legs until things sit just right, “I had made this zoot suit on a whim but I’m actually glad it suits you.” Stepping back she takes in the sight with the prep of the adjustments she’d finalize later, “It’s supposed to be worn like that and sit loose. There’s a certain charm to the fashion of it.”  Going into one of her cases again she pulls out a hat that goes with it, popping it onto his head, “I don’t think your father can argue you aren’t dressed in proper fashion in that. And even he does I can tell him anyone he meets with who tries to act like they’re on top of fashion will compliment it; as well as the actual fashion wise.” There’s a little wink as she pulls out a simple dress shirt and dress pants for him next. Presenting it to him she makes a motion to the suit, “Be careful and slow when you take that off and hang it up on a hangar. I’ll finish the adjustments on it tonight.”  “I think giving you some zany ties that otherwise go with the overall outfit will be one way to also help you keep expressing yourself with bold and loud patterns.” She was making it clear she was going to take advantage of the loopholes that his father overlooked in how she was drawing him. There was also the ever welcoming air she was giving him with that bright smile as she worked.

Specs swelled with happiness-- anxious as he was, even he could tell the lengths she had gone to to accommodate him. He smiles and bows graciously before accepting the clothing, scurrying off to follow her instructions.

The zoot suit is removed as delicately and as carefully as he can manage. He’s glad he doesn’t have to fold it as he slides it onto a hangar, wondering if the little apparatus could handle the cloth’s weight. It seemed sturdy enough...

Anemone really is amazing, he thinks. Even Dad can’t fault her. If he does, I’ll mutiny!

The dress clothes he examines tightly before sliding them on, staring wonderingly at the fabric. This was closer to his usual affair, if plainer. He touches his head to the hat Anemone gave him. He was not very inclined to remove it.

“How’s this? I think I like this,” Specs says, carefully wandering back to the other, the hat still equipped.

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octolied‌:

“The E-Liter is more the heavy hitter, than its cousins.” He has taken notes of the different types of charges and their firing range. This probably was noted during his times in Metro when doing test chambers, after all he had to use a large range of weapons.

“…and thanks.” 

He guessed. He doesn’t usually get a lot of compliments. Unless, it involved close friends of his having to give him compliments. “It’s kind of easy to switch between styles of both chargers, once you figure out… how far they can reach upon a full charge, along with how fast charge is.” His head tilted a bit to the side, a bit curious.

“Perhaps, you wish to talk more about this by the food truck or maybe around the Cafe. I stay at and probably live as well.”

“Uh, name’s Akira.”

“Is it? Nice to meet you... I’m Skull.”

Skull smiles underneath his bandanna, offering a hand to shake to Akira. It wasn’t his normal behavior but he had heard it was polite, and he respected this new charger, so he felt it was warranted. 

“I don’t switch Chargers as frequently as I should, so thank you for reminding me. If you ever want to practice together...”

Did Akira want to leave? He couldn’t tell. He felt his chest flutter with anxiety. Really, he was just excited about the whole thing! 

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cyancynic‌:

Once Mask has cleaned and put colorful bandaids on the scratches, he sits back down, wrapping his arms around one of Skull’s. “Hey… I’m serious, it’s okay. I’m not mad or anything. You should maybe try and sleep though, you were practically lying on top of me.” 

Standing, he tries to pull Skull back to his feet, or failing that, drag him to the bed. “C’mon, sleep time, I’ll be here in the morning and we’ll figure out breakfast. We can go to Denny’s.”

“I- I liked... watching you play,” Skull whines softly. But he had gone and hurt Mask, and now all the night was ruined. He grunts as Mask attempts to pull his heavy frame into a standing position. Reluctantly, he pushes himself up, ears flipped down.

He carefully doesn’t look at the bandaids Mask had to put on.

“That sounds good...”

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cyancynic‌:

“How could I forget…” If there was anything Army was not wrong about, it was the diversity of curry. Mask watches the rows of canned veggies as they pass, leaning his elbows on the shopping cart. “Army… I never understood why you always go for the expensive stuff when the cheap stuff tastes just as good. Is this just some scam they sell rich people to make them buy the same thing but for more? I don’t get it…”

Army frowns, padding after his friend. There was some merit to that belief, he had to admit, but it was not entirely sound. Some things simply had to be expensive because of their quality. Researching where and what you bought, though...

“In some cases, that may be true. There’s nothing wrong with shopping cheaply, Mask, as long as your vegetables are whole and your meat sourced from a reliable and trustworthy butcher. The benefit well outweighs the cost.”

It was clear that he was thinking hard on the answer, humming and chewing on his lip, hands quivering even as they pulled at the ends of his parka. He looks down at the tiled floor with something akin to embarrassment or shame, but just as quickly shakes himself free.

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Sneakers | alikease

@alikease 

“Sure” the smaller inkling said, he sat and waited for a match announcement while polishing some pieces of gear that you never seen in any store “your name?” he asked while polishing some lab googles.

“Eeeh, just call me Eging, huh?” He grins, bringing out his Clash Blaster from its case. Gold sparkles in his bright yellow tentacles-- or lack thereof, as he sported a close buzz, laced with designs. “What’s yours, lil’ dude?”

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salmonidparty‌:

Stinky stifled a laugh, his brow creasing. He felt a little bad for laughing at the idea of someone nearly destroying an oven while cooking, but he was one to talk anyway, with his often reckless behavior when it came to helping others.

“I can’t say I’ve nearly destroyed an oven, but I’ve had some pretty significant mess-ups when it comes to cooking,” he chortled, running a hand over his mohawk, “You only make the mistake of mixing up salt and sugar once if you can help it.” when Skull gave him a smile however, Stinky’s awkward grin grew into a genuine smile. 

“Oh, uh, hey. I’ve got a few CDs that I’ve put my songs on. I could give you one, if you’d like!” Stinky offered, “But,” he scratched at his cheek, “CDs aren’t that common nowadays, so I guess I could just tell you where you can find and download them.”

“Don’t worry.... I’ve been told I have a knack for pulling off the impossible like that,” Skull says with good humor. His tentacles wiggle of their own accord, sitting high in their ponytail. “If it helps, they both burn.”

He wasn’t sure if that was helpful at all, actually.

“CDs? I’d love one... Your voice is really amazing,” Skull says eagerly. He fumbles for his bag. “I always keep around a disc player, so don’t worry.”

He couldn’t help but think that Stinky was very brave, and he admired him for putting his art out there in such a way. It was relieving and comforting to see.

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cyancynic‌:

“Eughh Skull, grossss…” Mask whines. “Don’t lick me, people are watching.” Some people thought it was sanitary but Mask knew his immune system was too shitty to risk infection by not properly cleaning off injuries. He stops the stream and wiggles out of Skull’s grip. “I gotta wash this off now…”

He gets up, walking to his bathroom across the hall and leaving Skull for a moment. Flicking the lights on, he pulls his mask off so he can get a better look at the cuts. They weren’t deep and had pretty much stopped bleeding, but they were already getting a little puffy around the punctures. He sticks his arm under the faucet and looks over his shoulder at Skull, who he can still see through the open bedroom door. “…it’s okay. I just gotta be careful about these things.”

Not fixed.

Skull felt a little stupid-- he had just gone and done that, without even thinking about it. Not even close friends cleaned each other’s wounds like that. And he had just... 

He folds his fingers so that the long claws press into his palms. Yeah, they were due for a trim. He thought they were feeling a little long.

The chat still scrolls by, yammering about things in that typical internet dialect that made things difficult to understand. Skull hugs his knees closer to himself, not feeling it in himself to respond.

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cyancynic‌:

Mask stops to consider the jasmine rice for a moment, before grabbing the same cheap brand he bought every single time. What was familiar was comforting. This was the same kind he’d eaten as a little kid. The bag hadn’t changed in all these years. 

“C’mon, we should keep going. Before all the weirdos come out.” Nevermind that they were both here at 10 at night. Fairly early for Mask, even, who preferred to do his shopping between midnight and 4 am. ‘What’s next? I forgot what we were making.”

Army stares speechlessly at the trade he just witnessed. He looks forlornly at the jasmine rice he had pointed out before squaring his shoulders and trotting after Mask. He hums, if a few octaves higher than normal.

“We’re making curry. The deli isn’t open this late, so we’ll have to purchase packaged meats... Do you prefer beef or chicken? Or perhaps neither-- we can find a veggie recipe.”

He had recipes for every occasion.