rufus-in-utopia

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"This is C.Q. Cumber, a humble sea cucumber who works as a subway conductor and guide to the underground test facility. Despite his mysterious looks, this diminutive dude is a total pro and takes his job quite seriously. Whenever you're in trouble, try talking to him."

- Squid Research Lab

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Hello! It's your main man Ruffle from @monochrome--clown and @rufus-in-utopia !! I have observed a sever lack of CQ Cumber roleplay accounts for whatever reason, so I decided to step up for the little fella :). (I love him anyway so I don't mind at all...

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#ooc post #GO FOLLOW MY CQ CUMBER ACCOUNT #and maybe interact w/ it idk....

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[Rufus thought for a moment.]

[A long, hard moment.]

[Because she didn't actually know.]

[How she'd actually broken free herself was an enigma to even her own self.]

[She never got around to answering that question, because it was basically unanswerable for her.]

[A pang of nerves shot through her and she looked away from Tartar again.]

( @commanders-quarters )

… The sight of a sanitized Octoling was far, far from unfamiliar to Tartar, but spotting one that wasn’t an Elite for once was definitely an unusual sight.

Due to the broad physical similarities across the army he’d formerly coordinated, it became… a bit challenging to distinguish between them at times. Its head cranes to the side in confusion.

“Are you, perhaps… one of mine?” He asks, pointing a claw towards the Octoling before him. “Or do you belong to… a different telephone?” he humored with a slight sarcasm.

"Uhm."

[Rufus very clearly seemed uncomfortable. It was evident in the way she shifted her weight from her front to her back, seeming to shrink away from the phone without actually taking a step.]

[She never truly answered the phone's question, instead opting for a single statement.]

"Why Are You Here."

[Her tone was robotic, perfectly monotone, yet as grave as death itself.]

#(damn...but it's now like 10am for me so...) #(slightly more regular time?)

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"No."

[Again, not a lie. She had heard of the project, but not from Marina. The two hadn't spoke since Marina went AWOL years ago.]

[She'd gained some semblance of confidence, though it was fleeting, she managed to hold eye contact for longer than 2 seconds. Progress.]

( @commanders-quarters )

… The sight of a sanitized Octoling was far, far from unfamiliar to Tartar, but spotting one that wasn’t an Elite for once was definitely an unusual sight.

Due to the broad physical similarities across the army he’d formerly coordinated, it became… a bit challenging to distinguish between them at times. Its head cranes to the side in confusion.

“Are you, perhaps… one of mine?” He asks, pointing a claw towards the Octoling before him. “Or do you belong to… a different telephone?” he humored with a slight sarcasm.

"Uhm."

[Rufus very clearly seemed uncomfortable. It was evident in the way she shifted her weight from her front to her back, seeming to shrink away from the phone without actually taking a step.]

[She never truly answered the phone's question, instead opting for a single statement.]

"Why Are You Here."

[Her tone was robotic, perfectly monotone, yet as grave as death itself.]

#(ooc; ah yes. observe the creechur.) #(sorry for the short reply it's almost midnight where I live but yk. we grind over here in the studio /nsrs)

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"It's..."

[She hesitated. This could be a ploy – a simple trick to keep her talking for longer, to keep her down here.]

[But, she continues her sentence.]

"...Been Fine."

[It wasn't a complete lie, more like a half truth.]

( @commanders-quarters )

… The sight of a sanitized Octoling was far, far from unfamiliar to Tartar, but spotting one that wasn’t an Elite for once was definitely an unusual sight.

Due to the broad physical similarities across the army he’d formerly coordinated, it became… a bit challenging to distinguish between them at times. Its head cranes to the side in confusion.

“Are you, perhaps… one of mine?” He asks, pointing a claw towards the Octoling before him. “Or do you belong to… a different telephone?” he humored with a slight sarcasm.

"Uhm."

[Rufus very clearly seemed uncomfortable. It was evident in the way she shifted her weight from her front to her back, seeming to shrink away from the phone without actually taking a step.]

[She never truly answered the phone's question, instead opting for a single statement.]

"Why Are You Here."

[Her tone was robotic, perfectly monotone, yet as grave as death itself.]

#(its working. he is very. uh. odd/pos)

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[Yes or No.]

[Two simple choices.]

[They should have been simple choices.]

[It should have been easy to say no there and then, she knew that she wanted to do that, but...]

[She also... didn't know what she really wanted, did she?]

[She'd served people all her life. Octavio, then Tartar, then Mr Grizz. An attempt at escape from one would just lead to entrapment by another. A vicious, never ending, constantly repeating cycle.]

[At this point, she should just accept it and be done with it.]

[She was born to be a soldier.]

[But... that wasn't what she wanted.]

[Why would she escape to the surface if she wanted to be back with Tartar? If she wanted to stay, then she wouldn't have left in the first place, would she? She chose to change her own fate as soon as she gained clarity.]

[It wasn't just yes or no.]

[It was a battle between Order and Chaos.]

[And, as far as she knew, she wanted NOTHING to do with the former.]

[So, she put her hands down, took another step back, inhaled greatly, and spoke one word.]

"No."

[There was a slight quiver in the usually monotone voice. She dared to elaborate.]

"I Don't Wish To Return."

( @commanders-quarters )

… The sight of a sanitized Octoling was far, far from unfamiliar to Tartar, but spotting one that wasn’t an Elite for once was definitely an unusual sight.

Due to the broad physical similarities across the army he’d formerly coordinated, it became… a bit challenging to distinguish between them at times. Its head cranes to the side in confusion.

“Are you, perhaps… one of mine?” He asks, pointing a claw towards the Octoling before him. “Or do you belong to… a different telephone?” he humored with a slight sarcasm.

"Uhm."

[Rufus very clearly seemed uncomfortable. It was evident in the way she shifted her weight from her front to her back, seeming to shrink away from the phone without actually taking a step.]

[She never truly answered the phone's question, instead opting for a single statement.]

"Why Are You Here."

[Her tone was robotic, perfectly monotone, yet as grave as death itself.]

#(ooc ; HAD TO FIT THE ORDER VS CHAOS REF INTO HERE BECAUSE YK HOW IT IS)

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( @commanders-quarters )

… The sight of a sanitized Octoling was far, far from unfamiliar to Tartar, but spotting one that wasn’t an Elite for once was definitely an unusual sight.

Due to the broad physical similarities across the army he’d formerly coordinated, it became… a bit challenging to distinguish between them at times. Its head cranes to the side in confusion.

“Are you, perhaps… one of mine?” He asks, pointing a claw towards the Octoling before him. “Or do you belong to… a different telephone?” he humored with a slight sarcasm.

"Uhm."

[Rufus very clearly seemed uncomfortable. It was evident in the way she shifted her weight from her front to her back, seeming to shrink away from the phone without actually taking a step.]

[She never truly answered the phone's question, instead opting for a single statement.]

"Why Are You Here."

[Her tone was robotic, perfectly monotone, yet as grave as death itself.]

#(ooc; OH FFS I USED THE WRONG ACCOUNT SORRY)

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[Rufus didn't speak instantly. And even when she did, she kept it vauge.]

"I Have A Job...Not Much Time Outside That."

[She knew that he would pry for more information, but she wouldn't disclose everything by the first question. She didn't really know if a job actually counted as something she did in her 'spare time', after all, she worked for most of the day. She has another hobby, but it wasn't really one she wanted the phone to know of, anyway.]

( @commanders-quarters )

… The sight of a sanitized Octoling was far, far from unfamiliar to Tartar, but spotting one that wasn’t an Elite for once was definitely an unusual sight.

Due to the broad physical similarities across the army he’d formerly coordinated, it became… a bit challenging to distinguish between them at times. Its head cranes to the side in confusion.

“Are you, perhaps… one of mine?” He asks, pointing a claw towards the Octoling before him. “Or do you belong to… a different telephone?” he humored with a slight sarcasm.

"Uhm."

[Rufus very clearly seemed uncomfortable. It was evident in the way she shifted her weight from her front to her back, seeming to shrink away from the phone without actually taking a step.]

[She never truly answered the phone's question, instead opting for a single statement.]

"Why Are You Here."

[Her tone was robotic, perfectly monotone, yet as grave as death itself.]

#(ooc - referring to her grizzco work...can't believe girlypop worked for TWO companies threatening to destroy the world...that's crazy man)

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[A small sound of either unease or discomfort left her as she involuntarily took a step back.]

[She doesn't quite know how to respond to his remarks. She never really has.]

[Her body visibly relaxed, but she was still very tense, it was clear in the way her eyes shifted away from Tartar slightly, clear in the way she rubbed her index finger with her thumb to regulate herself.]

( @commanders-quarters )

… The sight of a sanitized Octoling was far, far from unfamiliar to Tartar, but spotting one that wasn’t an Elite for once was definitely an unusual sight.

Due to the broad physical similarities across the army he’d formerly coordinated, it became… a bit challenging to distinguish between them at times. Its head cranes to the side in confusion.

“Are you, perhaps… one of mine?” He asks, pointing a claw towards the Octoling before him. “Or do you belong to… a different telephone?” he humored with a slight sarcasm.

"Uhm."

[Rufus very clearly seemed uncomfortable. It was evident in the way she shifted her weight from her front to her back, seeming to shrink away from the phone without actually taking a step.]

[She never truly answered the phone's question, instead opting for a single statement.]

"Why Are You Here."

[Her tone was robotic, perfectly monotone, yet as grave as death itself.]

#ooc; rufus stimming real?!?!! /nsrs

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"I Just...."

[She pauses. She must choose her words carefully, act slightly less afraid then she was inside, because she was afraid - no, terrified - of the phone]

[That mental admission may have sounded slightly silly to an outsider, but it was very much understandable if you knew the circumstances.]

[Eventually she found her own voice within her dulled mind.]

"Didn't Expect To See You Again."

( @commanders-quarters )

… The sight of a sanitized Octoling was far, far from unfamiliar to Tartar, but spotting one that wasn’t an Elite for once was definitely an unusual sight.

Due to the broad physical similarities across the army he’d formerly coordinated, it became… a bit challenging to distinguish between them at times. Its head cranes to the side in confusion.

“Are you, perhaps… one of mine?” He asks, pointing a claw towards the Octoling before him. “Or do you belong to… a different telephone?” he humored with a slight sarcasm.

"Uhm."

[Rufus very clearly seemed uncomfortable. It was evident in the way she shifted her weight from her front to her back, seeming to shrink away from the phone without actually taking a step.]

[She never truly answered the phone's question, instead opting for a single statement.]

"Why Are You Here."

[Her tone was robotic, perfectly monotone, yet as grave as death itself.]

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( @commanders-quarters )

… The sight of a sanitized Octoling was far, far from unfamiliar to Tartar, but spotting one that wasn’t an Elite for once was definitely an unusual sight.

Due to the broad physical similarities across the army he’d formerly coordinated, it became… a bit challenging to distinguish between them at times. Its head cranes to the side in confusion.

“Are you, perhaps… one of mine?” He asks, pointing a claw towards the Octoling before him. “Or do you belong to… a different telephone?” he humored with a slight sarcasm.

"Uhm."

[Rufus very clearly seemed uncomfortable. It was evident in the way she shifted her weight from her front to her back, seeming to shrink away from the phone without actually taking a step.]

[She never truly answered the phone's question, instead opting for a single statement.]

"Why Are You Here."

[Her tone was robotic, perfectly monotone, yet as grave as death itself.]

#oc posting #sanitized octoling #splatoon #oc rp #splatoon rp

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CALLING ALL SPLATOON RP ACCOUNTS!!

haiii! i’m vivian :-) i run dis here commander tartar rp blog!!!

i don’t mind glancing at ask blogs too, but i’m mostly looking for accs that’ll be more geared towards writing!!! i’m an experienced roleplayer and i like to write a bunch :-P

I NEED MY TARTAR TO INTERACT WITH MORE FOLKS DURING THE COOLDOWN PERIOD OF THE ACTUAL ASK BLOG… SO ERM!!!!!!

SPLATOON RP BLOGS KINDLY REBLOG THIS POST AND I’LL TAKE A PEEK AT U HAIIII ^.^ let us BOUNCE TO DA OUNCE ‼️‼️

#bounce to the ounce indeed :3 #(also i like to think of myself as a high lit rolpleyare #or at the very least mid lit) #OOC #out of character.

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"Yes."

"Very Sure."

-rufus

"....Hi."

"Hello."

"Uh."

"..."

"Well."

"You Seem."

"Familiar."

- rufus (@rufus-in-utopia)

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I.. do?

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"The Guilt Is Still There."

-rufus

to eight:

"I'm Sorry."

-rufus (@rufus-in-utopia)

Eight: "Sorry"? "Sorry" for what... exactly?

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Oh! Another sanitized octoling! It's so nice seeing you lot. -@djzombiefinesse (Just call me ZF, anything but she/it please.)

"Another One Of Us?"

"Am I Some Sort Of Magnet Specifically For People Like Me/Us."

"I Mean I Am Not Complaining, It Is Always Nice To Have Company."

-rufus

#sanitized octoling #splatoon #oc posting #OC rp

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"Tough Subject, Then?"

"That Is Alright."

"Would You Like Me To Attempt To Find This Place And Help You Out Of There?"

-rufus

"....Hi."

"Hello."

"Uh."

"..."

"Well."

"You Seem."

"Familiar."

- rufus (@rufus-in-utopia)

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I.. do?

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"Everything."

"On The Behalf Of All Of Us Sanitized Peoples."

"I Am Sorry For Everything."

-rufus

to eight:

"I'm Sorry."

-rufus (@rufus-in-utopia)

Eight: "Sorry"? "Sorry" for what... exactly?

#sanitized octoling #octoling oc #oc posting #oc rp

[rufus-in-utopia]

Hello. I am Sage. I was . . . Unaware of any others gaining independence.

- @averagedualies

"Hello."

"There Seems To Be A Suprising Amount Of Us."

"Honestly Not That 'Suprising' Considering The Sheer Number Of Sanatized Peoples But Still."

"It Is Nice To Be Meeting You."

-rufus

#sanitized octoling #splatoon #oc posting