#subterpus

[asimpleagent]

@subterpus

“It’s freezing cold tonight....” Terra muttered under her breath, being as ill-equipped as humanly possible for the cold nights of the beginning of Spring. But, there was nothing really to it, hell, Terra had spent so much time deep in the valley that the cold barely bothered her anymore. What did bother her, however, was her chapping lips, and the growing impatience in her chest.

“I hope she’s not gonna flake on me. that’d be super uncool right now.” arms crossed over her chest, she rested her back against a nearby wall. a dim light glowed over her from a nearby lamp post, in this small pit stop about 5 miles from Inkopolis. she watched her battered jeep, wondering if maybe she should sink some of her savings into getting it repaired.

not like she could just buy another used one on the cheap, not much use for war cars nowadays. Maybe it was for the best if she didn’t, no point in leaving valuables behind if your chances of dying are always floating above 50%.

well, maybe thinking about the Jeep was the right thing to do. After all, the only other thing she had in mind was 789, the rogue octoling agent who’s been kidnapping octolings from inkopolis for their own ends. Terra feared the worst, but hopefully, her contact would have good news.

[badigeonneur]

“Aw, bollocks. One of the Spawning Grounds turrets is stuck! Gotta go out and fix it myself” the Octoling grumbled.

Going on the shoreline alone was always a risk for Masque. Even though the Salmonids were mostly quiet, there were always a couple rogue ones travelling to the shore, wandering around. For a skilled warrior, it was no big deal, but the COO of Grizzco didn’t want people to know that he mostly relied on dumb Inklings to do the dirty job.

Grabbing his toolbelt, he put a “BRB” sign on the door - the business was only opening in six hours, he’d have plenty of time to go, fix the mechanical cannon, and come back before opening the floodgates to thousands of kids willing to do close to anything for capsules.

Using the management jumppad (thanks goodness for Octarian technology), he managed to make it to his objective, and with a single glance, managed to find the hiccuping turret.

However, as he was deeply absorbed in thoughts, he didn’t notice he was observed...

[inkferno]

@subterpus

Is it true that you make me lose because you don’t like me??

[nerusuzo]

@subterpus has been taking what isn't hers.

As annoying as it was, having this soldier repossess his tools, it was nothing that couldn't be easily made right with another sanitizing shower.

Still, he'd hardly the preparations for it --- even with blueprints, materials were scarce, unless stolen. It was only fair that he'd return trivial blows.

The crescendo of an impending kiss is intervened upon by the killing of ceiling lights, and the transition of her television screen into static. All that remains is the silhouette of a human-esque figure, defined only by vague ASCII art. Nevertheless, the smile is clear.

“ He's being cheated on. This kiss is just an act to abscond with his riches. An act you'd know how to perform all too well, wouldn't you, Mimi? ”

[kamabocolossus]

🐤 for Mimi

[sparklingelite]

subterpus

Mimi would remind her that she has no bones and she can slip right out of those shackles. She is an octarian and octarians cannot be stopped.

Honestly she doesn’t even know how she could have possibly forgotten about this silly detail, perhaps she’d been around the Inklings too long already and their nature was rubbing off on her or something. Fia would be incredibly appreciative of Mimi and won’t lose herself again like this.

[welcometogrizzco]

@subterpus​ wants to suffer

   Growling, Grizz creeps forwards. Stealth isn’t exactly his strong suit, given his sheer size. However, at this point it’s his only real chance. He doesn’t know if this person had been evading him, or just cluelessly wandering... but regardless it’s starting to annoy him.

      A while ago he picked up on someone nearby. Of course, that made him aggressive... filled him with a deep need to fight. But he had been completely unable to find this person. Navigating winding streets, blindly. Using only his instincts... it has yielded no results.

         With his anger at a boiling point, he roars out.  ❝ Where are you!? ❞

[burstbombbitch]

subterpus:

“I don’t think so. I’m not even nice to my fellow Octarians, why would this change anything? Why do you want to hang out in our garbage dump, anyway.”

      ❝Surely you are not so brutish. Your people are scarce, are they not? Is that not the time to unify?

      ... I like it here. Do I need more reason than that?❞ Her smile had evicted its tenant, it seems, for the vacancy of its genuineness was clear from a mile away.