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             - piietys -

          She couldn’t take another step without her glasses.

          Not that she couldn’t see; she could see perfectly fine. It was just that, they were really expensive and she would be steaming mad if they were just ... poof! Like that.

          The battle’s been over, and despite the narrow defeat, Lydia hadn’t bothered to lend an ear to the results. Her allies seemed disappointed, but she was zipping around in lightning bolts, rummaging through swarms of color. Popping back to the surface when she’d forfeited an area, her misguided suspicions fell on the closest female inkling, of whom she pursed her lips at before sending a shout her way.

          ❝ Hey, gup! Did you take ‘em? Only one who splatted me! ❞

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          Lydia was normally never out this late, under any circumstance, but lended herself an exception this one time. The Squid Sisters performed fairly often about the metropolis, but she wasn’t ever much of a party killer and preferred a distant and watchful eye. Tonight, she managed to enjoy herself, however, and took down a neon sidewalk with a few other inklings older than herself after the festivities died. Through the course of an hour, their pack of eight dwindled to six, then three, then she alone.

          She wasn’t scared -- she’d grown up here and knew most every corner. Irregardless, there was a looming stress as the pinks and greens of the city dulled and all that remained was a soft buzz and the moonlight.

          She’d gotten lost here, and her only current hope that loomed seemingly just ahead was coming nearer, which should have been relieving, but clearly wasn’t.

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[ くコ:彡 - 

   In a middle of a turf war between color vs color, half of the battle gone, half of the battle still has left in stores. Quick on his feet and speedy on his swims, trying to take its ink and cover most of the map’s floors as possible. Quick on his aiming and fire as well, sneaky he was and taking down enemies in any direction and within his area around himself. As then once, swimming up to a rested inkling teammate without knowing as he pops up to turn itself into humanoid form. Seems to startle the inkling. Then, a slap, across the face of his, as his cheek turns into a bruise red like color.

     “A-Ah! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!”

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          Her cheeks take sweet time to puff out at the male inkling’s apology, yanking her weapon back into a sweet nestling spot at her shoulder. Her cover quite clearly blown now, anxious irises bounced around left and right before settling back on her ‘assailant’ with a muted huff.

           ❝ Mm, yeah. Was just taking a second. I’ll get to what I was doing. But now I gotta wait longer to go back to where I wanna, ‘cause my hiding spot’s blown. ❞  So she flops back down, flinging their team’s familiar violet all around.

           ❝ So, what’cha gonna do, Squid Boy Wonder? Gonna hang back and cover me or get back to shooting stuff? Don’t matter much to me either way, I guess, kinda. ❞

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“No need to raise your voice, kiddo. This isn’t a concert.”

A finger is pressed to her lips with a coy smile, urging a bit more calm from the inkling. She loved to see her fans excited, don’t get her wrong, but there was no need to draw too big of a crowd when she was just running to grab some treats from one of the shops. A tug is made at her clothes in an attempt to conceal herself a tad more effectively. Marie better appreciate all this trouble when she got back that was for sure.

“Keep your voice down juuust a lil’, ok?”

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          Maybe that was a little inconsiderate. Though, she’s never really walked in the shoes of a renowned star who made hearts throb across the city and back, so it hadn’t crossed her mind at first. A few adjacent voices chirped an amplified tune, but otherwise no crowd had managed to gather about them. A miracle.

          Partially starstruck and the other half apologetic, she blinked a few times when the older of the two made an effort to shush her, before a pink shade flashed across her cheeks in response. Lydia stumbled on a hushed word for a while, not completely managing to process even her own embarrassment.

          ❝ Uh -- um, I’m sorry. That -- wasn’t really rad of me at all ... n’ kinda shellfish. I just, uh, got kinda excited ... Miss? Won’t let it happen again. Squid’s honor. ❞ Cue a clinching lock-and-throw-away-the-key motion.

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   Blue VS. Orange this turf war was against, scattered paint of each team all over the very map that is being part of this battle. Take downs in the many directions and surrounding this inkling has to deal with. Kills were not the matter as of this point as the game was close and even, unless someone is doing something a bit sneaky that brings up the team to a winning advantage, while the other is in danger. That’s what this inkling was doing. Invading the enemies’ home base, her inkbrush wailing to her left and to her right, getting as most of the enemies’ color at good riddance with her own to boost the team. Then suddenly, a zip past the one’s shoulder, panicking she was as it splatted the nearest wall to her.

   She looked at the target at a quick glance, panic mode has activated as then she quickly turn into her squid form within her ink. Due to her ability of ninja squid, she was able to hide from the other perfectly, well as long as the inkling didn’t know her location of where she was hiding. So she decided to move around a bit as she tries to get closer to the enemy, seeing if she can get ‘rid’ of her.

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          Given her hefty assisting role and her (at times) overbearing confidence, it’s a fair disappointment how poor Lydia is under pressure. The opposite squid vanished without so much as a trace, and by then her head jolted around, locking onto the distant battlefield where her allies were making headway before eyes returned to the now empty pool of orange. Fearing being splatted, the charger dashed frantically down to the end of the ledge from which she’d been sniping, hoping the other would just continue on with their conquest without bothering with her petty and substandard aim.

          Lydia’s small and not too strong, after all, and can’t help herself for anything in direct combat. Hiding here in the ink wouldn’t do her any good, so with only one viable option, her gloved hands shivered with nerves, struggling to charge and prep near her vulnerable side.

          ❝ I -- I won’t miss this time -- ! So stay away! ❞

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             - lnkllng -

          Still with splashes of purple drenching her clothes, she’s positioned in a corner where the sunlight doesn’t quite reach, a stray beam barely skirting over the edge of her sneakers. Her Splatterscope was draped across the expanse of her lap as Lydia hugged her knees into her chest, the weapon digging somewhat uncomfortably into her abdomen. Her head rested fairly against a wall at her back, optics set somewhere in a back alley, or something of a fantasy.

          When taken unawares, however, her body jolts in an upward strike, sending the charger into an upright position just to face gravity and smack the male in the face.

          ❝ Mah -- ! Holy mackerel -- Please don’t sneak up on me like that ever, ever!  ❞

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             - iinksms -

          Okay, squideroonie, breathe deeply and line up the shot...

          Her own inner monologue was actually proving more distracting than beneficial, pulling her sparse attention toward the puddle of deep blue goop she resided in and the thick, mixing lines of blue and orange just beneath her perch. Fresh ink dripped in excess from the barrel of the weapon while honing in on a lone girl, invading her team’s home base, which only served to add pressure to her raised shoulders. So naturally, she overthought it, again, sending a solid stream of royal just past her target, slightly grazing their side but proving unsuccessful. 

          About then, mentally, she panicked.

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                -- freshnedgy --

          She’s not a groupie, she says. Irregardless, she looks intently through the transparent surface, hands shrouded by sleeves with far too much length pressed flatly against it. Shoving upward, her bitsy stature would manage a few solid glimpses or so, but whether or not the idols spared a wave for her over another, Lydia had no idea.

          This persisted for so long a time, that when met with Callie in the flesh, she at first assumed herself having grown taller.

          ❝ Oh, nh -- Hold up, you’re actually -- ? ❞ There was some chatter at a distance behind her, and Lydia barely resisted the urge to reach out toward what she assumed a reflection.

          ❝ Golly, you’re squiddin’ me! It’s you you, like, actual Callie! ❞

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hi my lil squids and not so squids .. my dumplin children

im gettin this ball rollin so like and ill give you a lil dabble r somethin

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               WHO ARE WE?

                                        SQUID NATION!

                                                         --written by kemia. credit.

[aranelyn]

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