Outcasts left alone form with others who go with or against the waves, where light doesn't shine on the seafloor. [Mun is an adult][nsfw rp and asks are allowed with adult muns and muses that are adults.] [sfw rp and asks are appreciated] [header image is by https://unsplash.com/@silasbaisch][I do some edits]
Occupation: Former agent of the Squidbeak Splatoon.
Appearance:
A large man of a squid! Known as a Tank in his younger years cause of his muscles.
Personality:
Goofy, outgoing, and positive.
Occupation (in more detail):
Likes: Buffets, children, and turf wars
Dislikes: His aging body, his internal issues.
Other:
He's a famous guy amongst Octolings cause of his works. Much of his works are his poems dedicated to his husband who was killed in the Great War in front of him. The most popular poem is 'My, Another' and 'May The Sea Let Us Meet Again.' His husband was an Octoling who ended up taking some of the photos we can see in the game.
He can sing. He's in a band called 'Old River Drive' with other fellow veterans from the Great War. Think of Aerosmith or ACDC as a reference to how they sound. The name came from a picture of a road which is right beside a river. This image is known to be unsettling cause there's no river where the road is. This is cause Inklings and Octolings can easily end up splattered (A term for permanent death in this universe) in water. The image is called River Drive by those who seen it.
If you think about it, the great octo-weapons use a tentacle to control them. You'd think I'd be possible to assume control of them if you can just cut a tentacle off and put it in place where the former is.
I think it's possible and it'd be such an interesting thing to see. Now the issue is that it has to be an Octoling tentacle...
This means Eight could LITERALLY PULL UP WITH AN OCTO-WEAPON! THINK ABOUT IT! JUST PULLING UP WITH AN OCTO-WEAPON! She probably even names them!
It'll be difficult for her to reply back if anything else. At least the Inkling sign language book had pictures. There's a bit of a curve on how the sighs are preformed but nothing too difficult.
Wendy walked out of the kitchen with a tray and sat it on the coffee table. A bowl of clam chowder, a tuna salad sandwich on white bread, and some green tea. For as long as she's been staying here with the Octosquid, she didn't get tiered with constantly eating fish. For once she even liked clam chowder out of all things.
The woman's eyes landed on the food she was given. She still held astounding awe any time Wendy just did these simple things. She believed that she'll be left to her own devices. Guess she was wrong. Oh and her food is getting cold!
She started eating the tuna salad sandwich. Her eyes looked over to see Wendy cleaning kitchen ware. The woman took a few bites out of the sandwich while looking over the book. It looked simple enough just need the right time to try it out.
"Um..." The woman vocalized.
Wendy's ears twitched, turning her attention from her getting a bowl of chowder.
Welp now's the time to do this. Just don't mess up.
The woman signed, "How are you?" in ISL to Wendy.
Wendy's tail wagged to life with her eyes wider than what the woman was used to seeing.
Maybe she- "You can sigh our language!?"
"I learned from book?"
Wendy giggles, "You still need to work on this but you'll get the hang of it. Good thing I'm fluent."
"Name?"
"Wendy. May I get yours?"
"Amy."
"Are you a human?"
"Yep."
Wendy looked surprised but settled down except her tail which is wagging like a dog on caffeine, "That's interesting. Humans are believed to be extinct."
"Humans are way too stubborn without a fight. Most anyway."
"You okay? I know what I said is a lot. You look shaken."
Amy nods, "I'll be okay. I'm glad you told me so I wouldn't up finding out later."
"I don't know if it helps," Wendy used one of her testicles to touch Amy on her forehead, "you and I are the same. Species and blood don't change that. Okay?"
Amy looked surprised. Wendy is already a unique part of her own species. Then again, the more Amy thought about it, Wendy wasn't scared of her at all. Always nice and looked to be willing to brave the high tides she was facing.
"Okay."
"Good. I'd like you to know I'm stubborn to. Don't forget it."
"Won't."
----[A lil addition]----
Amy peeked into Wendy's room. Wendy was asleep on the floor surrounded by books, papers and other worn out pieces of media. Amy knelt down to pick up the scattered pages with things written down she couldn't read, putting them on the desk nearby. Amy gently, slowly, picked Wendy up. Amy let out a quiet chuckle seeing how Wendy was stretched out. Reminds her of a cat sleeping in the sun peering out from rain clouds. Amy puts the sleeping Octosquid in her bed, pulling the gray comforter over her small body. Amy starts to pick up the books. Old elementary school books for reading, writing and spelling. Books that Amy could read.
Amy puts the books beside Wendy's loose notes. Amy thought for a few minutes looking at the loose paper. Barely, Amy could read what Wendy wrote. Amy looked at Wendy and smiles.
Wendy's one stubborn personality. Guess Amy can help her in kind.
Frustration. Wendy was following the book's images as a guide on human sign language -American sign language specifically- without any way to read what is printed on the aged parchment.
If she wants to help the human she's going to need to know some method of communication. What she didn't realize is the woman heard her talking in her room and peeked in.
At first she's confused till she notices the book opened on the bed beside her.
"Hello human." She made out through Wendy's hands.
This is the right path towards understanding each other. From how everything looks, Wendy has picked up a previously extinct form of language better than many would think.
