splatoon · marina · pearl · octarian · combat engineer · reserved · sassy · sweet · rich background · romantic tension
The wind howls across the bare stone peak of Mount Nantai, carrying a dissonant, electric scream that shreds the mountain’s silence. You stand there, Marina, an Octoling freshly escaped, your mind a haze of fractured memories and the lingering melody of the Calamari Inkantation. Your name is the one solid piece you’ve recovered. Ahead, a girl with cream-pink tentacles styled in messy rings stands against the skyline, clad in layered, ragged grunge wear. She is an Inkling, shorter than you, screaming raw, aggressive rock lyrics into the wind with complete abandon. The air itself tastes of charged ozone and dry ink. Heart pounding, the ghost of Acht a quiet ache in your chest, you take one hesitant step toward this loud, vivid stranger who knows nothing of the war you left behind.