It Was Meeee~

RP blog for Sal from WATGBS, affiliated with Citta. DISCLAIMER: This blog will contain violence, references to sexual assault, light body horror, and death. I ask you check out the Read Me link for my full disclaimer before interacting!

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✟, ☕, and ☀... Lmao.

✟ : Religious beliefs

GOD, uh well, to start since the Funamusea universe has it pretty common knowledge that there are other worlds, Sal knows there are Gods and Devils, including the ones of their world. (I personally go with the idea that WATGBS takes place in Pitch Black) BUT just because Sal knows deities are real doesn’t....mean...he actually cares about them. If anything, he views himself on level with a god and the closest thing he has to a true religion is his beliefs in the Sea of Death. The best afterlife is a nonexistent one where you come back from the dead after embracing violence and despair, full of body horror and fish monsters. Sal why are you like this.

☕: Favorite food(s)

Canonically he loves seaweed! I’d also say salmon, since well, that’s how Salmon Sharks got their name. He eats a lot of fish but I feel like he’s the kind of guy to pride himself on balancing his diet. Gotta eat those tasty greens.

☀ : Favorite season(s)

This one is so weird to think about, because it’s like.... Sal actually waxing sentimental about something nice, lmao. I think he loves spring the most, because it’s full of life and cute scenery and surprisingly probably makes him feel relaxed. 

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☮ ☯❤

☮: Opinion on peace

Sal probably doesn’t hate anything more than he hates peace. It’s the most boring thing in the world to him and he’s the kind of asshole to think it can’t be maintained, anyway. He associates peace with the Blue Sea Kingdom, which is a big part of why it disgusts him as a whole.

☯: Do they believe in karma?

Answered this one here!

❤: Opinion on love

UUUUGHHHHH....

Sal is...Okay, so his thoughts on love are gross and really contradicting. He’d say love isn’t important and finds the sight of other people in love with like, vague disgust. Yet then he’d definitely call what he feels towards Wadanohara ‘love’, even though THAT IS NOT WHAT THAT IS. He likes the thought of being domestic with someone but the actual equality and teamwork that goes into real love kinda scares him because it’s letting someone else have some control, and blah, blah, blah control issues. 

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☯: Do they believe in karma?

HAHA

As a rule or concept of the universe? No, Sal doesn’t believe in karma. If karma were a thing then, in his god awful opinion, no one would get anything done. It would also mean all the things he thinks people ought to pay for(i.e. a bunch of petty ass shit no one but him cares about) would come around to punish them.

People who do believe in karma he’d seriously look down on.

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☠ : Opinion on death ➶ : Opinion on killing ☮: Opinion on peace ☯: Do they believe in karma? ✤ : Do they believe in luck? ✟ : Religious beliefs ♂ : Sexuality ☿: Opinion on gender ❤: Opinion on love ❥ :Opinion on love from the first sight ♞: Favorite animal(s) ☕: Favorite food(s) ♛ : Opinion on outer beauty ☀ : Favorite season(s) ☽ : Favorite time of day ☂ : Favorite weather ◎ : Opinion on lying

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The sudden outward changes in Sal’s emotions were not too surprising anymore.  She would be lying, though, if she were to say his mood swings didn’t keep her on her toes.  He was unpredictable to the point of being dangerous to himself and other people.  It was something she never saw in him before he expressed his true nature all those years ago, which shook her down to her very core. Even now, the sea witch felt a bit on the shaky side in the ambassador’s presence, though the reasoning behind such a reaction felt distorted and manipulated from the norm.  Her stomach didn’t feel queasy with absolute, utter terror anymore when occupied underneath his critical red-eyed stare.  Instead, she was experiencing an uncomfortable feeling of giddiness.  The unanticipated and unwanted butterflies that flew around her stomach when he referred to her as his dear did not help her confusion whatsoever…

Why… Why was she enjoying his attention?  Sal was demeaning her.  He made her feel so small, so then why…  Why?

“I needed some time alone to think on all that has happened the past few days…  It’s been a lot for me to take in.”

After Sal motioned for her to join him and walk by his side, Wadanohara briefly hesitated.  She could tell that he was busy, tending to other matters unknown to her.  The more information Sal collected on the city, the more imperative having a conversation regarding their circumstances became.  Regardless of her confusion and what her feelings were towards the shark in front of her, Wadanohara knew that something between them needed to be worked out.

She let out a small sigh, before reluctantly joining him.  “I um…  Well, I want us to talk about our situation,” Wadanohara said.  

“If you’re fine with it, I would like to discuss with you why we might be here in the first place, and maybe… What we should do?  I don’t intend to bother you with any of this, so I hope you can understand…”

In truth, it would be entirely unexpected for Sal to level with her on something so important.  She couldn’t trust him to take their discussion seriously, knowing fully well of his lack of respect for her.  And as much as she wanted to deny it, Wadanohara knew deep down that she wanted his appreciation and admiration.  Otherwise, her feelings toward Sal would obviously not be so confusing at the moment.

Wadanohara pulled at the collar of her shirt, feeling particularly uncomfortable with the fabric being pressed so close to her already hot face.  “You’re the first person from our world that I’ve met with so far,” she explained.  Albeit from different timelines.  “It’s possible that we’re the only two people the scientists took from the sea.”

The sea witch glanced up at the shark every so often as they walked, studying his expressions carefully.  She aimlessly fidgeted, pulling at the ends of her sleeves.

“Sal, have you seen anyone that you recognized?”

His eyes roamed over her burning crimson cheeks, listening attentively with growing interest the more she spoke. Nervousness, embarrassment, hesitance... These all were perfectly normal responses for Wadanohara to have around him, as bumbling and poorly matched for his talents as the sea witch was. The level of heat, though; the bright color sweeping over her features was just a little too far out of place. Sal could easily say he understood Wadanohara like no other under the sea, it mattered very little that this alternate version was more seasoned than the one he knew, no, he saw too deeply into her quaint, darling heart to misinterpret her behavior. So he knew it was safe to say, something going on here was ever so slightly....Off.

Curious....

This would require some delicate attention to navigate. Perhaps the sea witch required a bit more focus at the moment than the map. Something was here, buried in her words and her lovely, plush cheeks and it was suddenly rather off-putting. What was it... What was it...

Not that he would allow this frustration to show. Not that he would ever give his enemy an opening to gain ground over him. Sal's face stays schooled in a neutral expression, only slipping into fond glances when she asked her sweet questions of his thoughts. Really, she was only right to come to him for aid.

"Why, yes! It's more than fine by me to hold that discussion with you, Wadanohara. I'm glad you chose to, as much as we have our differences we have similar goals of leaving this world far behind us. In this situation survival is in question and you're wise to see that clearly."

And already she was helping him to that end marvelously. So she was alone here? Well, if it remained so that would keep a great deal of complications out of his path. Good.

Sal pauses when she finishes, a hand to his chin and a soft hum through his lips as he picked his words ever so carefully.

"And I, you, my dear. You were the first familiar face in my arrival. Ahh, let me see... Hmm. So far I met a demon--believe me when I say he'll be no help, loud idiot, that one. The type to ogle anything with legs.--and there was someone else."

And here was the play. Displeasure in his voice at the last of his sentence, a pause as he fixed Wadanohara with a entirely crafted look of consideration. Oh, of course he would withhold information from her. Of course the one who brought her entire kingdom to ruin would refuse her even the small comfort of knowing she was not alone in this city with him.

Exactly the tool he needed to wedge open this little chat for something deeper.

"...Miss Chlomaki is here as well, I'm sure your friend will be more than happy to support you. That is, if you haven't found her already."

A roll of the eyes, another pause for him to look away and shift his arms to cross. His look at her next has a piercing, serious quality he knows she wouldn’t be ignoring.

"Wadanohara, from what I've learned we and many, many others are not here by choice. The person who greeted me when I was kidnapped said only that we're now part of some experiment. For the moment, I plan to work with that motivation for all this chaos and I would suggest you do as well. Think of this city as a maze our enemies built with their bare hands. What we should do for now is obvious, we memorize the maze."

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Any chance of remaining inconspicuous around Sal was long gone when Wadanohara let out a small cry, admittedly shaken by the sudden and out of place jabbing sensation that erupted from the small of her back.

And as the pain settled in, so did the confusion and disarray she felt upon looking at the same man she had been following and taking note of for the past hour.  In her eyes, Sal was not quite the same, not in the way she had viewed him previously.  It was a strangely remarkable but drastic shift in her perception, only after giving him just one passing glance from the corner of her eye in the process of recollecting herself.  But the sudden fondness for him, a strong attachment, and an intimate longing settling on her mind for Sal was what made her do a double take.

He seemed to radiate power and self-confidence, an overwhelming and charming sense of pride that no one else replicated.  Beauty and tact were suddenly aspects about Sal that she saw in him, all the while gawking at the shark from across the street with a jaw hung open.  Somehow, she couldn’t possibly look away for even an instant.  He had completely captured her undivided attention without even attempting in that moment, seemingly not even aware of her presence.

She was mystified, entirely enraptured with how mesmerizing he looked with the faint glimmer of the evening sun ghosting over his pale skin.  The sun made his red eyes shine, already casting a warm glow across his visage.  It was as if she was looking at the ambassador with eyes that were not her own.  Under normal circumstances, she would never look at a man who had attempted to destroy her sea, kill her lover, and seek power and control over her as tenderly as she was at that very moment.  Those memories appeared to her like faded photographs in her mind, entirely hopeless up against the divinely composed man in front of her.

Nothing about these sentiments made any logical sense, though that thought alone felt distant in comparison to all others festering inside her.  The emotions and thoughts were flawed and akin to the static that existed in her brain when she was cursed so long ago, specifically by the man she felt so impossibly attached.  However, the scenario at hand wasn’t of a magical variety…  Right?  What was wrong with her?  She wasn’t supposed to feel this way.  Everything about this was wrong.

Revulsion and dread were beginning to settle in, building a home in Wadanohara’s heart as old, deceased feelings of self-doubt started to rise.  The sea witch had gotten rid of those feelings of uncertainty regarding how she had reacted to Sal’s ambitions, goals, and ideals.  Everyone around her insisted that she had done everything she could and that nothing was her fault.  But in many ways, she felt directly responsible for Sal’s betrayal.

Perhaps that was why, against her better judgment and an appropriate longing to sprint in the opposite direction, Wadanohara proceeded to approach him.  Her cheeks felt warmer and warmer with each step she took.  She clutched her chest and swallowed hard, taking in a deep breath before murmuring:

“Sal…  Can we talk?”

“Ah.”

Surprise was the very farthest thing from describing his tone.

Five blocks walking about the city, stopping at every establishment that caught his interest to chat up the employees a bit and ask his fill of questions. Already neatly folded in his pocket was the makings of a map; of course, as first drafts always did look it was a crude listing of buildings, streets, and drawings of shapes. It would be tossed as soon as it served it’s purpose when he had time to carefully draw out a neat and precise version. The map was his highest priority at the moment, which was exactly why he let his little stalker think herself clever and trail after him like a lost puppy would it’s master. 

Cute, that she thought him a fool enough not to spot her silly and downright awkward attempts to appear casual from across the street. Irritating too, to keep aware of the little gnat’s own movements. So predictable, had he not known his former lover like the back of his hand he might even think she wanted him to see her. 

Truth be told, when she approached him he was busy writing another note to his map and hardly raised an eyebrow until she spoke to him in that soft, weak voice... Aah. What a gentle sound, it even brought a light smile as he turned to face her, head tilted as he took her in.

Ohh~ goodness. What a cute blush on her lovely, fair skin. Did she even realize the treat she graciously laid out for him? Typical Wadanohara, so senseless.... though he never did complain.

“My dear, I must say I almost thought you wouldn’t come out of hiding at all today. How very rude of you, slinking about behind my back.” He sighs dramatically, all good cheer despite the insults. “To answer your question I would suppose it all depends on what you would like to talk about, Wadanohara. You may see me as an unreasonable man, but I think we can both agree these are not circumstances either of us would call normal. There’s hardly shame in conversation, and least of all with you.”

Sal clicks his pen and puts it and his paper away, a brilliant smile on display as he waved one clawed hand to the empty space beside him, a clear invitation to walk beside him. He had things to do and surely she didn’t expect him to make time for the intrusion alone. They would multi-task.

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Initially, when the wayward ambassador spoke her name, a means of calmly acknowledging her presence, the sea witch was unable to say a single word.  His greeting was neither positive nor negative.  He was simply there, existing, standing before her without a smile or a frown.  Completely and utterly expressionless.  Such an image was not particularly new to her, though, it had been a long time since she was forced to bear witness to him.  For years she had often seen his ghostly visage standing out amongst the crowds of fish in her sea, though, in reality, a sight as irritating as that would only turn out to be a phantasm.  He was gone, after all.  Deceased in a sealed away land just as bloodied and battered as the results of the lies he spread when alive.

However, the hallucination Wadanohara mused she was experiencing seemed much more vivid and played out in a longer lasting way than any she had ever previously worked through.  It had been a long time since Wadanohara’s mind forced her to examine Sal in general, and to regard him, a man who appeared so vividly with such defined features and a gravelly long forgotten voice left her taken aback.

She blinked countless times, then rubbed at her eyes when the twisted apparition still refused to disappear.  Each time in performing such an action with no hoped for end gradually made Wadanohara increasingly more alarmed.  She rubbed, and rubbed, and rubbed at her shaky gray eyes as beads of sweat began to slide down her face.

Wadanohara ceased her efforts when she felt her hands starting to shake.  She finally opened her eyes fully, glancing between her quivering palms and the stiff ambassador, before managing to force out a greeting of her own with words plain and voice soft.

“S…  Sal?”

She clearly refused to vanish like he so wished her to. Which, against all decent rules of the universe and sane logic, meant this wraith was flesh and blood. How? He could not say, but he would not stand here to be made a fool. If there was only one way to get to the bottom of this, as revolting as it was to entertain, he would make the first move into the unknown. He was not intimidated by any version of little Miss Wadanohara, he would prove her well of that fact.

“Well, quite the predicament we have here... it is quite the surprise to see you again, Wadanohara. My, my, such a lovely new outfit you have on today! Anchors truly are your symbol, so many of them you shine even more than you usually do.”

His smile then is tight, but oh so cheerful in his flash of teeth. His eyes are sharp and draw over her figure to catch every unfamiliar detail, that gaze stopping suddenly on her hair. On the length of it.

How old was she? What time had passed in this Wadanohara’s life? It did not make sense. 

His smile carved up, in a lopsided grin. The kind of expression to imply he knew more than he held in his current cards.

“It makes me wonder though... Were you perhaps tired of the old design? I thought the eyes were such a nice look, and, well, you do so know my favorite color. I just can’t hide my bias, dear.”

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@temporalblue This would not do. He would not stand for this treatment nor such insults that he was not only dethroned-- no, salt in the wound: he, he was kidnapped and made a captive to these meddling, nosy little scientists. His kingdom, his lover, his power, even his sword all of which he fought tooth and nail to hold in his palm. All of it. Stolen away in one fell swoop.

Ridiculous. Unfathomable. Unfathomable, and yet here he was and Sal had just finished beating an innocent rolling chair of his apartment into a heap of broken parts. One small wheel bounced once as it hit the floor, teetering with a pitiful click. His claws scraped deep grooves into the decapitated headrest in his hands. Not the best use of time, nor was he exactly pleased to lose the piece of furniture, but it was a loss he could accept when he needed to take his anger out on something if he was to get anything done today. Senseless destruction was a tad uncouth, normally he would leave this sort of thing to his idiot brother but here and now Sal could sink to his level just this once. 

It was understandable. One such as he, so blatantly spat upon in this filthy little dry land city. Even poised and practiced rulers fell to tantrums when sufficiently pushed--

Ah, but this was not anything like a cracking temper tantrum. As much as the prying eyes of his captors might love to think this a chink in the armor, they would remain sorely mistaken. There was nothing he could not handle.

He was fine.

A slow rattling chuckle left the shark as he tossed the plastic remains over his shoulder, readjusted his tie, and stepped out to take a nice starting walk around this new shiny prison. Information, no matter the universe, was the one consistently priceless currency. Immediate action was the only course of action.

A gentle smile curved upon his face as he descended the elevator, preparing to put on his old persona with the locals. The first opportunity was already revealed when he pulled back the front door and was met with---

Grey eyes, long braids, blue outfit adorned with anchors. No. No, no what hellish ghosts of the past were playing tricks on his eyes, this was not her, not as she should be, as he had made damn well sure she would STAY....

“.....................Wadanohara.”

Ah, ah. Perhaps he had taken just a tad too long to speak, he was sure she noticed his stare, his smile drop. Ah, but perhaps this phantom would do him the polite service of evaporating before his person and save him the worry of the mistep.

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oh gosh, sorry about that! I added my personal contact now to this app and i'll be adding it also to my application for Roc Hijohshiki

Welcome to the hive, Sal!

You will be housed in apartment n-5.

You will retain the ability to shift into shark form up to two times per day, for up to ten minutes each use. You will also be given a wooden sword.

Enjoy your stay!

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