"I swear to the Zapfish, if you're not ready in five minutes I'm going to burn all of your clothes, Somme!" An impatient tapping noise echoed up from the bottom of the stairwell, getting quicker and more aggressive as time continued to tick away.

"I'm almost done!"

"You've said that way too many times now, and I'm not going to have you ruin my League chances today just because you couldn't find the perfect outfit! You already have your career, don't you dare ruin the chance I have at mine!"

A fit Inkling stood waiting for her sister at the steps, arms crossed, eyes glaring upward at an empty space that lay at the top where her sister should have been standing by now. The two Squids might as well have been as far from similar as possible, for siblings. While Seille had loved Turf War since she first sprouted her land-legs, Somme had always found the fashion side of Inkling life more to her preference.

"I'm about this close to taking your car and leaving you here!" Seille shrieked, when only a second later her threat was quashed by the quick stomping footsteps of her sister finally running to the stairs and quickly down to her sister.

"Nope! Ain't happening as long as I'm alive." Somme gave a sharp toothed grin and booped her sister on the nose.

"How is it that you get a car before I do? Aren't I the older one?"

"Yeah but you didn't get a job when you were sixteen like I did."

"Don't get a big head, you've only been with them for two years. And if you make me even more late, then you're gonna have to keep up paying all the bills."

Seille was 22, with pastel purple hair that was cut somewhat on the short side, not quite boyish. Her eyes were a striking silver, sharp and inquisitive, and she was dressed ready for her match tonight, in a Custom Painted F-3 by her sponsor, Forge, shorts, Gold Hi-Horses from Zink and a King Flip Mesh that had three notches cut out of the hats brim akin to a bite mark.

Somme was 18, and her hair was a soft blue hue, long and fishtail braided. She's got mismatched eyes, one in silver and the other gold, bright and cheerful. Sporting a frilly dress and white sandals, the difference between the two couldn't be more clear than right now.

Seille hefted up her equipment bag, with her weapon, ink tank and other miscellaneous items within it, and walked out the door with her sister in tow.
"You made sure to eat something, right?" Somme asked, "I know you're excited but you always get woozy-"

"Yes mom," Seille tossed her bag into the back of her sisters car. It was a bit of a run down hand-me-down from their father, an Akamachi Reflect. A somewhat older, sporty little thing, in a beautiful deep blue marred by a flourish of white graffiti on the driver's side and speckled with stickers on it's rear.

"You got everything you need too? I know dad always gets nervous about these fashion shows, you got your spray in case anyone gets a little too friendly?"

Somme made a little flourish of taking a little spray canister from a pocket she had in her dress, just big enough to fit it and her keys as she sat in the driver's seat after her sister. "Got it!"

"Fresh, now let's go!"

Before they could even get to Inkopolis Square, it was already very clear that the party had started already. As a matter of fact even from their front door before they left, they could see the lights and lasers of the Splatfest in the heart of the city. At the line at the exit ramp, the little car was absolutely vibrating from the sheer force of the music the Square was emitting. The Zapfish was curled around the tallest building in the Square, happily enjoying the fresh beats from down below. It's body glowing brightly among the rest of the lights around it. A brief sense of pride swelled in Seille's heart at the sight of the sacred fish returned safely to them. Though how that came about, she wasn't really sure of.

Not that it mattered, it was Splatfest! Somme hadn't even found a parking garage yet before Seille started to gather up her bag and other gear.

"Hey hey woah hold up!"

Seille turns, curious, and Somme softly bonks her forehead against hers.

"Good luck, big sis! I know you'll do great."

Seille grins wide at her, "Thanks! I'll be sure to give you a shoutout when I take the top spot okay?" She pops the door open with her free hand, "Love ya! Don't party too hard with all those other models okay? No drugs!"

"Only the really hardcore ones." Somme replies with a wink.

With that, Seille hops out of the car and onto the sidewalk that lead straight to the Square, just a couple blocks down.

The City always took on a completely different vibe during the night, but when it was time for a Splatfest, that was amplified by a thousand percent, nothing could compare to it. When Seille finally got to one of the manned entryways to the Square, guarded by a rather intimidating squid, she simply raises up her arm to show him her wristband. It signified she was participating in the Turf Wars tonight, and without any sort of hassle he lets her by.

Crossing the threshold, her heart already began to race in excitement. The party was well on its way already, with squids dancing their hearts out as Off the Hook performed on the stage elevated above them.

But she wasn't here to dance and party just yet.