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"Actually, Grina..." Mirii rose her head a bit. "We are here to find Hunley and bring him back to the Headquarters: there is not enough time to listen to your past."
Grina turns behind, still hugged by Bars: the boy lowers his arms, with his cheeks red and a smiling mouth.
"I guess you are right, Mirii…" The girl smiles, while nodding. "But there is nothing to be worried about: Hunry is fine!"
"How can you say that?" Mirii folds her arms. "I couldn't even say a word to Hunley… I don't even know if he's truly fine or not."
"Trust me on this one, Mirii." Grina's right hand rests on her chest. "In this place there is not a single evil soul!" She closes her eyes, while smiling. "I'm sure farmer boy has already tons of friends here: that guy is so kind, you can't just stand against him! His ignorant nature may be a little weird… but hey, at least he's not arrogant!" She shrugs.
"Of course he isn't." Mirii smiles, while folding her arms. "Still, pretending to know everything by just sheer memory isn't something I would call Intelligence." She rose her head, as her mouth returns into a neutral position. "Examining the situation may be difficult, but nothing positive is granted with the easy way."
"Eh eh, good ol' Mirii never fails to deliver some daily lines!" Grina grins, as her head turns to her left. "But what about we check some of those facilities and see if we can find Hunry?"
"Alright, Greta! Like, lead the way!" Bars closes his eyes, while raising his right hand.
Grina downturns her mouth, as she turns behind while bending forward.
"Bars, could you please not call me like that…?" Her eyebrows lowered.
"Why? I mean, it's your real name!" He shrugs, with his eyebrows up.
"I know, but people would start getting really suspicious if you call me Greta out loud!" She frowns a bit, pointing at him with her right forefinger.
"Grina, what if Paparazzi are taking photos of you right in this very moment?" Mirii turns her irises left and right. "Although, I'm not seeing anyone nearby…"
"Pfff!" Grina covers her mouth, which was smiling. "No Paparazzi ever stood anywhere near this place!" Her arms were up, as she turns 360°. "The Saltspray Production studio has several guards, which prevent anyone with a professional camera to get nearby."
"Even Agents?" Mirii squeezes her eyes a bit.
Grina stood with her mouth open.
"… good question." She was completely still.
"Like, what happens if those Agents know about your true name?" Bars turns around, frowning. "Are they going to blackmail you…?"
"Or worst!" Grina trembles, as she looks left and right with her mouth downturned and her eyebrows up. "Th-they could reveal my true name to the entire city…!"
She rose her head, as a waterfall of tears came down from her eyes while her mouth was trembling.
"Th-that would mean Paparazzi will constantly take photos of me and talk shows will constantly invite me!" She sniffs loudly.
"If that imposes such a problem, for you…" Mirii walks past Grina. "Then, we shall find Hunley at soon as possible."
Grina looks at Mirii, with her mouth a bit open. She starts sprinting, stopping right in front of her.
"Wait, wait!" She thrusts her palms forward. "Do you really think to have free access in every single facility?! Despite the fact that the guard let you in, it doesn't mean you are authorized to enter inside a building!"
"True… actually, I already knew that." Mirii's right forefinger taps her forehead two times, quickly. "I had thought of stealth tactics to visit each of those working areas... but it seems the only true requirement is your presence, Greta."
"Aaaaah, I see what you mean!" Grina nods, while smiling and lowering her eyebrows. "I would need a bit more than just claiming to be Greta… still, I'm sure to pull it off easily!"
She turns behind, with her hands on her hips.
"Follow me, my minions!" Her right arm thrusts forward, as she began to step. "Greta Inkolina is going to conquer the seven seas of ink!"
"Whoa, girl…!" Bars chuckles, while closing his eyes and walking behind Grina. "Like, that kinda reminds me the pirate episode: you and your friends were all sailing around a blue ink sea, while trying to find some treasure!"
"Aarrrrr!" Grina jumps while turning behind, starting to walk backwards with her forefinger pointed at Bars, as her right eye closed and her mouth was grinning. "You got the X, Barsy! That was one of my favorite episodes too!"
Their feet were stepping on a sidewalk: on their right, a line of palm trees standing each on a square filled with terrain, on their left a rectangular building with round edges and a line of windows on the wall.
"Hey, I liked it a lot too!" He smiles, as his hands entered inside his pockets. "I wished so badly to join the treasure hunt… like, I think I sent a letter to the studio."
"Really?" Grina returns forward, walking in the same direction. "I wish I could remember something about that…" Her hands were on her head's back. "I don't remember many fan letters, unfortunately."
"That's ok, girl!" Bars shrugs. "Like, with the luck I have, probably that letter was left burned out or something…"
Grina turns to the left, as the other two Inklings do the same.
"I really hope that's not the case." Grina's head turns to her left, as her left iris rests on the left corner of the eye. "Usually, I would read all the letters I receive…" She closes her eyes, while grinning. "Well, after the staff checked them first, of course!"
Mirii's eyes tracked an Inkling man with a complete black suit including a white shirt and black tie, wearing sunglasses: his arms were folded, as he was staying in front of a large, metallic door. The girl walks sideways, over Grina.
"Grina, sorry for the interruption…" She whispered, as her eyes were still on the man. "There is a bodyguard, in front of us…"
Grina returns her head forward, as her eyes immediately saw the sunglasses: she smiles.
"I almost forgot…" Her arms lowered down, as she starts sprinting. "I had a promise to keep!"
"Grina!" Mirii grits her teeth, as she frowns and moves her right hand down, still whispering.
The man turns his head to the right, as his ears rose up and the air was filling with step noises. The girl slides a bit, standing in front of him: her hands were on her back, as she swings back and forth with her feet.
"Good evening, dude!" Her right hand rose up, as her eyes closed. "I know what you are thinking inside your mighty head: who the kelp is this girl now?! Eh eh…"
Suddenly, Grina was standing behind the man as her arms were wrapping his neck.
"The name's Greta… Greta Inkolina, at your service." She was whispering, as her mouth was near his left ear.
"Greta Inkolina?!" His head turns to the left, with his mouth open. "There is no way you can be that little actress!"
Grina jumps back in front of the man, as she chuckles while her arms were open and her eyelids were lowered to the middle.
"Little Greta isn't small anymore!" She grins. "She got some vitamins, pal!"
"Wait! Anyone could pretend to be such person!" His legs bended, his arms were going backwards. "Why don't you prove that in some way?!"
"Oh my…" Grina lowers and shakes her head, while closing her eyes.
She rose her right arm up in the air, standing on her right foot's toes with her left leg bending backwards and her left hand standing on her chest. Her eyes were still closed.
"I used all thy passion to demonstrate in front of this oblivious man, the artistic nature of thy soul!"
Her left foot touches the floor, as Grina's head lowers down with her eyebrows up and her mouth downturned: her hands were clasped.
"Despite thy noble efforts, I couldn't succeed in the task to hold thy title of child prodigy…"
She turns to her left, raising her head with her right fist on her forehead, her left open hand moving backwards and moving her body forward while her feet were glued on the sidewalk.
"Aaaah! The pain is striking on thy heart…! The skies are getting dark and the clouds are starting to cry… what Greta will do now? Is the plank the only place she can go? The possibilities are looking slim…"
Grina turns forward, with her right fist in front of her chest, with her head down as her face was frowning and her teeth were gritting.
"Foolish thee! If only moving the time was such a desirable option, I'd substitute sadness with happiness… I'd plant flowers instead of carnivorous plants! But alas… that imagination is meant to remain as such."
She bends down, touching the sidewalk with her right knee and her right hand. Her head was completely down, same for her tentacles.
"I'm ready to accept… all my mistakes…"
Clapping sounds blasted from Grina's left: she rose her head, turning in that direction seeing Bars and Mirii clapping while smiling.
"Kelp yeah, girl!" Bars strikes his right fist in the air. "Like, that was some nice performance!"
"Impressive." Mirii nods. "That's a talent I rarely see on television…"
Grina stands up, bowing down two times.
"Thank you my friends!" She grins, while her right eye is closed.
She sighs, while turning to her right.
"It's been a while since I did some nice improvisation…!" Her hands were on her hips. "So, how was that for some evidence?"
"Well…" The man was smiling, while folding his arms. "… it's sure is good to have you back, Greta."
She opens her mouth, jumping once and clapping repeatedly.
"Even though your little scene was getting out of hand…" His right hand moved up and down. "… your performance was top-notch! The voice calibration is pretty good, the movements were all natural and the choice of words were great!"
"Eh eh eh!" Grina's hands were on her back, while she tilts to her right and her left foot stood on the heel. Her eyes were closed, while grinning and raising her eyebrows. "Why thank you, kind sir! That's what you get after 2 years of intense training!"
"Ha ha, that's right!" He nods. "Only Greta knows the exact time she had to practice, before her debut with Ink, Turf, Splat."
"Technically speaking," While standing still, she rose her right forefinger up. "My training kept going even during the Ink, Turf, Splat production. So, let's say I got like 4-5 years of practice in total."
"Not to mention the sitcoms and your minor debut on a movie: right there, you showed up for the first time your signature move, which is to kneel down and admit your mistakes." His smile grew. "You used to do that all the time, during the breaks."
"Whoa, whoa there!" She chuckles, while moving her hands back and forth. "You sure sound like a hardcore fan…"
"You can say that." He nods. "I was always impatient to see you acting in those live-action segments…"
"Wait, you were working for this long at the Saltspray Productions?!" Grina bends forward, with her eyes expanded.
"Yes, but I don't think you were paying too much attention to me… I mean, you were always busy back then, listening to others or rushing at full speed over the cafè." He looks up. "Wow… did time really passed that much ever since those days…? It sure feels like yesterday…"
Grina turns around, seeing another building very similar to this one, a road surrounded by trees and bushes, a rectangular structure with the letters CAF going behind a wall.
"… it does feel like yesterday…" She returns over the man. "This place hasn't changed much…"
"Except it's a bit boring now…" He stretches upwards, striking his arms up. "You just saved me from sleeping on my feet."
Grina downturns her mouth.
"But you didn't just guard this facility all day… am I right?" She smiles, as her right foot slides forward.
"Uhm? What do you mean?" His right eyebrow rose.
"Eh eh…" Her eyelids lowered to the middle. "You received the task to reach a certain building, just this morning."
The man's jaw dropped.
"Wh, HOW DID YOU KNOW?!" His sunglasses tilted to the left.
"Because!" Grina lifts her posture, as her right forefinger stands in front of her pointing diagonally on her left. "Greta Inkolina… knows a woman who just met you at the entrance!"
"A woman… you mean Tonna?!" His right fingers lifts his sunglasses.
"Eeeeh?!" Grina's irises shrunk, while frowning and tilting backwards: her right arm stands ahead in a sideway position. "I thought to be the one surprising people… not the other way around!"
His mouth downturns, as he bends a little down.
"… I guess she didn't told you anything about me, huh…" He coughs once.
"No…" Grina's mouth was left open, as she turns over her left.
Mirii was folding her arms, while Bars was shrugging.
"Ehm… to be honest, I wouldn't really expect her to recognize me or anything." He lifts his posture, as his hands moves on his back. "I was wearing sunglasses this morning. Also, it's has been a very long time…"
"How you know her?" Mirii rose her head a little.
"We went together in elementary and middle school." He turns over the girl. "I recognized her because she was wearing glasses that time… and yeah, even in the past." He turns to his right, facing the bottom-left corner of the metal door.
His cheeks blushed a bit.
"I was surprised to see her at the Inkopolis Security Team… after middle school, we just went in our ways." He returns his head, looking back at Grina. "But I was never too happy about that…"
He lowers his head, while squeezing his eyes and blushing even more.
"I-I wanted so badly to bring her to the rooftop and… and admit my love for her!" He opens his eyes, as his eyebrows were up. "But middle school kept in between us… she was always going on those different classes and I was stuck with whatever school job I had to do, like preparing an entire festival with a bunch of other kids!"
"That sounds like some serious bad luck…" Grina's hands were on hips, while grinning down on the man. "But your lucky day is finally arrived! Tonna in person sent me here to know you more in person."
"REALLY?!" His mouth was left open, as he opens his legs. "ARE YOU SAYING THAT SHE… SHE IS"
Suddenly, Grina zips near the man's left shoulder: her left hand stands in front of his left ear, as her mouth was moving closer.
"Give me your phone number: Tonna can't wait to phone you back." She whispered.
The man's face gradually turns completely red: he smiles widely, as his fists were clenching as much as they could.
"Th-thank you so much, Greta!" His eyes were watery. "I-I can't believe you would give me such great occasion…!"
He rose his head, while trembling a bit: the man turns over the girl, still keeping his smile.
"Just tell me what I can do for you! I mean, always related to my job and all…"
"There is a thing you could do… ehm…" Her irises move to her left.
"Mike." He nods.
"Mike, yes!" She returns, while pointing him down with her right forefinger. "Alright, Mike… my friend Mirii, which is the girl over there."
Grina's left forefinger points down at Mirii: the man turns over the direction, as his eyes caught the girl.
"My friend is looking for a guy named Hun." Her left hand pulled her left tentacle back. "Do you know where he is?"
"Hun… … why?" He rose his right eyebrow.
"I must talk with him." Mirii steps forward, while frowning a bit. "It's truly important, Mike."
"Ah… yeah, he's inside this facility." His right thumb points at the building. "Although, only some people are inside: no one is allowed to enter, not even me."
Mirii immediately turns over Grina: she was frowning a lot.
"So, you claimed there is not an evil soul…" She squeezes her eyes.
Sweat was jumping from Grina's forehead, as she chuckles and grabbing her tentacles.
"That's kinda strange, you know…" Mike's right hand was on his chin. "I never saw any treatment like that for a new show…"
Mirii walks over the man.
"Let us pass, Mike." She stops in front of him. "I need to see Hun right in this instant."
The man kept looking at Mirii.
"If I do that, I'll get fired right on the spot." He shakes his head. "I'm sorry for doing this…" His mouth downturns.
Mirii growls, with her teeth exposed.
"Is there another entrance…?"
"No, there isn't." He sighs. "Even if I pretend to not have seen you, I'll get fired." He folds his arms.
Mirii rose her eyebrows, as she bends forward.
"Tell us something about the events happening inside this facility!"
"Uhm… not much…" He looks up. "Just someone walking by... ah, right!" He looks over Grina.
"What?" She smiles, while tilting her head to the left.
"You know who's going to be the TV host for this new show?" He nods, while snapping his right fingers.
"… him?!" Her eyes expanded, while her mouth opened.
"Yeah… him!" He smiles. "Mr. Surfeln in person."
"Whoa, for real dude?!" Bars bends forward. "Like, I thought he retired after the tv show, Dare or Splat."
"A great tv host, if I have to say it myself." Mirii rose her head a little. "He can be funny and serious, when the situation calls for such occasions: I have to admit, his small jokes always manage to make me chuckle a bit…"
Mirii turns to her right: Grina was holding her smartphone on her left ear, as she walks a bit forward.
"Hello? Hi daddy, how are you?" Grina kept nodding for a bit, while smiling and grabbing her left elbow with her right hand. "I'm fine too! Listen, do you have some time to step out of that facility? … why? Eh eh, it's a little surprise! … alright, alright! Catch you later, dad!"
Bringing her smartphone in front of her face, Grina pushes the red button with her left thumb. She turns behind: Bars and Mirii had both their jaw dropped. The girl smiles, while shaking her head a little.
"What?" She shrugs.