So fun fact of the day. I grew up alongside many children, and eventually I spent a good portion of my youth raising children. Something I've found is that give them the chance and they will lose any article of clothing they think they can get away with.
Second fun fact of the day. As far as I can see it, Agent 8 is much like a child after loosing her memories.
On a totally different note anyway is everyone excited for the upcoming splatfest? Which side are you going to pick?
I'll be representing out dear Agent 8 and will be fighting for team octoling this time around! As much as I love the inklings the octolings have had my heart since the story mode of the first game.
If anyone ever wants to add me and play some splatoon 2 just pm me~ I'm not on too often but heck I'm not a horrible player either. Slosher main all the way!
Okay now everyone enjoy this chapter while I take like a hardcore mini-sleep before work. And hopefully everyone is excited for the next chapter! I know I am!
(Also I don't know why but for some reason the formatting gets all messed up whenever I post a chapter. So please forgive me while I fix things!"
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Agent 3 was careful to lower down the octoling to the rooftop slowly, giving her ample time to balance before letting her go long enough to hop down himself. The idol duo followed behind with the captain dropping down last. While Agent 3 gathered up his octoling charge, Pearl strolled past with bounce in her step with Marina following closely behind.
"The entry is over this way you two. We're only a floor down thankfully." Marina turned to point over at a set of doors on the other side of the roof. It wasn't like any entryway that Agent 3 had ever seen before. In fact, it looked more like the entryway to the hotel itself. Tall sliding glass doors surrounded by a polished white stone tile. Everything about it screamed fancy and expensive.
"Now that is one fancy setup! Haven't seen something this flashy since I was a young lad!" Captain Cuddlefish gawked. Pearl smirked back at the old inkling, taking pride in his astonishment. Agent 8 however, was less than enthused, making a face as she stared at the doors opening before her.
Marina led them down the brightly lit hallway and over to a set of elevator doors. The polished metal gave off a distorted reflection of the group. Agent 8 stared blankly, taking in the colors and uneven shapes moving in time with herself. It was unusual to see something mimicking her every motion, even if it was little more than a smudge shaped form. Was this what she looked like? Her thoughts were cut short when the doors opened into a small room.
"We need to go down a floor. Pearl do you want to push the button this time?" Marina asked, a small chuckle slipping out when the short inkling practically jumped at the opportunity to toss a mock-punch at the wall of buttons. Everyone shuffled quickly onto the elevator, uncertain of how long Pearl could contain herself and not wanting to be left behind.
The door slid shut with a smooth whoosh, and Agent 8 looked around, confused. "Where-" Her question was cut short when the floor suddenly lurched below her as it began it's decent. The octoling tightened her grip on Agent 3 as she processed the strange feeling in her stomach. It was as if someone was pushing her body downwards and leaving everything else above. Agent 3 however, found it to be quite amusing. He had been on elevators more times that he could count.
As the floor shifted to a slow stop and the doors once again slid open, much to Agent 8's content. She did not care for that at all. "We're just down this hallway here!" Pearl chanted joyfully, scooting past the others to dart down to a room at the end of the way. "Right here!" There was no waiting for the others as she quickly stuck the key in and popped open the door, leaving it ajar as she disappeared inside.
"Does she ever stop moving?" The captain pondered curiously, mostly to himself as they walked. The entry of the room was surprisingly spacious, opening into what looked like a living space of sorts. Overall the room was predominantly white with splashes of color in the form of furniture and décor. Agent 8 only had a few moments to process the layout before she found herself being moved again. A kitchen like room, a space with a table and large television, and a few closed doors down a hallway. Eventually they came to a stop in front of a half open door.
"Just bring her in here and let her get settled." Marina flicked on the light to the room, and even Agent 3 was taken aback. As far as bathrooms went, this was beyond just any master bath. The tub alone was big enough to mistake as a hot tub. "I'll grab a few things, so we can get her fixed up."
Agent 3 shuffled into the bathroom, still admiring just how fancy everything was. "I knew they were famous, but this is ridiculous." He absent-mindedly rambled as he set Agent 8 down on the edge of the tub.
"Famous?" The octoling asked, her head tilting much like a puppy. She had a vague understanding of the term but had never heard it actually used to describe someone.
"Oh uh… Pearl and Marina. They're well known. They took over for the Squid Sisters a while back. I don't know if you'd know them either. Callie and Marie? They take care of the news and a lot of the turf war announcements on tv." Agent 3 rambled a little, trying to figure out the best way to explain it. "They were the ones who helped stop DJ Octavio." His voice trailed off as he realized exactly what that name meant to the octoling.
"Octavio. I think." Agent 8's eyes darted downwards almost instantly, her brows furrowing as she concentrated. "I think I remember." Vague images flashed through her mind. A girl she didn't recognize. An octoling soldier she once knew but now had no memory of. Agent 8 shifted her hands up to cover her eyes, as if to hide from it. "I don't want to."
Agent 3 regretted ever bringing it up, opening his mouth to apologize before being interrupted by Marina's return. She was carrying an armful of towels and other various things. "I think this should be okay for now." Her eyes drifted between the agents, taking in the scene before her. "What's wrong?"
"I brought up something I shouldn't have." Agent 3 admitted quietly, knowing it was probably not his smartest move. Marina seemed to understand however and moved over to kneel next to Agent 8, taking her hands into her own slowly. The younger seemed to move her attention from her own thoughts and was now focused on who was touching her.
"You'll be okay. But first things first. We need to get you cleaned up." Marina let one of Agent 8's hands go in order to reach behind her and turn the faucet towards warm. The sound of the water running sent a shiver through Agent 8's spine as her mind went into overdrive. As if she knew, Marina didn't miss a beat. "The water we have is special. Nothing like the water you've seen so far. It's treated so it's not any danger to us." She dipped her hand under the flow as if to prove a point.
Agent 8 seemed to relax at the sight and imitated Marina, putting her hand under the warm water. She let it run through her fingers and across her wrist, enjoying the comforting heat it left behind. "We'll get you cleaned up then take care of those injuries." Marina stood up to grab a washcloth, letting the octoling play with the water for a moment.
"Clean?" Marina heard the single word response as nothing more than a confirmation. Until Agent 3 slapped his hands over his eyes in panic. She turned her head and sure enough Agent 8 had already unzipped her top and was wiggling the offending fabric down her one sleeved arm. "Eight!" Marina let out a startled yell, getting not only the octoling's attention, but Pearl and the captain's too who poked their heads around the corner.
"Goodness." The captain averted his eyes immediately, waving an arm roughly in Agent 3's direction until he got ahold of the back of the embarrassed inkling's shirt. "I do suppose this is a good time to take our leave. You'll let us know how she's doing later right?" He barley waited for an answer before shuffling the boy away and out. Pearl on the other hand couldn't help but laugh at Marina's reaction.
"I don't know why you expected anything less, but I'm gonna go find her something to wear." Marina could hear Pearl giggling from a few rooms away. Agent 8 turned her confusion to the last person in the room, not quite sure why everyone left in a hurry.
"What?" She was very confused. Did they bathe with their clothes on up on the surface? Marina simply sighed, walking over to sit next to Agent 8 on the edge of the tub. She was armed with a pair of washcloths, and a dark colored bottle of liquid. Marina ran one of the clothes under the water before reaching out to take Agent 8's arm.
The warm water didn't bother her at first. It wasn't until it ran over one of the gashes on her arm that Agent 8 suddenly had a problem. She let out a sound of discomfort and surprise before attempting to yank her arm back. Marina was prepared however, and despite how strong the younger was, she held strong. It was just a few moments as she cleaned off the dirt and grime, but it felt like an eternity as the cloth rubbed and irritated the tender skin around the cut.
Once she deemed it well enough, Marina let go of Agent 8's arm only to reach upwards to her cheek. The same treatment was given for several spots, her face, wrist, side, and leg. By the time Marina had finished, Agent 8 was thoroughly irritated and sore. She glowered at the older octoling with momentary hatred. "No more!"
"Don't worry I'm done with that one." She set the cloth down before picking up the dry one and the bottle of liquid. "But I'm afraid I still have to do this one. And I know you won't like it…"