Prince Inkenzio

(open RP) recruitment dancer

“I do not exactly aiming for you, when i talking about spy. Simply, is that current currency inklings are spy here. If your words are true, then this is good news. Otherwise, you know what wait for you” * he smirked * “But this naivete is touching. If all squids were like you likely that many problems could have been resolved a long time. So culture and octo you interested?”

agentwestlake

“…with all due respect, sir, I don’t think it’s really that naive to not want to have a war for no reason. Even turf wars are for fun and money but a real war is expensive… And we kinda… already won…” they mumble the last sentence, chin sinking into their collar again. Many Inklings might not be fond of Octarians, but the Octarians were not even remotely a threat anymore. A nuisance when they wanted to be, but not a threat. Not to a race that greatly outranked them in both numbers and firepower.

"The inklings have not changed, that I hear. Always take a joke the name of war, then, that in the past, this was one of the greatest dramas of stories" * Replied he, with a semblance of apparant hatred. * "A denial not to assume their actions. Well, it does not surprise me. You belong to an immature race, who likes to party, have fun and forget that some words may offend other people, which does have not had a glorious life "

* He caresses the tip of the chin * "Do not you think that in a perfect world, everyone would live freely?"

Like squid and octo ( rp with rekx)

* Inkenzio looking skyward, apparently, it was fine; a perfect time to go out to visit the main city of Octos. Prince went out a little, these days; between military training, choreography and singing trainings, he was often tired. But he said a little browse the kingdom, would allow him to find inspiration to write a new song.

So he went into the sectors “little geniuses”. between the shops and restaurants of the main streets was covered ways in which one could cross some computer rooms. often, the exchanges were Octos in the corner, with other peoples; either to recover the equipment or rare goods who do not exist in octo city.

. he think that see the workshops these narrow corridors allow it can be to have ideas. But he was stop face a small courtyard lost in all this maze. a simple bench, an ink fountain, a balcony with view of the basement and one light illuminating a tree. it was rather original and poetic.He put out his shamisen of his bag, for began to scrape a few notes.

In the distance, random Electronic sounds, caused by computers and machinery, amused him. and he is by listening to them he sought to harmonize these noises to successfully have a semblance of music *

The shop keeper was typing in the coordinates for the weekly drop to come by. The commands were complex and intricate but he knew them by heart.

The drill came down, passing right between two lens as usual. Its speed was rapidly slowed by a large white parachute marked with a red star. It was headed towards the shop’s back yard.

The old merchant had everything to gain from allowing the surface inkling to deal through his shop. This weekly event made his shop extremely popular. Some came for the surface’s equipment at a discount price and others only to see on of these rare friendly inklings.

The cargo came crashing down slowly, landing softly behind the shop. The old seller made sure to ring the shop’s bell to announce its arrival.

* Inkenzio who previously played, heard the sound of a bell. . Gently, he put his affairs, having to finish scribbling a few partitions. Then he returns his hood of his cape coat over his head. he preferred to keep quiet when he came into the crowd that was forming around. he did not know this shop, maybe that was not interested before, and then it was recent. but it is always intrigued the young prince.

the octoling entered, browsing in his eyes the shelves. what could well attract curiosity? he stopped at the Electronic side, seeming more interested in that than anything else. *

“What do you mean sell less than usual?” The purple haired inkling was hunched over the counter of the seller. He had been here a lot, it was unclear how he had come to be accepted around here but then again, he did help a lot. “I guess younger generations are not as easily impressed anymore.” Responded the old Octoling very audibly. The shark spiced squid growled before bursting through the back door. “Ill show them what my gear can do…” He walked to the cargo drill and opened it up by entering a small code on pad attached to the base of it. The whole shell flipped to the side before opening up. He started plunging a speaker to another, a mixer to an amp, a sub to a top.

The whole setup vibrated as he applied the final touches. Surely “this” would attract some new customers. The speakers blazed away as he slowly raised the volume, trying to bring the Octarian shopper up to speed.

* The curiosity of the prince is fueled by the sight of new musical equipment. it was very welcome, his was getting old. his father who offered him his old mixer, when he knew he wanted to follow his passion and that octarians had finished building his spacial DJ ships. he loved his tablet, although the wasabi had made some faulty keys and he had to repair them.but if he could have better, it does not spit in the soup.

He walked nonchalantly , his odd eyes scrutinizing with curious eye these small wonders. the inklings had definitely a very good equipment and it was very frustrating. but there, with this basis he could costumiser and make it more efficient. at least if the components were as effective as the appearance.

the tips of the fingers, he wanted to test this new feature, see all that music stuff had in his body. *

“Seller, can you tell me more about this?” * You replied he, giving him a look *

rekx

Tarmak turned around as the music was still rocking the speakers, his sharp teeth showing through his wide smile. “That sir is the finest of the surface delivered straight to you here down in the valley. Simple setup, One choral X.05 Mixer looped into two pre-amped reef 300 and two tsunami 400 basses. Enough to rock the scales of a speeding barracuda. Interested?”

He kicked back, leaning against one of the massive speakers. He knew how t sell and how to demonstrate what the equipment he had could do. The waves were perfectly tuned and the massive basses were shaking the air around them. More curious octolings bunched around the drill. Tarmak knew it would be a good day.

* He raised an eyebrow, seem satisfied about the seller. but he knew it was a merchant, he would tempt any customer to buy a product. He offered him a smile, followed with an amused grin. * “Ho, indeed, it appears to be good material” * he replied. * “I would be interested, but first, I would do some tests” * He added, while watching a perfectly serious. and to make him understand that he had to do, he pulled his hood .to show the tiara he had *

Tarmak tilted his head curiously. A test? With a jewely crown? Was this guy royalty? Sure whatever. “Of course go ahead!” He was , in truth, really curious to see this test he wanted to conduct.

" good" * He gave him a grateful smile, before coming closer to the dj stuff. Prince began to see a little of what this machine had to offer him, touching everything. and after a moment, he made a test with one of his projects he had not finished the score. (Music approaches the old albums of punk daft, if you want an idea) who wanted him to be discreet, it was definitely dead. Customers knew, at least, knew his work. and it led back other octolings prowling the streets. to the shop, it will certainly make their month. *

#splatoon #rp

Like squid and octo ( rp with rekx)

* Inkenzio looking skyward, apparently, it was fine; a perfect time to go out to visit the main city of Octos. Prince went out a little, these days; between military training, choreography and singing trainings, he was often tired. But he said a little browse the kingdom, would allow him to find inspiration to write a new song.

So he went into the sectors “little geniuses”. between the shops and restaurants of the main streets was covered ways in which one could cross some computer rooms. often, the exchanges were Octos in the corner, with other peoples; either to recover the equipment or rare goods who do not exist in octo city.

. he think that see the workshops these narrow corridors allow it can be to have ideas. But he was stop face a small courtyard lost in all this maze. a simple bench, an ink fountain, a balcony with view of the basement and one light illuminating a tree. it was rather original and poetic.He put out his shamisen of his bag, for began to scrape a few notes.

In the distance, random Electronic sounds, caused by computers and machinery, amused him. and he is by listening to them he sought to harmonize these noises to successfully have a semblance of music *

The shop keeper was typing in the coordinates for the weekly drop to come by. The commands were complex and intricate but he knew them by heart.

The drill came down, passing right between two lens as usual. Its speed was rapidly slowed by a large white parachute marked with a red star. It was headed towards the shop’s back yard.

The old merchant had everything to gain from allowing the surface inkling to deal through his shop. This weekly event made his shop extremely popular. Some came for the surface’s equipment at a discount price and others only to see on of these rare friendly inklings.

The cargo came crashing down slowly, landing softly behind the shop. The old seller made sure to ring the shop’s bell to announce its arrival.

* Inkenzio who previously played, heard the sound of a bell. . Gently, he put his affairs, having to finish scribbling a few partitions. Then he returns his hood of his cape coat over his head. he preferred to keep quiet when he came into the crowd that was forming around. he did not know this shop, maybe that was not interested before, and then it was recent. but it is always intrigued the young prince.

the octoling entered, browsing in his eyes the shelves. what could well attract curiosity? he stopped at the Electronic side, seeming more interested in that than anything else. *

“What do you mean sell less than usual?” The purple haired inkling was hunched over the counter of the seller. He had been here a lot, it was unclear how he had come to be accepted around here but then again, he did help a lot. “I guess younger generations are not as easily impressed anymore.” Responded the old Octoling very audibly. The shark spiced squid growled before bursting through the back door. “Ill show them what my gear can do…” He walked to the cargo drill and opened it up by entering a small code on pad attached to the base of it. The whole shell flipped to the side before opening up. He started plunging a speaker to another, a mixer to an amp, a sub to a top.

The whole setup vibrated as he applied the final touches. Surely “this” would attract some new customers. The speakers blazed away as he slowly raised the volume, trying to bring the Octarian shopper up to speed.

* The curiosity of the prince is fueled by the sight of new musical equipment. it was very welcome, his was getting old. his father who offered him his old mixer, when he knew he wanted to follow his passion and that octarians had finished building his spacial DJ ships. he loved his tablet, although the wasabi had made some faulty keys and he had to repair them.but if he could have better, it does not spit in the soup.

He walked nonchalantly , his odd eyes scrutinizing with curious eye these small wonders. the inklings had definitely a very good equipment and it was very frustrating. but there, with this basis he could costumiser and make it more efficient. at least if the components were as effective as the appearance.

the tips of the fingers, he wanted to test this new feature, see all that music stuff had in his body. *

“Seller, can you tell me more about this?” * You replied he, giving him a look *

rekx

Tarmak turned around as the music was still rocking the speakers, his sharp teeth showing through his wide smile. “That sir is the finest of the surface delivered straight to you here down in the valley. Simple setup, One choral X.05 Mixer looped into two pre-amped reef 300 and two tsunami 400 basses. Enough to rock the scales of a speeding barracuda. Interested?”

He kicked back, leaning against one of the massive speakers. He knew how t sell and how to demonstrate what the equipment he had could do. The waves were perfectly tuned and the massive basses were shaking the air around them. More curious octolings bunched around the drill. Tarmak knew it would be a good day.

* He raised an eyebrow, seem satisfied about the seller. but he knew it was a merchant, he would tempt any customer to buy a product. He offered him a smile, followed with an amused grin. * "Ho, indeed, it appears to be good material" * he replied. * "I would be interested, but first, I would do some tests" * He added, while watching a perfectly serious. and to make him understand that he had to do, he pulled his hood .to show the tiara he had *

#splatoon #RP

(open rp) Hanami

*Ikachiisai was patient. she did not expect that the inkling girl arrives at the minute. and it allowed her to read a little news there was below the beautiful city that was inkopolis. apparently, the Octos also celebrating the spring festival; but could not enjoy the sun. what a shame, the sky is really beautiful. and the smell of flowering trees left her dreamy. this day will be perfect! she would enjoy with a girl who was not afraid of the “fangirl of Octos”. *

happy-ink-stains

After a long moment, a silhouette with pink tentacles came closer and greeted the other Inkling, giving her a slight bow, an hand on her Legendary Cap. “ Greetings, are you here for the picnic ? I brought some fresh drinks. “ Encreline said, a warm smile on her face. “ Name’s Encreline, and PinkPeppermint eh eh. Nice to meet ya. “

Holy Kraken, it was indeed hot out there, but fortunately the trees and their shadow were helping a lot. There was even a cool breeze rising in the air.

* IkaChiisai looked up from her phone squid, her cluster stramps stirring by a slight breezed. She nodded, a smile on her lips drawing * "Yes that's it" * she gets up, coming to greet the inkling * "Enchanted, I'm Ikachiisai, but you can call me Ika" * Laughs softly, coming grab her bag hinting of bentos box and bags of sweets * “Lets’ go <3"

splatoonus

Hold onto your buoys because this next Splatfest is quite a doozy! Ever since we’ve uncovered the theme, the Squid Research Lab has been in utter chaos. Need a hint?

F is for Friends who splat things together

U is for you and me

N is for anywhere and anytime at all…

But not under the deep blue sea (because Inklings can’t swim)!

That’s right – this Splatfest will be Team SpongeBob vs Team Patrick! Whether you live in a pineapple or under a rock, head to Inkopolis Plaza and cast your pick starting tomorrow.

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mixiv-14

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corpusbonds

Oh boy I can’t wait for YELLOW? PINK? quotes.

#Splatoon #fanart #fun #sketch #dj octavio #octarian #octoling #octo #octopus #inkenzio #dj octavio familly

it's really difficult. I love both characters at the same level. but I find the prettiest pink than yellow. (And I hate so much pink XD )

#splatfest

I found out on twitter, there is a buoy Splatoon xD I was there ... ho my god! what’s idea and I could not help imagining Dj Octavio above. I think I found the new xD kawaii octopus on buoy.

Like squid and octo ( rp with rekx)

* Inkenzio looking skyward, apparently, it was fine; a perfect time to go out to visit the main city of Octos. Prince went out a little, these days; between military training, choreography and singing trainings, he was often tired. But he said a little browse the kingdom, would allow him to find inspiration to write a new song.

So he went into the sectors “little geniuses”. between the shops and restaurants of the main streets was covered ways in which one could cross some computer rooms. often, the exchanges were Octos in the corner, with other peoples; either to recover the equipment or rare goods who do not exist in octo city.

. he think that see the workshops these narrow corridors allow it can be to have ideas. But he was stop face a small courtyard lost in all this maze. a simple bench, an ink fountain, a balcony with view of the basement and one light illuminating a tree. it was rather original and poetic.He put out his shamisen of his bag, for began to scrape a few notes.

In the distance, random Electronic sounds, caused by computers and machinery, amused him. and he is by listening to them he sought to harmonize these noises to successfully have a semblance of music *

The shop keeper was typing in the coordinates for the weekly drop to come by. The commands were complex and intricate but he knew them by heart.

The drill came down, passing right between two lens as usual. Its speed was rapidly slowed by a large white parachute marked with a red star. It was headed towards the shop’s back yard.

The old merchant had everything to gain from allowing the surface inkling to deal through his shop. This weekly event made his shop extremely popular. Some came for the surface’s equipment at a discount price and others only to see on of these rare friendly inklings.

The cargo came crashing down slowly, landing softly behind the shop. The old seller made sure to ring the shop’s bell to announce its arrival.

* Inkenzio who previously played, heard the sound of a bell. . Gently, he put his affairs, having to finish scribbling a few partitions. Then he returns his hood of his cape coat over his head. he preferred to keep quiet when he came into the crowd that was forming around. he did not know this shop, maybe that was not interested before, and then it was recent. but it is always intrigued the young prince.

the octoling entered, browsing in his eyes the shelves. what could well attract curiosity? he stopped at the Electronic side, seeming more interested in that than anything else. *

“What do you mean sell less than usual?” The purple haired inkling was hunched over the counter of the seller. He had been here a lot, it was unclear how he had come to be accepted around here but then again, he did help a lot. “I guess younger generations are not as easily impressed anymore.” Responded the old Octoling very audibly. The shark spiced squid growled before bursting through the back door. “Ill show them what my gear can do…” He walked to the cargo drill and opened it up by entering a small code on pad attached to the base of it. The whole shell flipped to the side before opening up. He started plunging a speaker to another, a mixer to an amp, a sub to a top.

The whole setup vibrated as he applied the final touches. Surely “this” would attract some new customers. The speakers blazed away as he slowly raised the volume, trying to bring the Octarian shopper up to speed.

* The curiosity of the prince is fueled by the sight of new musical equipment. it was very welcome, his was getting old. his father who offered him his old mixer, when he knew he wanted to follow his passion and that octarians had finished building his spacial DJ ships. he loved his tablet, although the wasabi had made some faulty keys and he had to repair them.but if he could have better, it does not spit in the soup.

He walked nonchalantly , his odd eyes scrutinizing with curious eye these small wonders. the inklings had definitely a very good equipment and it was very frustrating. but there, with this basis he could costumiser and make it more efficient. at least if the components were as effective as the appearance.

the tips of the fingers, he wanted to test this new feature, see all that music stuff had in his body. *

"Seller, can you tell me more about this?" * You replied he, giving him a look *

Small story imagined with @takopodi ( with three of her characters) x) Ika or ... her vision of fujoshi xD

( japanese word : 1: Enjoy your meal 2: sorry)

#Splatoon #fanart #mini strip #fun #octoling #inkling #spring #oc #squid #octo #inkenzio #ikachiisai #cobalt #van

(open rp) Hanami

* Ikachiisai remains happy, almost impatient to taste what was in her box. she stir her legs, while she hums. Then she hears a sound from her phone. she looks and sees the message. her smile growing. *

[User: Takoflower: great! I wait near the shops on the main square! prepares a hat, the sun is burning]

happy-ink-stains

[ User : PinkPeppermint ] “ Gotcha. I’ll be here as soon as possible. “

So, it was time to go. After taking some good fresh drinks, putting them in a bag, Encreline made her way to the special place where the user called Takoflower was waiting. Fortunately, with streetcars near her flat and Urchin Underpass, the ride between her home and the meeting place was fortunately shorter than expected. Also, the other user was quite right : it was a beautiful day, and the sun was indeed something which people couldn’t care about : good thing Encreline took he Legendary Cap with her.

*Ikachiisai was patient. she did not expect that the inkling girl arrives at the minute. and it allowed her to read a little news there was below the beautiful city that was inkopolis. apparently, the Octos also celebrating the spring festival; but could not enjoy the sun. what a shame, the sky is really beautiful. and the smell of flowering trees left her dreamy. this day will be perfect! she would enjoy with a girl who was not afraid of the "fangirl of Octos". *

Like squid and octo ( rp with rekx)

* Inkenzio looking skyward, apparently, it was fine; a perfect time to go out to visit the main city of Octos. Prince went out a little, these days; between military training, choreography and singing trainings, he was often tired. But he said a little browse the kingdom, would allow him to find inspiration to write a new song.

So he went into the sectors “little geniuses”. between the shops and restaurants of the main streets was covered ways in which one could cross some computer rooms. often, the exchanges were Octos in the corner, with other peoples; either to recover the equipment or rare goods who do not exist in octo city.

. he think that see the workshops these narrow corridors allow it can be to have ideas. But he was stop face a small courtyard lost in all this maze. a simple bench, an ink fountain, a balcony with view of the basement and one light illuminating a tree. it was rather original and poetic.He put out his shamisen of his bag, for began to scrape a few notes.

In the distance, random Electronic sounds, caused by computers and machinery, amused him. and he is by listening to them he sought to harmonize these noises to successfully have a semblance of music *

The shop keeper was typing in the coordinates for the weekly drop to come by. The commands were complex and intricate but he knew them by heart.

The drill came down, passing right between two lens as usual. Its speed was rapidly slowed by a large white parachute marked with a red star. It was headed towards the shop’s back yard.

The old merchant had everything to gain from allowing the surface inkling to deal through his shop. This weekly event made his shop extremely popular. Some came for the surface’s equipment at a discount price and others only to see on of these rare friendly inklings.

The cargo came crashing down slowly, landing softly behind the shop. The old seller made sure to ring the shop’s bell to announce its arrival.

* Inkenzio who previously played, heard the sound of a bell. . Gently, he put his affairs, having to finish scribbling a few partitions. Then he returns his hood of his cape coat over his head. he preferred to keep quiet when he came into the crowd that was forming around. he did not know this shop, maybe that was not interested before, and then it was recent. but it is always intrigued the young prince.

the octoling entered, browsing in his eyes the shelves. what could well attract curiosity? he stopped at the Electronic side, seeming more interested in that than anything else. *

#Splatoon #rp #octoling #dj octavio #dj familly

OOC/ Dj familly

I'd like to update the family of my prince Inkenzio. So here I want to know if there are family members of the dj octavio for fun to make a family tree. oh and if one who play the dj recognizes my prince like his son, that would be so awesome <3 so I would like to rp with him. @w@ / <3

Like squid and octo ( rp with rekx)

* Inkenzio looking skyward, apparently, it was fine; a perfect time to go out to visit the main city of Octos. Prince went out a little, these days; between military training, choreography and singing trainings, he was often tired. But he said a little browse the kingdom, would allow him to find inspiration to write a new song.

So he went into the sectors "little geniuses". between the shops and restaurants of the main streets was covered ways in which one could cross some computer rooms. often, the exchanges were Octos in the corner, with other peoples; either to recover the equipment or rare goods who do not exist in octo city.

. he think that see the workshops these narrow corridors allow it can be to have ideas. But he was stop face a small courtyard lost in all this maze. a simple bench, an ink fountain, a balcony with view of the basement and one light illuminating a tree. it was rather original and poetic.He put out his shamisen of his bag, for began to scrape a few notes.

In the distance, random Electronic sounds, caused by computers and machinery, amused him. and he is by listening to them he sought to harmonize these noises to successfully have a semblance of music *