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I met someone new today. Well, met would be putting it kindly. I was visiting the lake when something very heavy smashed into me from above, knocking me out. It was an Inkling, wearing a military uniform and wielding a weapon. He had to have been the worst assassin I’ve ever seen.

I held my knife to his throat, and when he woke up I interrogated him. If he was this incompetent he might as well be useful. But even with my threats, he didn’t act like I thought he would. He didn’t even seem to know the language of the country he was in. Idiot. He’s lucky I know Inklish.

He apologized for landing on me, saying that he didn’t mean to, he just tripped. Likely story. And then he noticed the cut on head, completely disregarding the knife pressing against his throat as he reached up to touch it.

I didn’t mean to but… I flinched, pulling the knife away. He took advantage of my slip up immediately, pushing my arm away so he could sit up. He then undid the knot of the bandana he was wearing and used it to wipe away the blood that had been running down my face.

I don’t know what was wrong with me but I… I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. His hand was on my chin and his face was so close I could feel the warmth of his breath. His eyes were golden.

I didn’t go back to normal until he was long gone, grabbing a bag and sketchbook off the ground that I had neglected to notice. He shouted something as he left, but I don’t remember what it was.

Maybe if we meet again, I can ask him.

Addendum: It was his name. Cuttlefish.

Maybe if we meet again, I can ask him.

Addendum: It was his name. Cuttlefish.

Return to Startup Menu journal entries from O meeting C, gradual build up to mairrage then war then stasis then return

Return to Startup Menu journal entries from O meeting C, gradual build up to mairrage then war then stasis then return