Reclaiming Turf [Aura x Cira]

Hello all, and welcome to this RP, Reclaiming Turf. It'll be based on the game Splatoon, and involves myself and [member='Cira'].

Here are our characters (with pictures to come soon)

Spoiler: AuraKnight's Character

Name(s): Corrin del Mar, Cor/Corry, Newbie, "Mister"
Age: 16
Race: Inkling, male
Appearance: Using the regular male base, Corrin is always turquoise in Inkopolis. He wears Retro Specs, a Black Polo and Red Hi-Horses. He has a fair skin tone and turquoise eyes. He starts of with a Splattershot Jr., but soon gains a proficiency for Splat Rollers.
Relations: A small group of direct family members he barely keeps in touch with to the point where he doesn't recognise their faces or voices.
Backstory: Corrin suffers from haphephobia, the fear of touching or being touched by others. After living by himself for a good 3 years, he decided to give Turf Wars a try, as some sort of therapy for his fear.

Spoiler: Cira's Characters

Name(s): Reena Riulao; Rift/Rifty
Age: 17
Race: Inkling, female
Appearance: She normally has her ink crimson, and generally wears Studio Headphones, the Green Striped LS, and a pair of Blue Moto-Boots. She has tanned skin and red eyes, and her bangs are slightly curled.
Relations: She has a father and a little sister that's far too young to play Turf Wars, but other than that, she has a friend called Mirage who she squads with occasionally.
Backstory: N/A

Name(s): Raven Riulao; Bird/Birdy, Chick, Bird-brain
Age: 10
Race: Inkling, female
Appearance: She's a mainly white inkling with red at the tips of her hands, feet and "hair", along with green eyes and shorts.
Relations: Her father and her turf-warrior older sister Reena.
Backstory: N/A


Name(s): Mirage Sylphon; Transparent, Annoying
Age: 16
Race: Inkling, female
Appearance: She's a very pale squid with dull grey eyes and turquoise ink, and wears the Ika Musume/Squid Girl hat, the Octo Tee and Snowy Down Boots.
Relations: She's in a C+ ranked squad as a Splat Charger, and as such has three squadmates: David, Magabelle and Steel-Squid (nobody actually knows his name), along with her squadless friend Reena and her family, and her mother.
Backstory: N/A

 

Corrin gingerly opened his eyes at the sound of the voice. It didn't occur to him straight away, but when he did realise it was another person talking to him, his heartbeat starting racing faster than any inkling in their squid form to ever exist.

"I-I'm f-f-fine..." he muttered, unconsciously backing away from the female inkling. She was standing close to him, too close to him, and he didn't want a repeat of what had happened to him earlier.

 

Who was this girl, and why was she asking so many questions? Corrin didn't have time for her, nor the guts to speak to her.

"It's nothing, I guess I was just... tired, after doing Turf Wars today." Corrin explained, taking a moment to pause and think of a believable excuse for why he was tired.

"But I appreciate you waking me up, thanks." He said with a polite bow, before practically leaping off of the bench and running home through the darkness, his Red Hi-Horses making their trademark squeaky-sneaker sound. ((Like how when you run in a gym and skid your shoes on purpose, that sound))

~ ((timeskip, about ten minutes later))

By time Corrin reached his apartment, it was ink-black outside. He fished his pocket for his keys, and used them to unlock the door, shutting it behind him. He breathed a sigh of relief as he flipped on the light switch, making his way to the only piece of furniture in the room; his bed. Corrin didn't have a job, and he had just started Turf Wars that same day, so he had very little money. Luckily, his parents were paying the rent on his apartment, and he was allowed to take his bed with him when he moved out. Corrin flopped onto the bed, lazily covering his eyes with his hands to block out the light.

"Mmph, why did they have to touch me? If they hadn't, I probably wouldn't have fallen asleep on that bench..."

~ ((flashback, earlier that day))

It was Corrin's fist Turf War. After taking a few practice lessons at Ammo Knights, and getting an astounding review from Sheldon, he headed over to the big doors that led to the lobby. There, he was chucked into a room with 3 other Inklings, all who looked very confident with their abilities.

"Hey, this must be our new team mate after that other guy dropped out! What's your name?" one of them asked.

"Corrin..." Corrin muttered back. "This is my first time... Doing a Turf War."

"Oh, so you're a Newbie, huh?" another Inkling, a female, asked. "Well, it's pretty simple. You just shoot your gun at the ground to cover it with ink, and you shoot it at the other team to make them explode ink everywhere!"

"E-Explode?!" Corrin stammered.

"Relax newbie, it's just a defense mechanism; we don't really explode. As soon as you've been hit, you'll get taken back to the spawn point and you just go again. The matches only last 3 minutes, so try to keep a level head." The first Inkling smiled. Suddenly they were transported onto the stage, and the battle had begun.

It was a long, gruelling 3 minutes, but when it was done, the scores were announced, and Corrin's team had won. Much to everyone's surprise, Corrin scored the most points, getting almost double the next person under him on his team, and he managed to get 20 kills without even being touched. Once the four Inklings had been transported back to the lobby, the others all swarmed around Corrin.

"Wow, you did great out there!" the first one smiled.

"Yeah, you were so good! You could have beaten both teams on your own, I reckon!" the female one said, nodding in approval.

"Dude, that was awesome! High five!" the third one cheered, holding out his hand. Corrin started at it, his eyes wide. He was holding out his hand to him. And he expected Corrin to touch it. This sent him into a panic, his breaths short and sharp.

"Hey kid, relax. Is there something wrong?" the first Inkling asked.

"I think he needs some fresh air." The female Inkling suggested, putting her hand around his shoulder. That was when Corrin lost the plot. He struggled free from her friendly, but to him tortuous, grip, and backed up against the wall. They walked closer to him, their hands outstretched in aid, but to him they were taunts, horrible jokes as if they were making fun of him. It wasn't Corrin's fault he had haphephobia, and he had it bad. As the three Inklings got closer, he began to pound on the door, hoping it would open. Just as the tips of their fingers ghosted his back, the door slid open and Corrin bolted. He didn't know where to go, but everywhere he looked there were other Inklings, and they all stared back at him like the freak he was. Eventually he found solace in a public toilet, and he hid in there until he felt like everyone who had seen him had left. He slowly walked out and decided to sit on one of the nearby benches to calm down, which is where he eventually fell asleep.

~ ((flashforward, back to the present))

"I can't believe I fell asleep in public... And for some reason, I'm still so tired..." he mumbled out loud, shuffling to the door of his apartment to turn off the light, before shuffling back over to his bed. Once again, he flopped onto it, removing his glasses and putting them on the floor under the bed, before his eyelids became droopy and he fell asleep.

 

Corrin woke up the next morning, not feeling any better than he had the day before. He blindly searched for his glasses under the bed, put them on and, with a few blinks, was able to see where he was going. Since he didn't have anything to do in his house, he decided he'd go back to Inkopolis, so he left without delay.

~ ((timeskip, 10 minutes))

Even though it was early in the morning, the plaza was bustling with Inklings. Callie and Marie were streamed on the big screen for Inkopolis News, and there was a constant stream of Inklings going into the Lobby, but hardly any coming out. Corrin sighed, feeling very alienated, and proceeded to sit on the smae bench he had fallen asleep on yesterday. Sitting down brought back memories off the events of the day previous.

"I wish I could see that Inkling again, and thank her for waking me up. I could have been mugged, or worse... But, what did she look like?"

Corrin fished through his memories to try and find a clear picture of the girl, but he didn't tend to get close enough to people to remember specific details about them. Oddly, he cold clearly picture this Inkling.

"Her hair was darker than mine, maybe a dark orange, red or brown, and she wore... headphones, and boots." Corrin listed out loud. He smiled proudly, but on the inside.

"Hey, I remembered that girl! Maybe I am getting better..."

 

Corrin had been sitting on that bench for what felt like forever, so long that he began to zone out.

"Hey mister! Why are you lookin' at me like that?" a voice called, snapping him back to reality. It was a young Inkling, and she looked very familiar. Her face was quite close to Corrin's but that didn't bother him. He was OK with children being close to him, since he figured they wouldn't understand.

"I, uh, zoned out. Sorry about that." Corrin said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Heh, you're funny mister! Hey, you should meet my sister!" she smiled, before turning around and cupping her hands around her mouth.

"Reena! Come look at this funny boy!" she called out.

"Hey kid, don't call me "funny". I really don't want to attract-" Corrin stopped when he saw an Inkling in the crowd, as if it parted just for him. Headphones, boots and red hair, just like the girl's who stood in front of her.

"Is this the Inkling from last night?" he wondered.

 

She's sitting next to me, and quite close. So why am I not afraid?

"Uh, hi. I was, um, looking for you. After last night, I wanted to thank you for, y'know, waking me up and stuff. Can I take you out for something to eat? You can have anything you want, your sister too. I feel like... there's something I've been meaning to tell someone, and you're that someone..." Corrin explained, his voice getting slightly quieter at the end as the fear started to kick in.

((free food? who wouldn't say no?))

 

Corrin frowned. He was really hoping that he'd be able to tell this girl about himself. Maybe he still had a chance.

"You said you've still got an hour and a half, right? Come on, I really want to tell you something, in private." He pleaded, before having a little nerdspasm.

"I mean, we won't be in private, since we'll still be in public, and your sister will be with us, but still..." he sighed, looking away with his left arm on his right bicep. This was his signature worried pose.

 

"Just say, uh Squid Cafe, under the Battle Dojo. On days like this it's usually quiet. I'll go cop us a few seats." Corrin said, breathing a small sigh of relief as he walked off.

"Good, she's on board. But how's she going to react when I tell her? Better yet, how am I going to react? I've never told anyone before, except father and mother, and that was through yelling and screaming... No, I'm going to be OK. I just need to stay calm and tell her."

 

Once in the cafe, the 3 Inklings sat at table. Corrin sat across from Reena, and Raven sat next to her, colouring a picture with a set of pencils and paper that a waitress had kindly given her.

"OK, here goes. The reason why you found me on the bench yesterday, that's what I want to tell you. I'm... haphephobic. I don't know why, I just am, and I don't remember I time where I wasn't. I've been mulling over this for about 3 years, but yesterday I decided to try out a Turf War, as some sort of therapy. I did enter a turf war, and I won, big time. I got the most area inked in the whole match, and I get 20 straight KOs without being touched by another person. But after that, my team tried to congratulate me. Now, after thinking about it, I realise that their high-fives and pats on the back were just kind gestures, but..." he paused, feeling guilty for the way he had treated the Inklings he had met the day before.

"Anyway, after they touched me, I began freaking out, as haphephobics do, and they were only trying to help, but I was already gone by that point. I ran out of the lobby and to that bench where you found me, and I guess I just cried until I stopped, and then fell asleep. It's a wonder nobody else came to wake me up..." he finished, quietly sighing with relief. It was nice to finally tell somebody; he felt like a huge weigh had been lifted from his shoulders.

 

Corrin's heart skipped a beat. This was the first time he had seen Reena smile. It suited her.

"The weirdest part is, when you're around I feel... different. Last night I was scared when you came so close to me, but before, when you plonked yourself right next to me, I didn't feel scared at all. I've never let anyone sit that close to me before... I don't even understand myself anymore, but what I think I'm trying to ask is... will you be my friend?"