Vintage's downfall

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A ray of sunshine came through Vintage's window. No school today. Thanks to how odd the schedule is. He won't have to tolerate Wingtips and Fray for now.

Waking up, he went straight to change himself into his normal Baseball LS shirt  and his neon purple slippers. It's only 8am and Omega is very likely deep in her sleep and he does not want to wake her up at any circumstance. Cod knows what reaction he'd have to see.

He remembered what importance today had to show; Skull wants to show Vintage something. But what?

He tip-toed down the stairs as silently as he could. 5 more hours, but will he do in this amount of time? He wasn't in the state to do any battles, after yesterday he felt the unwillingness. 

Embarrassed he still is, but in the future he'd have them on their knees. He hopes. The avengement still hasn't taken place. 

For now, he'll have to enjoy what he has. An apartment with his sister, his close friend and a new, brightful future.

With nothing to do, he decided to go to the living room and watch the news, which he hasn't in a long time. It's always the same narrator telling stupid, unimportant stories. It's been 2 years since something significant happened and that was when the powerplant of the inkopolis, Great Zapfish was stolen.

Of course, it returned. Vintage sometimes wondered how they rescued it. Most've have been in the octorian valley that his parents told him in stories.

Whatever, it was ages ago. 

This day's news was hilarously boring. Some cafe got shut down, but he's never heard of it. Nothing of changes to his life, but felt a bit bitterness for the owner.  

The other story involved something of interest to Vintage however. But was it worth it?

It's been the main headline of the entire week, too. He tapped onto the screen to watch it. 

Volumed down, subtitles on. He listened in.

"Illegal weapons have been inspected after yesterday's crash of events during the Rainmaker mock matches near one of the most popular areas, Sturgeon Shipyard. The found weapons consisted of an Aerospray with unlimited ink storage, an overpowered roller that range is unbelievably strong and an hijacked hero weapon. Fortunately, nobody was injuried or hurt by them. There have been no clues yet to the inklings behind this treachery, but the weapons left behind were stained with yellow-green ink. The local police authority are awaiting the trail for one of the blueprints. Can you tell us some things, Ariel?"

Vintage was lost in the conversation. Illegal weapons? Cod damn it, those inklings must be cod-awfully terrible!  He thought and he did not regret any of his words.

He continued to watch the live interview. Intrigued into what lame inklings would cheat into doing this, especially angered that they got away with it so easily.

An bright yellow tentacle coloured inkling appeared in her flip mesh cap, nice rose and white t-shirt and blue crocs. She looked about his age, perhaps older. 

"Thanks for handing me the Microphone! It's Ariel here live at the scene. It's only 8am and nobody is around, so I'll tell you everything I know. I've been here during this all, actually I just wanted to play some matches with my friends after a week of being stuck at home doing homework. We've only got here when they left, but we've seen them! They were all boys, cloaked in navy and white. Me and the friend I took haven't seen their faces, though. They were hidden. They dropped their weapon stash into the bushes and then we took them out to report to everyone. Sad that they all looked the same! We'd probably got them arrested if they were differently dressed!"