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It has been a while since the crazy adventure that was the fight against Mr Grizz and Agent 3 decided that it would be a good idea to try the challenge in the kettle that has appeared afterwards.
Well... It definitely went it's usual way...
"Oh for fucks' sake!", the voice of the just emerging Inkling scared not only the four Inklings in the Squid Sisters Camp up, but also the Deep Cut trio in their hiding spot.
"Ay? (Did he messed up again?)", was Big Man's question before he and the rest of Deep Cut caught a glimpse at the basically fuming agent stomping over to a stack of boxes where he could drop down on, dropping his ink tank (the little salmonid in it immediately scurried over to the others before the tank landed) and Hero Shot with a loud thunk! next to him, swiping the long tentacle hanging in his face out of it.
"Oh, Agent 3....", Agent 1 tried to cheer him up, but almost immediately got shut down by his glare. The current captain and former Agent 3, sighs.
Despite his insane accomplishments is this guy's probably the biggest rager she has ever witnessed since he tried to make it through the final kettle. She quickly signed something towards Agent 2.
"And you think we should tell him that?", Agent 2 asks and Cap'n nods.
"Tell me what?", Agent 3 asked almost immediately in a voice that made it clearer he didn't had a great time.
"Ah! Excuse me Agent 3, but the Cap'n told me something about the other three agents", she answered quickly before throwing another glance as the younger Inkling between her and Agent 1 began to sign again, "Cap'n caught that 4, 5 and 8 apparently play in a turf war team together and she thinks it's a good idea for you to join them"
"Listen, thanks for the heads up, but I am a ranked fighter, not a baby mode one", 3 replies with an annoyed glance. Turf War, as if he stooped down to that level, pah! He's not for show an S+.
"It definitely wouldn't hurt, also you would actually meet the other three and get to work better together with them.", Agent 2 translated again, "And besides that, I think you're just too scared to go into turf just because you don't wanna see your ex teammate again"
The moment Agent 2 translated Cap'n's taunt, she could swear Agent 3's face went from his normal aggressive-defeated to his enraged one.
"Huh?! How the fuck do you know about this shit?!", he snarled and if they weren't on the same team, there wouldn't be any question that Agent 3 would've sniped the hell out of all of them almost immediately.
"Woah, 3's definitely not good to speak on about that", Agent 1 remarked, "He definitely reacted waaaaay more on that"
"I ju... Hey! Where are you going 3?", Agent 2 yelled after Agent 3 as he almost immediately ran over to the kettle back to Splatsville.
"I just need some time to take my mind off that fucking insult of an inkling that was my former team partner.", he answered before slipping through the grates.
Splatsville, the current hotspot for anything and anyone Turf battles related. Inklings and Octolings of various ages lounged in front of Deca Tower and Grizz Co, either waiting on the next battle or their next shift, stores are frequented by almost everyone and the Table Turf Dojo was almost full capacity.
Chuuya, now with his normal gear instead of the Agent suit he wore in Alterna, corrected the fit of his Strawboater before going over to the huge tower that attracted the majority of people running around, grabbing his Ink Tank and his Dark Tetra Dualies before entering the practice room/lobby.
A sigh escaped the inkling before starting his usual intense aiming drills, warming up for a few matches as a spur of loud voices were audible from the lounge.
"Hm?", he decided to ignore the three voices at first, concentrating himself on the dark purple dummies, pierced through with orange ink and currently coming back, but his curiosity was definitely stronger than his anger about the stupid taunt of the Captain back in Alterna.